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Leaf~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Sat, 03/05/2025 23:40 (8 Days ago) |
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The apartment was quiet, and so was the little girl. Mama and Da had left with a bag and strange looks on their faces. Da had rested against the wall tapping his left foot as he peered through a gap between the two lacy curtains beside the door. Mama had crouched down gave the little girl a smile and a kiss. She had assured her not to worry; that she’d be home soon. She told her not the leave the apartment. And not to make a sound. That was October 29th. The little girl had remembered because it was thirteen days after Mama’s birthday, when she had made a cheerio necklace for her. She even arranged them in order of colour, strung out on a piece of twine. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink. Two of each. But Mama and Da had not come home. The little girl didn’t worry. Mama told her not to, so she didn’t and kept herself busy with paper airplanes that had now littered the room and trying to find Da’s step ladder so she could reach the cookie jar tucked on the highest shelf. That’s when the door handle shook. The little girl’s eyes darted to the door and her heartbeat quickened. She only dropped to the kitchen floor and pressed her small body against the counter when the slab of wood opened with a loud creak. “Hello?” A voice murmured softly. It was a kind sort of voice. Like Mama’s. But it wasn’t Mama. “No one’s ‘ere, Steph.” That voice was different. Gruff and heavy with a lazy Texan drawl. “Family woulda moved East like the rest of ‘em. That or they’re dead. Abandoned stuff, see? Just grab whatcha want and let’s go.” The girls lips were clamped shut, closing her eyes to hide the tears as two sets of footsteps trekked towards Mama and Da’s room. And her own. Mama promised she’d come home. They both promised. A light-footed sound neared her and her heart quickened. When the little girl opened her eyes, she met cool grey. The colour of steel. A freckled face was tilted to the side, browns drawn close together, short red hair just spilling over her shoulders. “Nick?” She said, keeping her eyes on the girl. “Steph, there’s so much good stuff in ‘ere. You should see the jewellery. Think it’s real silver.” The man replied from the other room. “Nick, I think you should see something…” The woman tried again. “Yeah, inna minute. Damn, they had ammo—” “Nick!” Her voice raised. “What Stephanie?” The gruff voice snapped quietly, heavy boots quickly striding across to the kitchen. “I swear, sister, if this is another one of your tricks…” The words died in his throat as his eyes, matching to the woman’s, fell on the trembling little girl. He pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed quietly, turning around. “Steph…” But the woman didn’t spare him a glance, crouching down with a small smile. It was careful. She reached out a cold hand to her hair, tucking a long blond strand behind her ear. “Heya, kid.” Another tentative smile. “I’m Steph. And that’s my big brother, Nick. We don’t bite, I promise.” A strained chuckle passed her lips before she paused. “Where’s your parents?” A beat of silence followed. Then two. The girl squeaked out a reply, too shaky to understand, so the woman—Steph—tried again. “How about your name, kiddo?” The girl spoke with more courage this time. “Leto.” Leto flips a throwing knife over in her left hand. Once, twice, three times— crap. The narrow blade nicks a slice in her palm, a small line of red blossoming on her palm. She frowns lightly at it and wipes the blood on the left side of her carogs, the leg drawn against her chest as she stares out at the empty town. A bit risky, perching atop the abandoned mall, one leg hanging over the edge, but the drop down wasn’t that far. She’d roll an ankle, at worst, likely scrape her knees and hands, further wearing the dirty fabric covered in sweat, grime and blood. It wasn’t all bad; the town hadn’t been completely raided yet. A store had a handful of tanks and socks and—thank the stars—shoes behind the counter. A little wide around the back of the heel, but decent enough. Her trainers were nearly torn apart and blisters were common and begrudgingly painful. She’d stocked up on the essentials too. Another first aid kit, new—well, unused—water bottle, dried mango, nuts and even an energy bar. Stuff she’s absolutely sick of. But fuel is fuel and the alternative is starvation, so she puts up with it. Leto pauses, narrowing dark eyes as she scans the skyline of the town. Somewhere in the north of California, a dingy little place where she swears she saw a tumbleweed cross her path when she had arrived just days ago. She saw