Username: Sorrow Name: Aly Homewood Gender: Female Age: 18 Appearance: Long black hair, bright green eyes, delicate looking, but she can hold her own in a fight. Wears a small band of leather around her wrist in order to be able to tie her hair back quickly, and long sleeved black shirts, usually accompanied with shorts or pants, depending on the weather. She has several scars on her wrists and arms from past battles, and uses the shirts to keep them hidden. She wears a small silver locket around her neck all the time. Personality: Sarcastic, but shy with new people, she usually keeps to herself. She's not afraid to give her all in a fight or argument till she wins, but she often stops before getting herself killed. Doesn't like to talk about her past at all, but she sometimes leaves little hints to annoy people. Bio: She moved out at 18, and got a job working in a tavern. Her mother and father died in a fire, along with her little brother soon after she moved out, and she lost everything, except a small locket. When she was little, she was constantly told by her mother she was worthless, and told by her father she was a special person. Due to the conflicting thoughts, she has a hard time thinking about her past at all. Weapon: Small knives hidden in her clothes. Other: You should listen to the song Looking for Angels XD Preview post: Aly finished putting away the extra beer, then untied her long hair, letting it fall down her back. She put the small length of leather on her wrist, and slipped into a small jacket. "See you tomorrow." she called to the tavern keeper, then walked out into the brisk morning, sighing. She hated taking night shifts, but when people called in sick, what were you supposed to do? Besides, it was better to get paid extra then none at all. And she didn't mind being alone, it gave her time to make herself at peace for when she would deal with people later on. She narrowed her eyes against the sun, pulling her jacket tight around her.
Dalk scares me.
She shook her head, clenching her hands. "My father." she murmured, closing her her eyes for a moment. "And someone best left forgotten." she took a deep breath, then relaxed slowly. The realization dawned on her that she was letting a guy touch her. He wasn't hitting her. She smiled a little. Different indeed.
no no, I'm just ******ed 8D
Well I think we were. I just have no idea how to respond to someone who uses sheep skin as a condom.
Oooh gotcha. Okay, I think I get it now 8D
She almost jumped at the sudden contact, then blushed slightly, looking up into Rhone's eyes. They were pretty, not muddy brown like her dad's, she decided. "Do you think so?" she murmured, looking down at her hands. "I just....he wasn't supposed to find me here." she finally said.
I didn't know the bed was an option. *fixed and I am not interested in seeing it. I'll get someone else to see it, then describe it in three sentences.
Simple. Men get cranky either when they don't get laid or they are hungry. Women get cranky when the dishes aren't done. Quick! The front window is unbarred!
If you want to. Also, do you wish to be part of the msn experience?
This is a scary post in and of itself. I would prefer the bathroom, thank you very much. Horse stalls are meant for horses, whether they be having sex or not, and locker rooms are very stinky.
She shivered, closing her eyes. "Maybe." she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself. Maybe not. "We should get going then." she said, still quiet, and walked by Rhone, her head down. So she was really insane, it wasn't just the lack of food he would give her or the way he hit her head too hard, making her dizzy.
I kinda wanna join your rp, but I don't get the story, I think :/gasp:
You like it? I think it adds a nice homey touch :>
Are we talking horse stalls or bathroom stalls?
She didn't take her eyes off the place where her father had been. "Did you see that?" she whispered. Her face felt wet, and when she touched it, her cheeks were wet. She rubbed them hurridly, not wanting the boys to see her cry. "Did you see that man?" she finally asked, rubbing her arms.
Aerith opened the door, her green eyes stark against her pale face. "She's sleeping." she whispered, breathing heavily. "It took a lot more then I thought it would." She looked back up at Tifa, her eyes almost feverish. "You need to find Cloud, okay? I'll stay here, I can take..." her breath caught in her throat. She cleared it, then murmured. "I'll be okay." Tifa shook her head resignedly, then helped Aerith to lie on the couch. "Stay there. I'll go get him." She sighed, watching the other woman close her eyes. Xion must have been hurt bad for even Aerith to be tired. Of course...the planet's life was not something easily channeled either. Still..she had done it to save Midgar before. Tifa ran out the door, her gloves still on. "Cloud..." she gasped as the fireball headed toward her, then grabbed the nearby bench and hurled it, duckign at the last minute as it exploded.
