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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 20:35:02 GMT -5
➻ The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.1874, London.Their first meeting is not quite their first meeting, or, at least, it's only their first meeting for one of them. For muse a, it is their first time. For all anyone knows, they are innocent - a bystander. Someone who sits and watches the world go by, and doesn't believe in fate nor the possibility of time jumping. They are a simple citizen in London, someone who has lived there for their entire life. For muse b, however, it is their fourth - or their fifth. Upon recognising muse a, they approach, full of chatter and eager to talk because this is a fellow time jumper. It does not take them long to realise their mistake, for muse a is confused and finds their speech odd and baffling, their clothing foreign, despite the fact that everyone around them thinks it's normal - or doesn't notice muse b, one of the two. Their mistake realised, muse b is quick to leave, and leaves muse a curious. Time jumping. A rare phenomenon, often passed down in bloodlines. It is only dominant in a sire's genes, but the power is never truly there. Not really. It is a once in...in a million years thing, really. To have two active time jumpers is impossible. It's exciting.
2010, New York City. For muse b, it is their first time. For muse a, it is their tenth, or possibly eleventh. The two have talked, but not this time, because they are meeting different eras of each-other - again. It happens from time to time. It's hard to keep track of another time jumper, and muse a hasn't made a mistake for a long time. This mistake, however, will make or break the past, future, and present. Muse b, in this era, is completely unaware of their time jumping. This means that it was not 'a mysterious stranger' who introduced them to the power, but muse a. It reminds muse a briefly of their first encounter with muse b, and they realise, with some amazement, that fate must play a part in how they met. Their mistakes are so similar. Realising their mistake, muse a is quick to leave, and leaves muse b curious.
Time jumping does not often bring people together, but it appears to be just that - or perhaps reincarnation plays a factor. The two keep missing each-other, meeting each-other out of order. It is with some amazement that they both realise they haven't met the 'present' versions of each-other. Every time they meet, one of them is confused. A conversation cannot be carried when they're drifting through time, but their destinations are unknown even to them. They simply jump and hope. They're used to a lack of control, but it's suddenly frustrating.
➻ The most dangerous liars are the ones who think they're telling the truth. 2016, Chicago. The bar is a quiet, calm place, and muse a has learned that it's very different from their original home. Victorian London, compared to the modern-day (future, to them) Chicago is...well, it's a drastic change. They're learning to fit in, learning to blend in, and they're quite content with their life. They haven't jumped for a year and a half, now, too fearful of messing up their own timeline. They've been many places, seen many people, and yet they are barely aged. They're tired of jumping, tired of meeting a friend out of order and failing to keep their conversations. It might be fate that muse b wanders in from a long night at work, tired and ready to relax. When the two see each-other, they're confused - scared, even. What if this is another time-miss, what if they're meeting each-other out of order again? But they're not. This is it, they've finally aligned their times, and it's...fascinating, for both of them. For the first time ever, they're meeting the "present" versions of each-other, meaning that their own sense of time has stabilised. Their constant passings and their vague conversations have all led up to the moment they meet each-other, and it is a scary thing. Whether they choose to time jump and learn more about the world together or not is up to them - depending on how they feel. Is it worth the risk of losing their stability again?
↺ I want to start over. ↻
Hey, hey !! This is a time-jumping onexone plot, as you may have guessed, and I've tried to make it as easy to understand as possible. The basics:- Both of them are 'time jumpers', which should, by temporal laws and such, be impossible. It clearly isn't, if there's two of them.
- They've only ever met out of order, and they're both directly responsible for the other learning that they're a time jumper.
- There are also reincarnations of each-other, but never past their own presents (a is originally from 1874, b is from 2010).
- They both find a home in 2016, which ends up stabilising their inner temporal conflict.
- They're possibly immortal; more to be discussed on this depending on ideas.
- There are multiple ways this roleplay can go. I have two ideas, but I'd love to hear any of yours!
