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I might just delete and start over again tbh. the RP community all feels a bit dead atm but not sure if that’s just because i’m not looking around it properly or because it actually is. Also a fresh start would be nice..

#ooc

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I don’t like relaxing. I like science.

Spock (via incorrect-trekquotes)

alloftheprompts

Character Questions: Clutter

Is your character messy or neat?

Does your character keep stuff they no longer use?

What’s on your character’s bedroom floor?

Do all their things have their own place?

What do they keep on their bedside table?

Do they keep their desk clean?

What does the inside of their close look like?

What’s their most cluttered surface?

How do they feel about clutter?

What’s the most difficult to get rid of for them?

livinganomalously

1. sort of both? really depends. Her stuff might seem messy to the untrained eye, but it has it’s own order that she understands and likes to uphold. Her handwriting it spikey and scrawled, but she can be very good at organising if its necessary. Her hair’s messy and her boots are scuffed and muddy, and there is the occasional little drawing on her wall or skirting board.

2. depends what the thing is. she makes an effort to separate herself from sentimentality but if it’s unavoidable she’ll hide it. Also, you never know when something obscure might come in handy.

3. everything. books, items, a keyboard, boxes, a collection of cushions in the corner

4. yes. when she puts something somewhere don’t move it, it’s there for a reason. don’t touch her shit.

5. a lamp, a small box with a select few items in it (e.g. earplugs for sleeping, a notebook and pen), phone, speakers.

6. yes, as in it’s not dirty. but no as in there’s paper all over it all mixed up and drawings etched on it from boredom

7. quite normal, lots of tomboyish items hanging up and chucked in, not exactly a pristine collection of pretty girly things.

8. bookshelf/shelves

9. if it’s her own it doesn’t bother her. If it gets in the way/slows her down/makes things difficult, then it’s annoying. Otherwise she couldn’t give a shit.

10. anything with potential. I.e. something that could be useful. Or something she’s used to, as she is a creature of habit.

#teen verse

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CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.

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CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.

bold flaws your character has / italicise ones they have sometimes/circumstantially/sort of

absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomanic / naïve / nosey / obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sarcastic / sceptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / unlucky / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / weak-willed / withdrawn

#italics are for sometimes/circumstantially #teen verse

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The only thing worse than being lonely is other people knowing you’re lonely.

Misfits (via satanthesinner)

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livinganomalously

London Calling

livinganomalously

She looked back blankly, her face as cold as it usually was, as she cocked an eyebrow. Examining the area? What was that supposed to mean? If he was trying to make himself sound shifty, then it was working. There was a pause as she scanned his face briefly, trying to read it, before she spoke

“Well I suggest before you come any closer, you take a step to the right. The camera’s will see you otherwise.”

She told him, glancing down at the position of his feet briefly before her eyes flicked up to the security camera nearest him. Was that an underhand comment letting him know she knew he wasn’t meant to be here? Maybe. Or was she actually helping him? Maybe. Truth be told, it was a bit of both. Did she trust him? God, no. But then again she didn’t trust anyone, she just liked the risk, the adrenaline rush.

theiracademydaysareover-deactiv

The Doctor was looking at her. He was blinking. He knew the camera was there. He knew to be careful . He stepped to the right. The time lord was looking around. “Have you seen ahything strange around here.” He continued. He knew he needed to continue what he had been doing.

livinganomalously

“Haven’t had a chance to yet.” she replied incredibly bluntly “I got interrupted” she added, maintaining solid yet blank eye contact, cocking an eyebrow at him. But truth be told, he did intrigue her. What sort of person would be doing this? Aside from her, that was.

livinganomalously

London Calling

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A head poked around the corner, darting from side to side to check the coast was definitely clear: and it was. And so, she snuck down the corridor, stuck to the walls like a limpet to stay in the blind spot of the CCTV. Until the silence was broken ‘What are you doing?’

It might as well have been a crashing vase or a slamming door, or something equally as startling. Shit. She had two options: option a) run. leave through one of her planned exit routes. but leave without finding any of her desired answers and throwing away the chance to do it again as security would be tightened. or option b) stay calm. lie a lot- she was good at that. try to keep hold of all the cards and somehow get away with this.

No. This couldn’t be right, she’d spent ages watching the cycle that security guards made, memorising where they’d be at what time. No-one was due down this corridor till fifteen minutes away. She had been on her way to steal a uniform and disguise herself. She couldn’t have been caught out in step one, that never happened. And, judging by his outfit amongst other things, there was no way he was a security guard. Leaving one most likely conclusion: he wasn’t meant to be here either. Option b) it was then.

“I could say the same to you.”

theiracademydaysareover-deactiv

The Doctor was looking at her. “I am examining the area.” he wouldn’t say more. Though that was true. He had just not expected her to be there. The time lord was unsure what she was doing. But he assumed she was up to no good.

livinganomalously

She looked back blankly, her face as cold as it usually was, as she cocked an eyebrow. Examining the area? What was that supposed to mean? If he was trying to make himself sound shifty, then it was working. There was a pause as she scanned his face briefly, trying to read it, before she spoke

“Well I suggest before you come any closer, you take a step to the right. The camera’s will see you otherwise.”

She told him, glancing down at the position of his feet briefly before her eyes flicked up to the security camera nearest him. Was that an underhand comment letting him know she knew he wasn’t meant to be here? Maybe. Or was she actually helping him? Maybe. Truth be told, it was a bit of both. Did she trust him? God, no. But then again she didn’t trust anyone, she just liked the risk, the adrenaline rush.

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#ooc

sociallyakwardvampire

Open- Work to do//Hal

livinganomalously

“You know what I meant.” she replied almost shockingly bluntly. He knew full well she meant he wasn’t welsh, she was certain. That was the last time she’d bother trying ‘small talk’ for a while. After all, look how far that had got her.

She was notably unfriendly. Not just to him, although reasonably speaking he wasn’t to know that, but to everyone. It was just her way. In many ways, she wasn’t even actively nasty, just cold and blunt, emotionally unreadable.

sociallyakwardvampire

Hal was looking at her. He went back to working. He was still unsure what she wanted. He knew he still had work to do as well. The vampire was hoping that she wasnt onto him about what he was.

livinganomalously

Whilst she sensed something different about him, something weird, she truly couldn’t put her finger on it. The reason being that she had no knowledge of the supernatural world. She’d been able to see ghosts for as long as she could remember, but that was all. It wasn’t a natural assumption to jump to, for someone as devoutly logical as her, that there’d necessarily be anything else out there.

And what she’d wanted, was just a quiet space to get away from the busy streets, and she’d found it. Although that niggling sensation that something was off about him was bugging her, she could try and push it aside.