of ruins

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[ofrvin]

i know i’ve disappeared for awhile! please forgive me; i picked up a second job and have had a lot on my plate as the end of the semester rolls around. i will be back, i promise! just give me a few more days, please!

[ofrvin]

like this!! and i will write you a starter. i promise it’ll be a good one. 🤘

[ofrvin]

stupxfied:

       was he normally late? yes. did he mean to be this time? not really. not a very good way to make good first impression, right? especially with someone he was sort of afraid of. but who isn’t he afraid of? however, once he arrived, he at least looked presentable and not like he’d been rushing to get out here on time. he’d rather be late and look professional than be late and look like a slob.

     “ sorry about that, love! got caught up in traffic– but i’m here now. ”

        there was no hurry to his step; he appeared entirely unhustled. it seemed he worried not of his late arrival - which proved to be a nasty mistake to make on his end. a daggerlike focus was directed at him, icy gaze boring right through that perfectly unfazed visage. 

        “ you should have accounted for the traffic before leaving and thought to left earlier because of it, “ she sternly replied, “ because of your tardiness, i’m docking your pay - fifteen percent of what i originally offered. “

[ofrvin]

me: makes indie to interact with people i don’t know me: writes exclusively with people i already know

[ofrvin]

full name: gretchen elaine bletchley other names: juliette moreau, greek au: atë age: late 20s, unless otherwise stated gender: female sexuality: heteroflexible origin: chicago, baby current location: chicago, usually nationality: american spoken languages: english, spanish (pls don’t ask me to write in spanish, i am not good at it) religion: for the public she’s catholic, but she’s v much atheist otherwise height: 5′7 body type: lean with some muscle; lack of defining curves hair: dark brown, pretty straight eyes: brown, but they look a lil frosty tattoos: none piercings: none smoking: no drinking: no drugs: no virgin: if you’re into that sort of thing, she can pretend to be whatever you like favorite drink: water??? favorite food: beets. anything done with beets is something she likes. and quinoa. (fun fact: even though she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger on any human, she refuses to eat meat or animal products until all animal-to-food processes are humane. gretchen’s a fucking vegan.) favorite music: classical, no lyrics clothing style: something somewhat formal on a regular work day, a blazer or just a blouse, dress pants (but in skinny jean style bc #aesthetic), maybe a dress but nothing too flattering. she prefers a more unassuming and plain look. underwear type: cheekhuggers??? idk???

tagged by: @johnny-wolf

tagging: @histricus @wildflcwerheart @rapzz anyone else who wants to do this bc fuck the system

[ofrvin]

wildflcwerheart:

          view partially obscured by the mass of flowers - bunched by twine and paper - in her arms, the blonde left the florist with a spring in her step and made her way down the street. “–oof!” a gust of air left parted lips as she collided with another body. “i’m so sorry! it’s these flowers, i think the florist got a little carried away…”

        spinning on her heel, her hues narrowed on the woman. it was not her fault, per se, that she’d run into gretchen. and really, it was more misfortune she had run into her in this moment, when her blood ran with irritation. for a moment - a mere second of time - she was put off by the woman: what was this odd, eternal grace bullshit vibe she felt on her?         the moment quickly passed. “if flower is some sort of code for you having what i need, i’d rather you right out say it than fuck around with words and waste my time anymore.”

[ofrvin]

        her voice as gentle as thunder - which was not gentle at all - resounded. “ you owe me money, hall, and for awhile. it’s been long enough. i’ve waited my time. where is it? “ @johnny-wolf

[stupxfied]

                           You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now                   You move in circles hoping no one’s gonna find out                                                      But we’re so lucky,                                      Kiss the ring and let ‘em bow down                                            Looking for the time of your life

                                                    @ofrvin

[ofrvin]

       chocolate hues skimmed the crowd, throngs of people gathered like pesky boxelders in autumn sun. if she was to meet them here, they would find it wise to hustle, or their services would be hired from another individual. waiting was no past time of hers, nor did she entertain the thought of taking it on as a new hobby.

       two minutes late…

[attack-deactivated20170305]

What are your hobbies?

being angry

[mockingjayne12]

we should do something.

[ofrvin]

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