- Idea A is that there's a third impossible time jumper who wants all time jumpers to be under their control - thus meaning that both muses are in danger. Whether they fight this or not is their main conflict. Naturally, the third time jumper would be the antagonist.
- Idea B is that the reincarnation side of things is the only thing keeping time stable, and so a temporal collapse begins due to the inability to reincarnate people who've been through all of time/can go through time.
- Another idea is that they talk about the reincarnations of each-other that they met, talk about the friendships/rivalries/romances or whatever they've had with the other. They need to be aware that their time jumping selves are not a replacement nor a stable idea that the other can have.
[/ul] There's more, I think, but I can't think of it right now! If you have questions, feel free to ask. All I'm asking from a partner is that you're active. This doesn't mean giving me a roleplay post every single day, but I'd love to chat. The nervousness sets in when I say this, however, because I want to try having novel-length responses. Yeah, that means they'd be pretty lengthy - somewhere between 1k and 5k words a response, depending on what's happening. I need you to know that this plot might have two main muses, but there will definitely be side-characters. That is why I say you don't have to give me a response daily - I adore chatting. This can either be done on a thread or through PMs! I'm open to either. Please note that this plot is not, by nature, romantic - any romance will be done through chemistry of characters and so on. I'm very open to a variety of relationships; rivalry, enemies, frenemies, friends, etc.
Please do not be fearful of me because in the end I am a gentle soul who just...really wants to do a novel-length roleplay ahh. [/div][/font][/div]
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 21:23:21 GMT -5
Hey! I'm actually very interested in these ideas. I do have one question for you though...are the different times all different plots we can start with? Or was that just a back story?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:25:29 GMT -5
oop. backstory ! whether we go through the backstory or not is debatable (could be fun to get an idea of their bgs) but i wanted to leave it fairly free, for the most part ^^
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 21:27:52 GMT -5
Well, I'm interested in anything!! I like the idea of lengthy responses as well, but I like more than just one response a day. Would 500 work for you or are you set on 1k to 5k?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:33:28 GMT -5
i would prefer around 1k? i think 5k wouldve been more on the extreme end omg i struggle with 1k 500 would be alright, though
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 21:39:06 GMT -5
ok!! do you wanna start? do you want to describe the characters in the text?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:44:35 GMT -5
hmm. is there anything else you wanna clarify - any direction youd like the plot to go, etc? also ! which muse would you like; one is a modern-ish american, the other is from victorian london uvu
describing them through text is fine by me !
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 21:52:43 GMT -5
hmmm...well maybe we could just see where the plot takes us? whether its romance, hate, etc. i think i'd do better with the modernish-American lol.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:55:10 GMT -5
omg i meant with like, possible ideas for the "proper plot", as it were - so we don't get bored o: unless you wanna figure it out at a later date!
okay omg that's muse b im glad bc i would do better w the english omg
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 21:58:50 GMT -5
oh!!! lol i'm sorry xD hmmm...lemme read through it again to see if i can come up with anything
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:01:59 GMT -5
omg it's okay as for a starter, i can work on one once ive finished the roleplay post im typing, a form for a guilty pleasure rp & a reply to my friends uvu
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 22:08:18 GMT -5
ok!!!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:34:46 GMT -5
OKAY i think. i am caught up on everything now give me some time & i'll write a starter !!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:05:29 GMT -5
1874 London, England
The more he thought about it, the less Jasper Darlington believed in such a thing as ‘fate’. If he was being completely honest (and he was usually anything but), it sounded fake. Something that playwrights and writers would put into their writing to entice young women into buying tickets or books. It was entirely something that did not belong to the grey-eyed man with a sharp-featured, attractive face, and a not-quite as attractive personality. Even as he smiled at passing ladies and men alike, his mind was constantly working, constantly solving problems. What would happen if he did this? What would happen if he tried that? He brushed a thumb over his lower lip and continued his brisk walk, shoes tapping lightly on cobblestone and jacket buttoned up against the wind. He reached up a slender hand to keep his hat firmly nestled over his messy black hair, feeling the raindrops begin to drip onto his skin. Today was a typical Wintery day, he noted bitterly.
