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Hayley looked at Isaac's hand, then his eyes and back at his outstretched hand. She wasn't a genius, but she knew what that gesture meant. Looking at his eyes one more time, she finally noticed something else in his gaze now that her mind was clearer after the adrenaline had been flushed from her system. She couldn't put her finger on it and no amount of her common sense could explain what she saw, but, in a fit of whimsical decision-making, she took his hand into a solid handshake.
"Nice knowing ya, Isaac," she replied and, at long last, finally mustered a calm, amicable smile. "I'd say we hightail it outta here. I've had enough shady dicks to deal with for today and I'm not stayin' around waiting for those fatass pigs to drag me downtown." Dumping the bloody knife into the sewers, she looked around and gestured to Isaac to follow her. While she could simply let him go on his own, she would rather not have him be involved with the law enforcement lest he found out about her unsavory record.
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10 yrs ago
I've recently been assigned to a long-term project team at work and will have my free time drastically reduced. For this reason, I won't be online here as often.
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I now haz job. Writing will slow from Friday next week. Majority will be done on weekends and other occassions.
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Holiday's over. Back to looking for work.
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Busy looking for work now. X_X
Bio
Hello! My username is Vocalia!
A brief background:
> Female from Indonesia, Indonesian as mother tongue, English as fluent second language
> GMT +7 timezone, normally works on weekdays from 6 AM to approx 6 PM local time
Well, with that out of the way, my RP preferences:
> Mostly casual. Can write up to 3 paragraphs with sufficient info for detail expansion
> Advanced intimidates me, but I'm willing to give it a shot when it comes to 1x1
> Has no pairing and gender preferences, though I skew towards MxF or MxM. 18+ is okay with me
> Not terribly fond of post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, fandom RPs and sci-fi
> Thanks to the Private Convo system, I can now do PM RPs without losing track (Yay!).
That's pretty much it. Feel free to PM me or say hi! I won't bite, I promise! :)
A brief background:
> Female from Indonesia, Indonesian as mother tongue, English as fluent second language
> GMT +7 timezone, normally works on weekdays from 6 AM to approx 6 PM local time
Well, with that out of the way, my RP preferences:
> Mostly casual. Can write up to 3 paragraphs with sufficient info for detail expansion
> Advanced intimidates me, but I'm willing to give it a shot when it comes to 1x1
> Has no pairing and gender preferences, though I skew towards MxF or MxM. 18+ is okay with me
> Not terribly fond of post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, fandom RPs and sci-fi
> Thanks to the Private Convo system, I can now do PM RPs without losing track (Yay!).
That's pretty much it. Feel free to PM me or say hi! I won't bite, I promise! :)
Most Recent Posts
Was this guy on drugs? People don't just turn up amnesiac for no reason... The blonde took a short moment to think about his answer. Given his expressed unwillingness to snitch on her and the fact that he was quite forthcoming about his lack of memories, she decided to give him a benefit of the doubt until she had other things that could prove his story wrong.
"My name?" she mused, somewhat surprised that he still expressed interest in her instead of trying to flee while he had the chance. She was clearly hesitating, but finally forced herself after minutes of silence. "Hayley. Hayley Summerland," the blonde replied, her gaze still fixed on him and his steel grey eyes that seemed to glimmer under what light existed around the alleyway. "You sound crazy, but it's not the worst story I've ever heard," Hayley stated, then asked in return. "What's your name? At least, the one you could remember."
"My name?" she mused, somewhat surprised that he still expressed interest in her instead of trying to flee while he had the chance. She was clearly hesitating, but finally forced herself after minutes of silence. "Hayley. Hayley Summerland," the blonde replied, her gaze still fixed on him and his steel grey eyes that seemed to glimmer under what light existed around the alleyway. "You sound crazy, but it's not the worst story I've ever heard," Hayley stated, then asked in return. "What's your name? At least, the one you could remember."
