London's Young Reporter

Audrey Tabard. 21. Crime reporter for The London Times.

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It’s nearly been a year again...wowwwww

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// Hmm, ok. Well, I might go inactive again. It seems as though there isn't anyone left who wants to interact unfortunately.

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// Starter call! Please like this for a para starter. Come to my askbox if you'd like to plot or want something specific.

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˻ christmas rp prompts ˺

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rnusings:

→ in times of merry door-to-door lullabies, snowball fights, and freezing cold temperatures. ⛄

STARTERS:

“MEERRRY CHRISTMASS!”

“Are you going to the Christmas Party one of the guys is hosting tonight? I heard it’s gonna be pretty awesome/awful.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“You sure you don’t mind coming all with me to the Christmas ball? I know you’d rather stay home and all.”

“Do you like my sweater? I just bought it today!”

“Hey, could you answer the door for me, please? I think there’s some kids outside the door.”

“🎵Do you wanna build a snowmaan?🎵”

“I’ve never actually experienced a snow day before, since I live in a pretty warm place, so this is amazing…”

“Oh, God, look at this ugly ass couples sweater here. Let’s buy it.”

“CRAP, I forgot to do my Christmas shopping!”

PROMPTS:

Send ✳ for our muses to be stuck inside a building while being snowed in. (Hard Mode: send it twice for our muses are stuck inside an old shack/abandoned building/etc.)

Send 🎼 for our muses to sing Christmas lullabies door-to-door.

Send 🐧 for my muse to suddenly bring home a penguin. (Send it twice to reverse it to your muse.)

Send 🎄 for our muses to set up a Christmas tree.

Send 🎁 for your muse to give mine a present. (Send it twice to reverse it to your muse.)

M!A’S:

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway: your muse suddenly gets ice powers one day out of the blue - lasts for 3 threads.

Ho Ho Ho: your muse is suddenly assigned to become Santa Claus for this year, forcing you to send ‘presents’ to at least 5 other muses.

It’s A Christmas Miracle: your muse’s ultimate life wish is all of the sudden fulfilled! - unfortunately, it only lasts for a single day.

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Interviews || Open

Audrey Tabard shuffled through the papers on her desk before finding the manilla file that held what she was looking for. She was running a bit later than she’d intended and told herself it was now time to hurry. It was her own fault though, she’d stayed up too late with her thoughts and they’d made her dreams so vivid she’d continued to wake up throughout the ungodly hours of the night and earlier morning. She’d tried to conceal the dark circles under her eyes with her makeup and boost her energy with some coffee, but there was no time to do anything else.

Donning her coat she grabbed her flat keys and headed out the door, down the stairs, and out onto the London streets. It was morning and the air was cool, fog still hanging like a blanket in the air and giving it an almost moist feeling. The sky was clouded over and rather drab looking, but the weather report from the other day had stated that the skies had the possibility of turning blue later in the afternoon. Audrey jogged to the bus stop and got on. It wasn’t a terribly long way to The London Times building, but the bus saved her time, especially when she was in a bit of a rush.

Making it to the office finally, she knocked quickly on her editor, Ben’s, door, peeked inside, flashed him a quick smile at his desk, and headed off to where she was supposed to be five minutes ago. Opening the door, she sat down at the table across from the stranger and offered a gentle smile. “Hello. Sorry for any delay.” she told them, blue eyes bright in the harsh light of the room. “Look, I know this can’t be easy for you.” Audrey began, sitting down the file in front of her and taking off her coat. “But I need to ask you a few things about that robbery you witnessed. We know you weren’t involved and…we know you saw the shooter. You’re the only witness left and I’m sure you want the police to be able to catch him as much as I want to get the facts to the public. So I’ll kindly suggest that you cooperate with me and just answer the questions so we can be done, ok?”

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//Honestly it always feels as if everyone disappears from this website at once.

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shippy angst starters.

"You're an idiot if you thought I cared about you."

"You took advantage of my feelings for you."

"Fuck you, fuck your boyfriend/girlfriend and fuck everything about you!"

"I'm in love with you and I'm sick of having to hide it."

"You were supposed to be different."

"You were the one, I can't just move on!"

"I loved you, and just because we broke up doesn't mean I can turn it off."

"I love you too much and you don't love me at all..."

"I would've done anything for you..."

"You left me. You don't get to come back."

"I want you to hurt like I do."

"That's it? You're just giving up on me?"

"I never thought we'd end like this."

"It's such a shame to let you walk away."

"Love isn't a three-way street!"

"Is this goodbye?"

"I would have followed you anywhere. "

"Do I even matter to you?!"