“Morning, Mister Darlington,” greeted a soft-faced woman. He tipped his hat to her politely and went on his way, but she was quick to catch up. “Mrs Wright wishes to see you at the Inn, sir.”
“Ah,” Jasper paused at that, steps slowing as he turned around to look at her. Sophia was a larger woman, so gentle in her ways that it was hard to believe that she was a servant and not a noble woman. “Is that so? What sort of mood is she in, Miss Marie?”
Sophia considered it thoughtfully, before shaking her head and giving him a solemn smile.
“Thunderous, sir,” she said, “I think it best if you go, swiftly.”
“I think you are correct,” he replied drily, glad that it was only a ten minute walk. He tipped his hat to her again and set on his way back to the Inn.
The Buckingham Inn was not a posh place, despite its name. It was a cheap imitation, popular among poor and middle class crowds, with a disagreeable woman as its owner. Where Jasper was simply standoffish, Mrs Eloise Wright was downright rude. They clashed and fought, but she was obligated to keep him for she owed his father dearly, and so he was given a roof over his head on the single condition that he kept the Inn’s affairs in order. He did the paperwork, she simply owned it in name. He was more like the owner, and he had to play host, too. It was exhausting.
“Mrs Wright,” he greeted as he entered her room, bowing and taking his hat off as he entered. He set it on the hat rack, and didn’t spare it another glance. “How can I help you?”
“You are slacking,” she snapped, her thin, barely-there lips curled and her eyes critical. “This is what I get for hiring a man with a Chinese woman as his mother,” he did not even blink at the angry tone. He simply angled his head to the side, waiting for her to continue. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were on opium, for how relaxed you are. Ah, anyway,” she waved a fat hand angrily, eyes narrowed dangerously. “Our guests complain about the empty room on the top floor. Do something about it. Now.”
“Yes, Mrs Wright,” he could only be civil with her, because she could throw him onto the streets. At twenty-four, he knew he should’ve been self-sufficient, but he’d grown up partially in a small town in China and had been forcibly moved by his father. Forced to learn English and fit in with the London population. He hadn’t done too badly, but there were those who looked at him and saw someone unlike them and decided that they’d rather trust the scruffy homeless man instead. It was tiring.
Either way, Jasper hurried upstairs and smiled politely to the guests that he passed, eyes focused ahead. He entered the room in question and looked around. The window was wide open (he was quick to close it), but otherwise…there was nothing wrong, really. As he surveyed the empty room, he reminded himself of who he was.
I am Jasper Darlington. For all intents and purposes, I was born in London. For all anyone knows, I’m illegitimate. My father, William Darlington, passed away on a journey to America two years ago. I am under Mrs Wright’s care because she is a lovely woman, his lip curled faintly at the thought and he brushed a hand through his hair. He had a penchant for sleeping with women he found fascinating, hence how I was born.
Lies, lies, and more lies! It was a good thing that lying was hereditary, that Jasper was good at it. That he’d spent so many hours perfecting the correct accent and the correct language that he could pass as a common London man. It was tiring to have to be like this, but be it as it was, he had to accept that his life was…acceptable.
“Nothing here,” he said to himself, loud words in a quiet room. He stepped to the window again and looked outside at the grey sky and the grey streets, and watched a horse drawn carriage step on past the Inn, the clatter of its wheels on cobblestone loud even through the window. He crossed his arms behind his back and sighed. Pretending was tiring, but pretending was all he knew. He could accept it. This was his life, now, and as boring as it was, he was breathing.
