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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 0:07:02 GMT -5
Just a couple of plots I have been wanting to try out. All I ask is that you give at least a paragraph (I'll do my best to match your length if it is a couple paragraphs longer) and no same gender characters, sorry! I don't mean to offend anyone, but I'm just not comfortable with that. You don't need to type up a description unless you prefer that over describing in roleplay. That's it I guess, now let the fun begin!
In a World Where Soulmates Exist: It's common knowledge that every person, no matter who or what they've done, has a soulmate. Yet there is no indication of who that soulmate may be, until both have reached the grand age of eighteen. The second the other person turns eighteen as well, a connection is made, through a single strand of red string that will suddenly manifest around both their wrist. Guess where it leads too. The string itself is unbreakable, and is as real to the pair as they are to themselves, but no one else but they can see it. The string isn't the only connection created the second that clock strikes, from then on their physical and emotional state is no longer their own. Gradually, the other person will begin to experience their soulmates emotions and physical injuries. It's a slow process at first, just a wisp of emotion here and there, and a slight ache in the place where there soulmate might have bruised or cut, but as time goes on, the connection grows stronger and stronger until it’s like it's really happening to them. The main purpose of the string is to guide the two people together, if followed one will always find the other.
Now, enter muse A and muse B. Muse A is, to put it plainly, a well-known womanizer. He's wealthy, mouth-wateringly attractive and gets whatever he wants, a real charmer. On a deeper level, due to a tragic happening in his past, he's closed off the whole love, warmth, caring, anything that will leave him vulnerable part of his heart. So needless to say, he thinks little to none of this whole soulmate thing, and has already decided to ignore it entirely. Muse B is this meek, quiet little dormouse who secretly yearns to find the man that can love her despite all those bullies who said it was impossible. How could anyone, even a soulmate, find love for such a queer, little freak such as her, they'd said. But she's always kept her hopes up, more often than not the thought of her soulmate has been her saving grace in situations where she's been torn down. And finally the time has come. It's her 18th birthday, and even without someone to celebrate it with, she's more ecstatic then she's ever been. Immediately she begins to hunt down her soulmate, and as luck would have it, he isn't far, a few blocks away in fact, drunk in a local bar with a beauty glued to his side. Now how will this meeting play out? Or where will they go from there? Muse B isn't about to give some bar and wants nothing to do with her. Can she convince him to give her chance? Will she be able to unlock the sacred pieces of his heart that will allow him care for her? Can he even be able to resist their connection? Muse A: Isaac Parker Muse B: Fawn Aldaine
A Marriage of Convenience: Muse A is drowning in debts left by her deceased father, Muse B is the President of a multi million dollar company and is on the verge of becoming chairmen as well. But as fate would have it, his father won't retire from that position until he sees his son's bride walk down the aisle. Thing is, he has no time or desire for a girlfriend or fiance. Muse A hits rock bottom and drinks her troubles away at a club, where she meets Muse B who's doing the same. They end of spilling their troubles to one another, and the next thing they know they're waking up beside each other with matching wedding rings. Neither of them can recall exactly what happened, but the facts are there, as is the signed marriage certificate. Now what? Will they choose to keep this marriage for their own benefits? And for how long? Will they be able to even survive the ups and downs of marriage without love? And who's to say love won't become involved? Muse A: Sofia Martinez Muse B: Heath Orion
I'm Hideous: Due to a tragic fire accident that happened in her childhood, Muse A is scarred for life. And it's not pretty. The whole left half of her face is nothing but puckered pink scar tissue and permanent burn marks, she's completely blind on that side, but at the very least, she still has an eye to be blind in. Because of her condition, it’s necessary for her to use a white cane to get around in public, not that that’s much of a regular occurrence. She’s lived a life of painful words and disgusted looks, and thus would rather stay wholed up in her small apartment till the end of her days, if it was her choice. She’s an independent young adult though, so she works at a local bakery in the back as an assistant to the head baker, (before she dropped out of college she was studying culinary) and does her absolute best to stay out of sight. Cue the entrance of Muse B, a recently hired employee of that same bakery who’s working for some extra money while he majors in psychology. In short, Muse A piques his interest as a perfect candidate for his study on self-hatred, from symptoms to reactions of words or actions. He approaches her with the intent to gain more knowledge on the concept of self-hatred, and persistently spends time with her despite her obvious protest and discomfort. What happens when she ends up falling for him? Can he even return her feelings, to love someone who can’t love herself? Is that possible? What happens when she finds out the real reason he even bothered to speak with her in the first place? Muse A: Cecilia Bancroft Muse B: Open
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 0:21:40 GMT -5
[ I've never done anything like it before, but "A Marriage of Convenience" sounds like fun. :3 ]
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 0:34:00 GMT -5
(Awesome! And don't worry, it's pretty easy ^^ do you prefer to post a description of your character or describe through role play?)
