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Jack!!:

   He beamed in response, liking their little doodle as it sat neatly up in the corner of the page. It was cute, really, but so was she! It was nice finding someone who wasn’t up themselves and.. well, mean. 

   ”You bet!! You don’t seem like the kinda person I could be rude to anyway~ OH but.. sometimes I’m just kinda dense so uh.. if I say something like.. super duper dumb just.. y’know, frown a lot. People frown a lot when I say most things so I’ll follow if you do!”

   A childlike smile was cast in her general direction as he seemed to give no real attention to the fact she wasn’t speaking, something most people would find a little strange, then again, Jack wasn’t exactly most people so it kind of evened out!

"Though I gotta add, your writing is real neat!"

   Yet, indignant huff left at the mention of people frowning upon their less    educated peers. How many times would they forget that the Academy was    one of the only sources of actual education in all of Rubrum, that most were    considered lesser for not being able to enroll or use magic? People were    so absolutely blinded by their privileges, and it nearly drove her mad!

   And her hand returned to the page, scribbling furiously in the wake of her    passionate flurry. Lip upturned, not in irritation but in demanding that this    simple notation be kept for further mental reference, with the tip of her    eraser tapping the line as she let him see.

Ｉ  ｗｏｎ＇ｔ  ｅｖｅｒ  ｄｏ  ｔｈａｔ  ｔｏ  ｙｏｕ． Ｊｕｓｔ  ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ  ｙｏｕ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｋｎｏｗ  ａｓ  ｍｕｃｈ ｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔ  ｍｅａｎ  ｔｈａｔ  Ｉ  ｓｈｏｕｌｄ  ｌｏｏｋ  ｄｏｗｎ ｏｎ  ｙｏｕ  ｆｏｒ  ｉｔ．  Ｉ＇ｄ  ｒａｔｈｅｒ  ｔｅａｃｈ  ｙｏｕ  ｓｏ ｙｏｕ＇ｄ  ｋｎｏｗ  ｆｏｒ  ｌａｔｅｒ  ｔｈａｎ  ｌｅａｖｅ  ｙｏｕ ｓｔｒａｎｄｅｄ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｔｈａｔ！

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Miss Meow-Lizard Lady:

    Brow furrowed at the mention of living amongst     strays and her smile faltered for a moment corners     going down into a boxy frown and disappearing behind     worry lines.  But it was only a moment for every     teenager she knew was far more resilient then she     gave them credit for and didn’t appreciate doting. This     one was no different. Smile resumed and head canted     as her hands found their way to pockets just a little too big. 

                “I don’t think they’re much different. Cats are like            hairer lizard. Granted that makes the shedding less               gross. Mine’s Lockheed. Gotta meet ‘im. Does the                                             tongue like every two minutes.”

   Leaning against the wall she laughed not entirely    sure if she was serious about the apple or the    fruit basket but all in good spirit she retorted:   “Sounds like I should just send you some apology     chips and ice cream.”

   She had been joking; terrible habit that never conveyed well over written    word. Shame, really, that her only means of true communication still lacked    tone, volume, and emphasis that others had so naturally, but she made do,    nonchalantly waving a hand in dismissal, even if the ice cream sounded    incredibly delicious. There was a motion akin to voiceless laughter, a slight    rocking back and forth, a hand raised to her mouth, something to make it less    awkward for those around her. Finger returned to the glass a moment later,    inputting away at the thought of what a 'tongue thing' might be.

          "I bet hes a hit at parties. Sounds like the type to            get a lot of attention. Im used to geckos myself.            Always manage to get into places and sit on walls."

   Finding herself leaning against the same wall, but a few feet away, she    paused to let her eyes linger over the passerby with solemn breath. They    all had places to go. She just happened to be.

           "Cant say Ive ever tasted apology before.             But dont sweat it. The conversation is more             than enough really."

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Ok! Now that there's a personal solution for the formatting dilemma, I'm gonna be active over here again starting hopefully tomorrow! Gotta have my code html, you know?

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aceofsins replied to your post:

is it bad that I thought Flynn Scifo when I read that cooking headcanon.

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   She's like a supporting cast character. Appears, lightens the mood and is occasionally helpful in terms of information or whatnot, but she's not there and big and look at me!

   It's just weird now. I follow a lot of other OC's who have stories with real conflict occurring in the background an part of me wonders if perhaps I'm missing a storytelling element or something to throw her motivations in a bind, but... It's kind of cool being normal. No destruction or mayhem, just a society of battling economies and environmental concerns and a little grungy backstory to encompass the world she lives in. It makes her pretty unique in her own way. u w u

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Tagged by aceofsins

1. Name of your muse?

Noice. (Formerly Elizabeth Martin)

2. One picture you like best of your muse’s FC(s)?

  3. Two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone?

  The name Noice was actually given to her by the old man that took her in, and it was more of a pun on how clumsy she tends to be and how much noise she makes, despite being mute. Hence the pronunciation Noi-shh. Before that, she hadn't given him a name to call her by, and really couldn't given the situation, but it stuck, to her dismay. Now, however, she somewhat embraces it.

   She's actually pretty decent in terms of cooking skills. The problem, of course, comes that her dishes are mostly experimental and oftentimes contain strange ingredients due to her having lived on the street for so long. Otherwise, one is best off avoiding the curry if they dislike things with a kick. She'll send the roof of one's mouth on fire with a single bite.

4. Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time?

Listening to music (no preference on genre), taking care of the stray cats that appear outside of the loft, and riding the trains at night after rush hour has ended.

5. Four people that your muse loves?

Okay but she doesn't have any interactions that deep yet so storyline stuff...    Ari (Deceased); Old man    Jean Nickols; Employer, Confidante    Urma Biddel; Landlady    Lucifer; Black cat, stray that keeps coming back.

6. Three fond childhood memories:

   Meeting Ari (was not fond of him at the time, though), walking into a music store and placing the headphones on her ears for the first time, anytime she got to play a piano.

7. One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change:

   Nothing, actually. It's not a life she's discontent with. There are people she misses and mistakes she has made, regrets that have formed, but she understands that there's nothing that can be done. People meet and fade away, live and die, speak and are silenced. There isn't a single thing she'd change.

Out of character stuff under cut!

1. What’s your name? Angii

2. When is your birthday? June 23

3. Where are you from? TX

4. Have a crush? Platonically

5. What’s your favorite color? Red

6. Write something in caps? something in caps

7. Got a favorite band/artist? lots

8. Favorite number? 24

9. Favorite drink? tea, dr. pepper, vanilla bean frappe

10. Tag Ten People: I already did this on my other blog so nope I8

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Run lady run!:

              To have someone go along with her rashness was more than she could               ever truly ask for, especially from such a stranger and she was not able               in the least to stop her smile from splitting her face further. With a single               glance back she laughed brightly, pulling the girl around a corner, before               coming to a stop.

                     "I apologize for dragging you along————"                                    (though she did not look sorry)                             "I was merely playing a game with some others, and saw you."

      Apology was met with a quirk of the brow, her version of asking       why on earth anybody would ever be sorry for including another       in anything of innocent intent. Her hands raise for a moment, &       they realize the lack of her written voice box a little too late. Right       hand is poised to write, without pen or parchment. Finger raises       as a stall as she thinks of how to speak with current limitations,       but all she can think of is a friendly game of charades.

                    Mouth opened and formed the words                     but no sound came, and promptly her                               arms have formed an 'x'.

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"New Friend":

     Another laugh as she nodded her head. Ely herself      was kind of tired of all the damsels stuff. That and      something really scary too! Most of the things out      were overdramatized and kind of took away from      the whole aspect of the movie.

     ”I’m sure there is something out that’s good. Haven’t      checked though, to be honest.” Which really, a movie      was only the thing that came to mind when she wrote      for them to act like they were friends.

     Reading the text, the mischievous look appeared on      Ely’s face. “Oh, please do stay. If you, my hero, hadn’t      been there, who knows what would have happen.      I’d feel so much safer with you around.”

   Whimsy strikes and she shrugs her shoulders,    morphing the action into a flex of jacketed arms    as if she was the big, tough girl character. Small    build said otherwise, but when had it ever stopped    her before?

   Momentary roll of the eyes follows, mostly at herself,    before the phone returned to just before her and    fingernails clacked against the glass. She supposed    she could look up what was playing if she wanted to.    Smartphones were the way to plan on the spot and    she'd embrace it... if it wasn't her voice as well.

   "Guess we gotta trek over and find out.     Dont worry, pal. Anybody tries anything     and theyll answer to my boot up their butts."

   And sadly, she was far from kidding.

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Bumped into you, sorry!:

So, she was completely lost, which wouldn’t have necessarily been a bad thing, if not for the fact there was just so many people around. Lydia merely sighed and attempted to make her was through the throngs of people, trying to avoid being bumped by anyone. Well, at lease that was the game plan. 

When she felt someone bump into her, however, it made her stumble a bit and look up. “Ahh…?” she started to ask, but stopped when she saw the girl hold up a phone with a message on it. “I… I’m not too sure? I might have seen someone heading south from here with a hood…” she rubbed the back of her head and finished reading the message. “That doesn’t sound good at all. Need any help finding the person?”

   She hasn't seen him. Panic erupts in her gaze and her lips turn upward in the highest display of her frustration with the current situation. She was supposed to be a manager, sub-manager, really, but she'd let a kid walk out with stuff all because she couldn't yell and startle him. Absolutely the worst! Fists curl and for a moment she breathes in heavily so not to cry or to let the moment overwhelm her― she can do this!― before her phone returns to just in front of her face.

   Finger taps quickly upon the glass and the message in turn is simple. Shoes clatter upon the floor as she sidesteps about the various moving people in the crowd, shifting out of the way and to the girl's side. Phone rose a second later, brief message glowing on the screen.

   "I really do. He ran off with some expensive stuff     and I really like my paycheck in whole."

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Run lady run!:

                                      "Quick, run!"

        Laughter spilled from her lips as she ran as fast as she could, hand         reaching out to grasp at the wrist of the young woman whom she side         stepped to avoid crashing into, feeling the abrupt urge to include the         other, pulling her along, dark eyes alight with j o y.

   She has no objections— and quite honestly even if she did, they didn't matter.    Surprise lingers on her expression so faintly as she's initially brought along,    and without a sound she follows and keeps good pace, although her steps    are far from silent. Legal pad and pen are lost in the chaos, but weren't important.

                       Where were they going?                                      That was a far curioser question.                                                       And one that brings a smile to her face.

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