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@coloured-grass-blog
((I think I'm going to close Daria. I know it hasn't been long and I'm super lame but don't hate me. >_> If I do, I'm just going to be gone 2-3 months or so and then see if I can come back. I just dunno. so like
If we were rping and you want to start a thread with my Karina instead, let me know! I'll be willing to open 2-4 more threads on that account. SO LIKE, MAYA? CHASE? POPURI? IF ANY OF YOU WANT TO WRITE OR HAVE ME WRITE A STARTER ON KARINA, LET ME KNOW.
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((IM SORRY I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING "/eyeroll here comes the bitch with more excuses lawl lets kill her t(-.-" I REALLY DON'T BLAME YOU IM SORRY IM SORRY FORGIVE ME FOR NOT BEING HERE THIS WEEKEND AND CAPS OTL Between my wavering health and anxiety issues and the random 30 page weekend assignment and studying for a unit exam tomorrow, I just haven't had time. I love you guise Daria loves you guise And I will be back when I can get my ghetto shit together (so like tomorrow or tuesday) ok?? okily!)) PS PLEASE LEAVE DARIA ASKS OR STARS OR SOMETHING SO I CAN POP IN FROM TIME TO TIME SHE LOVES TALKING ABOUT YOU GUYS AND ANSWERING QUESTIONS AND TELLING YOU ALL HOW FUZZY SHE FEELS INSIDE WHEN SHE TALKS TO YOU ALL SO .3.
Vaughn sighed. She obviously wanted to talk about his family life, but he didn't. He didn't want to talk about his horrible father and his mom who always just turned a blind eye to everything.
Now that all those horrible memories of his family were back in his head he clenched his hands into fists trying to keep calm, this girl was a complete stranger, he couldn't yell at her, he just replied very angrily "Nope, no family." That wasn't a complete lie Vaughn decided, he long ago decided that he no longer wanted to have anything to do with his father or mother. He had felt a little bad about leaving his mother at first, but then soon realized she had never protected him as a kid, so why should he protect her?
"I don't want to talk about them okay? Let's just leave it at that." Vaughn said still a little angry.
♪ Daria winced as the tension filled the atmosphere around them. She really shouldn't have pried into something so personal. She had angered him. What could have happened between he and his family that could have made him so upset to even think about it? "I-I'm sorry." She stammered, ashamed of herself. She couldn't look at him. Instead, she kept her troubled gaze fixed on the ground. "I didn't mean to make you mad." She assured him, again mentally punishing herself for being so unrealistic. He wasn't a murderer. He had a family. But just because he didn't want to talk about them didn't mean that he was a bad person. Besides, if she was afraid before of him hurting her, she definitely didn't help her case by pissing him off like that!
"Anyway.." The blonde finally said, unsure herself what she'd say next. All she knew was that she needed to change the subject or else the tension would remain for the rest of the evening. "How old are you? You look like a hard worker. Do you like your job?" She flooded him with questions once again, rambling uncontrollably. At least, this time, the questions weren't offensive.
Do you think you'll ever slow down and get married and get a different job, or will you be a wandering artist until you die?
♪ "..." Despite the elf's effort to keep her composure, her cheeks flushed at the first part of the question. The thought of marriage always caught her by surprise when it wandered into her mind (usually when she lie awake in bed at night, always alone and never on purpose). Truth be told, she wanted a family of her own in the future. But sometimes she just didn't see it happening.
"I'll never get another job. Not unless my art and.. my husband's job aren't enough to support us." She left it at that, vague enough to savor the last bits of comfort left within her and specific enough to answer the question. "I don't know why you want to know. It's embarrassing!"
With that, she turned away.
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Chase give a big smile while watching her eat, very happy that she found it delicious. He felt even better that someone of such exotic location found it good, when he was near positive that there was somebody who was probably much better then him where she lived. Being called an artist of food, even, he felt very flattered.
Getting past the flattery, he tried to think about her question. “…Uh…” remaining quiet, he gave a small chuckle and shook his head. “Not really. Cooking is pretty much all I know. I can clean pretty well, if I try that is.” He shrugs, “but that’s mostly because it’s part of my job. Along with cocktail making.” Sitting down himself and pushing his bangs back, he sighed. “I wake up, I clean myself up, I work, then I come home and go to sleep. Other then that, no, I don’t do anything else.”
