Star Valley II ~ A Harvest Moon Roleplay - (Closed/Capped)

[way-to-dawn-xx]

even the blossoming flowers
will eventually scatter
who in our world
is unchanging?

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⊰ ｅｔｉｅｎｎｅ　ｄｅｌａｃｒｏｉｘ ⊱

One of the nicest things about working in this town was that she more or less had freedom to determine her own office hours. Etienne leaned against the porch banister, watching the rain in attempt to fend off her craving for a cigarette. It was one of the things she’d forced herself to give up since leaving the city, but some days were easier than others. Etienne had to keep reminding herself that her body had enough problems after what’d happened. She inhaled deeply, the musky scent of the rain filling her nostrils, then tugged the hood of her raincoat over her head. Well, it was a less a coat and more a poncho, but whatever the case, it was functional enough to keep her mostly dry. Etienne reached behind her back, then, as she caught herself, shook her head.

Muscle memory was such a tricky thing. She’d been so used to carrying a holstered weapon that even now her body still insisted on checking for it. Star Valley was small enough that Etienne didn’t bother carrying a gun—although she kept one in her nightstand and another in her office. The crime rate was almost painfully low in this town, and Etienne knew she shouldn’t complain about it, but still…

Sometimes she had to admit that it bored her.

Etienne stepped off her porch and began her short morning commute. The police station was close enough to home for her to walk, although from what she could tell, not very many inhabitants of the town drove or even owned a car. It was almost funny—this was the entertainment district; it was the most lively part of the town, yet it still felt so empty, so dead to her. Two seasons in, and Etienne still hadn’t adjusted to the overwhelming stillness of a small town. Normally her morning walk involved a stop in the café for coffee and a bagel, but of course the place wasn’t open on Mondays. Of all days to be closed, why Monday? Wasn’t that the day most people were heading back to the weekly grind and needed them the most? She supposed that there must be some logic behind the choice, even if Etienne couldn’t exactly see it.

Within a few more minutes, Etienne arrived at the station. It seemed that she was one of, if not the first to arrive, so she let herself into the building. She left her coat on a rack by the door and tossed her bag into her office before making her way to the small kitchen in the back. Since the café insisted on being closed on Mondays, she’d just make her own breakfast.

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location ⊰ police station
company ⊰ no one
mood ⊰ hungry
clothing ⊰ work
journal ⊰ …do you mind?

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[kushiixu]

Julian was in his home cooking breakfast and went to feed his little pup. Making sure there was enough but not too much food in the bowl at the same time. “There you go little fella.” he said as he patted the little guy’s head. He looked on up out his window as he set up the table to begin eating. “Aah..it’s just a small pour..maybe we can still go out right?” he asked looking at his dog. The little puppy barked and he smiled. “Thats right. We have to get you a collar too. I haven’t been able to come up with a name for you yet either.” he said picking the dog up.

He put the little ball of fur into his bag before walking out to the park and putting him down. The little dog began running off and around while Julian threw the ball here and there for it to catch. It wasn’t until a few moments later that the animal didn’t return. Julian looked around managing to find the ball but no puppy. “Puppy?” he called out. “Hey where did you go?” he continued to call. Then thats when he heard a loud barking. “Huh?” he muttered and looked over to see another huge dog with his. “Hey, thats badger..” he said and as he continued to look around he saw Titus. “And Titus..” he said softly.

As he kept gazing at the men he didn’t realize Badger was dashing up to him and knocked him down into the mud. “Augh! Aah! No! No wait! That tickles!” he said. Badger was licking all over his face and even his own little puppy was joining in on the fun! “Badger! Wait! Aah! I’m covered in mud!” he said as he tried to push the dog off but it only continued to give Julian slobbery kisses.


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Roseus Exinani

[Kabuki Doll]

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After finally being released from the hospital a couple of days ago, Cecily was in probably one of her worst moods of all time. She had been nasty, bitchy, more so than her best friend and fellow tattoo artist Veronica, and told the woman straight when she had arrived home that she would be on her own for a few days while she figured this s**t out. The doctor had even assigned her a sponsor, a man whose face she did not know and could hardly recollect. She wasn’t exactly convinced, either, when Matthias had told her she had attempted suicide, snapping back at him that while she’s hit rock bottom before and had given up on herself, she had never been so selfish as to want to take her own life.

”I’m an alcoholic, not a ******** lunatic,” she admitted vehemently, and still the young doctor merely smiled at her and made a note on her medical record she was probably going to regret.

But the route she was going, and after genuinely listening to the doctor’s kind, though still somewhat authoritative words, she heeded his advice and decided it was really time to get her problems under control. Dom wasn’t here to bail her out or save her from her bad choices anymore…And Cecily had promised herself she would start over when she came to Star Valley. Well..summer didn’t exactly go as planned, and she was glad of the second chance.

