So after much debate and agonizing, I'm dropping May and leaving the group for a bit to focus on work. I thought I would be having a lightish quarter, but the last two weeks have proven that I should be in "Survive the Winter" mode. Anyway, sorry to the people I'm dropping threads with. Sorry I didn't to see it to the end and quadruple sorry if this isn't the first time I've dropped a thread with you because I'm leaving the group. I would hold on to the cutie, but I'm sure people want to try their hand at the adorable ORAS protag. Maybe if she's up again in the future, I'll pick her back up. Anyway, thanks for all the fun guys! No doubt I'll see you sometime soon! :D
Brendan had brushed arms with her as they were both near the sink, and soap suds had caught onto his wrist. He chuckled lightly as she spoke softly, a fluff scene filled with Moe.
“I… I know you’re busy. I mean you have entire lands to explore. And anyway, communication is a two-way thing. I should have tried to reach you more too.”
Brendan looked into her eyes as the two caught sight of each other. “May..” he began as a blush appeared on both their faces. “I, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, I —”
The moe-filled scene was abruptly stopped once Ticcy had sprayed him down with a water gun.
"Eh…" Brendan stood there, his shirt soaked. "Well, at least he didn’t get anything else wet."
“Uhhh…” She nervously laughed a bit, torn between irritation and guilt, “Want to borrow a shirt?”
With a quick excuse to change, May snuck away to her room and closed the door behind her. Once the lock set in place, she wasted no time in sinking to her knees and curling up into a little ball of embarrassment.
“Well that could have gone better,” she murmured, her breath raising goosebumps on her knees. She could still remember Brendan’s warmth as he hovered by her side and the slight smile they had shared. Just thinking about it made her ears burn and her head turn to mush. They had shared something, a moment dared she say, with all the weight of lingering touches and sidelong glances and… Ugh, she was so far gone.
There was skittering in her lower drawer, suspiciously where her candy stash was hidden. May wrenched it open to find Ticcy grappling with the wrapper of a lollipop. The young woman sighed, shaking her head and plucking the treat out of his spindly legs. He gave her a hopeful look. “You must be kidding? After that little stunt you pulled? You’ll earn this once you help me figure out what to wear.”
He chirped in way of grumbling but nonetheless swung up to her drawer of frilly blouses.
Classic taste as always.
***
May ventured out into the living room, nervously patting down her skirt. Casual. Comfortable. Sure skirts weren’t always her thing, but she was the birthday girl. She could dress how she wanted. And maybe… just maybe… skirts might be Brendan’s thing?
But she didn’t have much longer to think about it as she found herself surrounded, suddenly the object of attention. And then they began. A chorus of chirping, growling, humming, and one baritone voice singing to a very familiar tune. Her face flushed under their warm gazes, under the glow of the lone candle, under his smile that –just for today – she could pretend was just for her.
"Quick, now make a wish!"
But there was nothing to wish for, or rather, she had already made her wish. She had been destined for a boring and frankly lonely birthday, and she had hoped for something to turn it around. And that was what he did, a 360 for her birthday. It was greedy to ask for anything more.
But across the low light of a melting candle, meeting his unflinching kind gaze, she took a deep breath, blew, and wished for something like courage.
The flame flickered and died, and a stream of smoke reached for the ceiling.
"So, what did you wish for?"
May watched the smoke like it was meant to fulfill some promise. It curled once, twice, and she took a leap of faith. May leaned over and pressed a soft almost-nothing kiss to Brendan’s cheek.
"It doesn't matter. It's already come true." she smiled.
After seeing the pokeball meme, I realized it has been a while since I have made one! So here is the Pokemon badge meme, something I quickly made up for all to enjoy!
Lol, oh you know me, I prowl through the streets in my yakuza getup beating up the dorks who wander onto my turf. Nah, it's probably May by default. Also that girl can have a righteous streak so I imagine if someone she loved got hurt, she wouldn't mind getting in a punch or two. I can only think of two times I almost got into a fight. Although one day I would like to jump out of a tree onto someone like the glorious ninja monkey I am. xD
09:is taller
Huh... I haven't thought too much about May's height. I guess I always assumed that she was on the shortish side, but imagining her at my height (5'2" and 1/2 inches - the half inch is very important) seems a bit much. I guess she's taller than me, but probably not by a lot. 5'4" perhaps?