In a brief second, a sense of hesitation stopped her from proceeding with her planned course of action. She couldn't help but think that this raven-haired stranger had lost his mind, and his memories, if his words were true, somewhere on his way to her location, given what he was now doing. Her rooted instincts told her to ignore it and go for the kill while the chance was still there, but a nagging feeling inside her chest made her think twice before indulging in her instinctual habit.
His gaze, his words, his body language... They seem to match rather seamlessly.
Way too seamless for a bluff or a lie, for that matter.
After a good deal of deliberation, she slightly relaxed the grip on the knife and took a step back, giving both of them their personal space once again. "You don't know who you are?" she asked. With a skeptical frown, she cocked a brow and looked at him, sounding much calmer now once she had determined as a non-threat. She still didn't trust him, evident from her tense muscles and attentive gaze at him, but at least she was now willing to give his words more value and thoughts.
His gaze, his words, his body language... They seem to match rather seamlessly.
Way too seamless for a bluff or a lie, for that matter.
After a good deal of deliberation, she slightly relaxed the grip on the knife and took a step back, giving both of them their personal space once again. "You don't know who you are?" she asked. With a skeptical frown, she cocked a brow and looked at him, sounding much calmer now once she had determined as a non-threat. She still didn't trust him, evident from her tense muscles and attentive gaze at him, but at least she was now willing to give his words more value and thoughts.
Great. He's seen the whole fucking thing, the woman thought to herself, stopping herself just as the man went down to a stance of his own. The way he kept his eyes, still without any hint of threat or malice, on her and the swift state of alertness he put himself in screamed skill and experience and she wasn't about to start a fight lest she made the entire incident even worse. And then she heard him offering to keep what he had just seen a secret, just between her and him.
"What makes you think I would and could trust you? Why shouldn't I kill you right here and now before you sing like a canary?" she harshly barked, trying to see where he was leading her. She had a good deal of distrust towards other humans in general and, depending on his answers, that distrust would either remain strong or become subdued long enough for either of them to diffuse the situation. If push came to shove, the blonde was perfectly willing to try and take his life to silence him unless he gave her a solid reason not to do so.
"What makes you think I would and could trust you? Why shouldn't I kill you right here and now before you sing like a canary?" she harshly barked, trying to see where he was leading her. She had a good deal of distrust towards other humans in general and, depending on his answers, that distrust would either remain strong or become subdued long enough for either of them to diffuse the situation. If push came to shove, the blonde was perfectly willing to try and take his life to silence him unless he gave her a solid reason not to do so.
With her mind still in a fight-or-flight mode, the blonde whipped towards her back and finally took notice of the raven-haired stranger. With the looted knife still in her grip, she immediately assumed a defensive stance. Not even his nervous laughter and on-the-spot excuse made her drop her guard, given what she had just gone through. She didn't know who he was and why he was there and she wasn't about to take his words on face value, especially with the possibility that he had seen what she had done.
"Right..." she murmured and glared at him as he stood up and corrected his posture. "And I assume you just tripped to this particular spot, at this particular moment?" Tightening her grip on the knife, the blonde cautiously moved closer to him, knife still within reach. "Did you see it?" she asked in a straightforward manner, having a sinking feeling the raven-haired stranger knew what she meant.
"Right..." she murmured and glared at him as he stood up and corrected his posture. "And I assume you just tripped to this particular spot, at this particular moment?" Tightening her grip on the knife, the blonde cautiously moved closer to him, knife still within reach. "Did you see it?" she asked in a straightforward manner, having a sinking feeling the raven-haired stranger knew what she meant.
By 'shooting up', does that mean 'flying'?
The female blonde ducked as she heard a man behind her roar and lunge forward to grab her, only for her to kick his shin and topple him like a Jenga tower. He came crashing down to his comrade right in front of her, who had the bright idea of a pincer attack from her back and front side. A sharp noise alerted her to another attacker and she weaved to the side just as another man came at her with a brandished knife.