the usual: boarded up windows, power lines down, locked doors. Most cars were gone, although by the lack of parking lots, there were never many in the first place. Another day or two and she would leave. She still wonders where Nick and Stephanie are from time to time. Hoping they’re both okay, how they’re doing. Wondering if Nick still sleeps with his heavy boots on at night, or if Steph still chastises her brother for eating with his mouth open. Silly little things. It had only been five months since a loud argument and a tense parting. She wanted to go back home, see if she could find the remains of her parents. Though when she pictures her mother and father’s faces… there’s not much. It’s blurry and misshapen. To be fair, twenty-two years can alter the memories of a person. From time to time—more often than not, now that she thinks about it—she still wonders why she ever wanted to return to Newport in the first place. She was much safer with Nick and Steph. Better as a three than one. Besides, the company was comforting. Now she just drowns in her own thoughts. She even caught herself talking to a mangy cat a few weeks ago before it unfortunately had to go. How on Earth it was alive was beyond Leto. Just two more days, She thinks, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, the heat of the sun warming her skin. Then I’m outta here. Damn, if society ever functions again and I go for a checkup at the hospital, I’ll definitely be diseased. Or have skin cancer from this bloody sun and no stupid sunblock. Probably both. [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Sat, 03/05/2025 13:08 (9 Days ago) |
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Leaf~ Character name: Leto Myles  Hometown: Newport, OR Age: 26 Gender: Female, She/Her Appearance: A sun-bleached honey blonde crop of hair reaches just above her shoulders along with dark brown eyes. Tanned skin is complimented by a lean stature that has been built over the years of travelling from city to city and state to state, although her lithe frame lacks the much needed muscle for strength in melee combat. Good thing she has decent aim. Cheap rings adorn her fingers, collected as she passed the bodies of the dead—a little memento of sorts—in addition to comical bandages and a packet of cigarettes. Though she only smokes when she’s emotional. Numbs the pain and anger. Personality: Cocky and confident; charismatic and crafty. She trends on the fine line before arrogance and hypocrisy, but she’s a decent enough girl. Just internalising and ignoring grief. She craves spontaneity to keep her distracted, leading her to a tendency of an adrenaline junkie; easy enough in an apocalyptic world. A silver tongue kept her out of trouble with other survivors, persuasion being one of her key strengths. Along with the helpful skill of picking locks. Weapon(s): Semiautomatic pistol that belonged to a good friend; Throwing knives—she still can’t quite remember how exactly she retrieved those. Must’ve been in the early 2010s. Other: Abrosexual Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?: Yes [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Sun, 16/03/2025 12:55 (1 Month ago) |
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Name: Age: Side (Arcadia/Eden): Powers (your magic! eg: water manipulation): Abilities (Physical Capabilities eg: agility, pickpocketing etc): Motivation (why did your character join the games?): Deepest Fear: Personality (personality type is encouraged but not necessary, please be thorough here, no one liners): Appearance (this can be brief; it’s just so others can identify your character): Palpad?: [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Wed, 25/12/2024 19:27 (4 Months ago) |
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Amount of gifts I will send today: 5 [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Tue, 24/12/2024 12:08 (4 Months ago) |
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Amount of gifts I will send today: 5 [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Mon, 23/12/2024 16:53 (4 Months ago) |
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Amount of gifts I will send today: 5 ahh daily limit reached, will send tomorrow [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Mon, 23/12/2024 00:43 (4 Months ago) |
