ღIndependent Olette Roleplayerღ
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RP's Olette from both similated & real TT.
ooc: Pulling my hair out while trying to find that gif of Axel cartwheeling. I know one of my Vanitas' posted it but i can't find it and im trying to freaking find it so that i can show my friend she she can fall off my bed laughing jasgdjdgakjds.
Lettie-mun just wanted to say that she isn't dead. But she is taking A small hiatus. And Lettie misses everyone ;w; <3 school has just really been keeping mun on her toes. She's going to try to get to replies this weekend.
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What color (other than your current color) would you like your hair to be?
What's your favorite physical activity? -running, jumping etc. Answer how you want.-
Favorite piece of clothing?
Weapon of choice?
What would you say your biggest achievement is?
Favorite movie?
{If you want to see my answers}
Who do you hate the most? --I don't really hate anyone. Hatred isn't something that I dwell on. Though I do dislike some peoples actions, rather than the whole being. But in short I can't stand when i'm talked down to.
How far are you willing to go to prove them wrong/show them up? --As far as I need to without heated arguments.
What would you do if you lost a limb? --Keep on living? What else would I do. No point in letting it keep me down.
What side do you sleep on? -- I like sleeping on my left side.
Think of someone important to you. Would you ever consider eating that person, just for the sake of survival? -- I'm a smart girl. There will always be plenty of alternatives.
How great are you at baking cakes? --I like to think I'm a sort of amateur patisserie.
If any, how did you get any scars? -- I have a pretty decent sized scar on my left knee, from falling off riding my bike up on sunset hill.
Love of your life, or closest friend. Who would you save? You can only pick one. If you say both I’m allowed to kick you in the face. Neither is an option, though. -- (considering my hc for olette, this question is rather simple) I'd save my best friend because -insert cheesy warning signal- he is the love of my life. -bum bum buuuuum-
What happens when you get really angry? -- Normally I just go blow off some steam by riding my bike.
Whats your earliest memory? -- Earliest memory? Uhm... When I was little I used to eat snacks on my parent's bed, and then later be scolded for it.
Whats your favorite ice cream flavor? -- Though I definitely need to try this watermelon ice cream that Roxas (AU:Lalebis) told me about, I'd still have to say Sea-salt ice cream.
“Ahhh….about that…” he trailed off “Homework is boring!” he exclaimed. He knew that Olette would eventually get on his case about the summer homework thing since he’d been pushing it back until the last minute like he always did “Olee, we got 3 days of summer left, we don’t have time for homework! We have an entire town to explore!”
He stopped his thoughts, remembering the last time Olette made him do his homework. “Oh god….not again….” he whined, trying to push the thoughts out of his head “FINE! I’ll do it. What is it anyway?”
Olette gave a short sigh and waved a page of their assignment in front of him. "Hello! You haven't done any of your summer homework, which means you probably have to do pages one through eight of your math workbook, three through seven of your history workbook and... did you even get started on the English paper?" Knowing the boy he hadn't planned on doing his English paper, if Hayner hated anything more than homework it was English homework in itself. "Look i'll help you with your English paper." This sort of thing always happened. Situations like this always ending up with Olette feeling guilty for not getting on his case sooner, even though she knows he has no sense of scheduling. "But you have to get your history homework and your math homework done by yourself."
"Then after you're finished-- or IF you finish on time-- we can all go and explore that mansion. How does that sound?"
“And a pleasure to meet you, too, girl who still hasn’t given me her own name,” he replied back curtly. Though even if she decided to voice it or not, he still knew who she was — better yet, he did know the name of the blonde; after all, it only a matter of rearranging a few letters here and there, and adding one character into the mix. The only drawback to naming the blonde’s name right then and there, however, would be the risk of drawing outright suspicion of his identity. Why would he trouble interrogating a girl whose questions he already knew the answers to?
“They did tell me, but…I forgot it.” His eyes softened then, knowing that the brunette would fire a criticism or two for his blunder. Thus, he decided to scold his own actions instead of waiting to hear her own. “First day on the job, and already forgetting names. I know, I know…pretty bad form. But hopefully that mistake will stay with you.” Through with this frivolous charade, Riku found himself leaning to the left, where a narrow pathway lay hidden in the depths of the sandlot. That had been the direction she had been heading to — and, perhaps, that was where his victim lay.
"It's Olette." The brunette replied in a softened tone, ceasing her seemingly relentless defense for her friend. She still didn't trust this man, but if he wanted to get to Roxas than there really should be no trouble in her going with him. "Ah I see. Everyone makes mistakes now and again, no need to berate yourself for it, Riku." Olette moved towards the male, then passed him as she continued in the direction she was going. In all honesty she didn't know where Roxas had been today, nor did she have the knowledge of his current whereabouts. The youth halted and brought a hand up then waved for him to follow her. "Well we might as well try a different spot-- For the whereabouts of the boy that you're searching for, I mean." If anything was going to happen to Roxas, then Olette would rather it happen under her watch. Under her watch, where she could possibly do something to stop it.
Olette continued to walk towards the slope, the sandlot quieting as the two sole people had started to leave it behind. The brunette brought a hand to her lips and chewed at the fingernail of her thumb; hopefully, with the position that she was in, her action was hidden from his view. Though it was true that she didn't feel comfortable having this unfamiliar person with her (and searching for her best friend no less) she had to keep her strength up, and continue on with her confident facade. Deciding against giving him the chance to see weakness she pushed her hand from her lips and shook her head a bit. "So-- Why a summer internship for the school?" Olette inquired, wanting to learn as much as she could about this person. As they say 'the more you know'.
"You haven't done any of your summer work, have you?"
Today wasn't going to be a pleasant one as Olette already knew what Hayner's answer was going to be when she asked him about his homework. Summer break was almost ending and if the other didn't get his butt into high gear then he'd be learning through the work he'd do in detentions, and independent studies. And those were the things you wanted to stay away from, especially because they go on your personal record. With a sigh Olette brought her hand up, stopping Hayner before he could speak in his own defense. "Hayner," the brunette began, a hint of warning lacing her voice, "you need to start doing your homework before the summer break is over. If you won't then I will personally sit with you at your house and I'll watch you do your homework. Remember what happened last time I did that?" At the trigger of her words, she recalled exactly what had happened in her mind. He had stayed up till late hours trying to finish his homework and Olette called him on the hour, and visited his house regularly until every bit of work was finished. She could easily tell that the week that all went down was a sort of living hell for Hayner's brain.
Olette looked up from her homework and noticed so many new faces wandering around in her hometown. This was now a usual thing to see (in her opinion anyway), and she was hardly affected by the appearance of so many newcomers. Though the variety of hair colors and height/ age differences never ceased to amaze the brunette, some people sticking out more than others. She wondered exactly how so many new people had found this town, considering there are only a handful of ways to reach it. Finally deciding to make a move, Olette closed her book and swiped it from the table, moving into the crowd. Maybe someone in this crowd was friendly; and there really was no better way to find out than by asking questions. "Hello there!" She waved, singling out a rather peculiar looking person, "What brings you to Twilight Town?"
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