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 0:48:40 GMT -5
[ Describing in roleplay is fine. (: would you mind starting? & my character's name is Sofia Martinez ]
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 1:25:54 GMT -5
The sun rose as the sign of a new day, brilliant and comforting in it's yellow blaze as it slowly awoke the world with it's endless reaching beams spilling forth over the dark ridden land. Beautiful, as it was, it also happens to be any unfortunate hungover soul's worst nightmare, and this also applied to Heath Orion. The young man groaned irritably in response to the sun flirting through his glass doors.They led to the deck outside, overseeing the city below him, as his bedroom was on the third floor of his three-story house. Money could buy a lot, but apparently not a ticket out of waking up this morning. He stubbornly pulled the thick covers over his head, relishing the slight relief the cool blankets provided against his massive headache. Even now, semi-conscious as he was, his head felt inflated and every thought brought on another on slaughter of white-hot pain. Which was why he burrowed even deeper into his pillow, determined to return to his blissful sleep. The day could wait. When he shifted around a bit, his arm brushed against the soft skin of another, and that immediately brought a bit more alertness to his pain-addled brain. Enough to slid one firm, tan arm around the mystery women's waist and gently tugged her to him, burying his face into the smooth curve of her shoulder and inhaling her sweet scent. Heath might not be one for relationships, but that certainly didn't mean he wasn't a man who didn't like to be satisfied every once in awhile. With the hangover clouding his judgement and any coherent thoughts, he naturally assumed she must be another victim of his meaningless late night prowls. In that case, she might be of use for a bit more enjoyable morning then he was experiencing at the moment. Heath slowly placed feather-light kisses along the women's neck and began stroking her arm with rhythmic movements of his fingers, this distraction his safe haven.
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 1:30:42 GMT -5
[ Is said mystery woman Miss Sofi? ]
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 1:34:14 GMT -5
(Yes she is )
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 1:36:35 GMT -5
[ Also found a little blurb on her appearance so I'm just gonna post it
Sofia Martinez / 21 (? Could be younger or older) / Female / Sofia is a little short at 5'3 and has an average body type with hips on the wider side. Her skin is olive toned and she has a light dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Her hair is dark brown and falls to her mid-back in thick waves. Her face is kind of "doll-like", with a certain youthfulness to it. It's between round and heart shaped, along with her freckles, full pink lips, and large dark brown eyes that framed by thick, even darker lashes. She and her family are originally from Argentina.
&& replying ]
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 2:30:33 GMT -5
[ Sorry it took a while, on mobile. Also sorry if I'm rusty, it's been a whiiile since I've roleplayed ]
The sunlight burned behind Sofia's closed eyelids and stirred a pounding headache. It roused her out of a deep alcohol-fueled sleep, but only once cool fingers brushed across her bare skin did her eyes actually pop open and take in her unfamiliar settings. Firstly, the bed she laid in was certainly different from her own full-sized. It was huge and plush, and if it hadn't been for the alarms going off in her head she could have drifted right back to sleep. Her groggy brown eyes stared blankly out the huge balcony doors that were responsible for the offending sunlight pouring in the room. Even from the bed she could see the breathtaking view the balcony held. It held her attention for a few moments, until the fingers at her waist became strong arms pulling her against their body. She let out a tiny gasp. Swallowing hard and trying to control her breathing, she struggled to piece her scrambled brain together. The previous night came back in flashes. Typically Sofia was someone that knew and respected her alcohol limit, but the stress of her debts eating away at her combined with a handsome man buying her top shelf martini after top shelf martini certainly swayed her decisions. More bits and pieces. Her and the same man on the dance floor. Her and the same man kissing behind the club, in the car, god knows where else, in this very room...