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· · ────────────────────── · ◇ · ────────────────────── · · Kae Cynthius Universe Character Sheet  ✧ Theme song - Roses, Jenna Raine ✧ Voice Claim - Madison Beer ✧ Etymology: Kae • /keɪ/ kay ◇ Derived from the Old English word that translates to "jay" or "jackdaw" ◇ Variations: Kay, Kei, Cay ◇ “Change" or "changing" in Japanese ◇ Few to no sobriquets; three letters are difficult to be nicknamed ✧ Demographics ◆ Date of Birth: June 29th | ◆ Star Sign: Cancer | ◆ Age: 19 years old ◆ Gender: Female | ◆ Pronouns: She/Them | ◆ Sexuality: Omnisexual ◆ Nationality: Australian-American | ◆ Place of Birth: Perth, Australia ✧ Introduction "Short version here" - Official description info ✧ Appearance info ✧ Personality ◆ MBTI; INFJ-T | ◆ Enneagram Wing; XwX – Name | ◆ Alignment; XXX | ref, ref, ref Kae is shy and reserved, despite their laidback and interchanging exterior. With their fluid mask adapting their character to each person, it blocks out their natural authenticity that she only reveals to a bare handful of individuals, to protect them from judgement, criticism and rejection. Underneath the veil of fiction, she is a tender and sensitive character, prone to feelings of self-doubt but a drive of uplifting others She hates letting others down, usually being the support system of many emotions that pour out from the mouths of teary eyed souls. Pushing themselves to excel in their studies, she can be seen as a perfectionist or stubborn if their work does not meet up to standards, hating things only to be good enough. Despite struggling academically and in presentation of themselves, Kae balances their feelings and logic smoothly, with an accurate moral compass and knowledge of the division between right and wrong, though preferring to see the world in shades of grey ✧ Early Life: tws as needed: - additional information link here info ✧ About: (HERE) info info ✧ Additional Info ◆ ◆ "The sky leans close, in a quiet hush, Raindrops fall with a whispered rush, Each drop a secret, soft and slight, Turning silence into light.” — Unknown  Show
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[img]https://i.ibb.co/fS6LMkL/kae-ai4-banner.jpg[/img] [size=12]· ◇◆ [b]Kae Cynthius[/b] ◆◇ ·[/size] [size=6][b][i]Nineteen [19] | Female | She/Them | Omnisexual[/i][/b][/size] [size=14]────────────────────[/size] [size=8][i]text[/i][/size] [size=6][b][ xxx words ][/b][/size] [size=14]────────────────────[/size] [size=6][i]"The sky leans close, in a quiet hush, Raindrops fall with a whispered rush, Each drop a secret, soft and slight, Turning silence into light.”[/i][/size] [/center]  · ◇◆ Kae Cynthius ◆◇ · Nineteen [19] | Female | She/Them | Omnisexual ──────────────────── text [ xxx words ] ──────────────────── "The sky leans close, in a quiet hush, Raindrops fall with a whispered rush, Each drop a secret, soft and slight, Turning silence into light.” [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Sun, 22/12/2024 12:17 (4 Months ago) |
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Amount of gifts I will send today: 5 [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Fri, 20/12/2024 19:51 (4 Months ago) |
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◆ ℓєтσ муℓєѕ ◇ fємαℓє – 26 – ѕєρтємвєя 16тн – αвяσѕєχυαℓ – "ѕнσятιє" ◆ Personality ◇ ENTP-A | 8w7 Confident, charismatic and authentic, Leto has always strived for independence, freedom and self-preservation, having a relaxed personality and friendly, albeit chilled, persona. Although she has been called careless and occasionally obnoxious, her adaptability and compassion allows her to be empathetic and easy going. She thrives on spontaneity and new experiences rather than rigid order and structured routine, but can sometimes be overcontrolling and thoughtless by shutting others down for her own need to have variety and constant change. Her role in social groups can quickly flip from inclusive to domineering, despite her natural leadership skills and persuasive nature. Leto is a hard worker and has respect for all musicians, particularly those with experience, but tends to burnout after frequent intense rehearsals, practices and gigs without breaks ◆ Description ◇ 𖡼 Height: 5'2 𖡼 Weight: 121 lbs 𖡼 Skin Tone: Warm beige 𖡼 Eye Colour: Pecan brown, #4A2511 𖡼 Hair Colour: Dirty-blonde, sun-bleached honey 𖡼 Hair Style: Half-up half-down with small braids when performing, without when not 𖡼 Clothes: Urban boho meets surf style. Her wardrobe will vary, but always a navy jacket 𖡼 Accessories: Two cheap gold, rings on her right hand and four on her left and a hearing aid 𖡼 Other: A packet of cigarettes that she almost never uses and small, comical bandages on her face ◆ Instrument(s) ◇ Her usual and most well-performed instrument will always be the bass guitar. Transitioning from the acoustic, briefly to the ukulele then finally to the bass, she has always been more talented playing the guitar than any other instrument since she first picked it up, and the only explanation as to why she will constantly tape bruised and blistered fingertips after hours of practice ◆ Type of Magic ◇ n/a ◆ History ◇ Growing up with a creative family, it was