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Doubles? Hmm... I guess I can make it work, though I have a bit of a bad habit, writing a novel as my post, LOL. But I can make it work. :)
Ideas... hmm... there's this idea I've been seeing on fanfiction and stuff. It's a plot that's about this guy who's known around as the Sex God or something and he takes on a bet to sleep with the bookworm. But in due time, while he tries to charm his way through, they fall in love and there's a whole bunch of complications and stuff. Oh, and I don't really RP the coital part... D:
O.O I know...
Ideas... hmm... there's this idea I've been seeing on fanfiction and stuff. It's a plot that's about this guy who's known around as the Sex God or something and he takes on a bet to sleep with the bookworm. But in due time, while he tries to charm his way through, they fall in love and there's a whole bunch of complications and stuff. Oh, and I don't really RP the coital part... D:
Haha, okay; I just feel bad asking for doubles and then expecting the same amount of writing per character as would be in a single (is that what you call it? xD), you know? But if you want to write a novel, go for it! ;)If that's from a One Direction fan-fiction then I'm refusing right now.
Haha, just kidding. That sounds good :)
And for the record, I don't either (I don't think we're allowed anyway), but you do talk about it, right? I have to say it might be hard to skirt around the subject of sex when one of the characters is a womaniser.
So you're definitely up for doubles? :)
If so, I prefer to tie them together. Guy talk is so much fun to write, so maybe the guys can be really good friends?
No, no! I need to brush up on both my genders when it comes to writing. :)
Psht, no. You wouldn't catch me dead near anything that's related to One Direction. D:
Yeah, we're not allowed, but yeah, you do talk about it. :) Yeah, but I was thinking of just doing the ol' skiparoo and stuff. But their conversations could be on the vulgar part. :/
Yep! ^.^ I'd like to make you feel comfortable.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking. :) Good.
Psht, no. You wouldn't catch me dead near anything that's related to One Direction. D:
Yeah, we're not allowed, but yeah, you do talk about it. :) Yeah, but I was thinking of just doing the ol' skiparoo and stuff. But their conversations could be on the vulgar part. :/
Yep! ^.^ I'd like to make you feel comfortable.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking. :) Good.
Okay, that's good to hear!Hahaha, one thing I love about One Direction is that they divide the population; I don't know of any other band that does that. It's pretty funny, actually >:]
Right, so his friend can't be a complete prude, to be so close to someone like that. We just need a storyline with him. Maybe there's this one girl that he's really close to and they make a drunken mistake; he has feelings for her, but, because he's been with a lot of girls, she doesn't believe and he tries to convince her otherwise. This could be really cute :3
Bahaha.... LOL. x3
Might it help if I add the fanfiction was about Draco/Hermione? D: I normally don't read such fanfics as that, but... I was curious. The whole thing was about Draco being the whole Sex God and Blaise, in a drunken stupor, dares Draco to get Hermione in bed with him by the end of the month. Everyone in Hogwarts gets riled up at the whole thing and start putting bets and stuff on them, almost all of them on Draco. Meanwhile, Hermione's trying to delude herself in loving Ron, even though the only close feelings she feels about him are more brotherly/sisterly. It's really complicated and interesting. :3
But yeah, I like your idea. :) Add anything more?
Might it help if I add the fanfiction was about Draco/Hermione? D: I normally don't read such fanfics as that, but... I was curious. The whole thing was about Draco being the whole Sex God and Blaise, in a drunken stupor, dares Draco to get Hermione in bed with him by the end of the month. Everyone in Hogwarts gets riled up at the whole thing and start putting bets and stuff on them, almost all of them on Draco. Meanwhile, Hermione's trying to delude herself in loving Ron, even though the only close feelings she feels about him are more brotherly/sisterly. It's really complicated and interesting. :3
But yeah, I like your idea. :) Add anything more?
I can honestly say that I've never read a fanfic. I don't know, they don't really appeal to me because I imagine you'll have to sift through the crappy ones to find a good one (that, and that's how Fifty Shade Of Gray was born). But it does sound interesting :)Ummmmmmm, I can't really think of anything else unless you want to stir things up by adding extra characters or a pregnancy or an ex-boyfriend or something like that. Your call!