♪ Chase's smile was contagious as Daria directed her gaze back down to her plate, still listening intently for his answer. She scooped up another bite onto her fork and brought it to her mouth. She savored the concentrated flavor to the hilt before swallowing it. The blonde casually looked back up at him. "Sounds like we've sort of got the same agenda. Hygiene, cleanliness, art, and sleep." Usually, Daria'd be a bit ashamed to admit that she did little more than the necessary activities. The Sharance civilians often mused about the way she busily bustled about as if she was on important business day in and day out. She was enthusiastic, but not overly social.
The elf took her time finding something else to talk about in order to defeat the deafening silence threatening to take over. "So, how long have you worked here? Do you have a family in this town?" She asked curiously, moving to finish up the final piece of the cake in front of her.
Celia's face brightened "Really? You will?" Celia smiled a big toothy smile not being able to control her excitement.
"Oh okay!" Celia clapped and then started walking to the path that lead to the spring. "You'll love it! It's one of my favorite places here... It's so pretty and has lots of flowers and the lights are soo beautiful!" Celia looked up towards the sky, "But we might have to wait until it gets a little darker for them to glow..."
♪ Daria automatically began following in the footsteps of her new friend, Celia. She was overcome with excitement when considering that the spring they were headed to may have a rainbow like the one back home.
As Celia spoke, Daria's face fell. Her attention was then brought back to the time. Should she head home today? Perhaps she could stay in the Inn or something and leave tomorrow.. "Celia, later today, can you show me to the Inn? I think I'm going to need a place to stay tonight."
what if you were colored blind?
♪ Daria jumped with what was an unpleasant mixture of anxiety and confusion. What would she do?!
"...Perhaps it could be a good thing!" She decided eventually, her high pitched voice slicing through the silence. "I'd be able to create things with ease! It wouldn't matter what color anything was, it could just be a compilation of whatever I felt like! But.. I don't think that I'd be very happy.. I really, really love to admire colors.. without that ability I think I'd be lost."
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♪ "I think we could be great friends!" Daria blurts, imagining the two being partners in crime. It was certainly a pleasant thought. She didn't have close friends.
Send me a ‘★’ and will use a gif to tell you how my character feels about yours
((I'm incredibly sorry that I didn't get back to replies today! It's been a hell of a day but I tried my best to get ahead on work and chores and school today so that I can have some extra time tomorrow! I made a cake for my bestfriends birthday today but she ended up not showing up, so ALL OF YOU RECIEVE A HEAPING PEICE OF APPLE CRISP CARAMEL CAKE AS A CONSOLATION FOR MY NEGLECT! I owe: Vaughn. Celia. Chase. Maya. Eric. People who owe me: Aden. Popuri. IS THAT RIGHT?! Kay! I'll be back tomorrow sweet babies! Enjoy the virtual treat^^/))
Anonymously tell me your feelings for me.
It doesn’t have to be romantic (though if you did feel that way, it’d be perfectly fine). Just how you feel in general. I get curious of people’s impressions of me.
Don’t HAVE to be anon, though. :3
@a-den-venture-time, Aden
a-den-venture-time:
“It’s not something you can buy…” Aden slowly muttered, in an almost depressed voice. “A lot of rice was wasted… Until I reach the perfect.” completed him as he watched a bunch of birds fly to next his once-upon-a-time lunch. Lucky bastards.
Looking back at the blonde elf -judging by her ears, of course-, he suddenly felt guilty. Well, she did have a reason to feel bad, but Aden didn’t want it. Not like that. Embarrassed with his selfish attitude -he could swear he heard Sonia’s voice yelling at it-, Aden forced himself to say the following wordsl “Ah, can you cook? Maybe you… Can… Help me to make another one?”
♪ Daria cast a grave gaze back down at the spoiled meal between them. Finally, the man spoke once more. The girl winced slightly, bracing for another bout of anger to spill over his lips and sweep her away like debris in a deluge. But, his voice came softer this time. He stammered just as she did. The only deluge here was that of relief within Daria. "Of course!" She agreed immediately. "I'll do whatever I can! I can buy the ingredients, too, if you want!" It was then that she finally stopped the incessant bobbing of her head. Had she been nodding ever since she agreed to help him? How embarrassing..