"Hooo... That's a nifty toy you got there," the blonde mused, her steely blue eyes glinting darkly. Grabbing the man's outstretched arm, she forced him against her back and gave him a side-dishing of elbow jab to the guts, then twisted his forearm in a direction one would normally not associate with a human elbow joint. The pain caused him to drop his shiny weapon which the blonde promptly picked up after letting go of him, then used to stab a nearby thigh of a man with a broken glass bottle in his hand. She barely had time to catch her breath when two men, having picked up some liquor bottles from a nearby trash can, went for her head with a loud battle cry.
"Boooring!"
Without warning, she suddenly dropped herself as her legs parted into a perfect split. She watched with glee as the men ended up hitting each other in the face, one managing to strike the other man's eyes and temple, and followed up with an upside-down, swift leg sweep, adding a dancing flair for a finishing touch. Realizing that they were being humiliated and outmatched, the men finally got her message, dragged themselves and ran, leaving the blonde standing victorious with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Hooo... That's a nifty toy you got there," the blonde mused, her steely blue eyes glinting darkly. Grabbing the man's outstretched arm, she forced him against her back and gave him a side-dishing of elbow jab to the guts, then twisted his forearm in a direction one would normally not associate with a human elbow joint. The pain caused him to drop his shiny weapon which the blonde promptly picked up after letting go of him, then used to stab a nearby thigh of a man with a broken glass bottle in his hand. She barely had time to catch her breath when two men, having picked up some liquor bottles from a nearby trash can, went for her head with a loud battle cry.
"Boooring!"
Without warning, she suddenly dropped herself as her legs parted into a perfect split. She watched with glee as the men ended up hitting each other in the face, one managing to strike the other man's eyes and temple, and followed up with an upside-down, swift leg sweep, adding a dancing flair for a finishing touch. Realizing that they were being humiliated and outmatched, the men finally got her message, dragged themselves and ran, leaving the blonde standing victorious with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Inhale and exhale.
Inhale and exhale.
It's the same every night for her. It was the same, boring night, with her walking along the same, dim alley surrounded by the same, old silence around her. Her brows creased with irritation and she silently wished for something to bring some change to her routine run around the streets where she seemingly didn't belong.
"What a drag... Is there really nothing going on somewhere?"
Just as those words left her lips, her wish was answered when drunken mumbles came from the other side of the street. She noticed a group of men walking towards her direction and it didn't take long for their eyes to find a nice eye candy in her. Dressed in black sleeveless shirt, a sleeveless orange jacket, black sweat pants, matching orange and black sneakers and black cloth wrapped around her left hand and forearm, she wasn't exactly a model of modesty or conservatism. Despite knowing that she was now in a sticky situation, it was an amused grin instead of wide eyes of fear that adorned her face as the drunken men surrounded her, all looking eager to ravish her on the spot.
"I spoke too soon, didn't I?"
"What's that, girlie?"
"Eh, nevermind. Just talking to myself," she replied and turned to the men, a pair of steely blue eyes taking note of their numbers and position. "Can I help you lot?"
With a drunken chuckle, one of the men moved closer and tried to place his hand on her cheek, a hand that was promptly pushed aside. "What's a nice, yummy lass like you doin' here in our territory? We just wanna inform ya that walkin' here ain't free, so let's all be civil here and come with us." Once again, he tried to go for her face again, managing to place his hand on her chin. Instead of pushing him away like she did previously, she simply let the man took the view this time around, letting him moan as he looked at the cleavage partially visible from under her shirt. "You look like you could use a good time, if ya know what I mean... Those are some good legs and arms you've got there, lass, and that ass is just hard to ignore."
"Oh, I could use a good time, alright."
Inhale and exhale.
She heard the friction her skin made as her hands curled into a pair of fists. Her grin grew wider as she felt her muscles tense up in preparation. The pair of legs the men ogled in their drunken stupor parted slightly to form a solid stance. Finally noticing what she was doing, the man tried to pull away, only for her to hold onto his wrist in a vice-like grip. A gentle breeze ruffled her short, messy mop of blonde hair and her grin turned into a confident smirk as the men dropped their pretentious friendliness.
Inhale and exhale.
"I was getting a little bored anyway."