…It didn’t exactly prevent her from feeling any less nervous—meeting someone she had never met, who apparently dragged her out of the ocean before it could sweep her under, carrying her to the hospital in all of her vomit and drunken glory. According to Matthias, his cousin Cory was a writer. She tried to relate to it in the way she considered herself to be an artist of sorts, a creator, something the two of them could at least find common ground with, but Cecily was still nervous. It wasn’t simply the notion of having to talk about her issues and overcome them with a complete, willing stranger. It was that she was actually being forced to participate in Alcoholics Anonymous, or face rehabilitation and be stuck living in a separate area of the clinic until they deemed her clean. She was afraid of failure, because so many times while her brother was still alive he tried to get her to abandon her bad habits and just learn to live.

”You can do this. You HAVE to,” the tattoo artist murmured to herself as she showered and got dressed that morning.

She was thankful for the oncoming cool of the fall weather, especially for her giant black dog, Reaper. The summer had been so hot that walking her had been difficult, and she hated keeping her cooped up in the apartment over the shop, despite that for the most part she was a relatively docile, lazy canine that was content to simply rest wherever her master put her feet. Cecily had been making several adjustments after she had gotten home from the hospital, including installing a large dog door at the foot of the stairs so the giant hound could come and go as she pleased when she needed to relieve herself. She had also invested in a large water filter that had it’s own bowl, that way Reaper always had fresh, cool water. This wasn’t just spurred by her inability to take simple steps to care for her beloved pet after her recent medical setback. Veronica had made it very clear to her that she would not become responsible for caring for her dog again, which made Cecily feel horrible for both of them.

”I’ll be back in an hour or two,” she said to her loyal companion, scratching her behind her velveteen black ears. Reaper simply rolled over and yawned in her favorite spot on the couch, licking her owner’s hand before she stepped out.

It was drizzling outside, but that didn’t prevent Cecily from drawing up her hoodie so that she could light up a cigarette. She was nervous as all hell, mostly because she wasn’t sure what to expect, even with Matthias’ information. People would always tell others how they perceived things in their own way. So despite that he had mentioned that Cory would understand her predicament and hold not judgements against her, the pit in her stomach as she continued to hot box cigarette after cigarette, another habit she was sure she would be told would have to get put on hold once her alcohol dependence was in check. And right now, it was the only thing keeping her withdrawals at bay.

She knew she reeked the moment she arrived on the writers porch, thankful that at the very least her hoodie had kept the majority of the smoke out of the rest of her clothes and hair. Her only regret was that she didn’t have any mints or gum, and that the rain made it too cool outside for her to remove the garment and leave it on the porch to air out. Well, hopefully Cory didn't mind the momentary smell of cigarette smoke, or else this was going to be a rough morning for the both of them. Taking a deep breath, Cecily extended her pale hand and balled it gently into a fist, giving the front door a gentle knock.






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Roseus Exinani

[Patronizing Prince]

ღ. W E S T L E Y ♦ C O O P E R
Where? The Salon ♦ With? Some babe ♦ How ya doin'? Alright ♦ Journal :: [ ♦ ] Coming soon!

You can’t stop the hands from movin on the clock. You can’t speak about the secrets that you wanna keep… Take a turn at the wheel – I wanna feel the air.

Westley quirked an eyebrow, raising his hands up to the air as if somebody had just caught him trying to steal something. "Poisoned? Harsh man, harsh." He said with a chuckle and an ever-present smile.

Hearing just how 'destroyed' Julius would be if Kaeloni 'cheated' on him, Westley's face dissolved into a playful pout. Once she continued, his face returned to a beaming smile. "Well, Kaeloni, I'd be willing to do you anytime." He told her with a playful wink as he waved her away from her current seat, grabbing onto the hem of her shirt and leading her to a seat at his station. "Sit on down Buttons, promise it's not booby trapped." He said, not quite sure where that name came from- But it was what he was going to use from now on. Just the way it was going to be.

"Sorry I'm disorganized- I just signed on yesterday. I don't have nearly the arsenal of stuff I used to have since it was just me and my backpack for a while, but the salon's base stock isn't exactly sparse either." He rambled as he got his things together.

He started working the second Kaeloni sat down, brushing all of her hair back. He separated out her bangs and left a long hunk of hair before tying it off with a hairband on the side of her head towards the back near the nape of her neck. After that, he took the long hunk of hair, splitting it in two and braiding them each, pinning the individual braids along her hairline. After that he turned back to the side ponytail, taking part of it and making another braid, spiraling it around the rest of the hair and pinning it so it stayed tight and flat. "It's going to take you hours to get all of these pins out..." He mumbled under his breath. Since he was such a high energy and fidgety person, he worked rather quickly. From there he grabbed an iron, adding some loose curls to the remaining loose hair.

"Well, that's that." And after the words left his mouth, he plopped himself right into Kaeloni's lap, his back against one of the arm rests and his legs over the other, looking at her face, his feet swaying up and down. "You have a favorite color~?"

Watch it burn, like a comet through the atmosphere. Take a drag – let it hang – a could above your head. Hit the road never knowing what will be your bed. Cause we’re the kids who can’t say no, to losing all control. If you go, I’m gonna go – sneak out of my window… Drive where no one’s been before. Cause we can live in slow motion. I can’t sleep – when this is in my heartbeat. I’m building up steam – to skip the places in between… Jump around to the sound of your favorite song. Learn to swim without any of your clothes on. “No regrets” is what I say about the things we did. So jump off into the water underneath the bridge.

xelsae

[Cthulhuchuu]

Aeris Nightwine

“Once upon a time fairy tales were told to audiences of young and old alike. It is only in the last century that such tales were deemed fit only for small children, stripped of much of their original complexity, sensuality, and power to frighten and delight.”

