I'm terribly bored and haven't roleplayed in ages. :c
I only ask for two things: that participants have some kind of established relationship with my characters (even if just as an acquaintance), and that you join in an ongoing roleplay if you wanted to interact with that character and they're taken. It makes for more fun and less awkward. C:
Occasional shortposts and stuff is okay, just make it readable and you're good to go. Deer and human are both fine.
Yay! I'd love for a
I'll wait and see if anyone is interested.
Yes, yes, I like this idea.
MEOW. God flef, your
Aegle was in New York again, for no particular reason. She had recently decided to go on a spontaneous vacation and the first plane tickets she found were to New York City, go figure. She had bought a quaint hotel room on the outskirts of the city. It reeked a musty smell and was extremely dark and dreary. Upon arriving she knew she would avoid the room at all costs. Not only that but the front manager was a complete creep. She left without looking back and made her way to the nearest subway station.
She had no where to go in particular so she studied the subway map carefully: 33rd Street, Astor Place, and Graham Ave. There were so many names and colors it actually stunned her a bit. She'd never taken the subway before. She closed her eyes and pressed her finger randomly onto the map, Franklin Street. After a few line changes she arrived at her unknown destination. She walked up the stairs only to be surrounded by many buildings and for some reason she had expected something more interesting. She now remembered why she hated the city, it was all the same. And she began walking down the side of the street, weaving between the hordes of people.
Aegle: Afternoon city crowds
Afternoon city crowds and their incessant drone overpowered the paced scuff sounds made under his black leather shoes, briskly making his way along the sidewalk. He only kept his head down, watching each grime-dotted concrete square pass by, heading at least two more blocks northwest toward the station where it was easy to take advantage of the commuter parking. The plastic bag hooked around his wrist swung lightly at his side. Of the keyring holding two keys stuffed in his back pocket, one was jammed into the lock beneath the streamlined chrome door handle of the black car he approached. He slid the plastic bag under the seat, slammed the door shut and locked it again, testing the handle quickly before stepping away. And unseemly it looked, it was a rather pricey purchase. But appropriate for it's occasion.
Nonetheless, he had other places to be. The man cleared his throat and made his way back into the midst of inner city bustle. The mass of people, in numbers like these, seemed almost significant. Like a nest of ants; indiscernible, individually worthless. No one ever stuck out anymore- enough city life and you've seen everything. That wasn't to stop him in his tracks with a dreadful kick in the gut of realization. Only a few short paces away was a painfully familiar face. Oh fuck. Never had he wanted more to bypass the woman without so much as looking in her direction, but in the way he had frozen in place directly in front of her, their eyes had already met.
She had been looking down at
She had been looking down at her feet while walking on the sidewalk. She made her way anxiously through the crowds, avoiding eye contact with nearly everyone. She held her own hand from behind, a rather awkward position but none the less comfortable. Her eyes flicked up for a second and a figure caught her attention but, she kept walking. She wanted to stop but she could not quite process who or what she had just seen. She slowed down and stopped after a few steps and looked over her shoulder, Masque.
She stood frozen on the sidewalk while people pushed to get around her. Her face was locked in a rather hideous state, a half smirk with fearful eyes. She looked more disgusted then surprised. What was the likelihood of seeing him here, on some random street? Fuck Franklin Street. She made several failed attempts to muster out some form of communication but only grunts and faint noises escaped. She finally cleared her throat and let out an stuttered, "Hello." and a stupid smile. She remained awkwardly frozen with her hands clenched and a dumb expression.
Aegle: There was a glimmer
There was a glimmer of hope as she kept walking, brushed right past him and all his disdainful shock, that maybe she would just keep walking. Maybe she didn't know it was him. Maybe she didn't care. She kept going, but slowed down as the concept dawned on her. And when she stopped to look back, all that hope was gone. Her expression was barely short of an unsettled fear. People continued on around her as if she was wasting their time, standing in the way, knocked around like a little boat in a big storm. Coupled with her pose and expression, it was awkward to watch. Her mouth moved in tiny increments and she may have uttered a word that didn't reach him over the rush of traffic. But she remained standing there expectantly as if waiting for an answer, with a half-smirk.
He narrowed his eyes further and a grimace swept over his mouth. The reasonable half of him wanted to just turn around and keep going, but he felt that giving into the sadistic half that wanted to draw all sorts of harsh things out of her, if only to just shoot them back. His glare lasted for another few seconds before he managed to growl a few strung-together words. "The fuck are you doing here?"
[I can just imagine this in
She knew he would only mutter something hurtful at her. She expected his answer and was actually amused by it. She rolled her eyes and began walking towards him. She was getting uncomfortable with the many glares they were receiving from the people hurrying by but she stayed calm. She stood within a foot or two of him and began to speak in a calm manner, "Honestly, I was just visiting. It was the only place I could find a plane ticket on a short notice so I decided to come. I didn't expect to see you here, I actually came to this street at random." She tried to find something to say, something that may make him stay around for awhile and at least listen to her. From the looks of it he wanted her gone as soon as possible. She began to shift her body around to take her leave before abruptly stopping.
