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While I was away, some things changed and sadly I won't return for RPing on here. It's been amazing to write with all you guys and I will absolutely miss our RP's and everyone of you.
I'm not deleting the blog in case if I might return some day.
However, I'll be available on my personal/main account, and skype. Just message me on here and I'll give you my skype address.
I hope you all have a nice time, wish you all the best ~Luke
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
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"Oh. Hello there, sir. Quite the elaborate tattoo collection you have."
❝ It is! Yer don't look like someone who's a friend of tattoos, lov' ❞
Madison was both glad and disappointed. The place was void of people for the moment, but she didn’t like that the phone had gone missing. The sooner she could call a cab and get herself out of this mess, the better. Still, she found herself relaxing thanks to the silence and lack of under-dressed dancers.
”Who’s H—” She wanted to ask who this Hans was, but his sudden demand made her choke on her words. “Y—Yes, sir.”
The only thing that moved was her eyes, but even they stuck to the cleaner parts of the room and the single stripper pole. She cringed at the sight and promised to keep her distance.
Georgie wasn't gone for long. As soon as he had left the show room after grabbing his crowd control bat to find Hans he spotted the telephone right away on a desk in the hallway.
He looked around to get a hint who could have left it there since everyone in the Pudding And Pie knew how easy it was to enrage Georgie when things weren't at their usual place.
There wasn't a hint so Georgie went back to Madison, harshly giving the big pink telephone to her.
❝ There you have it, I still don't know who the fuck put it out in the hallway, for fuck's sake. Just make it quick, would yer? ❞
"I keep getting that remark," he answers with a low chuckle, rather amused at the consistent reactions to his name. Always a comment on how it was surprisingly modern. What could he say? His kind weren’t as flamboyant in their naming of little chicks as most people would think they were.
"I guess my Clan preferred names that wouldn’t draw much attention," he couldn’t really remember any of the group that had a really out there kind of name. Some of them had Italian or Arabic names but it was nothing too extreme.
❝ Also in a clan, eh? I'm really startin' t' like yer, Desmond, no seriously I do ❞
Georgie laughs roughly, giving Desmond a short smirk and scanning the man once again. Desmond is attractive in a way and Georgie would be lying if he would say he was only interested in women. No, pleasure really didn't have a limit for Georgie.
Though Georgie doesn't have anything like that in mind for Desmond at this very moment, he just enjoys the man's company. Desmond is quite refreshing in a way, comparing him to the other people who walk in and out the Pudding And Pie everyday, just looking for that one thing. Sure that was the intention behind the club, but Georgie still enjoys the change.
❝ Yeah, I don’t know…❞
[ Mary bent down and picked up a large piece of the glass, she wanted it to look like she was going to help, but instead she shattered it further. She found it amusing that he actually thought she’d help. ]
❝ I would hurry up if I was you. ❞
Georgie looked up to Bloody Mary, his facial expression as dark as it could get. He knew he had to fix that mirror because it didn't matter who would have shattered it in the first place, Georgie would be the one to blame no matter what.
❝ For fuck's sake, Mary. Stop with yer bloody games. Just let me fuckin' do this here, yeah? ❞
He turned to the mirror again but without magic there was no way to get it back to one piece again.
❝ -- Would yer fix that bloody thing for me? ❞
► Georgie and Bigby
“Funny you say that when you know perfectly why you’re here.”
Bigby was in no mood to play games as evidenced by the anger in his tone, blazing and white-hot in nature. He eyed the man in front of him, nothing but frustration and fury reflected in his hazel-brown orbs. The gall that Georgie had in saying that he had no idea why he had been taken in.
“What the fuck are you acting innocent for when you admitted to being Faith and Lily’s killer, Georgie?”
Bigby was about two seconds away from bashing the man’s head in. In fact, the notion was sounding more tempting by the second.
❝ A'right, a'right. Fuckin' shit. I know why I'm 'ere, you know why I'm 'ere, so why are we still having this fuckin' conversation, Sheriff? Want t' kick me 'round a little more, eh? ❞
Georgie rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, not breaking eye contact with his opposite. He already noticed that Bigby was getting angrier and Georgie was well aware of what the Sheriff was capable of doing. However like most of the time, Georgie was more annoyed than worried. Though he probably should think of his well being. After all he had no special shape to transform into.