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Monday morning came at last, giving the pink haired gal a day off. It had only been one season since she had moved to Star Valley, and the work schedule was something she had to get use to. Being an apprentice at her father's tea house she never had to work such long hours. Of course, nothing was stopping her from leaving the shop in her own apprentice's hands every once in a while. However she still didn't feel as though they were ready to be left on their own just yet. Aeris felt much better being there to watch and take care of things so that the cozy tea house stayed in top notch condition.

Aeris had started today off like any other. She awoke promptly and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower. She saw no point in getting dressed only to disrobe minutes later to get cleaned up. The bathroom began to get misty, the heat from her shower turning the room into a Sweat Pea and Violet scented sauna. A happy humming could be heard as she washed her hair, this taking the most time as she had such thick and luscious locks. Her hair was something she took pride in, that being obvious by how much time she put into maintaining it all each day. Once out of the shower she towel dried her hair and began to brush through it all with a large square brush.

After deeming herself presentable she strode out of the bathroom in her fuzzy yellow bathrobe, adorned with the necessary amount of rubber duck print, and began to rummage through her closet. Today she was free from work, being able to spend her day as she pleased. Not that she had a whole lot in mind though; being rather new to this town she wasn't close to many of the other citizens. It wasn't that she was unfriendly, quite the opposite really, but she never saw many of them for long amounts of time. Everyone seemed very busy around here. There were a few people that were becoming regulars at the Tea House, but that was about it. This was probably due to the rumors that people liked to spread. Strange things happened in the unseen portions of her shop, and they had quite a few ideas of what those things may be.

Aeris finally adorned herself in her casual attire, an orange jumper with a light green undershirt. It wasn't any spectacular garb, but it still remained her favorite outfit. If not for the design then for the comfort it gave her. The pink-ette strolled down the stairs that connected her home with the shop and found it to be empty as per expected since it was closed. Her socks caused her to slide slightly across the wooden floor as she quickened her pace towards the door. There was no particular reason for her to go out, but the sound of the rain was enchanting enough to entice her into a leisurely walk through town. She slid on her shoes and bent down to snap the buckles before tapping her toes on the ground to make sure they were on all the way.

Grabbing an umbrella on her way out the door she locked it behind her and stood under the hooded entrance. The rain made the fall air feel cool and misty, a soothing feeling over came her whole body. She took a deep breath and opened her white umbrella that was cutely decorated with little cartoon rain clouds. Walking through the streets Aeris hummed to herself tunes of old nursery rhymes all the while avoiding the deeper puddles along the ground. The rain was something she enjoyed, being soaked was not.

The longer she walked the less she paid attention to exactly where she was going, not that she had a destination in the first place. But eventually she ended up on the outskirts of the park where she found to be rather active despite the wet weather. Not knowing any of the people around she shifted her feet in a nervous fashion. "No use in standing around awkwardly," she murmured to herself, moving her feet once again. Aeris wandered through the park, finding herself at the gazebo on the outskirts of the park. She closed her umbrella and stepped inside, finding comfort on one of the benches inside.

The pitter-patter of the rain on the wooden roof was comforting, so much that when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath it almost felt surreal. Deciding to take this time for herself she reached into her pocket and withdrew a small pocketbook of fairy tales. This was how she liked to spend most of her time, diving into the mystic world that she believed held some form of truth.

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LOCATION: The Park's gazebo | IN THE COMPANY OF: No one.

[Patronizing Prince]

☢. D E S M O N D
S T A N C I L
Where? The clinic. > Around. > Azure's home. ☢ With? Nobody> Matthius > Nobody ☢ How ya doin'? No. ☢ Journal :: Coming soon!

Desmond couldn't help but immediately tense up the second Matthius walked in the door. Not only was he a new person, he was a new person whose surname had a very negative connotation to it. He bit the inside of his lip and refused to look away, but eventually looked in the man's direction when something was placed on his desk. "... Th-Thank you. I will." He managed to mumble out as the doctor walked away, taken aback by the man's kindness.

'Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? You assume just because the guy's related to your ex, it's going to be so ******** terrible? You're such a piece of s**t. You should be ashamed of yourself. That man has done nothing to you.'

Desmond slunk down in his seat and sighed as the guilt washed over him, pinching the bridge of his nose under the glasses he wore while he was working. He couldn't help but feel terrible for assuming such things, but... Agh. He did his best to ignore it and went back to work, eventually coming across a file that piqued his curiosity.

The file showed him that this man had never been to the clinic before. It was noted that he was blind, and his profession was working as a carpenter. While that was interesting, it didn't really set off that many alarm bells. He must be pretty good at what he does if he's managed not to get injured while working such a physical job with a visual impairment. What concerned him was something that had been added by the previous clinic he'd gone to- He hadn't been eating well.

