#kickassana

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Read if you RPed with askunamusedloki or kickassana

Jen is no longer allowed on tumblr and had to delete. Those who have her number and Skype can still reach her, and she's still up to roleplay on other websites. If you know anyone she roleplayed with, please tag/message them so they don't think she just ditched on them. 

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3 You know the drill. :) XOXO Jennifer

Put a ❤ in my inbox, and my muse will confess something they think is cute about your muse!

"Ana? Gosh…She’s all around adorable. One thing though? Her smile. She’s got the cutest grin, it makes her nose tilt up slightly and I think she has dimples."

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{evaden loooooves Ana's hair~}

noidont

ineversaidthat

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who told you

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Service for Life

Evaden hated sales. While he understood the necessity of them, and his wallet certainly didn't complain because with the jails empty, he didn't have as much public tax to pay. But the base of it all it made him feel dirty. But whenever he tried to argue the point, he was always roughly ignored and rebuffed. They had established this sort of institution a thousand years ago, and it had created such an age of order and peace that their forefathers could never imagine. Honestly, Evaden couldn't remember a time when this hadn't been normal and concrete and standard. But it always made his gut turned.

Unfortunately, it was his friend's, Cy, favorite thing. "They sell cheap, work hard, and are easy to get rid of." was his arguing point, always with a wicked smile. Cy was a good guy, but his reputation with how he treated his indentured servants was infamous, to the point where it was nearly celebrity status. He broke them early and went through one in, at longest, two months. So Evaden, the silent friend, stood next to him in the crowded auction room. The air reeked of smoke and it was loud with chatter as the last sold slave was led off stage. The brunet's stomach twisted as he watched the young boy- no older then 19- was led to a malicious looking woman before redirecting to the next filthy, barely clothed prisoner led on stage.

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Valentine's Day

Evaden swallowed as he slipped into her section again. They'd taken to meeting up in different places, but it was always of convince to meet where she worked, especially if it was a short notice thing. The brunet aimed to surprise her, and he kept the small box tightly gripped between his hands, under the table. The wrapped was crude at best- for as eloquent as Evaden spoke, he was a klutz when it came to finer manipulation. It bulged in strange placed, and the bow still had the tag on it, but he'd done his best.

He had been unsure what to get her from the very start. He'd initially looked at clothing, knowing she had an extensive wardrobe, but he struggled with sizes and it seemed intrusive to ask her. His next idea was a dinner, but after working a restaurant all day, the last thing she wanted to do was probably sit down in another. Plus, it was out of his budget now. When he finally settled on a gift, he knew it was perfect. 

Dear Anastasia,

It's been such a wonderful time knowing you. You are a wonderful young woman, who had overcome so much, and I'm honored to be friends with you. I get you this gift so, not only will you remember how much I care for and support you, but also so you can overcome your struggles (read: punch that jerk if he shows up again right in the face) even more.

Happy Valentine's Day, Ana.

Evaden

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Frequent Faces

Evaden hadn't meant for it to happen. 

Really, he didn't.t

But he wasn't unhappy when, for the third day in a row, he was once again seated in the same section. Normally, it wouldn't mean anything to him; the brunet was more worried about good food and a peaceful atmosphere then small specifics like his waitress. But Ana...She was something else. She had a snappish but open attitude, teasing as he ordered his normal mug of tea but prompt with his varying orders of food. As he sat down and placed a tall pile of books and papers on the table next to him, smiling as he saw Ana a few tables back. 

Maybe he'd actually give his name this time.