05:gets more romantic attention
Hahahaha, considering the threads this girl has, I'd say May. I've had a couple of people flirt with me, but they've all been notably creepy. It's a mystery that me and my friends are trying to solve.
(Ah I already answered 3 and 8, but I shall compensate you with 1 and 2!)
04:has the wittiest tongue
Huh… I don’t know if wit is really May’s thing. She’s more of the straightforward rambling type. Hahahaha, and for me, if you stick me with the right people (e.g. my brother) I’ll always snap back with something to say.
01:is the most stubborn
Hands down that’s May. She’s pretty adamant once she gets her mind set on something. Me, on the other hand, I can be like that but more likely than not, I’ll just roll over and let you have it your way.
02:is the most practical
Thatta be me! I’m a list person, and when I have to make tough choices I always lay out the logical pros and cons. May would be the type to go on her emotions and her gut instincts. Sometimes when I write her, I think of what I would do in her situation and then pick the opposite for her. xD
(TADA THAT WAS POST 100. You are our winner (FLASHING SIGN))
Hmm, that probably goes to May because I just don't have much of a temper. I'm pretty non-confrontational, and I think May would be quicker to get angry than me on most things.
08:is the most friendly
May again. Not that I'm not friendly, but I'm not the social butterfly that May is. That girl is supposed to be friendly personified. Can't compete against that. :D
11:is the better singer
Hahaha that's probably me. I sing anywhere and everywhere, especially on my bike. You can pretty much hear me coming as I sing musical songs at the top of my lungs.
12:is the better dancer
Hahahahahahaha, sorry I just find this funny because there's no comparison. I'm an awful dancer. I dance to make people laugh. May has better coordination than me, so if all she could do was dance the robot, she'd have me beat.
My muse has lost their memory and is relying on Sticky Notes strewn around to guide them.
Send anonymous Sticky Notes (“Sticky Notes” in ask box to specify) to help the character regain their memories, or deceive them into doing your bidding.
[ Originally from char-ivanov ]
The grunt endured his pain in silence as the girl he had nearly knocked over grabbed onto his injured arm for support. She recoiled immediately, as if repulsed by the touch, before looking up at him with wide eyes. He almost expected her to scream, or even push him away; what she actually did was the last thing he expected.
He didn’t even pause to think. Almost as soon as the girl opened the door to the side of the building Xander had slipped inside and ducked into the closest stairwell, his chest heaving as he leaned his back against the wall for support.
Once the pair were both inside the blonde pulled his trademark yellow scarf over the small red “R” patch stitched onto his black hoodie, then shoved his bloodied hand into his pocket. In the dim light of the stairwell he could see his savior’s face.
She was pretty. Even the tired bags beneath her eyes did little to disguise their dazzling blue, framed with soft brown hair. Her expression was an odd combination of startled and sleep-deprived, but to him she resembled an angel—a guardian angel who had just rescued him from spending the night behind bars.
"Y’know," he began, looking at her seriously. "Ya probably shouldn’t be inviting strangers into a hotel with you in the middle of the night—not that I’m not grateful, or nothin’."
He stared at her for a moment before flashing her his typical crooked smirk.
After her new hideaway dashed into the hotel, May lingered for a second at the door and wondered what exactly she was hiding him from. The night was quiet, normal, and she might have been able to convince herself of it if it wasn’t for the young man lurking under the stairwell, breathing like he had just caught his life’s second wind. For a brief panicked moment, she thought she saw a flicker like from a flashlight, but it could have been a trick of the light, courtesy of her tired eyes. Still, May hurriedly closed the door, satisfied by the sound of the deadbolt locking in place. Thank god for hotels with high end security.