Desmond wasn't sure that his actions were entirely driven by concern for the man or a severe want to get out of the clinic and away from Matthius, but he tried not to give it much thought as he took off his glasses and placed them folded on his desk. He got up and sorted the things on the desk out before walking back to the doctor's office, knocking on the door frame. "I'm going on a house call." Was all he said before he turned and walked right out.

Desmond didn't bring any supplies with him- After all, this was more friendly visit than medical emergency. While he was nervous about randomly confronting a man about something personal in his own home, the nurse let his mind wander a bit as he walked. The man's name had sounded familiar, but didn't match up with a face. Had he lived in Star Valley before he moved away...? 'Just like you to forget something important. Moron.'

None the less, Desmond eventually found himself at the address that had been listed on the file. He paused for a moment to gather himself, taking in a big breath and slowly letting it out. This would be the first time he actually had a conversation with somebody in longer than he could remember. His hands shook slightly as he reached up and rapped loudly on the door before they dropped down on front of him, one hand grasping the other tightly, his nails digging sharply into his own palm. 'Calm down you ******** idiot. Can you do your job or not? Oh what the hell am I saying, of course you ******** can't.'

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Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know? Can I take another step? I've done everything I can. All the people that I see, I will never understand. If I find a way to change, if I step into the light... Then I'll never be the same and it all will fade to white. Ever on and on, I continue circling with nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony. Till slowly I forget, and my heart starts vanishing. And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity. With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony to tell me who I am, who I was. Uncertainty enveloping my mind, till I can't break free.

roseus exinani

[Roseus Exinani]

✚✚ＭＡＴＴＨＩＵＳ ☩ ＧＯＴＨＡＳ ✬✬ the doctor

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I will carry on with every rising SUN ✸ ≼≼ All hesitation will fade!
<< No longer will I let the past >> Hold me back!⇦⇦
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ So now no matter how I'm кηocкє∂ αяoυη∂ Or ｂｅａｔｅｎ ｄｏｗｎ
I will { stand up ＲＥＳＴＯＲＥＤ❣❣❣ }



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Continuing his paperwork, Matthius only managed to glance up when he heard Desmond move around. To be honest, he was shocked that he even spoke back, but then again, he had no idea how the nurse expected Matthius to act either. That was one of the many awkward things about working with a relative’s ex. One party always thought the other would act a certain way and it would just make things awkward, but Matthius didn’t see why it had to be that way. Yes, Axel was his cousin, but from what he was told, every party had a hand in what happened. No one was entirely the bad guy and no one was a total victim either. So if Desmond honestly thought the doctor was going to treat him badly for what happened, he was wrong. The whole situation was something he preferred to stay out of and he hoped that the other people in their family would do the same.

At the same time, he didn’t expect his nurse not to feel awkward around him. Letting out a simple “okay” when Desmond spoke of making a house call, Matthius didn’t bother asking which patient he was visiting. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Desmond just wanted to get away for a bit. After all, he came back to a town that had a lot of mixed memories for him. However, that wasn’t going to keep the doctor from wanting Desmond from doing his job. There was a time and place for everything. “… After that little awkward moment, I’m glad Axel doesn’t know he’s back. I can only imagine how things would be if the man came to work with me...” He sighed. Of course, he knew the whole thing could blow up in his face if his cousin realized Matthius didn’t tell him as soon as possible, but for now… The doctor wanted his family to be drama free. There was so much of that going on right now and no one needed anymore of it.

Getting back to his work, Matthius adjusted his glasses and put his focus onto what seemed to be like a paper ocean of boring facts. Personally, the doctor just wanted to focus on whoever came into the clinic, but it couldn’t be that simple. He had to read the notes that the doctor before him left and on top of that, he had to update it. This was the boring side of being a doctor, but hey, Matthius was living his dream. Then again... Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he hired an intern or something. Of course, he wouldn’t make them do all the paperwork, but with the way things were with Desmond… There needed to be someone he could talk to without feeling like… Well feeling awkward. “Ugh, some of these people have yet to get a checkup. I wonder if there needs to be a call system or something to remind people.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Yeah, the idea of an intern was becoming way more agreeable by the minute now.

location: { clinic } company: { no one } mood: { hmmm } outfit: { x } journal: { x }



Plasmavore




octoasprime

[Roseus Exinani]

✧Carpenter Azure Ðawson
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▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Count the bricks along the wall Feel the silence start to fall ⇣⇣ Isn't much that can be said

when our fairy tale ✩✩✩ is DEAD
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☾☾☾when the moon begins to rise ⇞⇞ ⊰ you'll see fire in my eyes ⊱

So go on
Try to look away ↺↺ YOU KNOW I'M TOO FAR GONE TO SAVE⇦⇦



Coming out of the shower, Azure was up and ready to work. Today was going to be like any other day for the carpenter. Thankfully, it was also the beginning of fall, which was a season he was quite fond of. Not only did that mean he wouldn’t have to go to the beach. Not that there was anything wrong with the beach, but he just couldn’t stand walking around in the sand. It just made him look big and awkward. Also, a lot of the foods he enjoyed were often served during this season, which meant he would actually eat something beyond the supplements he had in his house.

