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Is it alright if I move this thread to OOC? It doesn't really fit the criteria for RP Extended since there's no actual role playing going on.
I feel bad. ...So if you want to, you can post now and I'll critique it for you. Since I can't continue ATM, it's only fair that if I get more...
I understand what you're saying, and I'm not offended or upset. I didn't send one out because I've been swamped lately, and while I usually send...
Yay, an update. A. Confess. Hoping this won't end badly.
Really? I disagree...But mostly with Lil Woj being better. He was just awful.
Why do you always turn it in the day the video goes up? ...Always? xD If you send it early enough I'll include it.
If everyone who hasn't gotten their lines in gets them in, this'll be the first chorus that had absolutely zero drop outs. Updated. Krowley, What?, Fearless, Forsaken, and (anyone else I've forgotten). You have today and tomorrow.
Example A. Example B. I'm not positive her first language is English. I've never seen her state otherwise. These are just two that instantly...
Just keep practicing. I can still understand what you're trying to say most of the time, so good job. Some members on this site who speak English as a first language are even worse.
<33 Happy Birthday! Hope you have even more fun than that movie. xD
Are you guys ready? When enough of you are, I'm sending Alyss into the closet with Cameron.
Going to write Mirabelle's history tonight. Also, Idk why, but some zerochan pictures are exclusive to members only. I'm logged in, so maybe that's why they work for me. I don't know for sure.
Three. If her mother hadn't had sent out her minions, she would have pursued and destroyed the little vermin herself. However, she was very aware of how little mother liked being interrupted. So instead of being the cause of her anger (or the target), she retreated back into her private chambers. That, of course, didn't mean that she wouldn't go after the girl. The minions would do their job, but she would make sure it was done before the girl escaped. Two. The young woman stared silently from her open bedroom window at the scampering girl before her. Her head tilted slightly to the side, a half smile gracing her lips, curious eyes hidden by the dark strands of hair falling into her face. Her eye lids lowered as a soft breath left her. She was trying to keep herself calm; her slender fingertips twitching. She was hungry for the chase, but it would be no fun for her is she was instant about it. She stepped up onto the golden edge of her windowsill, the cold air of outside gnawing at her pale exposed skin. One. She dropped. Her short tresses whipped upwards at her ears, completely surrendering to the violent air swooshing around her. She could hear the rustling of her skirt and upper-outfit, her bow flapping against her skull. Before she could hit the palace ground, her ruby eyes narrowed. She could still see the girl, and her mother's minions chasing after her. She closed her eyes, letting the wind envelop her; then she was gone, only to appear a moment later a bit a distance away from where she had started. Her teleportation had many uses. Instead of enduring the slight pain that flight inflicted upon her, one of her methods was to drop from a high place and gradually teleport to a landing spot. Well, gradually to her. To other's it was a flash. She appeared again, passed the gates of the palace--Then she vanished. With each appearance, she found herself closer and closer to the girl running desperately before her. Evalotte reach to her hips, her tongue tasting the cold air and licking at her lips. She drew her twin blades from their sheaths. Just one more and she's mine. Right as she was about to teleport, the girl before her vanished. Evalotte stopped herself, drifting to a safe distance. Her shoes touched the damp ground and she peered into the darkness. It was as if the girl dropped into nothing. The Queen glanced around her, noticing the minions gurgling in confusion. She could go after her and search, but instead she took a step back and sheathed her weapons. This would save her play time for another day instead of rushing it now. She would be patient. "Ay, baby! Where you going?"" The young girl twisted around; her red cloak dancing behind her. Her head tilted cutely and her eyelashes began to bat with innocence. She felt her hips twist back and forth as she thought for a moment and rocked back on her heels. "To bring my grandma these treats!" She peered down at her hands clutching at a small woven basket. Suddenly, the sweet scent of cinnamon drifted through the air. Mirabelle turned her head back and forth, trying to peer through the thick trees to see where the voice had come from. Not caring enough to search for the culprit, she spun around and began to skip down the winding stone path to her grandma's beautiful cottage at the end. "Mmm. Yo, maybe you should pick some flowers for that grandmother of yours. I'm sure she'd love them." She hesitated. This voice did sound like it knew what it was talking about. However, she had a bad feeling. She knew better than to talk to strangers now...She was older! Wiser! Smarter! ...Though, technically, she didn't have to respond. And after all, they were just flowers. What could go wrong? So the adorable Little Mirabelle skipped off of the road and started picking some flowers for her beloved grandmother. > Some time later... The streets were crowded with screaming people. Children were crying, and homes were on fire. In the middle of the chaos, Mirabelle stood, holding her basket of goodies; her mouth gaping. Some sort of explosion erupted in the field behind her, and lava started spewing out of the earth. The world shook angrily, and townspeople tumbled about in horror. "MIRABELLE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONNNNE?" The towns baker screamed, running away from her flaming bakery. "Mother of god... " Someone beside her mumbled, taking off a pair of dark sunglasses and gazing up into the sky ominously. Trembling, Mirabelle followed his gaze. The clouds above were swirled and parted, a flaming meteorite hurling towards the Earth. Shrieking, Mirabelle ran. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, all of the way down the winding road to her grandma's. She pushed the door open wildly. "Grandma! We have to go! We have to...Grand...ma?" Laying her bed was a bulky figure. It turned, ears and face like a wolf, the rest of it's body covered in her grandmother's clothing. Out of it's mouth hung the poor limp hand of her grandmother. The 'creature' swallowed that last bit awkwardly and looked to the side. "Um...So...Sweetheart, where are those treats?" Mirabelle's eye twitched. "WH-WHAT?!" ☁ Instead of shooting upwards and hitting her head like she usually did, Mirabelle's eyes just opened to the ceiling above her. She took a deep breath and shook her head of her sleepiness. There could only be one cause for a bizarre dream like that. Only one guy. One sneaky little wolf. Brian. She glared before sitting herself up on the futon she had fallen asleep on.
