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Report | 08/22/2016 1:58 pm

Femme Feral

}{ Hey,m sorry I haven't be able to be on and active more. Work has been.... well.... extremely stressful as of late. It's as if people forget common decency when they go to a Hotel. And that's also the staff! I'll be sure to get some replies your way. I can't access Gaia at work due to it being blocked on the work computers, but I'll get to it. <3

Report | 08/21/2016 9:22 am

Princess Arcee

I'm doing okay, been working a bunch and just got over a 24 hour bug ;.;

Report | 08/20/2016 11:31 pm

Vengeance of Night

[ I saw your post, I realize where you're coming from. Whether it being all of your accounts deactivated, I wish you good fortune to whatever you decide on doing. In my view: since the fall of my being here back half a decade ago, you were one of the newcomers. Now, you're a fully pledged 'RP veteran' for Gaia. I don't expect of you doing any less of what you've been thinking about recently, considering how long you've been here. Nonetheless, since my return you were one of the few that I reconnected with in this vast void that is the DC Rping community. It might not be so active right now, but I suppose people will come around. I hope they do 'cause I'm planning to stay for a while, and I wouldn't know if I can continue if I didn't have a few good Rogues to stop and lockup every once in a while.

Report | 06/16/2016 1:35 pm

Princess Arcee

(It's fine and I'm doing well <3 how are you doing?)

Report | 06/16/2016 1:17 pm

Princess Arcee

The Duchess hummed a tune softly to herself. She didn't really feel remorse at the soon-to-be loss of Mr Sawamoto. After all, she had seen his type. She knew what they were like. A blight on society and the women of Gotham. No one would mourn his loss, except perhaps his family in Japan who had no idea what kind of degenerate their son had become. Smiling, Duchess handed her notes to Scarecrow to allow him to see. Her handwriting was neat, but she had a girlish tendency to loop her letters a bit. ...at least she didn't dot her i's with hearts. That would have been weird, even for her.

Hmmm'ing softly, Duchess placed her hands behind her back and then nodded towards St. Bastien's. "How about a sort of picnic? I need to go change, of course, but let's say we meet up at that lovely place in an hour and a half. I'll bring a basket and after we eat, you can show me around and explain what the rooms were used for and such. I imagine there's all sorts of old treasures left behind!" Turning to look at Scarecrow, she cast him a playful grin. Tucking her notes into the labcoat pocket, she slipped it off and carefully handed it to him for him to return to his lab. Also, because if she got held up anywhere, she didn't want those notes to incriminate her! "Besides, going home to change gives me a chance to pack. So I'll meet you at the entrance to dear St. Bastien's and it'll be a date! See you in a few~" and then she was gone, running like Cinderella into the darkness at midnight, her gown she was still wearing from the earlier party trailing behind her.

Arcee giggled to herself. Her cheeks were flushed and she easily hailed a cab once near the road and went back to her apartment. Her mind was still in a muddle. Was she really doing this? Yes.. yes she was. Trying to rational it to herself, this way she could make money- easier and safer than patching up dear old Oswald's men. But- could one ever truly be safe working with Scarecrow? She thought so. Maybe. But it was a quicker path to her dream of dancing on stage. After paying for the cab, she continued inside her home and continued to think as she showered. It was dangerous what she was doing, but she knew that. She wasn't a complete idiot. But her dream was important to her. Important enough that she would break the law. There was still that annoying whisper that hissed in the back of her mind that she was 'pulling a Harley Quinn' but- she wasn't! She wouldn't get that... stupid. The few times she met Harley, she seemed like a nice enough girl, if a little loopy, but personally, Arcee felt that Harley had thrown her life away. But then again, who was she to judge? Sighing, Arcee pulled on clean clothes, settling on a black sweater, black knee length pleated skirt, and black thigh-high stockings. As she pulled on her black ballet flats, she couldn't help but to burst into giggles. She was dressing like she was going to a funeral. But then a sobering thought flittered across her mind as she realized that it could all be true- a funeral for herself, if she wasn't careful.

Report | 06/10/2016 3:19 pm

Femme Feral

Posted~ Sorry, she started freaking out. XD;;

Report | 06/07/2016 6:19 am

Femme Feral

I'll try to post tomorrow.. Work wiped me out today.

Report | 06/05/2016 3:02 pm

Princess Arcee

The Duchess gave him a mock pout as he addressed her. Faced a fear- bah! She wouldn't admit that just being- well, here, was giving her a slight fright. After all, Scarecrow wasn't exactly mentally stable (but then who really was? after all, they all lived in Gotham) and there was always an off chance that he might suddenly turn on her. But wasn't that the way most of the world worked? People using people to better their own means and who cared about the collateral damage? Her lips pursed tightly and she rubbed her arms to ward off the chill night air.

Quietly watching, Duchess smiled a bit as Crane talked about retirement. Would he ever truly retire? She didn't think so. He was too addicted to his work. And as he spoke about retirement, she immediately curled her lip at the thought of retirement in the Bahamas. No, she wouldn't go there. Much too hot and she burned easily. But a castle sounded lovely! How romantic! She could make picnics for them on nice days and- wait, why was she thinking about retiring with Dr Crane?! The poor girl's cheeks flamed crimson and she looked away quickly.

Giving a jolt, the Duchess looked up as she was called and she quickly pulled out her little clipboard and began to jot down notes. Foolish of her to get caught up in her thoughts. Ah well, it did muffle out the sound of screaming. Speaking of sound.. it was loud and she hoped it didn't bring any unwanted notice. But she trusted everything was fine. Humming a soft tune, she continued to make notes, detailing how Mr Sawamoto seemed not-too-pleased with the bugs. In fact, he didn't even seem to be noticed he was being buried- until the dirt hit his face!