Oh, it's quite alright. c: Fifty Shades? :/ Haven't read that book. Is it good?
Nah, I think we got the basics all set. C: We'll just improvise throughout the RP if we want to add anything else.
So... charrie time! :D I like to keep my charries basic if that's alright with you. :/ Name, age, appearance, a bit of personality if you can scrounge out the basics.
Nah, I think we got the basics all set. C: We'll just improvise throughout the RP if we want to add anything else.
So... charrie time! :D I like to keep my charries basic if that's alright with you. :/ Name, age, appearance, a bit of personality if you can scrounge out the basics.
I haven't read it either, but I refuse to xDMostly because it's erotica based on Twilight. Ich.
Okay, sounds like a plan to me :)
Yes! That's absolutely fine. Who would you like to be?
... Oh.
... Awko-tacos. D:
Great! Er... I'd like to be the bookworm and the best friend. C:
... Awko-tacos. D:
Great! Er... I'd like to be the bookworm and the best friend. C:
I was hoping you'd say that ;)
Awesome. Uh, I probably won't get to them tonight since it takes me an absolute lifetime to pick out pictures, but I'll be on it tomorrow.
Oh, before we start, are you cool with cursing and whatever?
Haha. :)
Oh, it's alright. I understand. D:
Totally. :)
Oh, it's alright. I understand. D:
Totally. :)
How does the bet come about, by the way? :)Also, where would you like to start?
I was thinking maybe the seducer and his best friend are just chilling together one night with a bottle of beer and in their drunken state, the best friend dares him and the seducer accepts? :/
Eh... could we start how they're at school and the seducer recalls to the conversation he had yesterday night and notices the bookworm? :/
Eh... could we start how they're at school and the seducer recalls to the conversation he had yesterday night and notices the bookworm? :/
Yep, that all sounds good. You actually answered my next question, which was about whether they're in school or uni. I'll just put it out there that if they're in uni, they don't have to live with their parents ;D
... Actually, I like the uni idea better! :3 Yeah, let's switch the school to uni. >:3
Yay!Then the guys could be roommates (with separate bedrooms, of course). He could approach the bookworm after class. And we can go from the best friend and the other girl waking up... awkward city.
Okay, I'm on it now :')How many lines are you planning to do for the personality (if any)? I don't want to go overboard, haha!
I'm fine with just a basic background. Maybe at the most five-ten lines? :/ I'm not planning to write a novel, LOL. x3
Is this okay? I can add more if you'd like me to :)Name: Zachary Rhodes
Nickname: Zach
Age: 20
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Personality: Zach is probably the most confident person you will ever meet; so much so, in fact, that he is considered arrogant and narcissistic. And that’s true – most of the time. Only his close friends have seen his more thoughtful side, a side which other people – especially women – do not even imagine exists. Beneath all of the bravado and cutting quips, he’s actually a decent guy, if someone can stick around for long enough for him to show it. He speaks the truth, and this often does him no favours in making friends; it has, however, caused him to be very successful when it comes to bedding women, especially when coupled with his sense of humour and charm.
His demeanour comes from his father, of whom he is no longer on speaking terms with due to him marrying a woman who is (at most) five years older than Zach himself. He was born and raised in Kensington, London, and moved to the US when he was thirteen; he has retained his accent, although much of the language he uses is heavily influenced by American culture. He comes from a rich family.
Other: He has automatonophobia, after an experience at a puppet show when he was young; consequently, he refuses to even enter Madame Tussauds.
He has never been in a serious relationship.
He’s a smoker, but is trying to kick the habit.
That's great! ^-^ I'm working on the bookworm. :)
Name: Lois KaufmanNickname: Lo
Age: 19
Appearance:
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Personality: Lois is a girl who can stand up for herself, who isn’t afraid to use her silver tongue to hurt people when necessary; she tries her best not to show that she is very sensitive and takes things to heart easily. Because of this, she can be extremely insecure and uncomfortable in herself, something she has taken to the extreme by fearing to leave her house without makeup – irrational, really, given how beautiful she is. She is playful, witty, and knows how to have fun.
It is safe to assume that Lo trusts people way too easily, and as a result has had her heart broken a fair few times, despite her young age; her latest heartbreak came from a guy called Jace, of whom she had dated for over a year only to be left for somebody else. Crestfallen, she headed straight to her close friend’s apartment, and, after combing her ex-boyfriend’s Facebook profile multiple times for any trace of another girl, proceeded to drown her sorrows.