When she turned around, he was staring at her - full-on, unabashedly, like he was trying to figure her out – and her lips twitched as she realized she didn’t know how long he had been doing that. Okay, maybe she hadn’t walked herself into the greatest of situations, but she had seen, leapt into crazier things. Her stowaway couldn’t have been much older than her, and though his golden eyes had an unreadable quality to them – something that made her even more conscious of the fact that she was a walking open book – she thought that they looked… nice. That he looked nice…
Bleeding arm aside.
"Y’know, ya probably shouldn’t be inviting strangers into a hotel with you in the middle of the night—not that I’m not grateful, or nothin’."
May could have winced because she thought for a second that it was that whole “open book” thing and he had just read her mind, but then he cracked a smile at her, a really charming, really cute smile, and she found herself mirroring him.
"Guess I’m lucky I ran into you."
“No, it’s nothing!” The young woman said a bit too loudly, and her eyes darted to the door apologetically. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Really. It’s nothing. I just… I just opened a door for you.”
Her gaze wandered to his arm, to the blood dripping on the floor. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to his arm, wanting to help, only to stop when she remembered the sticky feeling on her palm. His blood was still on her hands. She grimaced as she remembered how she had recklessly pulled at his arm, and she squeezed her hand into a fist, hating how it squelched slightly.
“Sorry about that.” She said vaguely. “Um do you mind if I… look at it? Or do you want me to get someone from the front desk?”
SLEEPING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS (pls read if we're threading)
I am on le break! Which means freedom! Which means sleeping! Which means time to write out replies!
Sorry to those I have been threading with! I have been on what is essentially a two month hiatus, and I'm sure that if you've been waiting that you're sick of it. On the bright side, I'm here to wreck and get these little suckers typed out. On the down side, coming back to about 10 threads is seriously intimidating. Also May's muse is currently dying, but I'm furiously doing CPR on her, the poor girl.
But given how the situation is, I need to lighten the load and drop some threads. I'm dropping anything that hasn't been started or that's in the works. I'll also be dropping some threads that my muse has kind of died for. Basically I'll be dropping everything except the threads with the following people: Elise, Brendan, Xander, and Yoshi.
I'm really sorry if I dropped your thread. It's definitely nothing personal and has to entirely with my inability to keep up. To be honest, I had written out my drop ask to the mods, but then I thought maybe I could get May up and running if I could reduce her threads. If, down the line, you want to revive our thread or get a new one going, I'll totally be up for it. In the mean time, I hope you understand. If you want to talk to me about our thread (whether you want to continue our thread or you want it dropped - because man I would not be surprised if your muse was dying too after this long), just send me an ask or find me on skype! Seriously, I want to make everyone happy but also keep a comfortable load for myself, and I'm totally willing to negotiate to balance that.
Anyway, tl;dr: dropping some threads, keeping others, message me if you are not satisfied (or if you want to say hi :D)
Phantom of the Operation (Ghost!AU) || Elise & May
She was in the prime of her life, and the prime of her reign of terror over Lumiose City. No one dared to stand in her way, and while no crimes were committed within her steely jurisdiction, no merriment took place in those clean streets either. Instead, an overwhelming climate of fear took hold over the city, as people spread hushed rumors of innocents dragged away to her prisons, the bloodied blade swinging by her side, and the paralyzing effect that her chilling glare could have on a person unfortunate enough to meet her gaze.
The climate of paranoia stifled the town, so much so that the repression had to end eventually, explosively. When the speeding LumiCab struck down the officer as she was making her daily rounds, people wondered whether it was a true accident or a desperate ploy to loosen her tyrannical grip on the city. For all the power that the policewoman had while living, she was dead before she hit the ground.
The whole city breathed a sigh of relief on the day that her death was announced. Elise Ahrens was someone else’s problem now.
Minutes from going under the knife, and only one scene kept going through her head.
She remembered when her doctor had given her the news. He had pointed at the X-ray of her lungs and cracked a brittle smile at her, every word out of his mouth like a chisel, chipping away at his smile bit by bit. “When it’s progressed this far, most patients can’t assume a life expectancy past their thirties.”
The words had sat heavily between them, a sort of precarious bridge, one she was slow to cross, slow to understand. But when she finally did…
She had laughed.
