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Study Abroad [closed rp with Freckles-blog]

The first thing he had learned upon entering the country was that the documentation and the process took longer than a large cup of coffee. The second thing, it took longer to get through customs and hail a taxi than his phone battery lasted.

Given he hadn’t charged it since the plane, but one would think these phones would be good for a couple of days rather than a handful of hours. 

The thought of being able to have some fun overseas for a while was too good to pass up. He had already been confused as a student of Greek or Italian nationality. Perhaps some other southern country. He had to laugh a little before his voice gave him away. 

The dean of the college had a laugh as well, having emailed him plenty before he came over.

He had arrived early, enough so that he could begin moving things in while his roommate was out at breakfast. Hopefully this roommate was a bit fun. The man was supposed to help him adjust to the cultural differences here.

Ja’far...

What a nice name.

[halfsinhalfbad-blog]

Making a Mob, Starting with Spitfire [Freckles-blog]

The most important thing to him was the pounding of the music in his club when he had first opened. Liquor pouring down from champagne bottles and women in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. His place was like classy orgies and elegant decor. 

Didn’t pay the bills though, he had moved onto the typical sideline businesses. Foreign imports mostly. Tigers and exotic animals, weapons, black market organs... 

He was good at talking the talk and keeping his business afloat. 

The fact that there was an assassin set on his tail only meant he was doing his business well. He knew that well. Hell, he hugged Hinahoho at the news, laughing and clapping his hands together.

“Now we’re making something of ourselves!” 

Oh yes, Sinbad was excited the whole night, sitting in the VIP lounge of his club and waiting until a suitable attack timeframe. Two/Three in the morning seemed like a good killing time. He sent his ladies away and headed through the back, taking the long way home in his car and watching for some indication of a follower. 

When he get to his house, he left the door unlocked, opting to move one of his armchairs into the foyer so he could wait his assassin out. Or wait- no, he would have this done in his living room! The fishtanks would look cool. They would have that LED lighting being displaced by the water to give this first meeting an otherworldly kind of feel. 

He settled in the living room and angled his chair by a couple walls for sight purposes. 

Now he was ready. Yes, this would do for now.

He was getting his own assassin. He was going to definitely hire him if the man didn’t kill him. The man would probably fail.

[conquerorofzagan]

satea-magi replied to your post

[ i’d like to rp with you but then I get all nervous cause you’re like awesome and I just don’t want to bother you orz im sorry. You’re totes great. ] 

  freckles-blog replied to your post I always want to rp with you -hugs-

Satea-don’t be nervous, I’m not that awesome I swear. I’m just a lonely dork longing for attention and wanting to feel needed.

Freckles- and I always want to rp with you to -hugs back- I need to check on our rp on my ja

[sindriamage]

Kiss

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

It had been a long few months for the both of them. Yamu knew this but it seemed to taking its toll on Ja’far more than usual. It had been as though they couldn’t catch their breath before they were onto something else.. They were accustomed to working nearly all the time but this was too much even for them..And it wasn’t until they had been left alone in the library, noses stuck in some books and their generally neat scribbling turning sloppy beyond legibility. The mage frowned at her own writing. Would she even be able to read any of this later? And her answer was: probably not.Aqua gaze peeked over the top edge of her book when her ears caught the sound of Ja’far groaning. Quietly, she closed the book she held and gently set it down. “Something wrong, Ja’far?”Another groan. “These words are beginning to look like gibberish. Its giving me a headache…”Poor thing.. Yamuraiha smiled softly and carefully tugged the book from Ja’far’s grasp, flipping it closed and setting it aside. “It’s late. You should get some rest..”“No, no. There’s work to do. Besides, you’re still here.”Without a second thought, the mage responded, “I’ll go with you. I’m not going to be able to read my writing anyway, so I’m going to have to come back later…” She picked up her notes and organized them neatly, waiting for the advisor to stand. Once he did, Yamu quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.“Sinbad couldn’t ask for a better advisor..”

[advising-assassin-blog]

freckles-blog replied to your post://….why is it every time I follow a Sinbad it just...

Because clothes are for WIMPS!

"Clothes are for people with some sense of modesty; especially kings who have appearances to keep up which do not include being a nudist." This man would be the death of him.

[haemaatic-blog]

freckles-blog replied to your post “”[ someone do me a favor and go on Paimon and tell me if the themes...”

It seems to be working fine for me.

--[ okay thank you, it must just be my computer. I just figured I'd check