She struggled to hold back a groan, feeling her cheeks flush. So what, she had a one night stand. It wasn't the end of the world, and besides it's not like she picked a bad candidate. She hadn't dated or anything for a while, so it was nice to wake up cuddled up.... even though it was to a complete stranger. Her racing thoughts were interrupted as the man started to gently kiss the back of the neck. His lips were warm and it was easy to lose herself to them in her groggy state. Her eyes hooded and she let out a gentle sigh.
My God, what am I doing right now? Suddenly and without warning Sofia shot up to a sitting position, staring at Heath, certain she looked as flustered as she felt. "Good morning," she said quickly in a voice that was way too high.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 3:34:20 GMT -5
(That's okay! And I'm a bit rusty myself, so no worries there )
A small smirk curved Heath's lips in response of the women breathy sigh, even hungover and only half-aware of his of what he was doing, he still had it. Or so he thought. This mysterious lady took in time no proving otherwise, suddenly bolting up and out of his grasp just as he reached to turn her towards him. "What the-" Left his mouth on instinct, his voice deep, low and husky with sleep. He remained laying back against the pillow, blinking in surprise when she unintentionally cut him off with a quick and high-pitched "Good morning", no doubt from nerves. Just who had he gotten himself tangled up with here? Be it one reaction, it was still alarming to Heath and immediately had his mind grasping for any recollection of last night. This was not his typical catch of the evening, most girls he ended up with didn't have such an innocent aura about them, didn't act so flustered as if this wasn't a common occurrence and whatever 'good morning' they provided was seductively said, as was what followed. This small deduction transpired in a mere few seconds, in which he was simply gazing at her with a small frown. Not the most polite way to go about observing her, especially in her state, but then again, politeness wasn't always his best attribute. Releasing a small sigh Heath glanced away from her as he too, slid up into a sitting position, though at a much slower pace. The blankets slipped off his upper half, revealing toned golden-brown chest. "Morning." He murmured, the events of last night finally returning to him in snippets, and what he could remember he was not ecstatic about. Apparently this woman, this stranger, knew more about his 'problem' then most, and that itself was unsettling. Just what was so special about her that he'd go and spill such heartfelt nonsense to her? His eyes returned to Sophie, dark gray and piercing as he narrowed them. "Are you hungry?" He inquired suddenly, brushing back the few tousled locks of raven hair that threatened to fall into his eyes.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 15:20:58 GMT -5
Bump
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 20:14:03 GMT -5
Sofia clutched the blankets to her chest, her dark eyes traveling the lavish room, taking it all in and avoiding focusing on the handsome stranger beside her. The room itself was probably larger than her living room, and filled with expensive things in that minimalistic way rich people had. Naturally her eyes flitted to the man just in time to catch him looking back at her. He seemed like he was considering something, and again Sofia felt her heart rate increase. What is he thinking? Probably that I'm a freak. She also suddenly felt self-conscious with her bed head and last night's makeup, which wouldn't be a big deal except for the fact that he was a ten-out-of-ten with a cherry on top.
"I could be," Sofia said in response to his question about being hungry. She then shoved her hair behind her ears and shook her head. "Actually, make that a yes." The remainders of the alcohol churning in her stomach disagreed with this, but anything had to be better than sitting here staring at this guy and his room like they were the lost city of Atlantis.
She hopped out of the bed and was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was only wearing an oversized silky t-shirt that certainly wasn't hers. Her short stature brought the shirt to nearly her mid-thigh, but regardless she felt a familiar blush rise to her cheeks. Well uh, obviously he's seen me in less so it's gonna have to do. Can I just get it together? She put on a smile, pretending to have some semblance of a normal human being. "After you."
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Post by Sherk on Jun 22, 2017 20:29:30 GMT -5
OOC: Scuse me I sorta really super duper like the soulmate one, so could I claim that please?
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 20:49:58 GMT -5
(Of course! Do you want to describe through role play or post a description? And I'm working on a reply right now Rue )
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Post by Sherk on Jun 22, 2017 20:55:49 GMT -5
OOC: Hm...
Why don't we describe in-RP. And do you mind starting? I always take forever to type up a starter.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 21:18:23 GMT -5
(I can, but it'll be awhile for me too. I'm doing so much at once lol which is why your reply is so short Rue, my apologies.)
Heath merely nodded and followed suit, sliding out of bed after her with much less vigor. His lean frame easily towered of that of Sophie's, reaching 6'2" when he straightened out to his full height. He too, sported one piece of clothing, his grey boxers. They of course left little to imagine of his fit figure, which clearly demonstrated how dedicated he was to physical activity. "I'm sure the maids have breakfast set out by now." He informed her, barely sparing her an extra glance when his gaze flickered to the clock. It blinked 11:30am, great. He'd have to check with the company after he ate.