She stared back him and realized there was only one way to deal with him. Her voice grew tense,"We are going out to eat, right now. You decide because I have no fucking idea where I am. And I really think we need to talk."
(lol I think a shouting match
As she paced closer, he leaned away as if avoiding catching the plague. The grimace turned to a sneer as he listened to her speak. "That's bullshit." He asserted. No fucking way she'd just run into him on a random street at a random time on a random trip in this fucking city. The uneasy thought that she was following him crossed his mind. She had to know he would have been in this spot, today, at this time. She had to have been playing it off as a coincidence. These things don't just happen.
The relief that comforted him when she abruptly turned away vanished the next second when she looked back, with a new wave of determination in her eyes. The man blinked, disbelievingly, when she proposed her plan to talk it over somewhere. It was almost angering, the way she was so calm and optimistic. Months ago, he wanted to shout all sorts of venomous things at her when it was damn near impossible to even whisper. And seeing her now, again, was bringing it all back. "You're out of your goddamned mind, sweetheart." He muttered, glaring at her. "If you think you can come up to me and show your face and pretend you didn't do anything-" He caught himself almost yelling at this point, and held back. "...Then you're out of your goddamn mind."
OOOH. Your right. We need
She had hoped that her assertive voice would overpower him in some way but it was no weapon against Masque’s harsh insults. She was sure that he had seen her “calm” act before but he still seemed affected by it slightly. She prepared herself, knowing that Masque acts out of anger and not common sense. It was one of the many unfortunate attributes of Masque, but also one that she had learned from him.
She moved closer to the building off to her right which fenced in the street. She stood more comfortable here, out of people’s vision and hearing. She listened to him and struggle to keep her own mouth shut. She wasn’t phased by his increase in volume though and she simply stared at him. After a while she responded, her voice harsh, “Am I? What is with everyone putting words in my mouth? Fuck, I never said I didn’t do anything wrong. I never acted like it either. I simply wanted to explain what I did wrong.” In her mind she wanted to stay calm but suddenly she snapped on the outside and her soft disposition vanished, “And your such a bastard. I didn’t fucking stalk you around here. I don’t have enough time nor do I care that much. Besides, I would’ve just went to you damn apartment myself. And I only asked if I could talk to somewhere other than on this goddamn street-where everyone can just stare at us.“ She ran her fingers through her hair and looked up with a quiet sigh, one that she hoped would not be heard over the roar of traffic. She stared back at him, her eyes were less tense now and her expression was blank. And she fiddle with an imaginary object in hands.
Aegle: The woman started
The woman started slinking away from the steady stream of people making their way around and between them; their bitter standoff blocking the flow of traffic. His hard stare followed, debating again whether or not to just disappear with the crowds and let sleeping dogs lie. But her mouth opened again with a string of angry words, honest and heartfelt as they may have been, that stung the air surrounding them and kicked up the urges to sling them right back. Once it started, there was no sense in stopping now. What better opportunity than right now to take everything he'd wanted to say and throw it in her face? As much as it was easy to be assured that she wasn't, and never had been, worth the thought, it was too hard to hold back now.
"I don't want to hear your explanation." He interrupted coldly. His right hand clenched subconsciously, nails digging into his palms. They were just feeding off of each other's anger now. "Bullshit. You're just too much of a coward to confront me. I want everyone to stare at us." He waved his hand briefly to gesture around him, fighting to speak through clenched teeth, "Just so they can see how much of a whore you are."
I only have two words for
She pursed her lips slightly as the man's words hit her and left her breathless. He had a lot more to say about the matter than she had expected and he took no time to throw the best insults at her. She was hurt by his accusations, though they were both true. She spoke softly, her voice shaky "Alright, go on. I'm sure they've already noticed I'm whore and if they haven't then let me tell them." She cleared her throat and spoke loudly, "I'm a whore.". The people walking by stared at her for a moment but continued walking. To her relieve most of the people did not seen fazed, it was not the oddest thing they had seen in this city. She felt like she was on one of those reality TV shows and she was playing the main character. An annoying ditsy girl who hooked up with her best friends boyfriend only to be caught in a tangle of drama. The thought made her laugh a little. She looked back at him, "I know I was a coward Masque and I probably still am to some extent. It is the reason I haven't spoken to you, I was scared to do anything else to hurt you and Tuna. And after I stopped seeing you I became fearful of talking to you. And yes, Masque I'm a whore. Get over it, you've known that for far to long. I'm sorry that my best friend happened to be extremely attractive and I had a small crush on him. Then he found someone else and I couldn't get over it. I'm sorry, alright? For fucks sake, your not perfect either."She knew he wanted to say many things to her, many hurtful things. And while one side wanted to avoid the situation and leave, the other wanted to hear what he really had to say. She stared him in the eyes, her mouth wore an smirk, "I'm sure you've got something to say, so please, go on."