( oop i tried to keep it brief !! )
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 23:12:24 GMT -5
ok, quick question just to make sure i understand and don't write a long thing that doesnt make anysense XD
are we starting in london? so both characters are in london?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:14:27 GMT -5
yep !! muse a (jasper) is london-born and from the victorian era so this is where he's from yours has time-jumped there, if that makes sense ? so while they know who jasper is, jasper doesnt know them <: they're meeting out of order
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 23:15:14 GMT -5
ok i understand it now...give me a few i'll type something up
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:16:44 GMT -5
im glad ur askin questions & im sorry if i didnt make it clear before !! i'll do my best to explain if things dont make sense ;; thenk u for ur patience <3
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 26, 2016 23:51:00 GMT -5
1874 London, England
Olivia shuffled throughout Buckingham Inn, her fiery blue eyes darting back and forth across the hallways. She knew she had seen him, acknowledging his fake, “polite” smile to the guests of the hotel. How is it that she recognizes him so well, but he has yet to realize who she is?
She got tired of waiting, ignoring the stares she was receiving from some of the guests. As she continued down the hallway, she gathered her thoughts. She figured that maybe it wasn’t him after all, mentally noting the idea. Olivia pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and watched her pointed heels as she walked.
“Ms. Morse, how lovely to see you, darling. Off for a walk? It’s magnificent this morning!” Her friendly neighbor called out, causing Olivia to look in her direction.
Letting out a soft giggle, she came to a stop so that she could chat with Mrs. Sugg. Her neighbor was the only lady she knew who loved the brisk cold. Olivia found it endearing.
“Bright as ever this morning, I see Mrs. Sugg. Is your husband working today?” As she kept up with the small chit-chat, her eyes began to wander elsewhere.
Olivia noticed the door to a room wide open, squinting her eyes in an attempt to make out who was inside. As she recognized the familiar figure standing by the window, her heart began beating faster.
“I knew it was him,” She muttered to herself, only causing confusion to the poor Mrs. Sugg, who thought Olivia was still talking about her husband.
“Ms. Morse? Are you alright? You look as if you’ve just seen a ghost!” Her neighbor prodded, grabbing ahold of Olivia’s arm in an attempt to comfort her.
Olivia glanced back at Mrs. Sugg, “Yes, I am fine. I will come over later today to help with dinner!” She exclaimed, giving her a generous smile before sauntering away towards the open room.
As she got closer, she walked slower, and a little bit quieter. She didn’t want to scare the man, especially because it hadn’t seemed like he acknowledged her as much as she did him.
Olivia gave a quick knock on the door before taking a step inside the room. She watched the backside of him intently, standing confidently while her hands fiddled together in nervousness.
This could either go exactly the way I want it to, or in a completely different direction, Olivia thought. She bit the inside of her cheek, overthinking several scenarios of what was to happen next.
( i know this one is short! as i get more comfortable with the plot i'll make them alot longer c: )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:11:28 GMT -5
His mind was a constant web of intermingling thoughts, of half-truths and murky lies and the quiet, warming smile of his mother. Her gentle words, his birthname on her tongue and her gentle hand on his head. Jasper did not mind reliving these memories. They were the pleasant ones, ones that were not tainted by his father nor Mrs Wright, because England was nothing but terrible to him, and China had been nothing but good.
A knock at the door caused his mind to snap back to attention, and he exhaled softly. For a moment, he considered being rude and ignoring the sound, but figuring that it was likely a guest, he chose to turn his head to the side. The woman at the door was not familiar to him aside from in glances here and there, but she had not picked up his attention. His mind searched for her name, but he could not quite place a name to her face. He flicked through his memories, remembering paperwork he had done and papers of guests – ah, Miss Morse? It had to be.
“Good afternoon, Miss Morse,” he said, and could only hope that he was correct. “I apologise if I have disturbed you. Can I help you with something?”
Feign politeness, give a small smile, he had to be nothing but good to these people. Most of them ate it up. Some of them (mainly men) would glance at him with something akin to suspicion, whispers murmuring between them of foreigner or possibly something else, but he dared not speculate. Whispers of something illegal, or yet to be legal, or something of the kind, he was not quite sure. His mind, however, could not be on depressing matters.
