#elphabathroppthemisunderstood

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Act

If I get 15 “Act”s, I (the mun) will record myself acting the character I roleplay.

//One

[timelordcurse]

* stuffs pears in Ten's mouth *

Why did you do that for?! Blimey, and they call me rude. 

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elphaba-thropp-the-misunderstood replied to your post: I’m not the only one who hasn’t seen/read Wicked,... ((Um, have you listened to some songs? You could get a good grasp with that I believe, or read the synopsis. Sums up everything.)) //No but I probably should. Both of what you suggested I should do. Probably wouldn't know what's happening if I did but thanks.

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[nessiethropp]

|| elphaba-thropp-the-misunderstood

"Elphaba?" Nessarose started, turning in surprise. "Where have you been?" Her lips pursed in disapproval, and she moved away from the table, leaving the various papers scattered upon it as she moved towards her elder sister. "Glinda was looking for you - she needed help with her sorcery, I think. I didn't have a clue where you were." She tilted her head curiously. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"

[nessiethropp]

+ elphaba-thropp-the-misunderstood

"Elphaba?" Nessarose turned, taken aback. "Where have you been?" She pursed her lips in slight disapproval before reaching out her arms. "Come - I've missed you."

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"That's a loverly colour on you." Olaf said, looking the green-skinned young lady over with his one eyebrow raised. He chuckled and offered his hand to greet her. "I'm kidding, of course. Count Olaf, at your service, madam. How do you do?"

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|| elphaba-thropp-the-misunderstood || Closed RP

Another long day had been completely wasted by having to sit through his soon-to-be-wife's mother's rants. On and on, she went about learning to act like an adult, finding a way to make money and put food in front of his new family. He didn't even want to be married, yet he was being forced to the endless torture of having to listen to a nasally, nagging voice all day. The least he could hope for was that his wife would be better.

Finally, once the sun began to lower past the horizon, she excused him and he rushed out of the elegant home. He hurried into his shoes, and out the door he went. Another downside was that, even though his town was relatively small, it was still a long walk to his own home where he looked forward to just falling into bed and sleeping. 

Just as he was beginning to pass the familiar landmarks that showed him he was only minutes away from home, he spotted someone. Not just anyone, though. It wasn't one of the men out and about, putting out fires and bringing their things into their homes or heading over to the bar. And it wasn't any of the women taking their clothes off the line for the night, or calling in their children.

This person, in the darkness at least, looked... green. His first thought was that maybe she was sick, and that the dimming daylight left just made the greenish color more exaggerated. Then he figured she was lost. After all, he knew nearly everyone in the village and he was almost positive he'd never seen her before. If she was lost, he was sure his family would be happy to let her stay the night and then he could help her find her way home the next day.

So Jack strolled up the woman, hands held politely behind his back and the closer he got, the more he realized that her skin really was that color he'd thought was just an illusion. And as uncomfortable as that made him, a gentleman was meant to be nice and - as had been droned into his ear all day long - he had to be a gentleman. "Excuse me," he started, the words feeling weird in his mouth as opposed to the usual "hey" or "hello" he usually greeted with. "Are you... lost?"