[ *eats popcorn* I'd like to
Aegle: (IKNOWRIGHT please
A quiet breeze sifted through them, ruffling through their hair and carrying whatever civility there was left with it. He rolled his chocolaty brown eyes as she addressed the people directly surrounding them with her proclamations. She was getting on his last nerves. "Shut the fuck up, Aegle." He snapped venomously. "Quit drawing attention to yourself for once." Fortunately their exchange was only mildly interesting to passersby; shooting quick questionable glances and moving on. He avoided meeting eyes with the woman except when making his seething remarks, and otherwise would stare hardly in any direction other than straight ahead. And before long, he found himself spitting even more long-repressed lines; mostly forgotten bitter thoughts that were revived and fresh on the mind now with her standing there and vulnerable enough to take them.
"Yeah that's one way to gloss over it. I can't believe how long I put up with your obsession. After all the shit I did for you, trying to stand up for you when everyone else was sick of your bullshit, and you were selfish enough to let your obsession fuck up anything I had going for myself."
Of course he wasn't perfect. More faults than a lot of people, even. But hell if he couldn't let her depart without knowing how much she had singlehandedly run a lot of him to ruin. Her apology came through, but it meant little. There wasn't much she could say at this point to win him over, not before she had heard the extent of what he needed to say.
Masque shrugged, shaking his head minimally. "I don't know why I dealt with you for so long. I never liked you. No one did." Whether or not the statement was true seemed irrelevant, he just wanted to throw out the worst in a sadistic display of torment.
Kaaori: (Whenever you'd like C: )
SO MANY LOW BLOWS SOOOO
She stood there, completely lost. Her body was quivering slightly and her eyes stared down towards his feet. He was right and she knew she had been lying to herself this whole time trying to pretend anyone actually did care about her. But if he hated her this whole time, then why did he put up with it? Why did he lie to her and pretend to care about her? To build her up and then just smash every bit of confidence she tried so hard to obtain. She deserved it. His words hurt more than any wound she had ever received, they hurt more than any other words ever said to her mostly because they were all true.
She clawed at one hand and latched onto it. She allowed her her hair to remain in her face and stood there for a few minutes without answering. Her defeated eyes were looking directly at him though he avoided her gaze.
"I never asked anyone to like me. I always told you all that you were wrong. Masque, thank you. For reminding me that I really am nobody. I don't know why I let myself stray, and to think I actually liked myself for a while." She lets out a small smile, "You would've never known anything if I hadn't been so afraid of losing you. Because, when I lost everyone, you were the only one who stayed. I don't know why but I grew more fond of you and... then you grew away. I was angry, I didn't want to lose the only thing I had left other then my rotten self." She began to turn and walk away with heavy steps,"I now realize, I was never meant to have anything."
Aegle: Her noticeable
Her noticeable discomfort was, in turn, making him uneasy as a spectator to her fidgeting. His eyes roamed over her hands restlessly moving over each other, making subconscious grasps as if to hold onto something stable. Her stance, hands folded and head bowed looking down, was almost childlike. Her humbleness pushed it even further. The man was genuinely surprised that she was owning up to everything he could point out was wrong with her. He wondered if it was for the sake of moving on, which she showed a feigning interest in with her body turning away, shoulders low. She was ready to leave it at that.
"I'm not even the one you should apologize to." He intercepted, hoping to catch her before she rejected anything further. He could assume she knew what he meant. "You're not nothing...you're just selfish." The tone of his voice yielded a fair amount of uncertainty with the statement. It wasn't so easy to dismiss prolonged parts of their lives as nothing. They had been tough, draining, fulfilling at times, granted, but simply deleting all of it from memory seemed unfair. Otherwise, there was nothing else he could say. It felt like they had officially called it quits a handful of times by now, never with much amenity but always with a definitiveness.
He stayed put, making no other remarks as she turned away.
She kept walking put looked
She had managed to make her way back the hotel at a late hour. She slithered by the front counter without being detected and waddled up to her room on the third floor. She walked in a threw her hands blindly into the drawer by the bed. She pulled out a pen and a small notepad with the hotels name written on top of it. She sat down and got to writing a small letter. She mailed it out the next morning right before she left to go back home. All she knew was that New York was a bad vacation spot and she may have the worst luck ever.
Tuna,
You've got yourself a good one there. Don't let him go, alright? I just want to let you know that I didn't mean to fuck everything up for you both. I'm just a stubborn, selfish bitch. Your a good girl and you deserve him. I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry. And give him a good slap for me.
Have a good life.
-Aeg