Jasper turned his body entirely to face the woman, lean build making him look only that much smaller. He had never been particularly large, partially due to a poorer upbringing (he was happy, yes, but they had been in poverty), partially due to genetics. Perhaps somewhere in the lower region of five feet, maybe inching up to five foot one, he didn’t tower over people and he supposed he had his charm with the female guests here because of it. Mrs Wright was big, bulky, overwhelmingly tall. He was small and lithe and delicate as a cat, all smiles and politeness and a joke that not quite everybody got.
(its fine !! we can keep it at a shorter length for now uvu )
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 27, 2016 0:26:49 GMT -5
Olivia was almost disappointed by his response. Of course he didn't recognize her. She was just another guest in this hotel.
She searched her mind of what to say next, biting her lip in attempt to quickly come up with something. She took a few steps towards him before stopping once again,
"I was just...um...wondering if there was anything wrong with this room. No disturbances, just curiosity." Olivia gave a small smile, looking up at Mister Darlington. Unlike other guests/women, Olivia was much smaller than the man. Because of this, most even mistook her as a child. To avoid this, you could always find her in high heels.
High heels and a nice dress; Olivia's signature look. She was always worried about the way she dressed. Her hometown was so much different compared to the wardrobe here in England. Her anxiety had yet to wear off as she stared at Mister Darlington, her hands continuing to fumble together as she awaited his response.
Olivia's disappointment continued to arise, but she tried her best to hide it, her bright eyes emotionless. As she stared at him, she could only think of home, and how much she would like to go back. Sure...England was nice, but it was nothing like Chicago. The amount of sweet, simple conversations they had in the past bottled her mind. She was expecting acknowledgement, but somehow understood why it didn't occur.
"Maybe, I'm being a disturbance?" She tilted her head to the side, hoping she hadn't interrupted anything.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:38:02 GMT -5
This woman, he decided, was a strange one – but he decided it was best to keep his thoughts to himself. Jasper took a moment to consider Miss Morse with narrowed eyes and a straight expression, settling on something neutral. An always smiling man was nothing but trouble, and he only smiled when he needed to.
“We have been getting complaints from guests about this room, but I cannot quite put my finger on what it is, for it remains empty,” he told her, to the point and blunt. His tone was light, that of an owner reassuring a guest, but he did not seem to care too much about the problem with this room. Instead, he looked at the bed, covered with a sheet.
Her…a disturbance? Stormy eyes flicked back to Miss Morse, a single, slender eyebrow raised, and he considered her. Was she being serious? Jasper did not think that she was joking, though he had never been too great with expressions, and so he could not deduce from her facial features alone. Instead, he sighed through his nose and half-closed his eyes. When it truly came down to it, he was near the spitting image of his mother. It was probably what caused him so many troubles in London, though he knew he was lucky that it was more diverse than most.
“I apologise, Miss Morse,” he said, “but I do not understand what you mean. How would you be a disturbance?”
It was easier to ask and possibly humiliate himself temporarily than it was to pretend he knew what she meant. He’d learned that the hard way with Mrs Wright, who found ways to humiliate him after she’d learned that he was not great with facial expressions. He’d nailed down the basics, but jokes and sarcasm – they flew over his head, even if he managed to do the same to others. It took wit to make the jokes, but nothing at all to understand them. Why was it, then, that he found it harder to receive a joke than make one? Ah! His thoughts were derailing. Jasper unclasped his hands from behind his back and instead focused on adjusting his tie, for something to do.
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 27, 2016 1:03:06 GMT -5
"Oh!" Olivia allowed an awkward expression to cross her features, "I just wanted to make sure I hadn't interrupted anything. I wasn't sure what you were up to on this fine afternoon." She tried her hardest to remain unsuspicious, but now she had confused not only Mister Darlington but herself.
She began overthinking everything and almost wished she hadn't approached him at all. Olivia looked at Jasper with wide eyes and shook her head, "Sorry, I'm just not used to all the activities here yet."