Other: She goes horse-riding several times a week at the local stables, and has a horse named Silver.
She can hardly function in the morning without a skinny latte.
((Would you like me to add more to her? :3))
[Name] Aislinn Celestine Parker
➵ Nickname: Linny.
[Age] 19
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
[Personality]
Aislinn is a slightly sententious young lady, not wishing to speak with others as commonly as another might. She is not one who is extremely social, nor is she one who is a misanthropic miser. She has a voice, a soft one that struggles to be heard over the din of the others. She is not one who tends to express herself readily; however, when asked of her opinion, she mostly gives her truthful feelings.
At first glance, Aislinn might seem like a friendly person, talkative and bubbly. After all, her looks certainly rank top when concerning of her simple yet stylish apparels. But what those who probe and near closer realize is she's extremely taciturn. She never opens up, never spills her darkest secrets to anyone, not even those closer to her; her dearest family and motley of friends. One would even be lucky to receive a small laugh from her; 'tis not that she has no humorous demeanor, but that what Aislinn presumes to be her bearings are not at all what she expected.
Born in Yorkshire, England and raised in a simple middle-class family, Aislinn had a tendency to keep to herself ever since she was a little girl. Her parents recognized her as an avid reader, a girl who only found solace in books. They suspected the whole reservedness of hers followed when they decided to spasmodically move to America without her consent. Though she is somewhat well on speaking terms with her parents, Aislinn never forgave them for leaving her beloved hometown.
[Other]
Aislinn has a distinct British accent, one that she managed to preserve despite the many years that passed after their move. She has a fondness for foreign literature and is fluent in French and Swedish.
[Name] Aislinn Celestine Parker
➵ Nickname: Linny.
[Age] 19
[Appearance]
(view spoiler)
[Personality]
Aislinn is a slightly sententious young lady, not wishing to speak with others as commonly as another might. She is not one who is extremely social, nor is she one who is a misanthropic miser. She has a voice, a soft one that struggles to be heard over the din of the others. She is not one who tends to express herself readily; however, when asked of her opinion, she mostly gives her truthful feelings.
At first glance, Aislinn might seem like a friendly person, talkative and bubbly. After all, her looks certainly rank top when concerning of her simple yet stylish apparels. But what those who probe and near closer realize is she's extremely taciturn. She never opens up, never spills her darkest secrets to anyone, not even those closer to her; her dearest family and motley of friends. One would even be lucky to receive a small laugh from her; 'tis not that she has no humorous demeanor, but that what Aislinn presumes to be her bearings are not at all what she expected.
Born in Yorkshire, England and raised in a simple middle-class family, Aislinn had a tendency to keep to herself ever since she was a little girl. Her parents recognized her as an avid reader, a girl who only found solace in books. They suspected the whole reservedness of hers followed when they decided to spasmodically move to America without her consent. Though she is somewhat well on speaking terms with her parents, Aislinn never forgave them for leaving her beloved hometown.
[Other]
Aislinn has a distinct British accent, one that she managed to preserve despite the many years that passed after their move. She has a fondness for foreign literature and is fluent in French and Swedish.
Nooo, she's great!Yay for Yorkshire! ;)
They can bond over their Britishness ^^
and she could take the piss about where he's from (I know I would...)
Where are you from, by the way? :)
Yay! :D
Sure! x3 Haha, that'd be hilarious. XD
I'm from Korea, actually. ^^ I was almost born in Britain but my parents decided to move to Oregon where I was born. D:< Then we moved again to California.
Sure! x3 Haha, that'd be hilarious. XD
I'm from Korea, actually. ^^ I was almost born in Britain but my parents decided to move to Oregon where I was born. D:< Then we moved again to California.
Haha, I love that. "Almost born in Britain" - it made me laugh. I bet California is an amazing place to live! :OI'm from Yorkshire, and... haven't moved. How boring. But I don't have the accent.
Haha. x3 Eh, it's alright. But I'd really like to live in England. D:
Oh, wow! :O Lucky! And eh... accents are overrated. x3
Oh, wow! :O Lucky! And eh... accents are overrated. x3
[Name] Stefan Amadox Orwell
➵ Nickname: No other alias is he susceptible to.