Typically his one-night stands didn't get this far, but he had to admit he was a tad bit curious about this one, that and he hadn't know what else to say at the time. Conversation didn't not normally take place. This should be interesting. "Follow me." He said, unsure of how to go about this. He wasn't use to navigating such unknown territory without at least being a bit more prepared. Heath padded across his carpet without another word, disappearing through the door and out the hallway.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 22, 2017 22:53:51 GMT -5
Shrek: This is it! Today's finally the day! Fawn Aldaine practically bounced down the sidewalk with more skip in her small steps then had ever been, and nothing could beat the kind of smile that lit up her otherwise plain features. It held such a deep, happy glow, that even her pale pink lips were transformed into a state that could be considered radiant. Grasped tightly in her little porcelain fist was her new life line, a single thin strand of shimmer red string that with simply begin held onto, immediately brought her comfort. She idly wondered for a second if that was a result of the bond, or her own personal feelings, but this thought was quickly dashed away by the excitement that threatened to overwhelm her. She'd been longing, yearning, and waiting for this opportunity the last 18 years of her life, hence the cute dark emerald green dress she was wearing that flattered her petite, and moderately curvy figure. It was the only item of clothing she'd received a real comment on, apparently it really brought out the green in her hazel eyes. She was also wearing a dab of makeup, a real rare occurrence. It was just a few strokes of mascara to enhance the fullness and length of her lashes, one of her features she wasn't ashamed of, and some clear lip gloss. Nothing could be done for her pallid complexion, it remained washed-out pale no matte the amount of concealer. Fawn continued to allow the string to guide her, she would have taken her little old car but she'd felt as though she wouldn't be needing it. Turns out her hunch was correct, as she came to a jolting halt in-front of a well known bar just a few blocks from her house, and resisted the urge to do a little dance at her correct guess. It must be from the connection she had to her soulmate! That little reminder suddenly sent her heart galloping off at unfamiliar speeds, as she was once again hit abruptly with the fact she was to finally meet the one man who she could love without guilt, and possibly be loved in return. A trembling hand was slowly extended at sloths speed, and nimble fingers curled around the knob so tight they whitened even more. Fawn exhaled a long shuddering breath, closed her eyes for a few split seconds to regain at least some of her composure and gave the tug. As she hesitantly stepped inside, immediately greeting with the strong scent of booze and cigarette smoke, not once did it occur to her that she should be wondering what her soulmate was doing in such a place as this, and why he wasn't out to search for her as well.
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 22, 2017 23:07:39 GMT -5
[ No worries about short replies, they don't bother me honestly :} admittedly this reply is kinda lame tho sry I'm sleepy x.x long work day ]
"The maids," Sofia repeated, not bothering to hide the smirk that formed on her full lips, "Right." She was grateful that he sported as little clothing as her as he rose from the bed despite what said maids would think (though they weren't wrong). Her eyes skirted over his much taller figure, unable to help herself, but luckily for her he seemed preoccupied with other thoughts and was already headed through the door. She hurried after him, her small feet sinking into the thick carpet, and slipped through the door behind him. "So, not to make things weird....er, but what was your name again?"
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 23, 2017 0:38:46 GMT -5
(It's all good, I understand completely In fact I think this will be my last reply for the same reason, but I'll be on tomorrow for sure.) "Heath." He responded without thinking, then turned his head in her direction. "And you?" He couldn't recall either, something rhyming with soap? Sopa? Sopya? Darn this hangover, he needed some good quality aspirin and a stiff drink to wash it down with, if what he could remember from last night was true. He didn't need this right now, no attachment, and not whatever connection they had. His main focus should be earning the chairmen position in his company, or his fathers, for now. And to do that he either need to talk his father out of it, or get a wife, not some one-night stand who's struggling with debt. Heath sighed internally, just what was he going to do? Well as for the girl, he could simply give her the money she needed and send her on her way? That might be to cruel though, even for him, the well known womanizer. Or so said the tabloids.
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Post by Sherk on Jun 23, 2017 2:27:11 GMT -5
Isaac Parker was not a man anyone would've wanted as a soul mate. Well, maybe they would've wanted him, at first glance, but after they got to know him, they would've realized that, while he had money and good looks and charisma, he had very few redeeming qualities.