only natural and a matter of time before Leto was sorted into music. She had first found fondness for the drums–what child wouldn't love to smash pots and pans together–and by the age of nine, she had a teacher, playing alongside her brother who performed guitar. However, after a tragic accident that left her deaf in her right ear by the time she attended middle school, her love for music dwindled and the drum kit was moved to the back of the garage to collect dust. Despite much attempt to revive her passion, it was only after her brother abandoned the strings for woodwind, however, that started to play again. But this time, using his guitar, learning through videos, clips and movie scenes until she could convince her brother to teach her. Throughout high school and college, Leto transitioned between different bands and venues until she discovered Hope's Lounge. A true plethora of talent, creativity and excitement. Perfect. ◆ Voice Claim ◇ Hailee Steinfeld [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Thu, 19/12/2024 18:13 (4 Months ago) |
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Amount of gifts I will send today: 4 [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Sun, 24/11/2024 00:14 (5 Months ago) |
 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 · · ─────────────────────────────────────────────────── · · Dearest Reader, Welcome, you have stumbled into a more modern and sophisticated version of my nook where my creative characters are tucked away until they are used in roleplays, fanfiction or other forms of writing. I give my thanks to Immortes for her template, featured in this thread, in addition to Fahrenheit, who inspired my previous storage. Please do not post in here, it's a space I'd prefer to keep unclogged and organised so it can be easily accessible for me to use. Read on, should you wish to explore ─ cliché, I am aware. ─ Leaf · · ────────────────────── · ◇◆◇ · ────────────────────── · · ─Character Index
───◆ Kae Cynthius ───xxx ───xxx ───xxx [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Wed, 13/11/2024 19:16 (5 Months ago) |
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"Come now. Though I would relish in spilling your blood, it would be a such shame to ruin that lovely garment."  [ Name ] Persephone Lazar [ Title ] Vicious Little Thing, Lady Rouge [ Age ] ~600 [ Gender/Sexuality ] Female, Lesbian [ Personality ] ESFP-A / The Entertainer - Chaotic Neutral / Free Spirit [ Appearance ] She is every syllable the Lady Rouge. Silky maroon locks that cascade in thick yet well-groomed waves tumble to her waist after decades of care and preservation, without a trace of a split end or fading colour. Burgundy orbs freckled with two dark specks to the right of her left eye often twinkle with amusement and sit beneath dark brows despite her reddish hair, her warm complexion forever flawless and devoid of blemishes and uneven skin tones, although a small beauty mark spots her left cheekbone, adjacent from her eyes. Her frame is slender and of a respectable height, without being sickly thin such as the rest of her family whom she shares contact with or that she remembers. Eerily beautiful and a blend of masculine femininity, was what she told herself in her three-hundreds. One must look presentable, of course. [ Magic ] Some would say that her magic would be her enchantment, her natural charm, though somewhat dark. That comment would not be entirely wrong, with the combination of her appearance and invasive mind pushing and cornering her targets allowing her to be rather persuasive. It would also be a good reason as to why she often won her bets, tricking opponents to believing that a particular move would benefit them, when they would play straight to her hand. Psychological tricks. [ Stories ] Many rumours have been spread and escalated about dear Persephone, although a memory she frowns on most in her early three-hundreds, and despite the centuries that have passed, the experience and repercussions plays vividly in her mind. Although fierce habits have reduced to the odd occasion, she was known to be a gambler, and a rather good one. As the night of the memory began, her 'luck' was as sharp as always, spiking the greed and arrogance laced deep in her soul. A few coins betted and won. Tens traded for hundreds, traded for thousands, her wine glasses emptying and refilling, her inhibitions slipping. She betted her darling brother in an act of hypocrisy, a fledgling that had barely reached his one-hundreds, and her drunk foolishness caused her loss. A dozen years or so were spent following the night hiding him from the world who sought to find him. And so the gambling addiction faded to balls or galas or nights that she would crave the smell of wine and the