Drying his hair and carefully getting dressed, Azure made sure to fasten his leg brace on before grabbing his cane. Now normally, he would’ve been up already and out on his morning jog, but the weather didn’t agree with him and he wanted to head to the workshop on time. Going to the kitchen to take one of his supplements, the carpenter blinked his pale eyes when Rex tugged on his pants leg. The man could tell the German Sheppard was hungry and filled up his bowls before patting the dog’s head. “I almost forgot about you… Good thing you’re always here to remind of your presence huh?” He said softly. Smiling a bit when Rex barked as a response, Azure quietly perked his head up when he heard someone knocking on his door.

Putting his usual quiet look on his face, Azure wondered who in the world would be visiting him before work. He knew for a fact that it wasn’t his brother considering how he was working too and most of his customers knew when the store was actually open. Letting his cane tap around as he walked up to his front door, the carpenter opened it and stared out towards whoever it was who was visiting him. “Yes? Can I help you?” He asked quietly. From what he could tell, Azure had no way of knowing who the person was before him. Their… Aura didn’t seem familiar at all, but it didn’t take much for him to tell that the person was off in some kind of way. Hell, he felt a bit awkward for them, but one couldn’t tell by looking at him.

location: { home } company: { rex and some person.. } mood: { curious } outfit: { x } journal: { x }

Plasmavore

[Roseus Exinani]

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ＣｏｒｙＧｏｔｈａｓ

To change the ＷＯＲＬＤ and MYSELF I shall believe in what I can achieve ❣❣

No longer will I falterxxxx Nor I worry or doubtxxxx ▶I won't tremble anymore◀ I will ＦＩＧＨＴ ♧♧

▷▷▷▷ WHEN YOU GAVE ME THE ⇨ＣＯＵＲＡＧＥ⇦ to stand and take ACTION❣❣

It gave me the HOPE I thought I lost long ago ↘↘ I now see the ＳＵＮ and now my heart knows no limits ≺ Today I shall start living my life ANEW ≻

Now in his own little world, Cory was writing up a storm. Despite how calm he appeared on the outside, the writer had nothing but turmoil of all sorts of emotions deep down and he was using those various emotions to help inspire his writing. It was also an outlet for him to use when it came to his urges for smoking since usually, he’d be stomping around. With Maxwell now living with him, Cory couldn’t afford to do anything that would scare the poor thing and knew that the bad habit would harm the poor boy’s lungs as he had cystic fibrosis. Alcohol was obviously not an option, since he would be having someone who was trying to quit the stuff visiting his place and that was something he would turn to in the past. He had to keep reminding himself that he was doing the right thing for his son and family… Although it wasn’t fair that Axel was picking up those same habits while Cory was trying to kick them. Ah well, he’d deal with that later.

Stopping his pen when he heard a knock on the door, the writer assumed that it was Cecily and got up slowly. Well, he had to know she was going to show up eventually so he might as well get it over with. Putting up his notebook, Cory propped his glasses up onto his head and walked over to the door, opening it. However, while the writer wanted to give her a smile, the scent of nicotine made his eyes widen for a bit. Okay really? The woman smoked? Looking away as the urge to light his own cigarette began to rise; Cory shoved his hand into his pocket and grabbed a piece of gum, popping it into his mouth. Now obviously this was the kind of gum that smokers chewed to keep them from smoking, but he just hopped it would do while that familiar scent was still around. Relaxing a bit as the gum set in, the writer glanced over back to the woman before him. “Ahem… Welcome Cecily. Come on in.” He said, motioning for her to come on right inside. Closing the door the moment she walked in, Cory quickly led her into the living room and sat down on his couch.

Putting his glasses back on, the writer tried to relax as he grabbed another notebook. Now he wasn’t getting ready to back to his own work. No, this notebook for him to write down Cecily’s progress of becoming sober and he was to make sure to hand it to Matthius every week. Ugh, yeah he and his cousin were going to have long talk about him suddenly giving Cory this responsibility. Putting down the date and time, the writer let his blue violet eyes look up at Cecily before speaking up again. “Okay, well, since it’s so early in the morning, we don’t have to start going into what I’ll be doing as your sponsor just yet. For now, just tell how your first couple of days without alcohol has been going.” He explained. The writer, despite him not actually working, was in his work mode persona, but at the same time, how could he be taken seriously if he acted as he usually did around his friends and family? This whole situation was no joke and he wanted to be as clear as he could about his intentions.