Ike just didn't care about anything. Riches were just material, appearances faded, and even the greatest charm was lost on some. Ultimately, everything was meaningless.
And thus Ike had long since lost himself in a world of alcohol, drugs, and fast women. And he was only 22. And his thoughts on the whole soulmate business? He made them abundantly clear: soulmates were a fool's game. If he had a choice, he would pick no soulmate in a heartbeat.
Isaac had been heading to the bar when the red string appeared on his wrist, and when it did, his heart nearly stopped.
He'd been dreading seeing that string for four long years. He had plans for what to do when it appeared. He would go away to his cottage on the shores of Lake Michigan and hang out there for a couple weeks, or a couple months, long enough for them to lose hope, then he would go about his daily business and try to ignore whatever feelings he was getting from them.
He was still planning on following through on that plan, but right now, all he wanted was a stiff drink. A very stiff drink.
When his driver pulled up to the bar, Isaac practically flew out and up to the counter. He slammed a twenty on the counter: "take your ten strongest drinks and mix them in a big mug and give it to me."
The bartender looked at him incredulously, "I can't do that, Ike."
Isaac threw another twenty onto the counter. The bartender sighed, but her greed wore out and she began pouring. "Wanna talk about it, Ike?" She asked.
"No." Ike took the mug and downed it, shuddering. Good lord, it was disgusting. But it did its job well, and it wasn't long before he found a pretty lady to have a little chat with. One hand around her, a decent drink in his other, he mostly forgot about the String. Besides, the soulmate would most likely be faaar away, not like they could reach him in just one night!
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𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥
i never sharpened my teeth; i was born with these fangs 🥀
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Post by 𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒖 ♥ on Jun 23, 2017 17:14:46 GMT -5
"Sofia," she responded simply, struggling to keep up with his much longer strides. They were quiet as they walked, Heath seeming to be lost in thought again. Sofia just trailed behind him, absentmindedly twirling the ring around her middle finger. Ring? They weren't an accessory she kept up with, and even so she definitely hadn't been wearing it last night. She observed it curiously. It was a simple band that appeared to be made of white gold, with three small diamonds situated around the front. Even more surprising was "H.O." engraved on the back in tiny cursive lettering.
She hadn't realized she'd stopped while examining the ring, and she jogged to reach Heath. "Hey," she said, grabbing the back of his arm, "Do you know where I got this?" She held her small hand up, brandishing the ring. It looked expensive, and she really hoped she hadn't dug through his jewelry or something while she was heavily intoxicated last night. God, that would be the epitome of weird and embarrassing.
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Post by whispering on Jun 23, 2017 18:46:09 GMT -5
hello m'dear I wouldn't mind claiming the last one
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 23, 2017 21:05:03 GMT -5
(Cool! Do you want to post a description or describe while roleplaying Whisper? And I'll have your reply up soon Rue, but I'm going go do my evening run first ^^)
Fawn tentatively stepped into the bar, her nose wrinkling at the strong smell. She was incredibly out of place, sticking out like a sore green thumb, literally. But that meant so little to her when the one chance she'd laid out her heart on could be just a few steps away from her. The young girls anticipation and excitement could not be doused even with these circumstances, and it clearly showed in the sparkling of her hazel eyes and the wide smile she couldn't seem to wipe of her face no matter how she tried. Hopefully her soulmate wouldn't find her odd for it, but maybe he was just as thrilled! Though she doubted that be possibly, simply due to just how much she'd pinned on this day, and how long she yearned for it. Slowly, she proceeded deeper in the establishment, string still held with care in her small hand. It was an easy task for her to slip past others, despite how rowdy and crowded it was. Thank god she was small in stature, and almost every other aspect. This one time she would appreciate the petite figure that had resulted in her face down on the ground one too many times, there wasn't much she could do against a 5'8 giant while he tossed her around like a rag doll. Nothing much but endure, something she excelled in. But just as she felt she was so close, her heart pounding so loud it could have been a drum, someone knocked into her.
"Ah!" Fawn squeaked out, caught so off guard with her nerves she didn't think quick enough to catch herself . She ending up crashing onto the side of a small table with drinks, the measly piece of furniture flipping over from her weight and she tumbled to the ground in a mess of assorted alcohol and flailing limbs. Oh no. She'd ruined it, how could she ruin it?! Now her soulmate would definitely notice her, a klutz sprawled out on dirty floor, reeking and drenched in beer and god knows what else. Fawn slowly lifted herself into a sitting position, but didn't dare raise her head, her devastated tomato-red face hid behind the strands of her equally red hair. How could this happen?
