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Jun 21, 2015 21:02:46 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 21, 2015 21:02:46 GMT -6
 This year was supposed to be different. Michelle woken up countless times telling herself so, making an effort to make herself do something calming everyday. Draw a picture. Walk around the grounds taking pictures. It seemed to be working. Her relationship with Jon was going pretty well. Even if there were moments when he acted more distant, she loved spending time with him when they were together. No matter how small the talk, she’d talk and he’d listen. Or she’d offer to share her drawings and photos, sitting quietly as he admired her small collection of work. She tried not to let the distance affect her too much. Jon had told her briefly what he’d been through over the summer, with the World Cup. A traumatic experience certainly, one that would have effected most everyone involved. Would have affected her worst. So, acting was a little distant was only natural. She continued telling herself that over and over, while enjoying every moment she spent with Jon. And perhaps letting him have a little space would do her good. Help her do more things, socialize more, while in the end looking forward to whatever moments she did share with him. It all seemed to be going so well.
Everything was going so well until Halloween. The Haunted Houses set out around Hogsmeade had piqued her curiosity. Having no memories of actually celebrating Halloween in the past, Michelle had thought maybe it would be nice to attend. To go with a friend and push herself to be more social. To prove to herself that she was capable of having a nice time on her own. She never even considered the thought that maybe @jon would be there. If she had, maybe she would have sought him out earlier, ask if he wanted to go with her. It might have eased her nerves having the knowledge that he’d be there, but alas she’d been too focused preparing to spend some quality time with friends.
And the night had been going alright. Despite getting separated from her group after letting her nerves get the best of her, Micha had managed not allow the Haunted House to terrify her too much. After what she’d experienced, had been through, perhaps it was silly to expect something as trivial as spooky skeletons to frighten her. She managed to survive through the ordeal, with only a little bit screaming and jumping to be had. In all honesty, she was finding herself enjoying the night. Things had been fun, and for the first time ever she found herself actually enjoying the holiday. After so long of avoiding holidays, Michelle felt like a normal girl. Not afraid or nervous, but like a most teenagers should. She was having fun.
She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point she caught sight of Jon out of the corner of her eye. Without thinking she found herself following after him. Perhaps a part of her was hoping to say hi, or check in to see how he was enjoying his night. Whatever the reason, Michelle moved quickly with an eagerness that she hadn’t been anticipating. It felt right to at least check in on Jon even if he wasn’t feeling up to spending a moment or two in her company. All should have been good, but unfortunately her luck turned against her. It was almost like fate wanted them to remain a part for the night. From a distance, Micha noticed @jonathan sitting next to another girl. Whatever she had been feeling prior to it evaporated, as insecurities took hold. He was sitting with another girl. A girl who was far prettier, and probably far less broken that she was.
Hiding behind a wall, Michelle spent the next few seconds fighting with herself. Trying desperately to force herself to turn around, to forget what she saw. It was a losing battle, one that she wondered if she’d ever win. Emotions took hold, and before she realized it her feet were moving toward Jon as she stormed over. ‘Don’t do it, stupid’ she told herself mentally over and over again, but to no avail. Michelle approached Jon, emotions fully in control and within moments her hand was making its way toward his face. Slap. She’d slapped him. The guilt from her actions hit soon after, resulting in Michelle backing away and tears brimming from her eyes. Trying to mutter sorry, with the words remaining in her head never to leave her lips, Michelle stared at him for a moment before turning around to run away. She needed to leave. Had to get out of there.
Ever since that dreadful night, Michelle had been doing what she could to avoid @jonathan. Weeks had passed by, enough where she felt like the emotions that had taken hold of her had long passed by. But the guilt, the guilt remained. Whenever she closed her eyes she watched herself slapping him over and over again. Watching her hand as it connected, leaving a red mark against Jon’s skin. Sometimes, in her dreams, she would envision worst. Hear a voice calling out to her, telling her that she was no different from the vile monster that had harmed her in her past. Her father. Visited by nightmares where she heard his voice. Heard him calling her a monster, and telling her that one day she’d get what’s coming to her. It was all too much to handle. Burdened by guilt she did nothing but hide. Avoid Jon, avoid her friends, and anyone who might have made any effort to reach out to her. The only one she had bothered to talk to was her cat. It was easier to talk to Cinder. To confess what she had done, and her guilt to the little feline. The little guy never judged her. He just remained curled up next to her purring, and was just there. Ciri wasn’t too bad either, and she’d make time to spend time with the owl as well. Both animals were welcome company.
Animals were so much easier to be around than people. Perhaps… perhaps that’s why she had always loved them so much.
But then at some point it was necessary to stop hiding away. Michelle had woken up early that morning, deciding to make an effort of heading down to the great hall. She’d arrived with little trouble, choosing a seat that was still situated away from others. Her eyes remained focused on the food before her, as she ate what little bit of breakfast she felt her stomach could handle. Once she finished, she waited a few moments before a couple cat treats showed up on the table before. A special request she had asked of the elves the night before. A small treat for Cinder, one that she felt the cat had deserved.
Slipping the treats in her pocket, the dark haired Ravenclaw pushed herself away from the table, proceeding to make her way through the hall. Eyes kept to the floor, she made her way through the crowd dodging around as many bodies as possible. She wanted to get back to the common room as quickly as possible. To give Cinder his treats, and maybe spend a few moments drawing before class. Her eyes widened when she heard the sounds of someone stepping in front of her. Looking up to see what was going on, she was shocked to see Jon blocking her path. A pleading look was worn on his face as he spoke up, trying to confront her after she’d been avoiding him for so long.
“I get it, Jon.” She said perhaps a little more coldly than normal, doing her best to shrug off his words regarding what had happened. Had she even been listening? “Just let me through please?” Micha made to try to move passed him, just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. “I… I need to go feed Cinder.” Shoving her hands into her pocket, her fingers touched the treats that had been stored there. Damn it. Why’d he have to approach her now? She didn’t feel ready. Didn’t feel prepared for… for whatever might happen?
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Jul 21, 2015 13:28:14 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jul 21, 2015 13:28:14 GMT -6
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Sept 4, 2015 15:51:27 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 4, 2015 15:51:27 GMT -6
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Sept 9, 2015 15:02:28 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 9, 2015 15:02:28 GMT -6
@jonathan
I don't know what to say. It's beautiful! I love it, thank you. And give Irina my thanks next time you see her.