tension of betting, and the times she was inebriated reduced. He never quite forgave her for it. Not really. Perhaps that's why they are never seen around each other anymore. [ Reputation ] TW: Mention of violence As her title suggests, if her magic fails her, Persephone's reactions to refusal of her demands, their own ignorance or even audacity to blackmail her can lead to a use of vicious tendencies that she rarely hesitates to wield. A silver dagger in the back is a particularly effective method, though her most favourable would be poison laced in wine goblets. This, however, is not driven by blind range, but rather strategic decisions and a matter of how much she wants them to remember her. And that crossing her is less than ideal. Nonetheless, she always leaves her victims alive, though in what state can vary. [ Song ] COPYCAT / Billie Eilish [ Other ] Art of Hua Cheng by Lemntii [ Palpad ] c: [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Wed, 18/09/2024 15:44 (7 Months ago) |
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Saeko had sorted her garments into neat piles, followed by her scarves and endless brass jewellery pieces. Papers, books and scripts were tossed into another smaller crate and were shipped out on the dead grass that could barely be called a front yard. But as Saeko went on her final round of the rooms, she stopped abruptly. A chill ran down her spine. A voice whispered in her ear. It was impossible to hear what exactly was said and the voice was indescribable. It didn’t resemble a child or an adult, or any gender for that matter. When she turned her head, there was no one, yet she felt the ghost of the voice’s breath on her ear. Biting her lip, she shook her head, lighting pressing a finger to the amethyst shard that hung loosely around her neck. For protection, is what she was told. She wore it for her grandmother’s sake… and though she wouldn’t admit it, her own. Grasping the handle of the bedroom door, at the top of those whiny stairs, Saeko found that it was stuck. She twisted the knob left twice, then after no luck, right. It wouldn’t budge. Her brows drew to the centre of her head in frustration and reached for the handle again. She took a slight step away and pushed her side firmly against the door. She didn’t have much in the way of muscle, but she had heard that joints were just as powerful. As soon as her shoulder made contact with the wood, the door shot open and Saeko tumbled into the mist. She didn’t even have time to register that she was falling, her mouth slightly open in awe. Her hand fell away from the handle and the violet slit in the air widened its embrace. The shoulder that had been used to ram into the door panel reached the ground first, followed by a sort of roll onto her back with a muffled groan. Well, her theory had been right. With a slight wince, she put her hand down to sit up. Her eyes widened and she pulled her fingers to a close, pulling some of the earth into her tips. The woods? Brushing her palms on her trousers, Saeko steadily lifted herself to stand, touching her shoulder gently. The skin would bruise, she was certain. But apart from the dull ache, she was unharmed. The trees loomed in over her and she was acutely aware of her surroundings. How was this possible? What happened? She subconsciously reached for her necklace but pulled away, just as her fingertips brushed the gem. Her mind switched into problem solving. Fear would only make her panic and that was not useful for survival. Swallowing that background feeling, she looked around. It was mile beyond mile of forest as far as she could tell and it wasn’t helping that the night was settling soon. She knew that she was scared. Because she had missed an obvious detail. Through the foliage, if she looked closely enough, she could make out two figures and another approaching. Saeko hesitated. If she had fallen through a cloak of violet and was somehow transported into a woodland forest, she couldn’t trust anything at this point. For all she knew, they could be the reason she was here. For now, she’d crouch and wait to see who they were. [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Mon, 09/09/2024 16:58 (8 Months ago) |
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Hello, isn't this familiar? -General Information- Character Name: Seth Dagos Aliases: Golden Eyes | Prince Procrastinator Character's Age: 22 Character's Gender: Male - He/Him -Appearance- [input faceclaim's name, image, or detailed description here] -Personality Traits- General Personality: Detailed Personality: [E.g., the personality type and the explanation of it] -Additional Information- Add'l: [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Mon, 26/08/2024 17:45 (8 Months ago) |