How do I feel:Ugh...
Who am I with:Cecily
Where am I:Home
What am I wearing:x
Journal:x

Kabuki Doll

[Xelsae]

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Aloha e aloha e. 'Ano 'ai ke aloha e. Aloha ae aloha e. A nu ay ki aloha e. There’s no place I’d rather be - Than on my surfboard out at sea. Lingering in the ocean blue. And If I had one wish come true: I’d surf till the sun sets beyond the horizon. A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi. Lawe mai i ko papa he'e nalu. Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride. A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi. La we mai iko papa he na lu. Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha. O ka moana hanupanupa. Lalala i kala hanahana. Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one. Helehele mai kakou e - Hawaiian roller coaster ride. There’s no place I’d rather be than on the seashore dry, wet free; On golden sand is where I lay. And if I only had my way, I'd play til the sun sets beyond the horizon. Lalala i kala hanahana, Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one. It’s time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride. Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka - No worry, no fear, ain't no biggie braddah. Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out - Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out. Looking for the wipeout, Let's get jumpin', surf's up and pumpin' coastin' with the motion of the ocean. Whirlpools swirling, cascading, twirling. Hawaiian roller coaster ride.

▄▀█ ⊐ ʟocᴀтιoɴ :: Salon ⊏ █▀▄ - - ▄▀█ ⊐ мooᴅ :: Nice ⊏ █▀▄ - - ▄▀█ ⊐ coмpᴀɴʏ :: Westley ⊏ █▀▄ - - ▄▀█ ⊐ cʟoтнιɴg :: Dancer ⊏ █▀▄

"Buttons..?" Kaeloni asked, not sure where he got the nickname buttons from. It didn't sound anything like her name, and she wasn't wearing any clothing with buttons on it. Perhaps it was a nickname that he meant for her in a nice way - as if she were as cute as a button or something, so she didn't take offense to it. At least, until she felt otherwise. She looked down at his hand - half shocked and half uncomfortable - that grabbed onto the hem of her shirt. Seeing as she was wearing a crop top as she does most days, especially days when she works because she dances in them, his hand being on the hem of her shirt left his hand being around her midsection instead of her hip area and she watched him carefully, trying to assess if he was really just that ballsy, or what his deal was. But she kept her words to herself, because despite him being so close to her chest area, and touching some of her skin, she was strangely not uncomfortable enough to yell at him for it. Perhaps it was because she often told people to feel her abs, and had people adjust her top all the time as a dancer, and to make her "gorgeous" with clothing and whatever.

Whatever. She sat down in the chair and sucked on her lower lip nervously as he almost instantly got to work on her hair. She was simple with the things she did - except for clothing. She brushed it and either straightened it or curled it depending on her mood - rarely did she have it up, unless her costume for that day at work called for it, or if it was just too damn hot to deal with it. So she sat silently - every so often making a weird face, because she wasn't too used to having her hair messed with - and watched Westley in the mirror as he worked on her hair. He really seemed to know what he was doing, and she had no idea what he was doing. Or what his vision even was. Hopefully it either looked nice, or would come out easily so she could go to work without much trouble. She'd imagine her boss wouldn't be happy if his dancer looked terrible. "At least I don't have to worry about them falling out when I dance, later, then." she commented back, when he mentioned how long it would take to remove the pins.

That would probably be even worse than her having an ugly hairstyle. With an ugly hairstyle, she could lie and say it was traditional and get away with it. If her hair fell out of style mid-dance, unless she made it part of the choreography, it would be terrible. He took out a took she recognized as a curling iron and finished off her hair with some curls, and once he removed the iron and unplugged it, she checked out his work. It was nice. She still wasn't used to being used as a doll by Julius - and now by Westley - but... she felt pretty when they were done, so she wasn't going to complain. Of course, she wasn't left staring at herself for too long, because Westley plopped himself onto her lap and made himself comfortable. She looked at him quizzically. "I'm guessing it's a hobby of yours to make yourself comfortable in someone else's personal space?" she commented, though her tone wasn't mean - instead, it truly sounded as if she was asking. He was starting to remind her more and more of Julius, though, because he did stuff like this often. He even stretched out when he sat on Kaeloni's lap like this, and the only thing that was missing was the scent of Julius' strawberry shampoo. That, and Kaeloni actually found Westley attractive while she couldn't get past the brotherly-feel that Julius had to her, to be attracted to him in any sense of the word.

"Three." Kaeloni replied. "Pastel Purple, Rosey Pink and Grass Green." she added to him, unsure as to why he'd ask her that question. Since he was sitting on her lap, she wasn't sure if he was going to add color to her hair (and if so, green wasn't exactly an option) so perhaps he was just making small talk. Which was still kinda weird, with how close he was to her. She wiggled one of her hands loose from under him, and pulled the top of her top up, to cover a tiny bit more of her cleavage. "Usually people ask me to sit on their lap, not the other way around. You're pretty comfortable here, aren't you?" she asked him, curiously. She, thankfully, was able to filter her mouth because the very next thought might have offended him if he heard it. He was unconsciously reminding her of a dancer - much physical contact, flirting, and finding comfort being in someone else's personal space. Perhaps that's why she wasn't too shocked by him doing this - she's dealt with things of the like before, and it wouldn't be surprising if she subconsciously recognized how a dancer does things like this, rather than your average joe.






Plasmavore

[kotaro17]

~Rita Merzeh~

"Animal Tamer Extraordinaire"

"Hmm...Did I mess things up...no no it can't be that right...I'm sure it's fine. Oh Theo~" Rolling around on her bed, Rita the Rancher of Star Valley was thinking about the events a week or so ago. During the Firefly festival, when they lit lanterns and sent them off into the night, she had seen Theo there. The two had spoken and gotten things out between them, to some resolution, that they could be friends again. Though the woman wanted something more, or at least to confess to him she'd thought about something more.