I'm going to go ahead and vote for All I Want For Christmas if Youuuu, because Auld Lang Syne is more of a New Years song so I'd rather sing it later. That...And it's tremendously boring to me. *Shotshot*
I think I am most dependent on Fuzzy. Emotionally dependent, nothing else. Everything else, I'm very independent in. He is there to comfort me and he listens to what I have to say, how I feel. He's the only one I know who I've shared pretty much everything I have to share with, including family and the people consistently around me. He's also always around. There's not a time I've ever called him and not gotten a response shortly if not instantly. So pretty much whenever I need someone he's there. Whether he's effective in soothing me or not, he's around. In that regard, he's the one I depend on most. I keep a lot to myself, so it's been absolutely wonderful to have someone to confide in. He's my best friend forever. If I accidentally killed him, I don't know. I would feel absolutely lost. I would probably go into shock and I wouldn't know what to do. I may fall into denial about the situation and call for help or obsessively preform CPR. I wouldn't deny that it was me to anyone that asked. I would probably lose my mind a little bit. Not sure if I would ever really recover, but I don't think the angst would drive me to suicide or anything. I'd just be really...confused. Getting ready for work, will give you your dare when I return.~
Puppeteer: Jayn. Name: Evalotte Flame. Former Self: The Red Queen. Gender: Female. Age: Nineteen. Race: Wonderland. Where is Your Mark?: The small of her back. Grimm Caddet/Queen’s Lacky: Queen’s Lacky. Personality: She can come across as just a tad narcissistic. Though she follows her mother's orders with no complaints, she still enjoys pretending otherwise and putting herself on a pedestal. She can be fairly childish, enjoying her creation of mischievous schemes and troubles for the rest. Her main personality component, however, is her ability to be manipulative and unpredictable. ...Oh, not to forget her enormous appetite. Picture I.D.: Here. Breif History: There isn't much to be said about her, as she's always followed in the footsteps of someone else. She enjoys serving her mother, but only because it puts her in a position of power. ...Or, rather, semi-power. She's pretty much oblivious to the fact that her mother could possibly be using her and has been raised to believe otherwise by the queen herself. She was always treated with love and respect (false or not), and has been raised to get what she wanted. Every day, along with her training and mastery of her magic and swords, servants and other's abide by her beck and call. She's not sure what it means to struggle. All of her life she witnessed other people being negatively affected by her mother's actions, but she felt impervious to it. Protected. Superior. Likes: ♥ Strawberries (with the tops on) drizzled with a red honey-based syrup. ♥ Chilled sparkling apple-cranberry cider with cherries. ♥ Red velvet scones with a pink butter cream frosting. ♥ Sweet red chocolate mousse with tart raspberries and heavily whipped cream. ♥ The color red. Dislikes: ♥ Coconut cake. ♥ Straight milk. ♥ Tapioca. ♥ Marshmallows. ♥ The color white. Weapon of Choice: ♥ Dual Swords. Magic Abilities: *Blue = Weakness/Non-godmoddery. ♥ She has the ability to use short-range teleportation. ♥ She can fly, but only when she takes the time to form wings, which takes a bit for her to do. Not too long, but it's definitely not a smooth process. Currently, she can only fly up to 30 minutes. ♥ She wields the power of illusion, able to shift-shape into another person, and cast familiar looking shadows. However, she cannot imitate their voice, and she has a limited amount of time before the spell breaks. Theme Song: Kukuku. ✂-------------------------------------------------------------------------❖ Puppeteer: Jayn. Name: Mirabelle Scarlette Former Self: Red Riding Hood. Gender: Female. Age: Sixteen. Race: Grimm. Where is Your Mark?: The back of her right hand. Grimm Caddet/Queen’s Lacky: Grimm Caddet. Personality: She can be easily described as reckless. Though she enjoys doing things for others, she's often misled and easily distracted from her tasks, though she doesn't mean to be. She likes to see the good in everyone, despite how they may appear initially and sometimes very foolishly gives into to deception. Despite her tendency to be naive, she is a particularly good fighter and enjoys a good spar once in a while. Due to her previous experiences with misjudgment, she tries to take better precautions now and often portrays herself as stronger and more mature than she really is. Her reckless behavior continues to bleed through. Picture I.D.: Here. Brief History: {At least 5-8 good sentences of your character's past} Likes: ★ Sweets and breads. ★ Picking flowers. ★ Red fabric. ★ Taking walks. ★ Sparring. Dislikes: ★ Wolves or dogs. ★ Forests. ★ Sour or spicy foods. ★ Taking medicine, or any sort of 'unnatural' remedy. ★ Being lied to. Weapon of Choice: See Picture I.D. Magic Abilities: *Blue = Weakness. ★ Stealth. Though unable to completely disappear, she is able to blend in with the objects around her for a short period of time. Doing it too often makes her tired. Other: Both images are subject to change when I make my banners.
Truth. Truth or Dare to the below? Expect a short one.
As you know, papa and I won't be home for a little bit. I'm outside of 7-11 right now, but I'd like to reserve the Red Queen (to help you with the bad guy plot thing. <3) /Little Red Riding Hood (Myself) and Wolf (Fuzzy).
Some people may chalk it up to nothing, but turning eighteen can be a little scary sometimes. Just know that us and the family are always here for you, and tremendously proud. I'm glad I got to know you, and that we became friends despite all of the hatred and rumors floating around during that time. I love you, Plumzors. Thank you for everything and happy birthday, honey. c:
