All I want to do is my two regular under paying jobs and not be hunted down by the nearest flesh monster! Seriously, it cannot be this hard to catch a break.
But yes, anyway- Hello world my name is Samaa. I'm a part-time librarian, part-time barista, and apparently part-time victim of actual horrifying monsters. I'm now unemployed. I AM NOW A DELIVERY DRIVER FOR BRECON AND HOPE. GIVE YOUR PACKAGES TO ME ALONG WITH A NAME AND I GOT YOU
I just want a normal social media account.
YES HI HELLO! IT IS ME MOD OF @n1skylover I MADE ANOTHER ONE. :P.
Basically the same rules/things you should know as the other acc:
●Mod is a minor! No NSFW, but flirting is fine i guess. Mod uses He/Him
●Stuff like gore, angst, etc is fine in MODERATION
●No bigotry(Homophobia, racism, etc)
●slight unreality warning for the whole blog as it's TMA.
And one last thing: Samaa is a Muslim woman. I, mod, am not a Muslim nor a woman, if there is any things that I, as samaa, do that goes against her being Muslim I apologize, PLEASE TELL ME IF I DO SOMETHING WRONG.
#Horrors Again. - Answering asks
#Samaa Speaks - random rambling
#'Human' interaction - interacting with others!
#somethings happened - Avatar Samaa / anon shenanigans
#Wipped into shape- John Smith tag
ARCS/SAGAS:
#Self Help saga- Samaa is given a strange self help book written by someone named leitner. Out of this book a woman made of plastic and meat came out, and took over Samaa's flat(not really, Samaa ran away, climbing out of her bathroom window). After some time she came back, negotiating a deal with the creature- don't kill anyone and don't hurt her, and it could live in her flat. (COMPLETED)
#Fishing for positions- Samaa been fired !! Twice! She's tweeking. (COMPLETED)
SOME QUICK TRANSLATIONS FOR SOME WORDS SAMAA MAY USE (this is more for me):
Wallah- meaning 'I swear to god'
Inshallah- meaning 'if God wills it' used when hoping or something of the like
Mashallah- meaning 'it is what God has willed' will typically be used when complimenting someone / congratulations/ stuff like that
Alhamdulillah- 'thank god'
Bismillah' meaning 'in the name of god' typically done before anything major
ME! Alhamdulillah! Those guys, Brecon and Hope, were a bit... strange to say the least- but now I have a job! Just deliver packages and don't open them, which seems like a weird addition but im not complaining.
{ Roleplay starter — Anyone’s free to interact !! }
Fog drifts about the Archives. Not quite enough to catch one’s eye, just enough to allow unease to creep into your psyche just as it does the shelves of statements. A man stands amongst it, dressed far too casual for an academic institution, though the name tag claiming him to be "A. Fairclough" pinned to his worn-out jacket clearly states he does work here. A light chill ripples through the shelves as he heaves a heavy box off and to the floor, crouching to inspect the contents and audibly groaning when his suspicions of it- and likely the whole section it’s in -not being properly organized.
Busy or not, he is an Institute employee. When he glances up at the sound of someone invading his space wandering towards his area of the Archives, he offers a half-hearted wave.
“Mornin’. You need help looking for a statement, or…?”
Samaa's almost startled but keeps herself from jumping, she hadn't noticed the man, internally she chides herself for not paying enough attention, she should know better stuff like that gets people like her killed.
"Hi, yes, good morning," she replies, "I was trying to add another statement to the pile, but no matter what I try I get lost or something everytime I come here. At least it wasn't the yellow door this time." She let's out a semi-forced laugh thats probably supposed to relieve some tension.
"Uh," she looks down at the file, "not a hundred percent sure on you guy's sorting system, but the gist is a weird book was left at my job- or um former place of employment, with a... woman made from a mix of meat and plastic? Chased me around for a bit, there's more but it was a whole ordeal. Not fun"
"Honestly I'm here making statements so often theres a possibility that the rest of my statments are all in the same place. Huh, that's kind of depressing, isn't? Having a life so messed up you're a regular at the Magnus Institution." She half laughs, "sorry, I'm rambling."
{ Roleplay starter — Anyone’s free to interact !! }
Fog drifts about the Archives. Not quite enough to catch one’s eye, just enough to allow unease to creep into your psyche just as it does the shelves of statements. A man stands amongst it, dressed far too casual for an academic institution, though the name tag claiming him to be "A. Fairclough" pinned to his worn-out jacket clearly states he does work here. A light chill ripples through the shelves as he heaves a heavy box off and to the floor, crouching to inspect the contents and audibly groaning when his suspicions of it- and likely the whole section it’s in -not being properly organized.
Busy or not, he is an Institute employee. When he glances up at the sound of someone invading his space wandering towards his area of the Archives, he offers a half-hearted wave.
“Mornin’. You need help looking for a statement, or…?”
Samaa's almost startled but keeps herself from jumping, she hadn't noticed the man, internally she chides herself for not paying enough attention, she should know better stuff like that gets people like her killed.
"Hi, yes, good morning," she replies, "I was trying to add another statement to the pile, but no matter what I try I get lost or something everytime I come here. At least it wasn't the yellow door this time." She let's out a semi-forced laugh thats probably supposed to relieve some tension.
"Huh. You know that Brecon and Hope guys you keep getting packages from?" Samaa looks up from her phone, a puzzled expression on her face.
"0f courrse¡ wHat aBout itt?" John un-contorts herself from whatever inhuman pose she had taken out of intrigue.
"I think I just found a job offer..?"
"Th@t-" the creatures porcelain mask stays unchanging, but samaa could swear there was almost a bit of concern in John's voice. Almost. "iS interEsting!"
"The pay's decent, even if its definitely a little sketchy. Surely it couldnt be that bad, I've dealt with worse, probably."
John stays silent as the two return to their separate things.
*Someone, or something, is skulking around Samaa’s flat. It’s been scrabbling at the door and peering with shining wide eyes through the windows at night - but it’s hard to tell what it actually is - if it’s even real at all.* -hunted-haunted
"God I feel like Im going insane," Samaa checks the lock on her flat's front door for the seventh time this evening.
"..." John looks over the women, currently in the upward dog position on top of a yoga mat.
Samaa pinchs the brige of her nose, looking over at her monstrous flatmate. "Right, I forgot I already have."
[Occ// @hunted-haunted I think you forgot the At symbol but if this isn't you please let me know!!]
Yo mod here ! I think I'm hitting some hard burn out. So like. I'm probably not gonna be posting till I'm out of the trenches 😓 i dont know when I'll be back on these rp blog (this one and @imjustdone-asksamaa which ill probably rb this on that blog too) so I mean continue sending asks if you want but it be a while before I answer.
Honestly I might just give in and look at open positions that the Magnus Institution. I know people say to avoid it at all costs but like if I have to deal with monsters might as well get payed for it.
Tell me why I just got fired from both my jobs within a month?? They just decided to lay off half the café staff and I got fired at my library job (which I've been in for 5 years!!!) Because "I stole a book" ??? That wasn't even I library book! And it followed me to my flat! I'm going to cry.