"My back has turned on you."

"I should have known you'd break my heart."

"You're gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine!"

"Goodbye, my almost lover."

"It's over."

"I can't do this anymore."

"I'm leaving you."

"I'm done crying over you."

"I have to let you go."

"You said you loved me..."

"I LOVED you. Past tense."

"I don't believe in love."

"I never loved you."

"I hate you."

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Muse A and Muse B were always together as children, surprising no one when their friendship bloomed into romance. Two people destined to be together forever until tragedy took Muse A too soon. For years, Muse B tries to move forward, slowly coming to terms with Muse A’s death. And after four years, they think they’re finally making progress, until they see Muse A standing outside in the darkness, looking in at them. Muse B thinks they’re seeing things again, falling back into sadness, until there is a knock on the door and Muse A is standing there in front of them, very much real and very much back from the dead. Looking the same as they did four years ago, Muse A has no idea what happened. 

They both have to come to terms with this development. Muse A trying to figure out how they’ve come back and why, as well as what they are now. Undead? Resurrected? A Ghost? And Muse B is living in fear that this is still another trick of the mind and with a blink their love will be nothing but a distant memory again.

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// I am officially back in action for real this time. Please like this for a random para starter or come to my askbox and we'll plot something more specific. It'll be fun, I promise.

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Ok ok I'm going to try to be more active now. I was in a play and had a ton of things going on. I promise to be more active now. I kept thinking about Audrey.

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I want to apologize for being a jerk and randomly disappearing for such a long time. It happens. Also I'd still like to write with anyone interested, it's just a pain dealing with the reblogging thing and I can't get xkit.

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// Mercififul heavens I haven’t been on in a long time. I haven’t forgotten. Things are just very busy and that reblog update is so tedious. I’m going on semi-hiatus. I won’t leave permanently. I’m just very busy with life and school and my dog died yesterday and just wow I’m sorry guys.

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// I’m really sick today, but I’ll get some more stuff done soon I promise.

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New Neighbors | +audrey-tabard

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Despite his little panick attack earlier when he saw the clock in Audrey’s apartment, Matthew arrived at work early and placed his briefcase on the desk. He looked around, only to find that there was just one other co-worker there who just happened to be the only one he hadn’t really clicked with. He sighed. Usually he’d try to make small talk, but this guy was the type of person who liked to delve into his work and when someone tried to interrupt he would get pissy. Matthew sat down and resumed his last activity from yesterday. The day went by surprisingly quick, and he got more work done than he had anticipated when he left the apartment block. He didn’t constantly drift off into thoughts, it might be because now that he had talked a bit further with Audrey she seemed a little less of a mystery. 

When the work day was over around 17:30, Matthew packed up his things and left for the bus stop near the office building. He frowned when he noticed the heavy rain, holding his briefcase up in the air to shelter himself from it. He rushed onto the bus and went home, arriving with a rain-soaked coat. He headed up to his apartment, pushing the door open and taking his coat off instantly to prevent himself from causing a pool of water to flood the floors. He hung it out to dry on the heater and walked into the living room area, looking around for his brother. He was nowhere to be found though. Matthew stood there baffled for a moment, had Jack taken his advice and finally gone out to do something? It didn’t seem very likely, but he was unpredictable so maybe… 

Matthew’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps in the hallway and then the sound of two voices laughing. One of them he recognized to be his brother’s, the other sounded like a girl’s voice. Oh crap, Matthew thought, instantly rushing over to the door to try and lock them out. He was too late. Just when he wanted to grab the door lock, it opened and he was greeted with the sight of his brother holding a random woman under his arm. Both of them looked tipsy and as Matthew stumbled backwards to avoid the stench of alcohol they carried with them, Jack grinned and lead the girl into the apartment. “Oh no, no no no”, Matthew started, holding up his hands as though he was trying to convey that this was absolutely unacceptable. He didn’t want his brother bringing random people into his apartment. Jack didn’t respond and just shoved past Matthew, leading the girl into the living room area while they chatted away. Matthew stood there dumbfounded and quickly began to get angry. “I’m serious Jack, get her out of here, I don’t have time for this crap”, he hissed, grabbing his brother’s arm and pulling him into the hallway to have a serious talk with him. “Jack I’m not kidding”, he said with a scowl on his face, something that went unnoticed by Jack who just shrugged and gave Matthew a sheepish grin. “You said go out and do somethin’, I went out and got myself somethin’ to do”, he stated. 