She'd sprung on him and kissed him with all the passion she'd held back years before, when he'd walked her home. Rita was about to just leave it at that and go home, but instead she turned and ran back to Theo and practically tackled him, kissing him throwing everything she felt into it and confessed the feelings she'd had for Theo for years. Afterwards of course, the poor circus ring leader looked so confused. She could understand he needed a little time to think. Because as he'd seen it all this time the two were friends and like family. So she let him go to think about it, so they could talk later.

Rita was just glad to have gotten that all out, though as a week had passed, she felt a little nagging sensation about that, worried Theo wouldn't speak with her. Of course as she got herself up from her bed and ready to work for a little while that morning, she checked the mailbox and got a surprise. It was an invitation to the opening of the Circus it had finally been all setup and ready for people to see it. Hers had a little added bit on the back of the card, a P.S. from Theo, asking her to come by so they could speak.

Smiling about that afterwards, just glad finally for being contacted, she went about the Ranch and proceeded to feed all the animals and clean up any mess in the barns before she headed out to the circus. It wasn't too far from the Ranch since it was out in that Countryside area because there was more space for it then. Once there, she poked her head in the big top tent, looking around. "Hellooooo~ Theoooo~ Anybody here?" Curious, though she took a moment as she walked in further into the big top. "Oh wow...this looks amazing, you really did a great job Theo." Now, she knew he wasn't standing there right then talking with her, but she was saying the thought aloud, that he had done a good job with the circus here. Being in here brought back some memories, thinking back to when she'd been part of a circus with Theo. Raki was sitting nearby watching as she was taking in the sight.

"A Real wild child"

Primadonut

[[ Kratos Aurion ]]

His thoughts were accurate, though. Aqua may be the luckiest one of the three "guardians" who worked directly under the king. Akuhei was forced to believe that she was a human. That and looking at Lamya, Aqua knew that the other demon was hiding something. Aqua on the other hand, was lucky enough to have had encountered the Demon King himself. He saved it from a life time of wandering from place to place, looking for its sense of belonging. Secondly, he gave it a human form that could allow her to move from one place to the next without standing out like a sore thumb. That, and he might had chosen her appearance at the moment because it might be easier to trick mortals when she looked innocent enough to blend in.

"This time," she began, almost silently. Her hatred of the Goddess was strong enough that the thought of inflicting pain on her, the Harvest King, and their guardians was the only thought strong enough to actually make her smile genuinely. "I won't fail. I'll take her down even if it cost me my life."

Although she was gladdened by the fact that she was reunited with her master, it was still a saddening thought that he may not be able to weild her as he once was. Aqua had her own negative thoughts building up as it already was and anyone who wasn't mentally stable or strong enough may also be overcome by her emotions. Mostly due to the fact that her weilder's rage would affect her state and she would actually try to amplify her weilder's negative emotion. That was pretty much the secret behind the reason that only Inanimis was the only one who can use her in battles. Anyone who went mad while weilding her lost their lives in her hands. "It will be only a matter of time before you regain what you have lost. I feel like the Goddess also lost her powers, and if I am correct, then she will not be able to recover unless people start believing in her again."

So. Lamya and Akuhei were trying to blend in with humans, taking various jobs. It was just what Aqua did when she was trying to make her way back to Star Valley. The two of them must be having better luck than Aqua. The reason why she took longer in returning was that she ended up messing here and there. When she tried working as a baker or a chef, everything she made ended up being too sweet if not too spicy. Sometimes, when she made cookies, they ended up being charcoals. Those colorful breads she made turned to be rock hard. "I would go down the village to find jobs, but I'd rather stay here. Most human jobs doesn't suit me very well and... I might imbue my boss bad thoughts just as I attempted with you a few times."


Roseus Exinani



★ Company: Inan
★ Location: the ol' abandoned shrine

[Patronizing Prince]

☢. D E S M O N D
S T A N C I L
Where? Azure's home. ☢ With? Azure. ☢ How ya doin'? No. ☢ Journal :: Coming soon!

Desmond flinched when Azure opened the door. Now that he was actually face to face with a person, he was even more on edge than he had been before.

'Come on you stupid ********, say something. Speak. It's not that hard.'

"I-I-... I." He stammered, taking in another deep breath to try and calm himself down. "H-Hello... I. Ah, my... Name. Is D-Desmond. I'm the nurse at the c-clinic... I, ah..."

'What were you even thinking coming here? If he hasn't come in, he obviously doesn't want to be bothered by you.'

"... W-Went through our files... And saw you... H-Hadn't been in since you m-moved here. WhichIsupposemeansyou'reprobablyreallygoodatyourwork..." He said, trying to force himself to talk, which ended up with all of the words running together.

'He probably can't understand you, ********]

"I ah... S-Saw in your file... That last time you w-were in to a clinic... Y-You hadn't been e-eating, so I just wanted to check in..." He finally finished, letting out a gigantic sigh. Why was talking so hard? Why was it necessary? Why weren't humans telepathic yet? Actually, that would be absolutely terrible in Desmond's case.

