it was late. sebastian knew that much but he didn’t know how late. he came outside wanting a smoke and found himself sitting on the porch, lost in his thoughts. he didn’t snap out of it until he heard someone speaking to him across the yard. with a shrug, he sat up straighter. “yeah, i guess so. i usually don’t have an issue but i suppose i do now.”
“You know that saying? When you can’t sleep, you’re awake in someone else’s dream.” She chuckled, stepping closer to the porch, yet keeping a polite distance. “Of course I do not believe that to be true, that’s just impossible. But it is a nice thought, don’t you think?”
Due to the audition the next day, Jordan was having a bit of a difficult time falling asleep. He quit smoking a year ago, and even though the desire for it was gone as well, he remembered how calming it was, and that was what he missed. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out to the street, looking up at the stars. Jordan would have thought he was alone if it weren’t for the question mused from his side. “Yeah. A little.” he smiled. “What about you?” crossing his arms to his chest, Jordan stepped closer to the other person. “I like how quiet this neighborhood is. It reminds me of home.” biting his lower lip, he broke off the memories he had of his past and focused on her once more.
“Kind of”, she answered. "Do you know these days where your mind just won’t shut up and you end up thinking about every little mistake you made, every missed opportunity and – ” Elizabeth stopped before she could digress. “Have you tried warm milk with honey? It does wonders! When I was a child, my mother would always bring it to my bed when I couldn’t fall asleep and it worked. Unfortunately, not anymore.” A sad smile crossed her lips. “If you don’t mind me asking, where is your home? ”
( text ) : you just jumped of the couch and yelled “hidden tiger crouching dragon!” that’s the answer to how you broke your finger.
( text ) : holy shit, that is embarrassing. I told you to take the alcohol away from me when I had enough, and it seems like I had MORE than enough. My finger hurts so much… but oh well, did it look cool though?
( texts from last night ✉ send one for my muse's reaction )
( text ) : uh, do you have my pants because i have yours
( text ) : let’s play another game of whose boxers are hanging on my fence
( text ) : update. a gay guy just told me that i’m the most beautiful thing with a vagina he has ever seen. how should i feel about this?
( text ) : i’m sorry about all the inappropriate shoe throwing.
( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor.
( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk?
( text ) : i know you’re on a date and i should leave you alone, but about twenty minutes ago, i realized i haven’t been spanked in years so if you’re still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.
( text ) : why is my bath tub filled with mud?
( text ) : i’ve noticed we slowly have begun to phase the “b” out of our bromace.
( text ) : you just jumped of the couch and yelled “hidden tiger crouching dragon!” that’s the answer to how you broke your finger.
( text ) : this is what my life has come to. drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me
( text ) : if i open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.
( text ) : apparently all year, they’ve been using me as a standard for drunkenness.
( text ) : all i’m saying is that your next houseguest had better not barge in on me in the shower demanding i wash the stolen dye from his hair. i’m not doing that a second time.
( text ) : i need to stop drunkenly getting naked. i’m losing all my party clothes.
( text ) : please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. i mean he’s the one with paint on his face. i don’t need him judge judying me.
( text ) : sooooo, how am i supposed to explain to my mom that i was admitted to the hospital, but you kidnapped me within 20 minutes?
( text ) : hey remember that thing i said about never apologizing for being a hot mess? well that was before you found me drunk in the hallway with no pants.
( text ) : so much for not drinking this week after this weekend. congrats, you made it until tuesday.
( text ) : i just remembered that someone fed me a pretzel out of their purse at the bar last night.
The jarring, harmonic chirping of the crickets, accompanied by the soothing sound of the sea was the only thin Elizabeth heard as she stepped out of the door. It was past midnight, yet the street was easy to see due to the countless of stars that were illuminating the night sky. As she walked past the other houses, she noticed a shadowy figure out of the corner of her eye. “Trouble falling asleep?”, she asked while turning to the person.
“so,” olivier started, “what do you think of butt plugs? there’s a lot of controversy around them ever since someone came out with the fidget spinner one. you ever seen that? it’s sick.”
For a brief second, her eyes widened in surprise (or was it rather shock?) as Oliver suddenly bursted out with that statement. What the fuck, was her first reaction, which she quickly hid behind her usual smile. “That’s a rather unconventional way to start a conversation, Oliver. Is that what’s going on on your mind all the time?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Fortunately, I've neither seen, nor have I heard anything about a fidget spinner butt plug, and I would like to keep it that way.”
— *. “NO, oh my god, it wasn’t on purpose. i just miscalculated my throw and it ended up on the floor.” he said sheepishly, scooting over so she could sit down. “i wouldn’t do that.”
“You should do better next time, or else I may have to think twice about borrowing you my books”, she said in a serious manner before letting out a laugh. Elizabeth placed the book on his lap. “Here, i fixed it as best I could. Now tell me, what is going on in that peculiar mind of yours?”
— *. TOBIAS sat in one of the lounge areas in the club house a book in his hand. he had been trying to read the same paragraph about five times but couldn’t get into it for some reason. as he sighed and gave up he tried to toss the book next to him in the sofa, but instead it fell on the floor and skidded away from him landing next to another person’s feet. “’oh, sorry.”
“Is that how you treat a book, Tobias?” Elizabeth shook her head, bending over to pick it up. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she noticed the folded page. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was exactly this. “What’s up with that attitude?”, she asked while sitting down next to him and started to smooth out the book page.
alright everyone, hello! i’m so excited to be in this rp and can’t wait to interact with all of you!
[muse u]? no, that’s [elizabeth monroe]! she is [twenty five years old], [bisexual] and can also be called the [enigma]. on a good day, she is said to be [cheerful && supportive] but she can also be [moody && withdrawn]. if you ask me, they look exactly like [ksenia solo] but don’t tell them that!
elizabeth had a pretty normal childhood, her father left shortly after she was born & her mother raised her alone.
being not very wealthy, her mother had two jobs, trying to provide elizabeth with everything necessary, such as adequate education, ballet lessons and music lessons seeing how hard her mother worked, elizabeth decided that as soon as she grows up, she pays everything back
that is why she started studying computer science (although she wanted to study philosophy and history)
elizabeth has a very troubled mind, always fighting with her inner self. she is disgusted by society and the big role that money plays in it, yet she has to play by their rules
after graduation, she quickly found a job at a big international company and finally was able to back her mother with money
somewhere in her teenage years, elizabeth found a liking in girls, although she never told her mother, since that would be her death warrant
every day is a struggle for her, as she finds herself surrounded by the kind of people she hates and has to pretend to be a part of them
however, she keeps these thoughts to herself, like everything else. to other people, she might seem unpredictable, never showing how she really feels
she has a hard time letting people into her life, fearing that they leave her, once they see how she really is
so much for now. she is also a huge bookworm, escaping the ugly reality by reading in almost every free minute. ( I still have to work on her whole personality and past..)
[ the enigma: someone that has a mysterious and magnetic aura to them and is perplexing and dynamic in personality; they hide a lot of things from others and their personality is unpredictable; no matter how hard a person tries, they cannot unravel who this person is ]