Matthew brought a hand to his forehead in annoyance. “This is my apartment though, you don’t even live here. I’m gonna call the landlord if you don’t get her the fuck out of here”, he threatened. Jack playfully patted Matthew on the shoulders, turning him around and pushing him towards the front door. “Relax, Twitch, she’ll only be here for like half an hour, maybe”, he mused, opening the door and pushing an utterly confused Matthew into the hallway. The door slammed shut as Matthew turned around and he promptly started banging his fists on it, demanding Jack open up or he’d call the cops. Anyone watching the scene from afar would have thought he was some kind of maniac trying to break in when really it was his own apartment that had just been taken over by his most obnoxious family member. “Shit!”, Matthew said as he gave the door an angry kick, turning around to head downstairs and ask the landlord for a spare key. He froze when he looked right into the face of Audrey, who had undoubtedly just come back from her work today.

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Audrey’s eyes widened a bit as she came up the stairs that led to her flat. A funny, half grin was plastered across her lips as she came closer, spying him pounding at a door. For a second she thought it was hers and questioned why he would possibly be doing such a thing, but as she grew closer it became apparent that it was, in fact, his own door. A hand reached up for her to tuck a few stray locks of damp hair behind her ear that had managed to fall directly in her line of sight. “Matthew,” she began, more concern in her voice than she’d expected there to be. “is everything all right?”

It was funny to her that she had thought about seeing how he was doing and now here he was in a situation that looked much less than ideal. It was a bit ironic really. It was a bit chilly in the hall and she reached into her pocket, as always, to find her key. “I’m not entirely sure whether it would be polite of me to ask why you’re angrily swearing at your own apartment door, but I will admit I’m a bit curious.” Audrey could help the grin that had spread further across her face. It just seemed so odd to her. It certainly wasn’t something she saw everyday.

Finding the keys, she pulled them out of her rather soggy pocket with a little jingle and took a step toward her door, fitting the correct one into the lock and turning it. Audrey glanced at Matthew again, narrowing her eyes a bit. He looked kind of...well, helpless. “You’re welcome to come in here for a bit.” she offered, attempting to be friendly. “If this has to do with your brother then I’d be happy to pick the lock on your door for you.” Audrey added as an afterthought. She didn’t even think twice that it might sound a bit strange that she knew how to pick a lock. It had been something she’d taught herself over the years and it had come in useful more often than one would expect.

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Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

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Mightier than the Sword || Audrey & Jude

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Jude tucked his notepad back into his pocket upon hearing her response, he wont be needing to jot down an order, it sure made his life a bit easier. Jude was taken aback by Audrey’s invitation,. He wasn’t used to being invited to his own friends’ homes, let alone a near stranger’s. But she was so nice, there was a warmth about her. Something that convinced him that she was a very kind person, someone he could easily get along with.

Writers were an uncommon breed, and writers who wanted to sit down and chat with other writers were even harder to find, and Jude knew this. He was in a constant search for someone who shared his passion and was willing to befriend him. So really, going to Audrey’s flat for dinner sounded like a fantastic plan, regardless of the fact that he had only met her a few minutes before.

“That,” He said. “That sounds like a lovely idea.” He smiled with a nod of his head. “I would really like that.” He was out of his element and more than a little awkward, and his showed. He tugged at the hem of his shirt and bit the inside of his lip, his ears were warm and undoubtedly turning some shade of red, like they often did when he got nervous. “I could give you my number, so you could text me or call me or whatever with the details. I’m free pretty much every night aside from Thursdays, which is when I have the late shift here.”

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She peered at him curiously, glad when he said he would be interested in visiting her to talk about writing. It was nice to find others who shared her passions. She was always intrigued by the writing styles of others and remained eager to learn about how one would approach a writing topic differently than another. “Oh, good.” she grinned, nodding her head a bit at him. Audrey really hadn’t expected him to say yes. It had been a spontaneous decision to ask him, but the outcome pleased her greatly.

“Definitely.” she added at his comment about getting his phone number. Audrey reached into the bag beside her and pulled out her mobile phone, passing it to him. “You can just add yourself as a new contact and I can text you later to set something up.” The young woman suggested, tilting her head a bit. Audrey noticed him grow a bit red and gave a shy smile. He hoped he wouldn’t be too nervous around here, though his feelings likely reflected her own.

“What kinds of things do you like to eat? I can make time to make something myself.” she asked. Audrey really didn’t have guests too often. Occasionally a neighbor or coworker would come for an evening, but she always liked getting ready for someone to come over. She liked the preparation, making sure everything was neat and orderly, she liked making food she’d never make for herself because she was just too busy, and she liked waiting for the knock on the door of her flat. It made her feel...wanted.

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// mayday-daywalker no lol it doesn’t work right on my laptop.