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(group member since Nov 10, 2018)
Renny sand Salem. I had Elizabeth spot them
I have a bunch of characters if u want to start dodger Hey Emma. I had Lizzy see the pair together and she’s totally mad, since we won’t be able to get rp them.
@iggy ((ooofff I’m dumb. I meant to have him at the patio so he could use the walls to hide. I’m dumb. lol let’s just act it’s there.))
“I don’t give up too easily,” she snapped. Hearing him say that wasn’t helping with her mood. Besides, what is it with him talking all weird. She actually picked up on his behavior but kept telling herself she was over thinking it. It was kind of creepy. But he was right about her letting it ruin her night. Who could blame her? Salem went against the best friend code and came with her bother. Everyone knew a best friends bother was off limits, especially when the two were in a fight. She looked at him when he came closer, moving her arms lower and feeling his hand brush hers. She looked into his eyes, which were a lighter blue than hers. Still holding a stubborn tone, she said, “and how do you plan to help?”
Hey dodger! Don’t worry about being late. I’m Fayza, or u could call me fay for short. As for the groups, it’s so true and annoying. Me and the other mods made this in an attempt try to keep them active with stop collaboration and putting no rule on writing. Y’know, that type of stuff.
@Iggy (( I’m going to make it a little short to finish faster))
Elizabeth was filled with rage. Anything Richard has said about her being easy or him being a gentleman didn’t even faze her now, not when all she could think about was her brother, who refused to come with her, that came with her best friend, who hadn’t spoken to her in a week and knows Renny is an asshole. She wanted to scream, or burn something down. Her hands were itching to release flames at something. She had to flex her fingers a little to release some built up energy in them. Lizzy was acting a bit childish, all stubborn and self-centered, but she didn’t even notice it. Once she was outside, she tried to take a deep breath so the cold air could calm her down. “Fuck them. Ugh. I don’t even want to talk about it.” She tells him. If she were to speak to him of what they did, then it would be all too real and there was no way she could control her powers after that. She moved to stand next to the wall with her arms crossed on her chest, her heel moving to anxiously tap the floor.
((I posted at the garden))
@Iggy
Elizabeth was surprised to hear that he learned dancing from a young age. You didn’t hear that from guys too often, especially in the present time. But she wouldn’t judge, maybe. At least he it aided him in moments like this. If anything, actually, it was good for her. It would have been awkward dancing with someone that didn’t know how to dance. “You don’t know me, I could last longer than you except.” She assures him. Living with four boys, three of which are younger and always making her run around the house after them, she managed to build up a good amount of energy loss tolerance. The only problem now was that the dance floor was too hot.
Elizabeth looked down to his hand when he held hers. Compared to her, he was really cold. But she didn’t assume anything was wrong with him. It was normal for people to have cold hands, and there was always the fact that she was way warmer than the average person. When he asked her if she was getting sick, Elizabeth just pulled her hand away and brushed her red bangs out of her eyes. “I don’t. It’s probably from dancing. Or maybe I am,” she tells him, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see that she was lying, hearing him sound annoyed. Maybe she shouldn’t let him hold her too much.
Turning around and letting her eyes search for a bar, Elizabeth was about to voice that she wanted to get herself a cold drink. But then her eyes landed on a flashy pink outfit and an under dressed guy at the bar. Her eyes narrowed on them, thinking they looked familiar, and then realized she was staring at her best friend and her brother. “What the fuck?!” Elizabeth exclaimed angrily as she eyed them. Her eyes burned with anger, and she felt even hotter. All her worry about them early flooded through her but was taken over by anger. “I can’t believe them! How could they?!” She spoke to herself. Not even thinking about Richard, Elizabeth started to make her way to the garden. She needed to get away because if she continued to look at them, she would burn the place down.
Anna
U think lol. I’m good. I think I’ll do it later tonight. Maybe just binge watch a few shows after I eat. Do u have any suggestions???
No problem:)
@jupiter
“Ugh, yeah. I am.” He said as a matter of fact, even though she knew that. “How do you take this so lightly. Aren’t you afraid?” He asked her. Being loyal to his parents and not doing what they told him not to do resulted in him not being so bright when it came to this stuff. Like sneaking around, lying, and hiding stuff. It was his strong suit. Yeah, sometimes he managed to get away with it, but that was purely on luck.
However, when he felt her warm hand slip into his and heard her speak like that, all his worry was simply undone. There were a few things he knew about Lena, and it was when it came to trouble, don’t trust her. Not because she was a bad person that lied or anything, kinda. But because he knew she didn’t care about the consequences. It was better to stay clear of her and her actions, yet here he was, trusting her and giving in to everything she was doing.
A few minutes later, they found themselves in the men’s bathroom. When she took him away from people, he didn’t expect it to be here. But he was glad they chose the men’s bathroom because the last thing he wanted to do was walk in a girl and get attacked. Plus the men’s bathroom was barely used, unlike the girls who always pampered and ganged up in there.
A description is perfectly fine.
Ian wanted to chuckle how she greeted him. It was so old fashioned and very unexpected. It made him wonder, was she not a human after all? From the shake of her hand, he could tell she wasn’t a vampire. She had a pulse to her, and she was warm. She definitely wasn’t a werewolf, because he would have noticed that stench a mile away. Maybe he was wrong? He couldn’t be. He just eyed her for a moment as he thought while she ordered herself a drink.
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Troy chuckled. She may have changed, but she still seemed to get annoyed like she used to. However he could never get the concept of doing good and caring about people. Even if being bad and causing trouble did get old, you don’t just go to that. That was one thing they would never come in terms with together. But he had to admit, she still looked as bad ass as she did years ago.
When she joked about what he said, he rolled his eyes at her and ran a hand through his platinum hair. “Very funny. The only reason I’m doing that now is that it gets me money. You already know art doesn’t do that well.” For Troy and his brother, they really enjoyed painting and causing trouble, so they used both to make a living out of it. Painting for people and companies, while also performing spells and what not for people that wanted trouble in exchange for money. It seemed like a win-win. Plus it helped that they still had money left from passing centuries.
“Is that some kind of joke? You know I can’t leave this hell hole.” Troy said, obviously pissed. He turned to face the counter, resting his crossed arms on it. He knew that he wasn’t as well know like her, but to not even know he was cursed here, well it made him feel like he was nothing, and he hated when people did that to him.
Guys don’t forget the ball ends within 3 days, counting today. So if anyone wants to wrap up their rps in it, hurry up :)