Not a wild maniacal laugh, though she might as well have from the strange look Doctor Faust had given her. He had tried to impress on her the severity of her condition. “It’s really not funny. You can just see how serious it is if you look at…” And then he went on about enzymes and autoimmune diseases.
Really, he had misunderstood. She hadn’t been laughing so much because it was funny. It was just… strange, the realization that she should have had her midlife crisis when she was fifteen.
She was seventeen at the time.
Now she was twenty, and she felt that same nervous urge to laugh again. Except now it wouldn’t have been Doctor Faust who would give her a strange look. It would have been her surgeon and the army of nurses who were running around the operation room like clockwork. The tension ran high in the room – was that normal? – and she imagined her laughter would have only sounded eerie, off-kilter, in this setting. So she kept it in, the pressure building uncomfortably in her chest as she thought how she should have had her midlife crisis when she was fifteen.
How, if this operation failed, she should have had her midlife crisis when she was ten.
“Nervous?”
Doctor Myers, her surgeon, might have been smiling, but she couldn’t tell between the blinding light aimed at her chest and the mask covering his mouth. She had a feeling her nervous laugh would escape if she opened her mouth, so she settled for a tight smile.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. A nurse attached a gas mask to her mouth, and her vision began to bleed into fuzziness at the edges. She turned to the surgeon as he spoke, listening to watery murmurs that seemed leagues away. “Believe me, it’ll be like a breath of fresh air when you wake up again.”
But May had missed that last part. Over Dr. Myers’ shoulder, someone was looking at her. Oscillating her focus between clear and fuzzy, she tried to parse the piercing blue eyes from the blur that was the rest of her vision. They were beautiful eyes, even though they seemed furious.
And with that thought, she lost consciousness.
***
Toeing that edge between sleeping and waking, she could hear someone trying ground her in consciousness.
“Wake up.”
So May waited for her real wake up call: pain in her chest, wracking coughs, rattling shivers in her rib cage. But they never came. It was disorienting to open her eyes to clear deep breaths, her lungs expanding so much, so easily, that she was afraid they would just burst like an overblown balloon. She looked around her. A white room with the strong smell of antiseptic..?
Right… That’s right. She had just had surgery.
She was still hazy from the anesthesia, and her vision swam as she finally noticed the woman to the side of her bed. She was a fierce woman, towering over her and intimidating in her police uniform. But more than that, it was her eyes, cold and absolutely livid... At her. Did something happen? May opened her mouth to speak, but her cottonmouth garbled the words. She smacked her mouth and tried again. “Uh Officer, is something the matter- “
The woman had flickered. Like a light bulb, on and off and on again.
May’s eyes widened, and she rubbed her eyes. It didn’t happen again, but now that she was looking closer, she could see that the woman was faintly transparent. She rubbed even more furiously at her eyes. “Ugh, these drugs are making me hallucinate.”
✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character
Hmmm I read something recently where someone got letters from their future self in order to save a friend who died in the future. Something like that might be fun. Also I eventually want to do a thread where someone helps May with her issues with her mother. I also want a thread so I can get a Lapras on my team, cuz I really want a lapras <3 This is starting to feel like a wish list xD.
✖:A plot you would never do/can't do with your character
Hmmm Pokemon battles? That back and forth isn't too interesting. Also certain trigger-warning topics. Some things I don't have the stomach for.
☀:Another Mun that you really admire/respect
Oh man there are so many! Well Tess, you're definitely one! Then there's Hana and Danny and Gold. I'm sure there are so much more, but I haven't gotten a chance to read through their threads. :D
Huh… I think it’s hard for me to say considering I haven’t really done roleplaying that long. I have less of a pet peeve and more of a frustration about the way I write replies. Since replying is usually responding to a string of events, I find myself disjointly responding to each event, which creates a very jumpy flow in my writing. Usually responses sit on my desktop for days (or in some cases, weeks) because I can’t stand how my muse responds to one thing and then without transition responds to something else. >.<
Sorry about all the sending confusion!
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