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 23, 2017 23:29:39 GMT -5
It was as Sofia had assumed, Heath indeed had been too preoccupied with his thoughts to pay much to any attention to her. Until she'd abruptly brought him back to the present when she griped his arm unexpectedly to stop him. He paused, glancing questioningly over his shoulder at the young women. with a expression that clearly stated. What now? He looked over at her hand at her request, and immediately spotted the ring. Is that? He narrowed his eyes and peered closely, taken note of just what finger it was on, and his stomach dropped. The nauseating feeling returned, except for this time, it wasn't caused by the hangover. "Your married!?" He all but growled, shifting his focus to her, grey eyes fierce. Just what the hell had he gotten into? And what kind of women can't even remember the fact she's married? Hangover or not.
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Post by Sherk on Jun 23, 2017 23:31:19 GMT -5
OOC: I'm really sorry, I have bad eyes and I can't access this site from a computer, only my phone and my ipad. So would you mind not using the small black text, at least just for my RP with you? It would make it so much easier for me to read your posts.
BIC: Isaac was just getting cozy with his best friend for the night when Fawn entered the bar, and at first, he was oblivious: his mind was hazy and she was quiet.
It had been shaping up to be a nice night. She was pretty, and hanging onto his every word, and Ike was close to forgetting about soulmates. It still niggled at the back of his mind, sure, but he was mostly ignoring it: mentally punching it in the gut and throwing it in the brig to rot.
Then some girl fell over with a crash, and Ike jumped a bit, spilling his current drink just a bit. He began laughing uproariously because it was so funny why was it and everything so funny and what an unfortunate girl and oh god the string that was where the string was leading oh god how had she found him so quickly?
Blood drained from his face, and his entire body, and Isaac stood up suddenly, pitching around like he was standing on the deck of a ship.
"Ike, what's the matter?" His ladyfriend asked, creeping closer, but the young man pushed her away, taking a few shaky steps towards the door his sodden mind fixed on one goal: he had to get out get hsism oit he cna t be hefe wihr her he had to go he had to he had todheiodjdnd
The mind of a drunk man is not the most stable thing. Coincidentally, neither is his body. Isaac was making his great escape, and passing right by his soulmate sprawled on the floor. And, looking back on it later, he wasn't sure exactly what happened. Mostly because his memory of the night was shot. Maybe he tripped on his own feet, or her, or even nothing, but whatever he tripped on, he fell, right over, and right on top of Fawn.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 25, 2017 17:37:09 GMT -5
(Oh no I'm sorry! I'll definitely change it, no problem!)
Fawn had just gathered an adequate amount of courage from god only knows what corners of her frazzled mind to finally raise her head, and just in time to see a flash of skin rapidly approaching her from above. Her brain put two and two together with enough time to lift her arms to protect herself and next thing she knew, she was pinned under a stranger, most likely a male if the fact that this unknown person had easily squished all of her was anything to go by, not to mention the scent of colonel mixed heavily with booze. Great, he's probably drunk. Could this day get any worse? She wondered bitterly, starting to push up against the strangers chest in an effort to breathe. "P-Please get off." She forced out. "C-can't b-breathe."
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Post by Sherk on Jun 26, 2017 0:44:44 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks!
BIC: Isaac had a bit of a conundrum. On one hand, he knew who he was on top of and it terrified him. Whatever rational part of his mind remained(it was microscopically small) was yelling at him to get up and GO!
On the other, his limbs felt like lead and he reeeaaallllly didn't want to move. Maybe he could just stay here and crush her to death and just be done with that whole problem forever.
He was beginning to feel a little short of breath now, though, and rolled over with some difficulty. He was no longer crushing her torso, but instead just awkwardly laying over her legs. "Ur gonn' 'ave t'do the rest." He mumbled blearily.