It was clearly a lie. Olivia had been here for a few months now, living in the room next to Mr. and Mrs. Sugg. Those ever looking for her could either find her walking around the land near the hotel, or with her neighbors doing chores/cooking dinner. She was used to the bizarre things that would occur here at Buckingham Inn, but maybe Mister Darlington hadn't taken notice to that.
At least that is what Olivia hoped. She didn't want him watching over her now because she seemed suspicious, but now she regretted approaching the man just because of that. After taking a few months to even realize that it was actually Mister Darlington, she had mustered up the courage to actually speak to the man, and now after all this time she quickly realized how bad of an idea it was in the first place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:13:39 GMT -5
( formatting goes out of the window @ 6am im lazy as hell )
For a moment, Jasper simply squinted at the woman and considered what he was hearing. Miss Morse...he was sure she'd been here for some time, though he also supposed that he wasn't one to judge. It had taken him a while to adjust - but then again, wasn't Miss Morse from...ah? He couldn't quite remember. Oh well, it didn't bother him. He squinted momentarily as he finished straightening his tie.
"Understandable," he said, moving away from the window. "Well, Miss Morse. I haven't found a single problem with this room, and so I will have to file my reports. Do you need anything before I return to my work?"
His tone was, as ever, detached and yet polite, a businessman's tone. He raised a single eyebrow and studied her with mild curiosity. It was not often that someone merely approached him, either too intimidated or too shy, one of the two. He was not a man with a kindly aura.
( bah short post )
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 27, 2016 1:25:25 GMT -5
( oh my gosh!! it's only 11pm for me, what are you doing up??? o: )
Olivia acknowledged the fact that he was clearly studying her. Unsure of what he was thinking, she just shook her head.
"I don't need anything. Would you like me to take a quick look around the room for you?" She inquired, almost as if she wasn't ready for him to go just yet.
After shaking her head, some dark brown strands of her hair had fallen into her face. Taking a moment to push them back once again, she looked back up at him, "Sometimes women have a sharper eye," With a nonchalant shrug, she voluntarily started looking around the room. She was clearly aware that he had yet to respond to her question, but didn't care either way. It was almost like she was waiting for him to recognize her, even though she knew it wasn't going to happen here.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:35:19 GMT -5
( living the life dying ? i dunno man. i wont sleep for a while tho bc i was sleeping a lot yesterday . mostly sleeping off drunkness but wcyd )
"No," Jasper said, because he didn't care much for leaving people unattended in rooms that they were not paying for, and he did not want to spend time away from his paperwork.
Was Miss Morse waiting for something? She seemed like she had lost something, but he couldn't quite figure out what. He had never been good at guessing, and so he gave up. It was simple for someone like him to give up, because he knew when he had been beaten. He exhaled slowly through his nose and pulled a ring of keys out of his pockets.
"I believe dinner is in a few hours. Perhaps you'd like to retire to your room until then?" his eyebrow was raised again, and he did not smile, this time. It was a quiet warning, more than anything else.
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Post by haylizzle on Dec 27, 2016 1:47:16 GMT -5
( lol i can relate )
Olivia was slightly taken aback by Jasper's sudden warning. She stopped looking around and turned back towards him, "Yeah, I guess I'll do that..." She replied, walking back towards the open door. She glanced back at him, "Hope filing your paperwork goes well." Olivia mumbled, her expression unclear. She wasn't the best at reading people, but she couldn't help but feel unwanted in Mister Darlington's presence.
After today, she'd definitely be keeping her distance from the guy. He sparked so much interest within her, but she'd have to push it away. At least for now.
She was more of a people person than he seemed to be, but wasn't surprised by it. Most guests mentioned that about the man. He always seemed detached...maybe that's a reason as to why she's so intrigued by him.
Without letting him fully respond, Olivia looked away from Jasper and walked completely out of the room and back down the hall from where she had came from.
"Well, isn't he just the nicest fellow." She rolled her eyes as she muttered under her breath, walking towards her room.
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