Inhale and exhale.
A loud battle cry and a martial symphony went underway.
Inhale and exhale.
It's the same every night for her. It was the same, boring night, with her walking along the same, dim alley surrounded by the same, old silence around her. Her brows creased with irritation and she silently wished for something to bring some change to her routine run around the streets where she seemingly didn't belong.
"What a drag... Is there really nothing going on somewhere?"
Just as those words left her lips, her wish was answered when drunken mumbles came from the other side of the street. She noticed a group of men walking towards her direction and it didn't take long for their eyes to find a nice eye candy in her. Dressed in black sleeveless shirt, a sleeveless orange jacket, black sweat pants, matching orange and black sneakers and black cloth wrapped around her left hand and forearm, she wasn't exactly a model of modesty or conservatism. Despite knowing that she was now in a sticky situation, it was an amused grin instead of wide eyes of fear that adorned her face as the drunken men surrounded her, all looking eager to ravish her on the spot.
"I spoke too soon, didn't I?"
"What's that, girlie?"
"Eh, nevermind. Just talking to myself," she replied and turned to the men, a pair of steely blue eyes taking note of their numbers and position. "Can I help you lot?"
With a drunken chuckle, one of the men moved closer and tried to place his hand on her cheek, a hand that was promptly pushed aside. "What's a nice, yummy lass like you doin' here in our territory? We just wanna inform ya that walkin' here ain't free, so let's all be civil here and come with us." Once again, he tried to go for her face again, managing to place his hand on her chin. Instead of pushing him away like she did previously, she simply let the man took the view this time around, letting him moan as he looked at the cleavage partially visible from under her shirt. "You look like you could use a good time, if ya know what I mean... Those are some good legs and arms you've got there, lass, and that ass is just hard to ignore."
"Oh, I could use a good time, alright."
Inhale and exhale.
She heard the friction her skin made as her hands curled into a pair of fists. Her grin grew wider as she felt her muscles tense up in preparation. The pair of legs the men ogled in their drunken stupor parted slightly to form a solid stance. Finally noticing what she was doing, the man tried to pull away, only for her to hold onto his wrist in a vice-like grip. A gentle breeze ruffled her short, messy mop of blonde hair and her grin turned into a confident smirk as the men dropped their pretentious friendliness.
Inhale and exhale.
"I was getting a little bored anyway."
Inhale and exhale.
A loud battle cry and a martial symphony went underway.
EDIT: Derpy post is derpy. :p
With a skittish gasp, Vocalia held onto the bag she was carrying wit her, containing her current deck of Magic Card. "How did you know?" she asked, believing that she had no divulged her abilities to anyone within the guild yet. Although, now that she remembered, perhaps one of the members that she met divulged this information to the rest of the guild. After all, it was quite common for guild members to pass information about new Mages, particularly if they're not one of their own. She felt slightly embarrassed for overreacting to Armin's knowledge.
Slowly working back to regain her composure, she let her bag go and sheepishly nodded her head. "Yes, as Mister Armin have said, I'm also a Holder Mage. I work with Magic Cards in contrast to guns." She opened her bag and showed the Mages a box where she kept her Magic Cards, opening them to reveal her deck with her cards facing up. The cards appeared to be in good condition, if not somewhat pristine, suggesting that she didn't use it as often as others. "I really don't wish to disturb the guildmaster. To be quite honest, I'm not sure if I would fit this guild," she said with a shy smile while letting any interested party take a closer look of her deck.
Slowly working back to regain her composure, she let her bag go and sheepishly nodded her head. "Yes, as Mister Armin have said, I'm also a Holder Mage. I work with Magic Cards in contrast to guns." She opened her bag and showed the Mages a box where she kept her Magic Cards, opening them to reveal her deck with her cards facing up. The cards appeared to be in good condition, if not somewhat pristine, suggesting that she didn't use it as often as others. "I really don't wish to disturb the guildmaster. To be quite honest, I'm not sure if I would fit this guild," she said with a shy smile while letting any interested party take a closer look of her deck.
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