Perhaps this was the perfect solution for them both. If they cooked enough for the two of them, the elf's stomach would finally cease to growl noisily as well! "I'm Daria.." She spat sheepishly, extending a hand to him in cautious greeting. "And once again, I'm really sorry." She couldn't help but apologize once more. Surely he didn't care much about her identity. She was simply a criminal! Her impulsive nature had totally ruined his precious creation. And, all too soon, the bright pink had once again stained the tips of her ears and the apples of her cheeks. She had to make it up to him.
((I owe: Vaughn. Eric. Celia. People who owe me: Maya. Chase. Aden. Popuri. Perhaps I'll be back tonight!))
@Maya
Maya was on an adventure. It wasn’t like her to go somewhere far without her parents, but she was old enough to travel on her own. She knew that she had to experience things on her own eventually, and her family would still back her up, even if they weren’t there physically. The flora in this distant land caught Maya’s attention, and she decided to venture around looking for edible things. She recognized some plants, but decided to hold off eating them until she was sure it wasn’t poisonous. Looking up from the ground, she noticed someone not so far away. At first, she was worried it was someone who had passed out, so she decided to get closer. When she heard the person calling out to her, she felt relieved. “Oh, hello!” Maya called out and carefully continued to approach the person lying down. “My name is Maya, and I’m travelling around looking for yummy things to eat!” She stopped at what she considered a reasonable distance. She didn’t want to scare the girl away. “Uhm, what’s your name? Do you live here in this village?”
♪ 'Yummy things to eat.' Upon hearing this, Daria immediately thought of Collette. Perhaps the two would get along.
Daria made her way back to her feet and dusted off her skirt. "I'm Daria." She informed the traveling girl, taking a few steps toward her. She extended her hand as well as a friendly smile to the girl. "Maya, was it?" She recalled, locking the name away in her memory. "Yeah, I live on the other side of Sharance. Well.. technically right outside of Sharance. But only by a few feet!" She blurted, still smiling. "Are you just hungry or do you need ingredients for something..?" The elf asked, cocking her head to the side. Perhaps she could help. It wasn't as if she was doing anything else.
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“Sharance?” He sounded confused. He’d never heard of a place like that anywhere, but then again, he wasn’t much a traveler. The only time he’d left his home was to move here! But looking her over, he guessed it must be a exotic place. What with all of her colors, the place must be as colorful as her, he thought.
“But, uh, yes, let me just…” He walked back into the kitchen, preparing her cake. It was quickly made, as he made this all the time, and quickly came back out with it. “Here you go,” he said, placing it in front of her, “when you’re done, that’ll be 1,670 G.” With that, he moved himself over to where the drinks would be prepared, starting to make himself a cocktail. Being a bartender, he could hold his alcohol very well, so drinking in front of his customers was never a danger.
♪ Daria didn't expect him to know of Sharance. It wasn't a very big or popular place to visit. Even still, she loved it. The people were all so kind and unique in their own ways.
The elf nodded as Chase retreated to scoot about in the kitchen, preparing her meal. She swiveled around on her stool to examine her surroundings. The color schemes around the large room were, for the most part, warm. The critic (surprisingly) enjoyed it thoroughly. It was calming. She grinned lightly to herself, leaning back on the counter with her elbows. There weren't places quite like this back home. There was a restaurant, of course, but it was dominated by more of a country atmosphere. Perhaps it was Blaise's cowboy hat that set the mood. She snickered quietly as she decided that was exactly why.
At the sound of Chase's voice, Daria jumped. She felt the vibrations of the plate being set down onto the counter behind her. "Oh!" She spun around quickly and shot him a delighted smile. "Thanks!" The blonde was pretty excited to eat. Her mouth watered as she inhaled the scent of the warm yam cake that sat ready for her to devour. Daria straightened, reaching over to unravel a napkin to find a fork buried inside. She proceeded to scoop and shovel a small bite into her mouth. The taste was simply wonderful. She'd never had yam cake before. It was delicious. Perhaps Blaise made this back home? She'd never paid enough attention, obviously.
Once her bite was chewed and swallowed, she spoke, "This is really great. Thank you." She paused to take another bite, chew, and swallow. Daria twisted her slender fingers around the fork, spinning it around idly a time or two. "So, you're an artist" She began, looking up from her meal. "of culinary and mixology, hm? Anything else that you do?"