Report | 06/01/2016 2:02 am

Femme Feral

Taaaag~

Report | 05/27/2016 11:10 am

Femme Feral

Replied, sorry it's so small. I needed to actually get the cops in there XD lol

Report | 05/25/2016 8:47 am

Femme Feral

Posting tag~

Report | 05/24/2016 2:22 am

Femme Feral

I can't wait to see how it all unfolds in the future. She has potential to be both a heroine and a villainess. Its like flirting with danger... Just can't avoid the moth to the flame reference... Or scarecrow fear toxin, as it were. I actually just had a dream of her finding out about his alter ego... It didn't turn out well. >_<;

Report | 05/21/2016 11:55 pm

Femme Feral

)( I did. Sorry I check it every day but Gaia is blocked at work. I have to use my phone at work and it Bella hard to use it for big posts. So then I have a small window in the Morning after work to post. I'll get to it very soon, promises~

Report | 05/04/2016 10:21 am

Princess Arcee

Arcee relaxed in the hearse, staring out the window, watching as rain danced its way down the glass. Gotham was rather pretty in the rain. But much like a ballerina's foot, behind the pretty slipper facade was a tough foot with blisters and sores. Gotham had a crime problem. And- well, now she was kind of part of the problem. But was it so wrong to want to help her dream? And to help others? By offing Mr Sawamoto, who knows how many people she saved from developing a drug habit or being forced into prostitution! So didn't that kind of make her a hero? Ugh, all this moral stuff was giving her a headache!

Once at the cemetery, Duchess flashed the Scarecrow a smile and then closed the back of the hearse as instructed, careful not to slam it, lest it make too much noise. Wouldn't want to be interrupted. And then the girl positively grit her teeth. Asking her to pick up those THINGS?! He knew she didn't like them! Giving a huff to express her displeasure, the red-haired girl went and reached for the jar. Her pale hand hovered over the jar for a moment and then she slowly picked it up, making a face. Ugh!!! How gross! Nose wrinkled a bit, she held the jar far out away from her and then went to hand it to the Little Crow. "Here are your... bugs."

Report | 04/22/2016 5:40 am

Princess Arcee

Arcee smiled a bit and then readied the sedative, handing it over to the doctor carefully. She resisted the urge to giggle. This all felt so strangely unreal, like some kind of odd game. The game of life! This time she had to purse her lips together to not chuckle out loud. Goodness, wouldn't want to distract the Little Crow! He probably wouldn't be pleased if she bothered his work or caused some kind of accident or error.

"Trip?" she asked in confusion, following after him, steady in her high heels. She peered curiously at the snakes and rats in the cages, letting out a coo of delight at seeing a particularly pink hued snake. How cute! But then she saw the dog and her eyes widened. "A puppy!" she exclaimed, though it was clear the dog was far from being a puppy. "You'll have to introduce us later." She told Scarecrow in a firm way, showing that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Turning to him, she immediately blanched at the sight of the jar of bugs! How gross! Making sure to keep a good distance away from the jar, she clutched her clipboard to her chest and followed the Scarecrow and patient into the elevator and then outside, heading for the car. Just what did he have in mind?

Report | 04/21/2016 6:17 am

Princess Arcee

I've currently been fighting with my pharmacy, trying to get my medicine I need for my eyes. And it's not going well. I don't know what's going on, if the problem is on my doc's end or the pharmacy's end or what. I'm using Target pharmacy, which is switching/partnering with CVS pharmacy now, so... I don't know if it has to do with that, or what. And it's been seriously stressing me out, that's why I haven't responded yet to our rp's. I plan on getting around to it soon, probably later today/tonight. Thanks for being so patient with me <3

Report | 04/13/2016 10:50 pm

Vengeance of Night

No s**t? Haha that's cool. Well since you are already are in the guild I was talking about, maybe we can use Scarecrow as the main antagonist. Although I would prefer Joker to be in on it as well. Like I said though, in the meantime I'll just be working on the gears till I make this machine work.

Report | 04/13/2016 7:07 am

Vengeance of Night

I've been making plans on an Arkham event that will take place on the HvV guild. Been looking for some antagonists that could take part of the plot, just need to be sure of the certain activity of who will participate. If you are interested, let me know.

Report | 04/04/2016 6:12 pm

Princess Arcee

I don't know what I did to it, but it hurts like something awful.
I've been taking hydrocodones cause asprin isn't doing anything. :c
The only thing I can think of is that I slept on it wrong somehow :/
like- really wrong :c

Report | 04/01/2016 7:36 pm

Princess Arcee

The Duchess positively beamed at the Scarecrow. "Dinner sounds lovely." she said, reaching up to tug at a curl of her hair hair. Crap! She was was acting as giddy as a schoolgirl on her first date! How embarrassing! She blushed and then looked down at the clipboard chart she still held, looking, but not really seeing. It was just a way for her to control the redness of her cheeks. Because she was sure if she blushed any harder, she would burst into flames. ...hmm, speaking of that, she wondered if the Good Doctor believed in human combustion.

Looking up from the notes, Arcee listened as he spoke. She slipped a pen out of the lab coat pocket and jotted down Katsaridaphobia and Musophobia. Information that sounded perhaps important and she was sure the Scarecrow would want it noted. "Well, I must confess that I'm not fond of cockroaches myself. Now, rats and mice I can deal with. They're even sort of cute. But-" she broke off a moment to look up at him with a determined look. "If you do plan on... burying him, I must insist you go with the... roaches." her lip curled a bit. "I don't want any mice or rats being hurt."

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