Do you know if it's hand-made? If Irina makes them herself, maybe you could take me to meet you one day. From how you described her she sounds like a fascinating woman, and I wouldn't mind meeting her. And if she does make these bracelets, I'd love to learn from her techniques. Maybe, maybe I could help her make them. I can't stop admiring the craftwork. It's lovely, and I would love to learn how it was made.
That is if you think it's okay. If you'd want to introduce me to her. You don't have to if you think it'd be a bad idea. Just make sure to give Irina my thanks, at least.
Thank you again! Many, many thanks in fact! Receiving this was a pleasant surprise, one that really made my day. I don't know if I deserve it, but I appreciate. I'll wear it everyday and treasure it.
~ @michelle
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Sept 9, 2015 23:10:41 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 9, 2015 23:10:41 GMT -6
 Five years. It had been five long years since his father had died. Since he had been the one to end Raphael’s life. How time seemed to fly by, and yet the guilt of that day still wracked at his bran more than ever. Desmond had never wanted to do it; had never meant to actually go through with the deed. Everything had happened so fast. One moment he was merely spying on behalf of the ministry – they needed information, and he was their best bet at the time. It should have been easy, but nothing ever was. Life always had to go and make things a million times more complicated, and the next thing he knew he was chasing after his own father. His own family. For fuck’s sake what kind of person did that. Who in their right mind would volunteer to spy on their own fucking family? Even if Raphael Passerini was a notorious dark wizard, rumored to be associated with Death Eaters, that didn’t mean Des wanted to be the one to go after the guy. The man was still family. Not only that he was his father for crying out loud. A cruel, heartless bastard maybe, but for whatever reason Desmond still felt some small degree of family loyalty toward the man. Blood is thicker than water and all that. Not that the loyalty ever got him anywhere. It was that same man who confronted him, and forced him into a fierce duel. A fight where only one of them would be left standing.
That day would be forever burned in his memories. Arguing with his father over how he didn’t want to fight, unlike whatever the other man had chosen to believe. Like always his father didn’t listen. The man never did, instead Raphael Passerini had held at him consistently in order to push every button possible to persuade him into a fight. Coward, weak, worthless, disappoint. So many insults, and a few vicious strikes later, and it was no surprise that Desmond gave in. He agreed to fight his own father, with the agreement being that if he won his father would give up his foolish notion of wanting to stage a coup. Or that was what should have happened, but instead at the very end Raphael had ended up bleeding and dying on the ground. All Desmond had wanted to do was try a new spell of his own invention, one that produced a small dagger made of lightning. Lightning was his element, so it had made sense to study spells that worked with it in his youth. Instead of merely stabbing his father in the leg or arm, Des watched as the bladed bolt made its way to the man’s chest. Horrified all he could do was watch as his own father lay dying, while slowly taking in his last words. Last words that revealed more about the man than he had ever known. If there was any one moment when he felt some kind of connection with his old man it was in that moment.
“I always knew you never fit in well with our family. Even before you began questioning our beliefs.” The final words spoken before his father died, words hit harder than they ever should have. “I am proud of you, despite you being a pain in my ass. Don’t blame yourself for what happened today. You didn’t kill me, my own foolishness did.”
Five years later, and he was still cursing his life day after day without fail. Still blaming himself for ruining his family, for allowing himself to fall into the trap of spying on his own family. It was with that guilt that lead him to a small graveyard out in the country. Desmond stood before two graves – one for each parent he’d lost – with his eyes staring at the one in the right in particular. The one engraved with Raphael Passerini. As often as he paid a visit to his parents, it was often his mother who he spent more time with. It only made sense. He had been closer to her, despite being the disgraced son that he was. She was still a somewhat good mother, at least in the way that she wanted to find some way to love all her children. When his father was too tough on him, whether emotionally or physically, it was always her who offered to send him to his Grandfather’s Italian home for a week as a means to escape. Perhaps to rethink his behavior, but it was an escape nonetheless. They weren’t extremely close, but the truth was he was still closer to her than Dad Passerini. So, the fact that he wasn’t at the graveyard to primarily visit his mother’s grave was a rarity. It happened, but not often enough for it to feel abnormal. More or less it was a sign that he was contemplating something, or brooding in a layer of guilt.
“Hey, old man.” He greeted, feeling only a little self-conscious. No matter how many times he visited the grave, it always felt a little strange talking to someone who was essentially a dead man. “Long time, no visit I know. But you know me, I don’t really stop by unless something’s on my mind.”
Desmond felt an odd smile spread across his face, not one formed from positivity, but more from the awkwardness of the situation. It felt right to be there, but the longer he stood in the graveyard the colder the chill that spread down his spine. The place was fucking creepy. It might have been silly for a grown ass man to have some irrational fear of graveyards, but damn did he hate being in them. Even if it was for a sort of good reason. Not matter he continued his visit, while moving to kneel next to the grave out of some form of respect. Well that, and to feel closer to the man he was there to visit.
Taking a moment to consider what to further do, Des stared down at the burial site in silence. His foot kicked the ground uncomfortably, while his mind raced to find more to do. “Sorry for always being a pain in your ass.” He muttered nonchalantly out of nowhere. “I know I never fit into our family, but… but I didn’t hate you.”
He didn’t hate him. That was the point wasn’t it. No matter how much they fought, despite being dragged into a fight to the death with him, Desmond had never hated his father. Things were just complicated. The father was still proud of the son, and the son still held some degree of loyalty to both his parents. They didn’t hate each other. Raphael Passerini would have wanted to die by the disgraced son – would have sought him out even – because it was far more honorable than being tracked down by one of his enemies. If he had known better he would have refused to stop right then, would have realized that maybe, just maybe his father wasn’t some god awful person. But he gave into the pressure. He ultimately gave in, and allowed himself to be pushed into that fateful duel.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s not much, but not a day goes by where I don’t regret what happened.” The words came out with ease, more calmly than he would have expected. It was almost like he had wanted to say this since forever. That he was merely waiting for the right moment to do so, the time he was ready to admit his guilt to his father. “I hate myself. Hate the sins that haunt me, that are always watching me through the shadows.”
Even now he could feel them. Sins of his past creeping about to watch him, to judge him. So much he was guilty of, yet how different would his life be in if things had been different. What if he had never been dragged into killing his father? What if he had just run away, went on to live in Italy or some other country outside the U.K? He could have escaped the life he had built, but how much different would he have been. Fuck. If it had been so easy to escape, then he was a fucking idiot for not seeing it. There were so many methods to avoid that incident. Instead of saying fuck it all earlier, he just had to listen to his superiors in the Auror department. He was the reason his life was so fucked up. Not his father, nor his brother, or anyone. It was him all him. Desmond Passerini.
Like a vicious tiger, Desmond turned around kicking the first thing his eyes caught sight of with as much strength he could muster. A large rock, which was sent flying into some old graveyard that looked to have been standing for around a hundred years. Not exactly the most respectful thing to do, but his mind didn’t have time to question the morality of the action. Instead his mind turned to the heavy footsteps approaching from behind. Another man if he wasn’t mistaken, and if he had to guess they weren’t there to pay any respects to anyone. Whoever the individual was deliberately approaching him.
Desmond moved to face the stranger, observing every feature that was visible. They were definitely a man, one who looked similar. A former auror, and one who he had worked under years ago. If the turning in his gut was anything to go by, then the man was the very person who had trained him back when he was a trainee. His eyes formed into tiny slits as the man stepped closer and closer until finally every detail of their aging features was visible. Yes, he definitely knew the man. A former auror, one who was kicked from the department for being far more sadistic than any sane man could be. The guy was probably around 45, if not older, and there was a cold bit of malicious insanity that lingered in his eyes. Everything about the man’s appearance said don’t fuck with this guy.
And yet for whatever reason, he was standing in a cemetery, facing a former trainee.
“Look what I’ve found.” The man who went by the name Collin Ashfurd whispered in a cold, dead voice barely audible enough for Desmond to hear. “Looks like the disgraced son of the Passerini family.” The man’s eyes moved to look over at the very gravestone Des had just finished visiting, with an odd sort of smirk spreading across his features. Almost like he was in on some sort of secret. Whatever thoughts were floating through the guy’s mind sent shivers down Desmond’s spine, while fury slowly began to fill his eyes.
“Too bad he’s dead.” The man continued on, as if he hadn’t noticed Desmond standing there. “If you ask me, he deserved a far crueler death.” That knowing smirk grew wider, with his gaze moving to meet Desmond’s. All he could do was watch the man, while trying to decipher exactly what they were getting at. The truth felt so close, yet so far away at the same time.
“Or maybe, just maybe he did.” Their eyes met right as the words left Colin’s lips, that sick smirk taunting him all the while. “Maybe everything you’ve been lead to believe until now was all a lie.”
tagged;; one-shot location;; cemetery in Florence, Italytime;; late afternoon, early evening. June, 2204
notes;; a lil' thing I meant to write 5ever ago, but only just now got around to it. it's awful, i know, but i also kind of love it. ^.^ |
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Sept 21, 2015 19:51:16 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 21, 2015 19:51:16 GMT -6
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Oct 3, 2015 20:54:33 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Oct 3, 2015 20:54:33 GMT -6
1. Name? Age? Location?
Ross Doherty, 25, chilling in my apartment in London
2. How did you wind up answering this survey?
I don’t know. I was bored, and I saw one of these things lying on a table while I was grabbing a bite to eat earlier. It looked interesting, so I decided to pick it up. Could be fun, and what better way to learn about me from me right? Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?
3. If you had to describe yourself to a stranger so that they could find you in a crowd, what would you tell them?
I don’t know. There’s nothing about me that really seems to stand out much in a crowd. Though if you see a guy in grungy styled clothing, who looks like he’s enjoying life then chances are that’s me. If he has short sandy blond hair and blue eyes, then the chances increased even more so. Occasionally I might be accompanied by an Alaskan Malamute, who is the cutest thing ever, so she probably draws far more attention than I ever will. I may be a Quidditch celebrity, but my charm is nowhere near the same level as hers.
4. Where is your favorite place to shop?
Ah man, I don’t know. I guess it would probably be Honeyduke’s. Every time I’m in Hogsmeade, I make a goal to stop by there to grab a few goodies. I have a killer sweet tooth, one that never seems to ever be satisfied. Hahaha
5. What is your zodiac sign? Does this matter to you?
Uhhhh… let me think for a moment. My birthday is July 27, so I think that would make me a Leo. I don’t know, I just never really got into that sort of thing so I can’t say for sure.
6. What is the highest level of education you have completed?
I somehow managed to make it through all seven years at Hogwarts, barely scraping through my NEWTS. To this day, my parents still like to hassle me about never taking school as seriously as I should have. But hey, I managed to make a living playing Quidditch, so I’m doing something right.
7. Are you named after anyone?
Okay, this is something that is probably better for me to say out loud and make public before any nasty press people can find out. I was actually named after my grandfather, who died a few months before I was born. From what my dad says, the guy was some horrible nasty dark wizard type of person with lame ass purist beliefs. Like a Death Eater, except he was more of a lone wolf. Not that it makes him any better. –shrugs- Anyways despite practically being disowned by the man, I guess my father still felt some love and respect for him. At least enough where he decided to honor and mourn the guy’s death. I promise I’m nothing like my namesake, much to my dad’s pleasure I hope.
8. Name one strange fear you have that wouldn't bother most people.
I don’t know if this counts exactly, but I get really nervous when left alone with ministry officials or aurors. I don’t I guess it’s something from always feeling intimidated by my dad, and just feeling like the useless son. If you’ve ever met my father then you’d know exactly how scary and intimidating he can be, and considering the fact that I’m the only one if my family who doesn’t work in the ministry… well an extra level of discomfort that seems to enter the room whenever we’re alone together. Then there’s my brother who I also seem to be getting compared to because he’s always out there putting his life one the line in order to make the world a better place. I don’t know, I guess living with two Aurors and dealing with them often, has led to me becoming kind of nervous at the idea of meeting with other people of a similar nature alone. So, I’ll always make sure to meet with any friends and acquaintances I have somewhere out in public, preferably at a place where other people are around so it doesn’t feel like it’s just us. Downside, this probably means that I can never date a hot ministry employee. Ah but such is life, right. So cruel ):
9. Describe your last relationship in one word.
Fun
10. How much cash do you have on you right now?
Okay let me take a moment to check. I mean you don’t expect to have this sort of thing to memorized, right? XD
At the moment, I have 4 galleons, 27 sickles, and 9 knuts in my wallet. I also have £45 in muggle currency.
11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?
A nice sense of humor
12. Do you still live in your hometown?
Not anymore. I used to live in Greenock, Scotland with my family, but after I became a professional Quidditch play I decided to move out to live on my own. At the moment I’m living in an apartment in London, which I bet isn’t quite what you were expecting. Even if I can afford to buy a small mansion sized home, I don’t really want to. It’s too big, and I like my cozy lil’ apartment. It’s perfect for a single guy like me.
13. Name one weird thing you can do or often do that most people wouldn't guess about you.
I always dance for a few seconds before going to bed instead of doing simple stretches, like most people do. It’s one of those moments where I can look as stupid as I want, without any worries of making a total fool of myself.
14. What's the best thing that has happened to you recently?
Recently? Probably the quiddich party. Oh man, that was so much fun. I got to see so many friends, meet new people, and just have a blast partying all night long. Let’s be honest here and just say that Quidditch players know how to throw the best parties!
15. If you could have five minutes alone to speak with a person in a position of power, who would you choose and what would you discuss?
I don’t know. I deal with my father enough already, and he’s intimidating enough as it is. I don’t know if I could be alone with anyone else without feeling any of that same pressure.
Oh, come to think of if there might be someone. I don’t know if it counts, but I would love to spend a few moments talking to my childhood idol. Nel Lavigine! He was a former seeker for the Tutshill Tornadoes, and oh man did I look up to him. I mean the Tornadoes weren’t exactly my favorite team, but he was by far one of my favorite players to follow. Just the way he interacted with, and just seemed to genuinely care about his fans. It was so inspiring, and watching him on the field was always amazing. I had a chance to meet him once when I was sixteen, but he was severely injured during a match so the meet and greet that had been scheduled for afterwards had to be canceled. I was so bummed out. Not because I didn’t get to meet someone I looked up to, but that I ended up witnessing his career ending injury. But I would love to try to meet him again, and just talk about Quidditch and stuff maybe.
16. If you were granted three wishes by a magic genie, what would your wishes be?
I don’t know. I feel like I have everything I could want already. (: Maybe for the war to end, and for life to just be so much simpler. It sounds lame I know, but I’m just so tired of hearing about all the fighting and killing and stuff. Maybe a few hints that could lead me to finding some love. I love being single and all, but someday I might want to settle down with someone who manages to steal my heart. ;) And last but not least, I’d wish for something silly. Like big tub of ice cream or something. Just something that’s completely out there, and doesn’t necessarily make sense.
17. What were you doing before you started this survey?
Playing with my dog, Dodger.
18. What did you dream last night?
I can’t really remember it very well, except that it was kind of weird. I think I was being chased by a hoard of zombies, and then the zombies suddenly turned into giant cheeseburgers or something. It was really weird, so weird that it’s kind of scary to think about. –laughs-
19. Come up with a new name using only letters from your name (try to use them all!).
I don’t know if this is possible. Ross is such a short name already, and there isn’t much you can do with it. Uh… Sors? Orss (that’s just really weird) Sros. Yeah I think Sors is probably the best, and it sounds like soars, so it’s not all that bad right. Right?
20. Where were you when you had your first kiss? Was it good?
I was in my fifth year, and I managed to sneak with my girlfriend so we could have some fun on the out on the grounds, though after a while we ended up hiding in the Forbidden Forest after some staff member began patrolling the grounds. After we had been successful in avoiding being caught, she wrapped her arms around me and planted a kiss. And I kissed her back instinctively. It was as awkward as you’d expect a first kiss to be, but at the same time it was sort of nice. Even a little exciting, after we had successfully managed to sneak out so late at night.
21. Did you ever have a nickname at any point in your life that you're embarrassed by now?
Not really, no. A few rude people have tried to call me Rossi, in order to try to get under my skin. They were assholes though, so just kind of shoved it to the side and pretended I never heard it.
22. What's your relationship like with your family?
It’s alright. I mean I think I’m sort of close to everyone in my family. I’m a little intimidated by my father at times, but I know he’s always looking out for me. My mum’s cool for the most part. And my brother, well we had our share of spats, and the eternal brotherly rivalry but I still love him. I sometimes feel kind of like the inferior brother, but at the same time we’re both doing what we love so that’s something right. Plus, if I ever need help learning to be a badass I have an amazing bro who’s always willing to help me. I wouldn’t dream of distancing myself from them too much, just a little tiny bit when they can be a little too embarrassing or intimidating. Despite our differences I’m probably closer to my brother, and we only grew closer after he returned after being missing for so long during my sixth year. We’re almost like best buds!
23. If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get and why?
I already have a tattoo. A little white bird on the side of my left wrist. I got it after becoming a professional Quidditch player, as a way to celebrate it. It kind of fits to, considering I’m a Kestrel!! If I had to get another one, I don’t know what I would get. I never really put much thought into it. I just know that I would want it to mean something, to be special.
24. What is your favorite dessert?
Chocolate chip mint ice cream. Or maybe a nice strawberry shake.
25. What minor inconvenience ticked you off so badly you think about it every once in a while and still feel irritated?
Wearing a really itchy sweater when I was younger. It was so annoyingly itchy and irritating, and I hated every moment of it. I will go out of my way to avoid wearing sweaters at all cost, and I may have burned one that my mum sent me a few years ago. Mum if you’re reading this, I’m sorry but I honestly hated that thing. I just hate sweaters, and the way they feel. Please, don’t send me one ever again.
26. Name a smell that you find either pleasant or unpleasant contrary to popular opinion.
I really hate the smell of old books. I don’t know why, it just bothers me for some reason.
27. Have you ever broken a bone? Which one(s)?
Yeah I’ve broken one or two. I try to take care of my body, but sometimes injuries are unavoidable. I broke my ankle when I was younger. More recently I’ve broken my arm and leg, both were separate occasions I swear.
28. What's a childhood dream you still hope will come true?
Besides becoming a pro quidditch player? I don’t know, I have to think a bit on this one. I’ve always dreamed of traveling all over the world, visiting every country that I can. I’m still young, so there’s still plenty of time. Maybe someday it will happen.
29. What shoes did you wear today?
My favorite pair of Vans sneakers.
30. Do you consider yourself an adult, or do you still find yourself searching for someone more adult than you to advise you?
I like to think I’m an adult. I’ve managed to live on my own for a while now, and I’m not dead so I must be doing something right. Plus, I’ve proven more than being capable of taking care of my dog so that counts for something, right. I’m sure my parents would say I still have lots of growing up to do, but I think I’m fine just the way I am. Just because I like having fun doesn’t mean I can’t be responsible when I need to be.
31. Have you kept any mementos from childhood? What are they?
I still have the first broom my parents ever bought me, or what’s left of it. It’s kind of broken now after an incident at school, but I managed to collect all the bits and store them in a box.
32. Who is the first person you contact when you need someone to talk to?
Does my dog count? Because she’s always around whenever I need to just talk and vent about stuff, plus she never judges me and will always love me no matter what stupid things come out of my mouth. Though I guess I can also go to my brother. He’s seen his own share of awful things, so I feel like I can go to him whenever I need another human to talk to.
33. What would your ideal career be?
A professional quidditch player of course! I mean I would love to play for one of the national teams one day. It would be exciting, and help take my career to new heights.
34. What was the last lie that you told?
That I was too busy to go out and do anything for the day. I just wanted to chill back, relax and sleep for once, and just not have to leave my apartment for the entire day. Even I need a break, sometimes.
35. Would eleven-year-old you be proud to have become present-day you?
I hope so. I mean I living my dream, so that should be enough to be proud of.
36. How much do you curse?
Pretty much all the time. I don’t think I can go an hour without letting a curse word slip out of my mouth, though it’s usually in a fun or joking matter.
37. What would be your ideal way to spend an evening?
Depends on how I’m feeling at the moment. Sometimes I want to hit the closest bar and have a few drinks, then other times I just want to escape to my apartment and call it an early night. It just depends on whether or not the day was stressful or if its only just beginning.
38. What is/was your favorite thing about school?
Playing quidditch by far, and finding new ways to fully explore the grounds.
39. If you were going to make a bucket list, what would be the first three items on it?
Help the Kestrels win the World Cup, travel the world, and uh… meet a special someone who I seriously fall for maybe. Though I’m not sure if that last one is possible, hahaha.
40. Close your eyes and think of the first five things that make you smile.
A golden snitch, my precious puppy, fast cars, bright lights, the sky
41. How do you react when someone disagrees with one of your fundamental core values?
It depends. I either shrug it off, as them having a different opinion as me, or I eye them cautiously wondering if they are capable of being trustworthy or not. I don’t like arguing much, so I tend to save arguments for moments when it is completely necessary for me to stand my ground.
42. Do you use a cell phone? If so, who is your most-texted contact?
I have one, yeah. Honestly, I’m not sure who I have managed to text the most. I think it’s pretty much equal for everyone in my contacts list. Maybe my brother by like one or two, and my parents definitely have the least because they don’t like text messages so I just call them… err write them.
43. What's the thing that you love to order in restaurants but you would never attempt to make at home? What's the thing you never order in restaurants because you can make it at home?
There’s this place in downtown London that I swear makes the best bubble teas. They are so amazing, and everyone should go there to try one. If you’ve never had bubble tea before, then you’re missing out. I personally try to go to the place a few times a week just for that beverage alone.
I tend to stay away from ordering quick and easy meals from restaurants. Like I won’t get something like macaroni and cheese, or salads for the most part. Or if I can I try to avoid foods that I eat a lot of, as I would prefer to try something new whenever possible.
44. What is something you hope to achieve in the next five years?
Help my team win the World Cup, at least once. It would be such an honor, and I know we all work our asses off daily so we definitely have our hearts set on making it. My next goal would to be able to play for one of the national teams someday. If any national managers are looking for a new seeker, feel free to check me out!
45. Has anyone ever said something to you that you took to heart so much that it changed you? What was it?
I don’t think so. I try not to let things people say get to me much. Things have happened around me that have changed me, but no one necessarily said anything to help trigger those changes. Or at least not yet.
46. When was the last time you quit something? How do you feel about that choice now?
I sort of quit hiding away from negativity not long after graduating, and just started embracing life more and taking whatever it threw at me. Living life in the moment, and trying not to let anything bring me down. I mean it’s actually kind of nice. There’s still instances where I allow something to affect me more than it should, like an interview gone bad, or my dad’s stern looks, and other things. If I begin to feel useless for whatever reason, that’s when it becomes more difficult to keep my mind on the lighter side of the things.
47. Describe your favorite color without using the names of any colors.
Warm, fiery, and passionate. Something that either make you feel warm inside, or burn depending on the mood in which it goes with for the day.
48. If you had to leave your house in an emergency, what one thing would you take the time to grab on your way out?
My dog! There’s no way in hell I’m leaving Dodge behind to suffer. I can replace almost everything else, but she’s my best buddy. Besides leaving her behind would just be cruel.
49. How do you feel about having spent your time doing this survey?
I don’t know, it was kind of cool I guess. Wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I thought for a second that there might actually be one or two questions that would be more embarrassing to answer.
50. Tag the people whose answers you would like to read!
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Nov 24, 2015 17:03:04 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Nov 24, 2015 17:03:04 GMT -6
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Dec 20, 2015 22:18:24 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Dec 20, 2015 22:18:24 GMT -6
It had been just over two months since he had last decided to pay a visit to his younger sister. Desmond couldn’t describe exactly why he was avoiding it. He just was, simple as that. Ever since his run in with a former mentor, it felt like everything in his life was worth checking into. Had he killed his father? Was it possible that he somehow didn’t? That a ruthless, insane former auror had been the true perpetrator. After living in guilt for years, years where he could have been better off spending doing something more worthwhile. Instead of wasting time trying to drink himself to death, he might have been able to find a new approach to fighting the scum of the earth. He still would have given up on being an auror. That decision had never felt wrong. Leaving the ministry not only out of the guilt he felt, but anger as well. Anger directed at his superiors, at those who decided to pit son against father not once but twice. Once to spy, which admittedly Desmond had agreed to with no problems. Despite his cold, sarcastic personality he had always been on who secretly wanted peace. Stopping Raphael Passerini’s foolish attempt at a coup would only help with that effort. It was the second time he was tasked with going after his father where problems arose. Being forced into a duel with the man who helped raise him, who was partially responsible for the man he had become, was… well if felt wrong. Despite popular opinion he never hated his father. Yes, he was a constant pain in the ass, the rebellious son who wanted to distance himself away from a family held back by old beliefs, but he never fucking hated the man. Fuck. It was impossible. He still held some small degree of loyalty to his family, enough where he never ever wanted to watch them die by his hand.
Which was why he was struggling to take in recent events? The more he thought of that man’s words, repeating them over and over in his head, the more difficult it was for him to understand what the fuck was going on. Desmond had believed himself to be his own father’s killer. He heard Raphael’s last words, heard the very man tell him that he was proud of him. ‘I’ve always been proud of you.’ Those very words had been the only thing for him to hold on to. The only thing that told him that he hadn’t fucked up majorly; that his father had wanted Desmond to kill him if someone had to. Better to sacrifice himself to one who shared his DNA, rather than some twisted, psychotic enemy who had it out for to do worse than simply murder the man. An enemy that would have made his father suffer for as long as possible before finally bringing an end to things.
That was what Desmond had told himself. Despite questioning things, despite hearing his mentor’s words repeat over and over in his head – ‘how do you know everything you believed is not a lie’ – he chose to continue believing that he was the guilty party. The guilt was still there, but lessened. Lessoned so much that he didn’t feel a constant need to dig out the alcohol in a pitiful attempt to drink himself under the table. In truth, maybe his encounter with Colin Ashford was almost good for him. As much as it may have made him question every fucking thing in his life, through denying the man’s words he was beginning to accept past actions. He could embrace the fact that maybe he did murder his own father, but at the same time he had also saved the man. Saved Raphael from a fate far worse than a quiet death, one where he at least was allowed to say goodbye to his most troublesome son before drifting off to rest in peace. He’d always suffer from the guilt of committing such a sin, but at least if it was true – wasn’t a lie – then his conscious wouldn’t eat him alive. There were far worst possibilities out there. Ones if true would destroy everything he had come to believe. Fuck that. They would shatter the reasons behind everything he had done, make it feel like he had no real reason for some of the decisions in which he had made in life. Everything would be so pointless. Choosing to accept the darkness, and to slowly and gradually find his own path to redemption. All of would have no reason. So no, he needed his truths to remain what they had always been. Everything he had learned in the past couple months had to be a lie.
For the past several hours, Desmond had been splayed out on his bed trying to pretend that the world around him didn’t exist. No drama, and no bullshit lies meant to create paranoia. It was just him, his bed, and a small tortoiseshell kitten he had let into his house after noticing it hiding behind the tavern days earlier. He’d decided to take a much needed day off, leaving someone else in charge of the Hog’s Head for the day. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was in better hands. As much as he enjoyed owning and maintaining the bar, sometimes Des found the workload to be beyond stressful. The kitten inched closer to him, pressing its nose against his hand in a subtle gesture. It was comforting, to be honest. He was reminded of some of the pets he had had when he was younger, though most of them hadn’t met the best of fate. Moving his hand upwards, he made to scratch the little cat behind the ears, while the creature responded by rubbing its head against him in delight. A soft mew leaving its lips in affection, as Desmond felt a small smile sneak its way across his face. It was hard to not feel some tiny amount for the kitten, but then a part of him would always have a soft spot for animals. “Hungry, Ziggy?” he asked, sitting up from the spot on his bed before giving the little guy another pat on the head.
Desmond began the descent downstairs, with Ziggy following behind him in a quick eagerness for food. The kitchen itself wasn’t too far away, to be exact it was located right next to the stairs. Maneuvering himself around the area, he found the small bag of cat food just a few days ago. It wasn’t meant to last much longer, but he wasn’t stressing the need to go out and purchase more yet. Hell, Desmond wasn’t even sure if he wanted to keep the kitten yet. The plan had been to watch over the little guy until he could get around to finding someone else who would be more than eager to adopt a feline friend. The longer Ziggy remained in his house, however, the more he could feel some sort of attachment towards the small creature. Living alone wasn’t preferable, and if he wasn’t careful he knew he would find himself keeping the kitten himself. He located a clean food bowl, and poured the dry food into it while the cat proceeded to maneuver its way around his legs. It was oddly cute, in a way that even a guy like him couldn’t resist. After shaking the bowl slightly, he put down onto the floor taking a moment to watch Ziggy rush to devour the contents. With that done everything he wanted to do was complete. Or at least everything he could immediately think of. The next logical move seemed to go ahead and drag himself to visit his sister. It had been awhile, and if he had the day off he might as well do something productive. Making an effort to be a good older brother felt productive enough.
Seconds later he had managed to safely apparate in front of @aurora’s home. Or at least the place he last remembered his little sister living. Had she moved? What if he had fucked majorly and landed himself in front of some stranger’s house? The odds against that were next to impossible, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia that he had failed in somewhat. Looking around for any signs that someone else lived there, he was relieved to find a few key similarities that pointed to Ro still residing there. He gradually made his way to the door, nervously glancing over his shoulder as if he was afraid of being caught or discovered. It was foolish notion, sure but at the same time he didn’t want any of his enemies to know where his sister lived. With one knock on the door he waited for a moment to see if it would be answered right away. He stood there for several seconds with no sign of anyone coming.
Had she heard him? What if she was out for the day? Nothing had happened, had it? Maybe she had seen him, but didn’t want to see him for some reason.
“Ro? It’s me, Des!” Desmond knocked on the door once again, this time letting himself go a little bit louder. “I know it’s been awhile, but I thought I’d stop by to see you. Check how you’re doing and maybe just talk.” Speaking a bit more loudly he turned his attention to peek through the window to see if he could catch sight of her. Perhaps she had left the house for a bit, either that or busy doing something else. Instead of leaving right away, he chose to remain where he was at – standing outside the door waiting just in case she was on her way to open the door.
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Jan 29, 2016 17:34:21 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jan 29, 2016 17:34:21 GMT -6
late afternoon, October, 2204Hog's Head  For the past few months Desmond had found himself working more than ever. Whether it was because he was the only one around to work behind the counter, or simply to keep his mind busy. Working provided a method of avoid thinking about recent events, things that he needed to step away from for a bit. He had spent so much of the summer feeling angry. Angry at his self, at a former mentor who had decided to show up out of nowhere, at the mere idea that maybe everything he thought had been a lie. And then the Death Eaters attacked the Muggle World Cup, and he had spent a few moments angry at the vile organizations and everything they stood for. But then he went back to brooding, questioning exactly how much of his past had been a lie. Between the Hog’s Head and visiting his sister there were few places where he felt normal. There wasn’t too much drama, except for the occasional drunken brawl or argument. As long as he served drinks and kept customers pleased, no one judged him too harshly. As much as he hated being bored, there were circumstances where the boredom was almost welcome. Nothing too unwelcome had happened in is life for at least a month. Not much drama, and he found himself taking more pride in running the bar. Desmond had gone so far as to order new beverages to attract new customers, while also taking efforts to learn how to mix new drinks. If he were honest with himself, Des found it rather exciting to pick up and learn new things. He had always been rather quick at picking up most things he saw were worth the effort of learning, with his parents once calling him their little genius. He wasn’t a genius though. He didn’t deserve such a title, and if he was one it was only because he had worked himself to the bone to gain whatever intelligence he had. He may have been a thinker, a strategist, but every skill he had he felt he had earned in some way. As pathetic as he may be, Desmond wasn’t blind to ignore the small things that people noticed about him. Wasn’t ignorant to know that if he hadn’t been smart, then he would have been killed years ago. Intelligence that was finally being put to something that was rather relaxing for once in his life. …And with the bar being practically barren of all life that afternoon, it seemed it would be a shame not to put his skills to the test by practicing. Desmond stood behind the bar with all the necessary ingredients laid out before him. Bottles of liquors, citrus juices, limes, and whatever else he would need to mix up whatever drinks his heart desired. If practice made perfect, then he would take advantage of the slow business hours to do just that. Starting with a basic Martini, Desmond allowed his hands to move in a swift manner as he got to work. He grabbed each ingredient as needed, added to the concoction in front of him, before pouring the finished beverage into a glass when all was complete. Tossing the drink to the side he turned to another set of ingredients, this time beginning work on a Daiquiri. Desmond forced himself to stop after placing down a sixth and final filled glass on the counter with the others. Glancing at them briefly, he found himself feeling rather confident that he had done a proficient job. He picked up one of the glasses, the Daiquiri, and eyed the liquid inside before taking a nice chug of it for himself. The taste was satisfactory. Perhaps not as top notch as his top bartender, but the practice had helped his skills remain above mediocre. It wasn’t like anyone would actually order a mixed drink. People often visited the Hog’s Head for hard liquor, instead of some mixed drink that could be ordered in a club. A club that probably had ten different variations of each of the things he had concocted. But still it helped to put in the effort of expanding his business, even if just the little bit. If he could attract more visitors, then the longer he’d be able to keep the tavern up and running. Despite his initial reluctance to own a business a few years back, Desmond was actually growing rather attached the dingy bar. Taking the opportunities to practice skills, and involve himself more in providing a more attractive environment to potential customers served to give him something more to aspire to rather than just seeking out fights against known Death Eaters. His eyes darted up rather nonchalantly as he heard the door being pushed in by someone entering the establishment. Customers weren’t exactly expected this time of day, but it wasn’t an oddity. Pushing himself away from his mixing set up, Desmond watched quietly wondering what the visitor, a young woman with light hair, was planning on doing. “Oh, hello there. Do you want anything?” he asked working on being as polite as possible. He couldn’t deny that he felt as if he was achieved not sounding rude, even if there was a bit of apathy in his voice. “Or were you just looking for someplace to hide away for a bit, for whatever reason?” tagged;; @username
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Jan 30, 2016 17:24:05 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jan 30, 2016 17:24:05 GMT -6
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Feb 22, 2016 15:00:08 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Feb 22, 2016 15:00:08 GMT -6
late afternoon, October, 2204Hog's Head  It was strange to be camping with someone else. Someone who wasn’t her sister, or a member of her family. Even if she had been the one to invite him, Shaundi couldn’t get over the strangeness of it. The last male she had went camping with was her brother. Not to mention she had never considered inviting friends to join her on her trips. In truth, if her sister hadn’t had to back out of things, then she probably wouldn’t have bothered asking. It was the realization of spending the time alone that had triggered her to invited him. Despite how she tried to act, there was no denying that something about spending a few nights alone in the wilderness frightened her. Even if it didn’t end up being remotely scary, she surely would have been bored out of her mind.
Still from the letters they had exchanged she got the feeling that Finn needed to get out. Needed some fresh air, and some time away from his own family. Even if they had never spent a lot of time together, Shaundi couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the times they did hang out. He was still a friend. If there was at least one thing admirable about Shaundi, it was that she was steadfastly loyal to her friends and allies. She’d beat someone to a pulp if they even dared messed with anyone she associated with.
After leading him into the cabin, showing him to the room he’d be sleeping in, Shaundi leaned against the wall as he dropped his things off. Her eyes darted to where her own room was located, silently thinking of the two beds that were inside. It still felt wrong to even consider sharing it with another person. Her brother had slept in the other bed years before, and even after all these years she had refused to let anyone else even sit on it. That was Isaac’s and no one else. It was fortunate there were multiple rooms. All rooms were the same size, with only the one having two beds. If anything he would have more space than she would.
A smile flashed across her face, as he mentioned hearing the birds. Birds that made their homes away from the city, some probably native only to the wooded area. “The birds are nice.” She thought out loud, nodding in agreement. “I’m pretty sure some of them wouldn’t even dream going close to the city. I don’t know, I find I like them a little better most of the time.” She pushed herself away from the wall, as he walked back to join her. Her eyes watched him quietly, while her mind made note of the way his body moved. Of how handsome his features were. A seemingly strange thought to flash across her mind, but it was nothing new. Despite her innocence regarding certain things, Di was still a young teenage girl. She admired boys and girls plenty of times, sometimes taking more enjoyment in their beautiful features. In short she knew what she found attractive. Just because she had never dated or kissed anyone didn’t mean she was blind to attraction. She had just never been the kind to worry about romance.
“The lake sounds awesome. I’m more than ready to go now, if you are.” She said beginning to move towards the door. Shaundi took a moment to contemplate letting him leave first, but decided against it. She knew the location better than he did, and it only made sense for her to take the lead. Exiting out the door, she gave a quick wave signaling that she was ready before hopping down the stairs. “It might be a bit of a walk, but I promise it’s worth it.” Not that she had any worries that he’d have any trouble. It was just better to warn him, rather than not say anything at all. Turning back around she set her sights on the direction of the lake, and began walking toward it leading the way for Finn to follow.
It was difficult to say how long they walked for, but moments later Shaundi stopped as the sight of the lake caught her eye. The light of the sun reflected against the water, a view that brought a sense of tranquility to her. “Here we are.” She motioned with her hand, waving in the direction of the lake before them. It was certainly beautiful, there was no denying that. Her eyes moved toward the docks, before turning back to look over at Finn. An idea flashed through her mind, as the hint of a challenge flashed in her eyes. A rather mischievous smile spread across her lips, as her body positioned itself in preparation to move again. “What do ya say? Race you to the docks?” Without even waiting for a response, Shaundi took off running at a full sprint intent on winning. Unfair or not, a sense of exhilaration took over her as she ran to the docks.
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Feb 26, 2016 16:06:15 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Feb 26, 2016 16:06:15 GMT -6
late afternoon, October, 2204Hog's Head  Topping halvah gummies toffee cake chocolate cake jelly beans. Cookie donut cheesecake pudding donut. Biscuit icing powder. Pie candy canes gingerbread dragée candy lollipop. Bear claw soufflé chocolate bonbon gummies carrot cake dragée tootsie roll. Sesame snaps macaroon tart. Chocolate biscuit sesame snaps candy.
Pie ice cream macaroon topping. Gummies chocolate cake dragée bonbon toffee tiramisu biscuit sweet roll soufflé. Pastry jujubes sweet roll. Powder cotton candy donut sweet. Donut toffee pastry jelly beans cake tiramisu apple pie. Macaroon biscuit lollipop liquorice powder biscuit candy sweet roll soufflé. Biscuit pudding sesame snaps gummi bears. Sugar plum sugar plum macaroon powder chocolate bar gummi bears chocolate. Sesame snaps biscuit fruitcake.
Marshmallow gummi bears sweet. Tiramisu tiramisu icing powder jelly-o. Lemon drops marzipan bear claw danish bear claw topping. Toffee wafer chocolate cake croissant candy canes tart cake marshmallow bonbon. Tootsie roll gummi bears bonbon halvah croissant jujubes. Wafer soufflé jujubes gingerbread toffee gummies marzipan tootsie roll tootsie roll.
Gummies jelly-o cotton candy gummies tart liquorice sweet ice cream. Wafer caramels gingerbread. Wafer topping carrot cake candy canes cotton candy sweet. Chocolate jelly-o tart chupa chups. Cookie pie carrot cake jujubes. Croissant fruitcake pudding donut. Pastry icing biscuit.
Chupa chups sugar plum fruitcake jujubes jelly beans sugar plum jelly-o dragée carrot cake. Marzipan lollipop marzipan. Cheesecake topping liquorice gingerbread tiramisu tootsie roll halvah tart oat cake. Chocolate cake apple pie halvah ice cream. Macaroon candy canes gummies pudding gummies. Gummies pie danish carrot cake cake. Fruitcake marzipan pie. Sesame snaps carrot cake tiramisu wafer chocolate cake croissant halvah cake tootsie roll.
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Mar 17, 2016 22:39:46 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 17, 2016 22:39:46 GMT -6
There's an art to life's distractions
Does your character like to wear jewelry? What kind?
Occasionally, yeah. Michelle is attracted to jewelry that has a hand-crafted appearance to it, usually something made by human hands. Whether it’s simple leather bracelets, or something a little more intricate. If it looks like something she herself could learn to create, then it will draw her eyes to it in a flash.
Does your character like to wear makeup?
On special occasions mostly, but even then she tends to stick to only the most basics. She likes having a more natural appearance for the most part. Though occasionally she’ll choose to highlight her eyes with a bit of extra eyeliner. It’s not often, but she’d put in the extra effort for a dance or some other event.
Does your character have any birthmarks? What do they look like?
No she does not.
Does your character have any scars? How did they get them?
Michelle has received her fair share of scars over the years, with many of the physical ones having healed. She does have a couple arms on her right forearm, one on her back, and another that runs down her leg that are more permanent. The scars were inflicted on her by her father, during some of the worst cases of the abuse she suffered at his hand.
She also has a small scar on her left ear, from when her sister tried to pierce her ears when she was eight. For as much it hurt, a part of her is a little happy it never fully scared, as it is another reminder of her older sister.
Does your character have any tattoos? What is the story behind them?
No she does not.
Does your character have any piercings? What is the story behind them?
Yes, she has her ears pierced once. When she was twelve her foster parents at the time took her to get them pierced, after she showed some mild interest in having her ears pierced. The mother also noticed the scar on her ear from her sister’s failed attempt, and the woman felt obligated to take her to a professional in the hopes that earrings would hide the scar.
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Mar 20, 2016 12:03:45 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 20, 2016 12:03:45 GMT -6
@pryce
25 // female // werewolf // musician // thief, hired criminal // stray
Possible ideas
She plays music in the park a lot, so if someone wants to stop and listen for a bit that could be a good meeting place. Or it could be a starter for other possible plots
She is a thief, something I feel I have never really played with much. So maybe someone could catch her breaking into a house, and all kinds of fun drama could occur. Or she could be caught wearing a necklace or something that was reported stolen. She’s normally very careful, but I’d be up for her making a mistake or two so stuff could happen.
Any club or bar owners want a musician they can hire to perform in their establishment. Morgan could use a way of earning an honest buck or two, and she’s pretty talented so she could be your girl! Plus, it’s kind of her dream to play music professionally, so any help could be great. And might set her off a life of crime.
Flings. While she may be cold and distrusting at first, Morgan does have her needs. Any smooth talkers want to flirt and try to win her over. A short fling or one-night stand could be what she needs. And maybe someone could help her realize that not everyone is out to hurt her. |
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