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Name: Saeko Kamiya Age: 18 Gender: Female, She/Her, Demisexual Personality: Usually curt and crisp with her words, Saeko has slowly shied away her belief of that she doesn’t need to converse with others unless it’s not pointless. This makes her socially awkward and nervous around strangers, as she doesn’t have control over the situation or has the knowledge to interact well with others. She’s trying. Due to lingering habits, however, she is a sarcastic and sometimes brutally honest person which can often give her the impression of being insensitive. Really, she just wants to understand the whole picture. Nothing personal. Appearance: Abilities/Powers: N/A (Annoying people ^^) Strengths: Due to being immersed in the world of time and space, Saeko has grown to have a natural strength and affinity to astronomy and horology, giving her a strong sense of direction and time. She is also has beliefs in astrology and the spiritual side of the world Weakness: Despite her laid-back facade, she is prone to impulsive bursts and can be impatient, even though she struggles to in decision making without second-guessing her actions. She’s also a bit of a control freak :’) Fears: Abandonment, betrayal and rejection World: N/A Character color: Faded Thistle Purple, #8a6788 Anything Else?: Spiritual (read: crystals, moon phases, zodiacs) [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Fri, 26/07/2024 17:56 (9 Months ago) |
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Pur. Why was this so hard? It's not as if she was asking them to be their date. Just to go to the ball as friends. Were they even that far yet? So many questions ran through her head as their heart painfully thumped in their chest. She set down the pen and stood up, pacing back and forth as she clenched and unclenched their hands. Breathe. She took in a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, before sinking down into the chair and tentatively took hold of the writing tool. Quickly and neatly, she wrote a brief note, trying to ignore if it sounded silly. I was hoping you and I could go the ball tonight as friends, since we don't have someone to go with. No worries if you have someone to go with — I know this is a bit last minute. Thanks, Kae This was ridiculous. But she shoved those thoughts to the back of their mind, quickly hurried to Pur's door and slipped the note through the gap between the door and the floor. She let out a quiet gasp. She had actually done it. And regret immediately took over. Pur would never agree. What had she done? [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Fri, 26/07/2024 17:44 (9 Months ago) |
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She didn't even remember walking home, their footsteps becoming automatic and subconscious. Not even the sweet twittering of the starling that perched on a low branch could stir them. She was tired. So tired. When Fairyland came, she welcomed it with open arms. A soft breeze that tasted sweet and exotic. The sun with it's warm, inviting rays. Clear waters with it's gentle tumbling noise over the pebbles on the riverbed. Fresh, vibrant blades of grass. Lying on their stomach with a hand dipping in the shallow water as always, Kae sighed. She had missed this. Nothing seemed to matter. Nothing scared them. Dante couldn't help but wonder about his sister as he came to the end of his shift in the small, dingy building that could hardly be called a grocery. The 'fresh' food was slowly going off and the OPEN-CLOSED sign had given up on it's colour as well. Was she home? Probably. Had she eaten yet? Unlikely. Was she asleep? Yes. [Read more] |
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Leaf~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 138 |
Posted: Thu, 11/07/2024 18:44 (9 Months ago) |
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Kae's gaze cast upwards, just above the door where an old bronze watch limply hung, secured to the wall hastily on the top strap by a nail. It had come with the little house when she moved in with Dante and it read two hours and thirty-seven minutes ahead of real time. That meant that role call would begin in a matter of minutes. That meant that she would be late. Hoping that nothing would fall out of the backpack on their journey or whilst she was at school, she locked the door, hid the key under the plant pot and bolted. It was a good five minutes later when their hand grasped the door knob to the classroom. Their name had just been called, but judging by the lack of classmates, their tardiness was the least of Mr Gandolfini's problems. "Here, sir." Kae mumbled, taking a seat next to Hyeon-jeong. [Read more] |
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