❝ Just come to the bloody point, would yer? I already told you everything and if you'd quit being a bloody idiot yer would've noticed that yer've got the wrong person sittin' in front of yer ❞
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❝ — Vivian.Why did it have t’ end like this?Why did you have t’ end it like this?I didn’t mean any of that t’ happen. All the things that went wrong. I know yer always brushed it off like it was nothin’ but I could see it in yer face. I always could. I always knew what yer felt but decided to fuckin’ not say anythin’.Because I know it’s not quite my style, but I fuckin’ should’ve done it. For you.For all that we’ve been through together.—Vivian,I didn’t fuckin’ mean it. ❞
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❝ Gren, can’t believe I’m visiting yer bloody grave.You’ve never been a pal t’ me, I think that goes for both sides.You always blamed me for everything that happened t’ Lily, and fuck I know yer pissed but look at you now. Look where it has gotten yer. Yer fuckin’ dead, and I can’t say I miss yer. Heh, not even a tiny bit. ❞
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3. Back kiss
What possessed her to do it, she still wasn’t sure. She had no idea why she decided to hug Georgie from behind. She had no idea why she pressed her lips along one of the vertebrae of his tattooed spine. But she did. And she stood there, her face burning red as it could get, staring down at her shoes, not sure if she should mumble an apology or not.
She was half expecting Georgie to make a smart ass remark about what happened. At least she’d have an excuse to punch him and run away.
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Who was your first muse?
I started roleplaying with 4 OC’s set in the TWD+G verse [Sal Coppey, Cassandra Coppey, Celeste Mardon and Lenny Kolzner]. They were the main characters in a book I was writing c;
And my first canon muse was Jodie Holmes!
Gradually, but deliberately…I have made myself into a machine. I have done it deliberately—in order to endure, in order not to feel. I have deliberately killed my senses—I have deliberately died […]
T.S. Eliot, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
[ Vivian was relieved he chose not to say anything of substance, partially because she was a little ashamed for thinking that way. Or, at least, for expressing it so openly to him. He did a lot for her, even her pride would allow her to admit it, and she didn’t intend to belittle how much it helped her by whining about some fairytale cliche like “oh how I wish I were a bird.” She wasn’t a kid. She nudged him very gently in the side, likely in an appreciative gesture for his silence, even if, perhaps, only she knew why.
Her melancholy started to disappear from her features again as she tried to calm herself once more. She was still very attentive, though, staring out at the city opening up before them as if it were the most amazing thing she’d ever seen in her life. Hell, maybe it was. Even the Homelands didn’t have sights like this. ]
“You keep telling yourself that.”
[ She glanced at him, somewhat smugly, before turning her attention back outside. If she had noticed him staring at her, however briefly, she did not let on to it. Georgie was a verbal man. If he weren’t content, he would make it known, and as of now, she couldn’t help but feel this was the most relaxed she’d seen him in quite a while. Good. He needed it more than her, she felt.
Inhaling deeply, she let her posture relax again as she got used to the ferris wheel’s slow movement. She shifted her legs to rest on the side of the seat, effectively leaning further into his side so she wouldn’t go tumbling over in her new position. She thought about letting the silence fully envelop them, but even distracted as she was watching the city, she couldn’t help herself from — ]
“So, I’ve successfully trapped you in a small, inescapable space with me for at least three minutes. More, if we get stopped when they unload this thing. That being the case, I think you should indulge my curiosity… Can I ask you something — that I’ve never really gotten the chance to before now?”
[ Even though she did speak, she stayed quiet, as if talking too loudly would ruin the beauty for her — despite the muffled sounds of the crowd still wandering the carnival below. ]
As the ferris wheel was moving along, Georgie liked having Vivian that close. Honestly speaking there wasn’t much space to move around in the cabin, but he noticed that she moved closer to him.
Georgie looked down, having the sight over the entire carnival. He was already checking the other attractions, guessing what else Vivian wanted to try at the carnival. It was her day and Georgie was only here because of Vivian. He had agreed because it had been a long time since him and Vivian had been detached from all Fabletown trouble. He kept reminding himself that he was enjoying this. A feeling that had been gone for too long. Fabletown had something forlon about it. Georgie was passionate and protective of his work, but even there his mood was rather negative.
As Vivian spoke again, Georgie didn’t dwell on his thought any longer and payed attention to his assistant.