"May I come in...?" He asked, managing no stutter or pauses, but his voice was steeped in the sound of defeat. He blushed, and was actually rather thankful that the man he was talking to was blind. He couldn't see that Desmond wasn't making eye contact, or even really looking at him at all. He couldn't see how much he was fidgeting or shaking. It was really a Godsend.

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Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know? Can I take another step? I've done everything I can. All the people that I see, I will never understand. If I find a way to change, if I step into the light... Then I'll never be the same and it all will fade to white. Ever on and on, I continue circling with nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony. Till slowly I forget, and my heart starts vanishing. And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity. With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony to tell me who I am, who I was. Uncertainty enveloping my mind, till I can't break free.

roseus exinani

[Patronizing Prince]

ღ. W E S T L E Y ♦ C O O P E R
Where? The Salon ♦ With? Some babe ♦ How ya doin'? Alright ♦ Journal :: [ ♦ ] Coming soon!

You can’t stop the hands from movin on the clock. You can’t speak about the secrets that you wanna keep… Take a turn at the wheel – I wanna feel the air.

"Oh, you dance?" Westley asked cheerfully. He really loved coming into other people with experience as dancers, even though his own experience was on the shadier side of the profession. At her question about personal space, Westley just laughed. "I don't really believe in personal space, if you get what I'm saying. It's just something made up. Like time, or the days of the week." He explained.

His face lit up when she mentioned her favorite colors. "Oh, good! They're nice and light. They'll show up great. And the warmer colors will really help balance out your hair and bring out your eyes." He said cheerfully. When she questioned his willingness to just sit on somebody's lap, he figured he should just come out with it, though. It's not like he wasn't proud of his accomplishments in life.

"Well, I tend to do things a little differently than most people." He started as he gathered the colors he wanted to work with, having her close her eyes as he added a primer to her eyelids. "When I was pretty young, I ran away from home. No real reason, to tell you the truth. Just thought it'd be fun. I was homeless for a long time, and it was pretty much right up my alley. But after a while, I thought it'd be nice to have some income- Have a roof over my head, and help out the family I'd sort of formed on the streets. So I became a stripper." He explained as he started to apply the makeup, using the purple as a liner color. He took the green and used it for her lids, then the pink as a nice accent. "After a while doing that, you forget that this sort of thing isn't normal." He said with a laugh, as if he'd ever had a concept of normal. By the time his explanation was done, so was the majority of her make up. He'd focused mainly on her eyes, but had added a few highlights to her face as well. He grabbed a tube off the counter, holding it out to her.

"Here, you can do the mascara yourself. I don't want to jab you on accident."

xelsae

[kotaro17]

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⒲ho: Amilia ⒲here: Farm ⒲hat: Journal

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The Firefly Festival had been an…interesting night, and well spent with Meridia. The two had been rather emotional that night, with no real explanation for it. Eryn had felt some deep grieving feeling when he’d woken that day, and it appeared Meridia had a similar sensation. Something fateful seeming was going on, that the two seemed connected in such a way by such a feeling, something they could share for the evening. They had shared it, and lit lanterns together to send off with everyone else’s. Now while they couldn’t explain what was going on that night, it had brought them closer. It had ended with Meridia falling asleep beside Eryn in the sand, and him bringing her to his home and tucked her in to sleep. Laying with her and just cuddling together for the night.

Now about a week later, spending a few days here and there with Meridia, she even came over and harvested the end of season crops with he and Amilia, the farmhand here. Amilia was definitely a quirky seeming person, she always seemed to spend more time out around the crops and he hadn’t really gotten to hang around long enough to see what it was she was doing, but he often heard music being played outside or coming from her little house on the farm at some hours of the day.

It had been a pretty productive week all in all, and the soil had gotten a couple days break between the Summer Harvest and the start of Fall, where nothing was planted in it. Now Fall 1, Eryn was up early and eating a bit of breakfast before he would go out and start working, though he suspected Amilia was already out and about starting her day. Though the seeds for the season, he had a few inside here with him, he’d picked them up the other day from the General Store. But he had a shipment of more seasonal seeds coming in, they would have to go pick up at the Store to plant.

Getting himself up and out, Eryn stepped out of his home on the Farm there, walking out to see indeed that Amilia had been busy at work already. ”Good Morning Amilia, I see you’re ready to start off this new season. We should have some interesting things to harvest this season.” Walking over to her, showing her the sacks of seeds he’d just taken outside with him. ”This isn’t all of them of course, I’m expecting a shipment of more to come into the General Store…it might already be there, or by tomorrow. But for now I’ve got some Eggplant seeds and Yams since those two take the longest to grow for the season, and produce the most, we want to have them starting at the beginning of this season.” There were two heavy sacks filled with the seeds, one with eggplant and one with yams. He went and took a set of tools, ”So we can each take a sack and start going down the rows and tilling and seeding.” So like one take eggplant and one take yams to plant.

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CaptainXXMorgan