ATTENTION RP PARTNERSApparently I'm not leaving until Saturday. Win.
Starting Wednesday, 8 June, I will be on a notes-only hiatus. I will try and alert you if I see you in chat before then, but this is something that must be done. I'll be gone until about Friday, helping my aunt cope with a loss.
If you rp with me and wish to continue, send me a note with my last post and your post. I won't mind in the least, though I may be slow because I will be responding on my phone and signal up there is patchy, not to mention the keyboard is a mean little thing.
The NoteThe Note4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't talk to me" For one crazy moment, Thom thought Rook was complaining. For one crazy moment, Rook was. Then he reminded himself that he didn't want the stupid professor talking to him with all his Cindy shit about "working together" and "compassion" and "being nice" He didn't want that.
Stupid Cindy trying to trip him up telling him he's his brother. Brother, right.
He wasn't Hilary. He couldn't be.
That was a nasty trick, Rook was thinking. For all his lectures on morality, the stupid professor was no better than the rest of them, Rook included, but not counting Balfour, who, as far as Rook was concerned, wasn't a real airman, an
OppositesOpposites3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I want to go home"
"I don't want to go home"
Why would I?
I'm not like you-
We're the same, you and I-
I don't run away-
We're both hiding, keeping secrets-
I face reality-
We both have our masks-
I don't hide behind a fake smile-
Me, my smile; you, your anger-
I DON'T HIDE
Yes, you do.
I'm not like you-
We're the same, but opposites-
I don't like the cold-
I cant handle too much heat-
I like a good fight-
I hate fighting. I saw too much in my world.
It's not like I didn't!
I never said that.
You were implying it.
We're too alike, you and I-
We're nothing alike-
We both lost our parents-
PatchworkPatchwork4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Caius would do anything for Alcibiades, wouldnt he? Well, there had to be a line drawn somewhere, Caius thought, sighing as he held up the outfit Alcibiades wanted him to wear that night. It was atrocious! Completely, utterly, ridiculously, no-two-ways-about-it-atrocious! It was a myriad of colors, no two the same or even anywhere near complimentary, and crudely stitched unlike the sleek, beautiful robes Caius so loved. And it had pants. What Alcibiades was thinking making him wear pants was beyond his understanding. He sighed again, wondering why exactly Alcibiades would ask him to wear such an ugly patchwork outfit. Perhaps, Caius dec
Adventures of Caius and Al :1:Adventures of Caius and Al :1:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ah, yes, I have somehow managed to again annoy Alcibiades. The poor dear really needs to learn to control that temper of his, or he'll end up having a heart attack, which would be bad for both of us.
And I think I know just the way to cheer him up.
Alcibiades ran into the room, eyes wild and face blood red--perfect color for him, that, though it clashes terribly with his clothes. My concern about his heart increases, I mean, if his heart was to explode, I would be terribly sad, not to mention dear Yana, and I tell him so.
"Why the hell," he asks, calming a bit at the mention of poor, dear Yana, "would you be sad? You’re the