[Age] 20
[Appearance]
[Personality]
Arrogant, proud, and just overall a badass, Stefan is a prick who always gets what he wants. It doesn't help that he's of a high upbringing and has lived in Paris, France practically his whole life. A smooth conversationalist, he's one of the few males who beds females every night and has a massive array of notches carved onto his bedpost for each female.
While he may appear heartless, one who takes the time to probe into his psyche will find that he's actually quite modest in terms of personality. Sure, he may not have been in a committed intimate relationship, but he's got the potential to do so if necessary. He's still looking out for the right woman, but as of current status, he'll have to stick with bedding random females, most of which who are far from his taste.
[Other]
Having lived in Paris, France for practically his whole lifetime, Stefan has a distinct French accent that is one of the main attributes of him that females are smitten with. He also suffers from a light addiction of alcohol and will be found anytime with a bottle of beer at his side.
➵ Nickname: No other alias is he susceptible to.
[Age] 20
[Appearance]
[Personality]
Arrogant, proud, and just overall a badass, Stefan is a prick who always gets what he wants. It doesn't help that he's of a high upbringing and has lived in Paris, France practically his whole life. A smooth conversationalist, he's one of the few males who beds females every night and has a massive array of notches carved onto his bedpost for each female.
While he may appear heartless, one who takes the time to probe into his psyche will find that he's actually quite modest in terms of personality. Sure, he may not have been in a committed intimate relationship, but he's got the potential to do so if necessary. He's still looking out for the right woman, but as of current status, he'll have to stick with bedding random females, most of which who are far from his taste.
[Other]
Having lived in Paris, France for practically his whole lifetime, Stefan has a distinct French accent that is one of the main attributes of him that females are smitten with. He also suffers from a light addiction of alcohol and will be found anytime with a bottle of beer at his side.
omfg why do I love arrogant guys so much. It is NOT A GOOD THING. <3The French accent is, like, my favourite too. omfg.
I love how Lois is the only local... wherever "local" is haha
Bahaha, I know, right? I'm smitten with Tom Felton. <333 *-*
LOL... unique. ;)
LOL... unique. ;)
Haha, I don't know much about him outside of Harry Potter.But seriously, I do not help myself.
The guy I liked was such a dick.
The guy who I went for in a bar turned out to be such a dick.
The guy who actually liked me, who wasn't a dick, I was like "ehhhh".
-_____-
LOL... he's actually not arrogant in real life. But... I can't help but pull those Draco feelings back out for his appearance. Sort of like Daniel Radcliffe, you know? I'm just like, "Who?" And then someone has to tell me that he played Harry Potter and I'm like, "Ohhhhhh..." Dx
Oh gosh, I feel you. I used to date this guy and I thought he loved me but... I found him cheating on me with not one but two skanks. D: Really changed my view on life. :/
Oh gosh, I feel you. I used to date this guy and I thought he loved me but... I found him cheating on me with not one but two skanks. D: Really changed my view on life. :/
Haha, oh right!That sucks :/
Thankfully, nothing like that has ever happened to me. Then again, I have yet to meet a guy who I actually like and is worth being in a relationship with.
But anyway. Who's gonna start this thang?
Yeah... well, good luck! :) You'll get that guy soon!
Uh... could you? :/ I suck at opening things up.
Uh... could you? :/ I suck at opening things up.
Haaa, I wouldn't stake your life on that xDYeah I can. It might be a while, though, so I hope that's not a problem; I tend to take a few days to reply rather than a few hours (just a heads up). I hope that's okay.
Also, I prefer first person, present tense, and I write as though reading a novel, if that makes sense :)
Psht. Nonsense. x3
Yeah, that's fine. :)
I prefer third person, but... I guess that's alright.
Yeah, that's fine. :)
I prefer third person, but... I guess that's alright.
I can do third if you'd prefer it. I wasn't forcing it on you, haha.I just... I don't know, I haven't done it for a while and I'm not sure how it would turn out. So yeah.
Hm... I don't know. Haven't really done first before...