❝ Do I have another choice? -- No seriously, what is it, Vivian? ❞
He rolled his eyes, jokingly annoyed but made eye contact again with Vivian to assure her that he was listening. Even if his expression didn’t give it fully away, he was genuinely interested in what Vivian was curious about. Because in that moment Georgie wasn’t able to read her and since he usually could it was even more interesting.
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Strictly Black Market - Georgie Porgie & Severus Snape
The sound of the opening door alerted Severus quite quickly to the presence in the room, that now filled the air with new breath and seemed to crowd the already cluttered-looking walls o Severus Snape’s spacious flat. It seemed as if every eye that floated within clammy green liquid was locked on the tattooed individual. From his introduction, Severus can tell he is arrogant. A cock of a man, bent on being better than anyone. A git, looking for HIS BUSINESS. The wizard did not turn, he did not reply. For a long moment, he worked. And worked, and allowed the potion to stew before him. And then his hand raised, wrist flicking gracefully to the walls. And something dark seemed to silence even the simmering of the cauldron. This business was kept secret. No noise was to escape that door. Not with this spell. “…. Mister Porgie… Ah, yes…. I’ve heard notorious stories about you…. Such a shame you weren’t listening hard enough to hear anything of me.” The cauldron hissed a little, the potion spewing up a new bubble of rancid fumes. He still refused to look at the man. “Find a seat and take it. I’ve no time for useless dawdle or idle chit-chat.”
Something felt different in the room when the gloomy man raised his wrists, the atmosphere changed and Georgie noticed it even if it was just for a split second. He was positively suprised, Severus Snape seemed to be good at whatever he was doing. Georgie hadn't exactly figured that out yet.
When the man didn't respond to Georgie's words right away, Georgie almost broke the silence but decided not to in the last second, he had always been impulsive and verbal but he also knew when it was better to remain silent -most of the time-. He really shouldn't screw up his ways with Severus Snape on the first meeting.
❝ You’ve heard of me, eh? ❞
He mumbled more to himself than to his opposite, swallowing another unnecessary comment once more. Georgie did what the man told him, he looked around the room to find a seat and sat down, keeping Severus Snape in his focus. Since he didn’t know much about the man, Georgie didn’t dare to turn his back to him.
❝ Good. Guess we have somethin‘ in common then. And I’m already startin‘ t‘ like yer. ❞
His voice had a rather grumpy undertone like always, it was his usual expression and Georgie wasn’t bothered by giving the wrong impressions. However he did have respect for the man standing only a few feet away from him. From what Georgie had noticed, Severus Snape was a dedicated man and he seemed to be a loner.
Georgie waited for the man to turn around, he prefered having direct eye contact when he was talking to someone, it gave him more power, because after all his words were all he had. He had no special skills like most Fables in Fabletown, no, Georgie was just a simple club owner with his rather shady, arrogant sides.
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New place. Quiet little place. Savvy took her time making her way through the area on foot, breathing a bit slowly in attempt to take in the surroundings better. The fact she had wandered all the way out to an area near a strip club. That was likely the last thing someone like her was looking for. The sight of it was enough to get a bit of a grunt out of her, her nose twitching a bit at the mere aura of the place.
But she needed a break.
At that time, the clairvoyant had pushed herself up enough to have enough money for personal reasons aside from her sales and necessities. She had dealt with enough shit over the course of the last month to share with at least ten people. It wasn’t like her to want to lose herself, much less go into any sort of club or bar scene period; But she wanted to try and unwind. Maybe numbing her mind was something she could look into. They had bars in these places, right? That’s what she had always heard. Not every place was the same, so she heard. It would be an interesting experience for her, to say the very least.
So of course, defensive to what could happen at first, she anxiously decided to make her way inside…
Whenever Georgie didn't have a show to prepare or deal with other things early in the night before the shows in the Pudding And Pie were starting, he usually spent his time behind the bar and tried mixing new cocktails or rearranging the utensils.
The Pudding And Pie wasn't officially opened to that hour, however the door wasn't locked for those who came in to get a drink. Georgie heard the door open and spotted the woman short time later. No one he had seen here before and Georgie knew a lot about people, mainly because he heard about them from sources. However he didn't know anything about the woman that walked in.
Georgie studied her from afar, waiting which direction she would choose to go. She didn't give the impression of visiting places like this very often. Georgie grinned lightly to himself, he always enjoyed newbies, being rather amused.
