And love is not a choice

Roleplaying + Writing blog for Albedo. Open for new rps and stories. See links below for more info and list of characters to get started...

[amazingkookaburra]

You're lead into a darkly lit room by the two large figures at your side. You were brought here by a promise of a ridiculously large sum of money for what you advertised as your basic work. You take some time to scan the room, ignoring the curiosity of the stranger on the other end instead noting the ornate rug and draped curtains that hang from the walls and ceiling. You're interrupted from your gawking and lead till you're standing underneath a lavishly decorate candle chandelier. You can see the figure more clearly now and you watch as they shift in their almost throne like chair behind their desk. You take note of every inch of her face when she finally lifts her veil to meet your eyes. Her stare is intense and you awkwardly break eye contact to examine something else. Anything else. But you're drawn back and she doesn't hesitate to speak. " I've heard you do good work. I want to contract you for just that. "

[amazingkookaburra]

It’s 1 am and the air is still warm and you’re next to me.

[amazingkookaburra]

Delicate skips and hops, deerlike, through a grove of waist high flowers. They never end. The sky is endlessly blue but it’s raining. Gentle drops on the green that hangs from tangled vines, origins unknown.  Soft clouds roll effortlessly. 

[amazingkookaburra]

For once I’m overjoyed and feel loved with tears running down my face and writhing in absolute agony

[amazingkookaburra]

Sabien drabble

She rolls to her head from one side to the next as she pops her neck, her eyes are distant and shes barely shaking her hips to the heavy bass in the next room over. There is a thick urge to work the room but her hazy eyes fall on the guards that keep her in the building. No way she could have any /real/ fun with these two stiffs watching her like a mama bear. Her eyes scan again. She enjoys the flashing multi-colored lights as she runs her hands against the red velvet curtains, peeking out from behind them as she watches the patrons. Friends, enemies, strangers. It doesn't seem to matter when everyone's out of their minds. Hopped up on alcohol and  only god knows what else. Her breath runs ragged and she pauses as she feels the presence of the guard behind her. They're ready to accompany her to get another drink but she can't decide if she's ready. She wants to run and escape and go joy ride and feel the wind and leave the luxury of this place behind but the fear keeps her grounded. After another long pause she slips back behind the curtain and returns to her hole.

[amazingkookaburra]

You’re quick and cunning. Ruthless and brave. You’ve never bothered fearing death. I can feel you fearing for mine, knowing I’m not half the eagle you are. I’m weak. Not even a hawk or a falcon. A field mouse perhaps?

[amazingkookaburra]

Nothing delights me like the loose folds of your clothes, the heavy incense in the air, and the smell of ink on your fingertips.

[amazingkookaburra]

More desert writing stuff

You're fighting to regain consciousness and when it finally comes to you, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. You frantically begin to rise to your feet only to stumble back as your head fills with white. A voice comes to you "Settle down now, don't go hurtin' yourself." Followed by a chuckle. You turn your head towards the sound of the voice to find a blonde tattooed lady who is grinning wildly at you. After taking a moment to pause and look at your surroundings you realize you're in a dark bar. Sitting in a tattoo chair. Your hands frantically travel your body but luckily you find no fresh ink under your skin. The lady next to you can hear your sigh of relief and she makes sure you know it too. "We found ya outside. Face down in the dirt. Lucky you were near town or ya mighta ended up bait!" The concern your feeling for yourself is plain on your face and she hasn't stopped smiling at you. "Docs on their way. Should be no time and you'll be fixed up and I'll send ya on yer way. Relax and take it easy"

[amazingkookaburra]

Milly Berge- oc drabble

I dream a lot about the girl with the neon pink eyes. Her presence is suffocating and warm, but it's enjoyable and I can't seem to get enough of it. Her presence around others is confident and loose and I wonder if she struggles with the same kinds of things I do. Does she worry about saying the wrong things or losing the things she has? She's almost flawless to a " T " and brushes things off like dust while things seem to stick to others like spider webs

[amazingkookaburra]

Fallout stuff

Her hands were clammy and her mouth was dry. Eyes locked ahead on the never ending horizon of wrecked buildings and empty landscape. She squinted through the tears in her eyes and balled up her fist, gritting her teeth. Another bout of rage. She fucked up, they all fucked up and now they were gone. Everyone she had ever known gone like that. It never even crossed her mind as a possibility even though she had been warned many times before that it would happen someday. Maybe sooner than anyone thought. She slumped over, drooping until she fell back to her knees, trading out her balled fist for taking her hands across the irradiated dirt. The tears won’t come any more. All dried up. No more crying. Her remaining company slipped a worn, cracked hand across her hair, urging for attention. “ No more. ”

[amazingkookaburra]

Chew them up and mash their thick bones between your sharp teeth. Snarl and put on your best.

[amazingkookaburra]

Writing stuff for my desert story

The desert is hot but you trek down an old beaten path anyways, looking for some kind of shelter from the quickly rising heat of the midday sun. You steadily approach an old looking adobe house. It looks like it hasn't been touched in years, but there is a car parked out front and its still crackling with heat. Though it looks empty something is stirring inside, and within seconds a woman bust out the front door and starts yelling towards you. You can't make out a lick of what she's saying but you quickly recognize the language as Spanish. Your eyes dart to the shotgun in her left hand and then back to her face again. She's still talking to you and she's getting closer. You hear her cock the gun with one hand and you turn your head to look for the quickest escape route. When you finally turn back to see how much ground is between the two of you she's steps away. You feel the cold metal of her gun on your forehead and fall back to try to escape and as your eyes widen in fear she pulls the trigger. "Click" "Click" Two shots. Nothing. You look up to see her just staring blankly down at you. She motions towards the way you came and says only one word. Again you can't understand her, but you can assume what it means well enough. You quickly crawl backwards, not wanting to break visual contact with her before she begins her way home. As soon as she turns her back you scatter up onto your feet and take off back the way you came.

[amazingkookaburra]

   Amid an array of flashing red lights and loud sirens was a lone figure who was steadily making their way down a long corridor leading up to a seemingly thick barricaded metal door. Their face was hidden behind their metallic shield belonging to the helm they were wearing, but it was obvious they were feminine by their silhouette alone. Once she reached the door she pushed the mess of hoses connecting the helm to an air pack on her back and reached for a tool at her hip. As she pulled a trigger it made a couple quick clicks followed by a whirring noise and she quickly crouched down onto one knee and begun to slowly cut through the door. Until she realized it was already cut through with a thinner tool. She turned her head in question and slowly stood back up to her full height, looking over the door before giving it a hard shove which caused it to swing open without much trouble.    She stepped into the next room and took a look around as she pulled her gun off her thigh and prepared it by flipping a switch which caused the coil on top to seemingly turn bright white with heat. She slinked along the wall cautiously, eyeing what seemed to be a rummaging figure up ahead. Who in the Great Wake had gotten to this hoard before her? S'tchit would have to have a word with them. She snuck up close and looked them over before leaping over the box she was behind, holding her gun up to him and snarling. The sensor in her helm frantically began to try to identify the strangely spindly creature hunch over in front of her.   "This is my hoard! Identify yourself!" She shouted to him, her translator failing to find a language to translate in before a skip of static and it came out as garbled something in the strangers native tongue. Soon after though she froze as she heard the distant sounds of shouts echoing down the metal hall.   "There isn't any time, we have to leave now. We can settle this once we're out of the atmosphere and into interplanetary airspace." She moved past him, motioning him to follow before pointing towards a long hall. "My ship is docked through here."