I was like that, and I was like hum, that's kinda weird, I don't like that. But then I realised it was so much easier to write and understand the characters and my posts were better.But I understand if you'd rather stick with what you know :)
Could we do third? :/ Sorry, I'm just more comfortable with that.
Okay. :) So you'll start us off? :D
Yeah I'll do my best :)But I'm not sure when I can get round to it.
It was the bright morning sun streaming in through the gap in the curtains that aroused Lois from her slumber. It wasn’t a big gap – two, three centimetres maybe, where the fabric had been hastily pulled together last night, but had sprang apart once again – but it was enough to, at first, cause just a flicker behind her eyelids. A few seconds later, her dull green eyes fluttered open.And immediately closed.
The pain from the backs of her eyeballs was too much, like someone was trying to squeeze her brain into a tiny ball and extract it through her ears. Before she could stop it, a groan escaped her lips, and she crossed her arms over her face, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to block out any traces of light. The pounding dulled to a more tolerable throb, but Lo wasn’t going to take any chances; she blindly reached out to her bedside table, fumbling for her sunglasses which she kept there for exactly this reason. The alarm clock clattered noisily to the floor, and she winced at the sound of the inner mechanism breaking. This was her third alarm clock this year – hangovers definitely were not cheap.
After a few more moments of feeling around, and failing to find the sunglasses, Lois cracked her eyes open once more.
This wasn’t her room. Fuck.
Hangover temporarily forgotten, she sat up, praying that she didn’t recognise her surroundings and could simply sweep this minor blip of an incident under the carpet as a one night stand – her first one night stand – and something to never be mentioned or even thought about again. Fate seemed to have other plans, however, since she immediately recognised the hardwood floors, the duvet cover, the television staring blankly at her from the corner…
This was Stefan’s room.
And, sure enough, there was Stefan sleeping next to her, snoring softly with his head almost face-down into the pillow.
“Shit,” she swore under her breath, and then proceeded to creep out of bed. She immediately dropped into a crouch and picked up the pieces from the alarm clock, before she set them carefully back on the bedside table, gathered her clothes – a green sweater and jeans, given her vile mood last night – and tip-toed out of the room.
Once the door had clicked shut behind her, and she had done a sufficient amount of cursing to satisfy herself, she yanked her clothes on, grabbed her bag – which she had located on the coffee table – and headed straight for the door, praying that Zach didn’t appear from nowhere and proceed to tease her about what she had done with his best friend.
Thankfully, her prayers were answered, and she made it to the door without a hitch. Her hand was on the knob when a thought occurred to her: I slept with one of my closest friends. Surely sneaking out and ignoring him will just make this worse. Dammit, her conscience was right. With a sigh, Lois plodded into the kitchen, and began making two cups of coffee, mentally preparing herself for the undoubtedly awkward moment that lie ahead.
What had started off as a quiet night with beer and football had turned into something… different. That, Zach was sure of. And, as much fun as it had been for him to watch Stefan make what was probably the biggest mistake of his life, he wasn’t sure that Stefan would feel the same way – particularly this morning.
It had been well after nine when Lois had shown up; Zach didn’t especially know her all that well, but she was pretty close to Stefan and she seemed like an okay gal, if a little annoying at times. Her whining, however, is what caused more and more cans of beer to be opened – and, if he recalled correctly, the bottle of vodka to be retrieved from the cupboard in the kitchen. He had basically zoned out until then, only half-listening to what Lois had to say about some guy she knew (Jace, was it?), before falling asleep with her head in Stefan’s lap. It had been obvious to him even then what was going to happen that night, evident by the way his friend kept glancing down at her face whilst he spoke to Zach; granted, they were talking about other girls, but the conversation had been hollow – on Stefan’s end at least, Zach thought.
It had been then that the topic had shifted to girls that they hadn’t shagged, that they had never in a million years even thought about doing. And it was then that the name Aislinn Parker had been brought up, some girl who sat at the front in Zach’s history class. He didn’t think he’d ever even heard her speak, never mind go out with anybody, much less a guy. But, a dare was a dare, and, although he wasn’t sure if Stefan would remember or not, Zach took this shit seriously, and he would lose his pride if he failed.
One month. That was all he had. But it should be more than enough.