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jun 26, 2017 22:58:47 GMT -5
Why isn't he moving? Fawn pressed against Issac with more urgency when a minute had passed and she didn't receive a response, or what she'd requested. The first hints of panic were beginning to set in, until miraculously the weight crushing her eased. She sucked in a relieved breath when he finally rolled off her, well, for the most part. She was able to push herself up using her elbows, and just barley managed to pick up his slur of a sentence over the increasing murmur of concerns while others finally started to approach their sad looking pile of limbs, offering hands off assistance. As he stated, Fawn took the situation into her own hands, wiggling her legs free from underneath him, head bowed and not caring how ridiculous she might appear doing so. As if she could damage whatever strands of dignity she had left in everyone's eyes anymore, though all she cared about was one certain pair, a pair she had yet to meet in all this disaster. And she couldn't bring herself to ask why, she knew very well. This night did really seem like the end of all the hope she'd given over the years, every lonely evening spent on her knee's gazing up at that one star, when her friends were off enjoying their own love lives, pleading that she not mess up her one chance at real love. Childish, she knew, but for one who's life was built on her ditsy mistakes, as minor as they may be at times, she needed something to believe in.
That is, until while someone helped her to her feet, her gaze finally fell onto the man guilty of squishing her, and the unmistakable red string attached to his wrist. She paled. No way All Fawn could do was stare, lips partially hanging open in her shock, as some guys picked him up by his arms and forced him to his feet. T-this guys is my soulmate? She didn't know whether to feel relieved, or disappointed, but since it was evident he couldn't stand on his own, and the men supporting him were trying to ask her questions about who he was, did she know him and where he lived? She snapped back to reality, pushed her feelings aside like only she could, and stepped up to the plate. "Y-yes he's my-I mean, yes I know him and I can take him home." She spoke in a soft, velvety voice and moved to stand next to the men. "Here, I've got him. Thank you so much for you help." Fawn replaced one of the men, resting Issac's arm over her small shoulders. Despite her lack in size, she could hold her own in these situations. She wrapped her other free arm around his waist and allowed his body to lean heavily against her with a small grunt. Shaking off the men insistence's to help with with a strained smile and multiple "I'll be alright, thank you." She started heading toward the door, practically dragging Issac along with her due to their height difference. She was already beginning to breathe a bit heavily, and her reddening cheeks puffed out a bit while she held her breath under the strain, a habit of hers.
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Post by Sherk on Jun 27, 2017 0:12:34 GMT -5
Reality was fuzzy. Isaac barely registered when a few other men dragged him into a position somewhat resembling standing. Even though his knees were as useful as jelly. If one of them went go...WHOOMPH. He'd go down like a sack of bricks. The idea of that made him sorta snicker nonsensically. Fortunately, they did not let go of him, and Isaac stayed upright. He was pretty docile too, his chin resting on his chest because he didn't feel like lifting it. He started moving only as Fawn took the burden from them. He was a very inconsiderate passenger in general. He didn't even try moving his feet to help her along. Of course, his ability to think and reason was basically in the toilet at the moment.
They managed to reach the outside of the bar without too much trouble, and Ike found his head resting on her shoulder, though, near her ear, and he saw fit to speak: "gotta go," he mumbled, "byyyye." He tried putting his feet down and standing up properly, and he actually managed to get his feet pretty solidly connected to the ground. Everything above his feet was swaying around like a tree in a hurricane, but his feet where on the ground so he'd be fiiiiine!
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Post by Wanderingsoul on Jul 3, 2017 21:28:10 GMT -5
(Sorry for the late reply, I'm a bit more busy now with work and classes :/)
"No don't!-" Fawn was cut off when he stood and begin to sway, and she instantly tightened her grip on his waist before he had a chance to fall, holding his arm securely over her shoulder with her free hand. Knee's tense to hold his weight and whatever new unexpected actions he had in store, she began to walk him to the curb of the street, before easing him down into a sitting position. She panted a bit next to him and straightened out to her full height, rolling her sore shoulders with a heavy sigh, then risked a glanced down at her supposedly soulmate, who'd whether he knew of their connection or not, had immediately tried to leave her presence the second he could. She didn't know whether to be disappointed, or resigned because of course it would end up this way. Just add that onto the stacks and stacks of emotions running through her, embarrassment, self-resentment, weariness, and a small hint of hope just to name of a few. Well, no matter what, she couldn't leave him in this state alone, and the tired look dulling her hazel eyes firmed due to her sudden determination. "Just...stay with me, I'll get you a ride." She said quietly, placing a strong hand on his shoulder in hopes to discourage any more thoughts of escape. She patiently stood next to his side and waited for a cab to drive by, this was a bar, surely any smart cabbie would know to stick close? There was no way she could carry him back to her place on her own.
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