He had fallen into the rather ungracious habit of skipping morning lectures – particularly if vodka was involved – but he had truly made an effort this morning. He had shaved (although would inevitably get a five ‘o’ clock shadow later, due to the dark pigment and thick texture of his hair), put on cologne… hell, he’d even put on his clean converse.
Which explained why he was so confident as he walked out of the lecture theatre and into the crisp autumn sun. An hour of the lecturer droning on and on had caused his thoughts to, naturally, wander to Aislinn, and his gaze had fixed on the back of her head multiple times throughout the lecture. He had been out of the door before the lecturer could even finish saying “you are dismissed”, and it was now that he leaned oh-so-casually against a tree, waiting for his next conquest to appear.
“Hey, Zach,” Lucia Reid giggled as she sauntered over.
“Not now, Lucia,” he answered, distractedly looking over her shoulder at the doors.
“I just wanted to let you know that I know why you decided to show up today. And my answer is yes,” she continued, unfazed.
He pulled his blue eyes away from the door to stare at her incredulously. “You think I’m here to ask you out again?” he asked sceptically, one of his dark brows raised.
“Oh, come on, Zach, everyone here knows it. You even combed your hair. And you can’t deny that we had a good time,” she purred, taking a step forward and laying a manicured hand on my arm. He shrugged it away.
“Maybe some other time,” he said, already moving away when he noticed Aislinn appear, “I’ll call you!”
He jogged over to her, an arrogant grin plastered across his face. “It’s Aislinn, right?” he said smoothly, expecting her to be wooed by his accent, “Zach. Your views on prohibition in there were very interesting. Perhaps you’d like to go out for a drink, and we can discuss it further?”
The sound of birds twittering cheerfully outside was what irritated Stefan's receptors and forced his eyes open only to have his retinas attacked by the unsightly rays of sunshine streaming in through the gaps of the blinds that adorned his window. He groaned, rolling over his solar plexus and digging his countenance into his pillow, intaking a large amount of air as he inhaled and exhaled in a content sigh. He suddenly became rigid. Content. He was never content. There was a sort of airborne and uplifting serenity going on within the recesses of his psyche and he realised that it was the result of having had the lovely pleasure of taking to alcohol like usual. At first he thought none of it - it was quite amazing how just a few bottles of beer could ease his psyche - but that's when he realised the redolence he had inhaled was not his own, rather it was his own mixed in with another. A scent he would recognize from anywhere.
Fuck.
"Lois," he gasped, sitting up immediately realising there was amounts of blood coating portions of the sheets and his usually covered body was not adorned in any sort of fabric other than the sheets caressing his back. He turned to take in the sight of the room and realised this was not his house, but his college dorm. Her scent was everywhere. His clothes… everywhere! In his dorm. They'd done unspeakable things and all he wanted was to get dressed and get out. "No, no, no, no, no…" he repeated hastily, hopping out of bed and pulling on his basketball shorts, which had been thrown haphazardly and were strewn across the end of the bed. Then he grabbed his t-shirt, which was on the dresser, and his hoodie, which was on the floor.
The pleasure of their previous acts still tingled throughout his body and it disgusted him to no end. Sure, Lois was a softie when it came to the eyes, but damn it, she was like his little sister. He loved her to no end and having had sex with her was the last thing he needed.
He winced as he massaged his temples - a unwholly large amount of beer drained straight from the bottle was definitely not a lovely greeting when it came to waking up the next day. Oh shit, this hangover was worse than the ones he'd had before. "Fuck my life," he muttered as he headed over to the bathroom and popped a few pills into his mouth before draining them down his throat with a few hasty gulps of water. He was dreading the moment he would have to head down and find Lois. He definitely didn't need Zach to get all over his shit, but as far as he was concerned, he was in class seducing that bookworm Stefan had chosen for his dare. In spite of his current situation, he chuckled. It would be interesting, watching Zach try to seduce the girl into bed; as far as he knew, the girl was an innocent virgin; she hadn't even been kissed. Many boys had tried to change the matter but the girl bluntly refused.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair before marking up the courage to cross the threshold over to the kitchen. Damn it, was he in for some shit. "Good morning," Stefan smiled arrogantly, canting his head in greeting.
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One godforsaken lecture about prohibition was about the only thing that was going quite interesting in Aislinn's life currently. Okay, maybe that sounded pathetic to probably the whole population of the world, but Aislinn didn't have much to work with. After all, studies were the only thing going for her well; she was a proud nerd after all and thus intellectual discussions provided well to stimulate her mind. But even after knowing full well that she was dominant in the areas that required quick wit and intellect, Aislinn still couldn't stand the lonesome silences in which she tried her best to replace with a good book. Sure, she had her own handful of friends, but she suspected they only used her for the sake of having their homework done punctually. The rest... it didn't matter.
Aislinn sighed as she twirled a lock of her golden mahogany hair with her index finger whilst fixing her gaze attentively at the professor. She could see others who were also driven by force to top their classes were taking notes diligently. But not her. She didn't need it at all. She recalled the information easily; she did have an eidetic memory after all.
Aislinn bit her lip, trying to fight a blush as she felt a gaze pinned on her; no doubt another male was trying to succeed in getting her in bed. A blush struggled to color her palette well at the thought of sex; it seemed coitus was one of the main ingredients to complete the recipe of a male. That and to get aroused easily by the scanty outfits the other girls wore freely. Bloody courtesans they were, the whole lot.
Now don't get her wrong. She wasn't jealous or anything. But living off the reputation of a virtuous bookworm who only associated herself with a selective few... that hurt, sometimes. Only looked upon when someone needed to know the definition of lachrymose. Rarely was she complimented. But that part was easy for her to figure out. Being the insecure mouse, Aislinn simply assumed she was viewed as unattractive by most of the male population. But that still didn't explain the eagerness in their tones when one of them marked up the courage to corner her into a wall and casually press a hand against it next to her head, asking for her number.
She shook herself out of her daze, just in time to hear the professor's verbal dismissal. She collected her books and slung her bookbag along her shoulder, biting the inside of her cheek as she exited quietly out of the lecture theatre. Autumn was settling and the subtly cold air welcomed her into the atmosphere that claimed position of the world outside. Hmm. Maybe it would be nice to write her essay outside on the benches that littered the university campus. She was about to brainstorm a good thesis to start out her written composition when something interrupted her thoughts. Or rather, someone.
Now she wasn't oblivious to the school gossip or whatever. She had heard of the legendary Zachary Rhodes, of his lovely reputation in bed. Oh, screw it. He was the frigging Sex God of the university, his best friend Stefan coming in second place after him. Twas rumored that Zachary had bedded nearly every girl on campus.
Except her.
Aislinn cursed herself inwardly as a blush stole as the dominant pastel color that hued itself generously on her cheeks. Obviously this was none other than another of his famous courtships. Probably a bet. Her throat constricted rather painfully; it was always harsh on her whenever males sauntered over to her; none was physically attracted to her; it was always, always a fucking bet.
"No thank you. I'm a bit preoccupied with homework. Maybe later." Her rather chilly accent came fluently through her words and she started to continue onward her path to her destination.
Fuck.
"Lois," he gasped, sitting up immediately realising there was amounts of blood coating portions of the sheets and his usually covered body was not adorned in any sort of fabric other than the sheets caressing his back. He turned to take in the sight of the room and realised this was not his house, but his college dorm. Her scent was everywhere. His clothes… everywhere! In his dorm. They'd done unspeakable things and all he wanted was to get dressed and get out. "No, no, no, no, no…" he repeated hastily, hopping out of bed and pulling on his basketball shorts, which had been thrown haphazardly and were strewn across the end of the bed. Then he grabbed his t-shirt, which was on the dresser, and his hoodie, which was on the floor.
The pleasure of their previous acts still tingled throughout his body and it disgusted him to no end. Sure, Lois was a softie when it came to the eyes, but damn it, she was like his little sister. He loved her to no end and having had sex with her was the last thing he needed.
He winced as he massaged his temples - a unwholly large amount of beer drained straight from the bottle was definitely not a lovely greeting when it came to waking up the next day. Oh shit, this hangover was worse than the ones he'd had before. "Fuck my life," he muttered as he headed over to the bathroom and popped a few pills into his mouth before draining them down his throat with a few hasty gulps of water. He was dreading the moment he would have to head down and find Lois. He definitely didn't need Zach to get all over his shit, but as far as he was concerned, he was in class seducing that bookworm Stefan had chosen for his dare. In spite of his current situation, he chuckled. It would be interesting, watching Zach try to seduce the girl into bed; as far as he knew, the girl was an innocent virgin; she hadn't even been kissed. Many boys had tried to change the matter but the girl bluntly refused.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair before marking up the courage to cross the threshold over to the kitchen. Damn it, was he in for some shit. "Good morning," Stefan smiled arrogantly, canting his head in greeting.
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One godforsaken lecture about prohibition was about the only thing that was going quite interesting in Aislinn's life currently. Okay, maybe that sounded pathetic to probably the whole population of the world, but Aislinn didn't have much to work with. After all, studies were the only thing going for her well; she was a proud nerd after all and thus intellectual discussions provided well to stimulate her mind. But even after knowing full well that she was dominant in the areas that required quick wit and intellect, Aislinn still couldn't stand the lonesome silences in which she tried her best to replace with a good book. Sure, she had her own handful of friends, but she suspected they only used her for the sake of having their homework done punctually. The rest... it didn't matter.
Aislinn sighed as she twirled a lock of her golden mahogany hair with her index finger whilst fixing her gaze attentively at the professor. She could see others who were also driven by force to top their classes were taking notes diligently. But not her. She didn't need it at all. She recalled the information easily; she did have an eidetic memory after all.
Aislinn bit her lip, trying to fight a blush as she felt a gaze pinned on her; no doubt another male was trying to succeed in getting her in bed. A blush struggled to color her palette well at the thought of sex; it seemed coitus was one of the main ingredients to complete the recipe of a male. That and to get aroused easily by the scanty outfits the other girls wore freely. Bloody courtesans they were, the whole lot.
Now don't get her wrong. She wasn't jealous or anything. But living off the reputation of a virtuous bookworm who only associated herself with a selective few... that hurt, sometimes. Only looked upon when someone needed to know the definition of lachrymose. Rarely was she complimented. But that part was easy for her to figure out. Being the insecure mouse, Aislinn simply assumed she was viewed as unattractive by most of the male population. But that still didn't explain the eagerness in their tones when one of them marked up the courage to corner her into a wall and casually press a hand against it next to her head, asking for her number.
She shook herself out of her daze, just in time to hear the professor's verbal dismissal. She collected her books and slung her bookbag along her shoulder, biting the inside of her cheek as she exited quietly out of the lecture theatre. Autumn was settling and the subtly cold air welcomed her into the atmosphere that claimed position of the world outside. Hmm. Maybe it would be nice to write her essay outside on the benches that littered the university campus. She was about to brainstorm a good thesis to start out her written composition when something interrupted her thoughts. Or rather, someone.
Now she wasn't oblivious to the school gossip or whatever. She had heard of the legendary Zachary Rhodes, of his lovely reputation in bed. Oh, screw it. He was the frigging Sex God of the university, his best friend Stefan coming in second place after him. Twas rumored that Zachary had bedded nearly every girl on campus.
Except her.
Aislinn cursed herself inwardly as a blush stole as the dominant pastel color that hued itself generously on her cheeks. Obviously this was none other than another of his famous courtships. Probably a bet. Her throat constricted rather painfully; it was always harsh on her whenever males sauntered over to her; none was physically attracted to her; it was always, always a fucking bet.
"No thank you. I'm a bit preoccupied with homework. Maybe later." Her rather chilly accent came fluently through her words and she started to continue onward her path to her destination.
I'm just reading over some of my old roleplays and came across this one. I'm not 100% sure what happened here (like, why I never replied), because I just read it and it's good. I'd really like to start another roleplay with you, since I'm in desperate need of something cute :')If you want to, of course. And if you'll forgive me for whatever happened here ^^
Ah, I just saw this!
And sure! ^^ I'd be glad to.
If you're willing to start this over with a new set of posts in first-person present, that'd be superb! ^.^
And sure! ^^ I'd be glad to.
If you're willing to start this over with a new set of posts in first-person present, that'd be superb! ^.^
I have to say that I prefer doubles, although if we do do doubles I don't expect, like, a novel for each character. Believe it or not, I can be reasonable :')
Do you have any ideas?
How strange that you've been on my friends list for a long time now but we don't have a roleplay..