thatblondelf
Somewhat back, slow replies—sorry
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- Artist — vikisighABOUT ME“”Click the strings for roleplay information.
Hello~
I'm a 20+ year old rper/writer. I've been doing this for 15+ years (way back into the myspace era) so I've been around the block a few times.
I'm here for either a long or short term partner. I hyper-fixate on things sometimes... like writing stories, which I assume that's why I'm back here again! I love creating stories and I collaborating with others to create something fun and interesting. However, when I hyper-fixate on something I get into it hard and fast. This also means that I crash and burn just as bad, so I'm trying to take this easy so I don't lose my love for writing with others, but please don't hate me if I take more than a week or two to respond.
With that being said...
I may not always respond within 24 hours (especially if I have burnout)
I will attempt to be relatively attentive to the roleplay, and I will let you know if I'm going through a rough spell.
PREFERENCES
+ I only RP onsite through DM.
+ Will use DMs for OOC chat/plotting (No discord, might hand it out if I like you enough)
+ I am in the CST time zone in America.
+ I usually mirror reply lengths.
+ Okay with all face-claim styles (art/anime/real)
+ Triggers: Extremely detailed gore
+ 3rd Person writer
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+ female mains
+ slow burn romances
+ prefers fxm (im lame yeah, but its my comfort pairing)
+ can do any pairing for secondary characters
+ can double
+ quality over quantity
+ 18+ partner (I'm an adult and it's weird, especially if there's any romance involved)
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- one-liners (unless it's a dialogue heavy scene)
- text-style rp
- erotica
- PVP
- PAIRINGS“”If any of these look familiar, I do frequent the 1x1 IC forums, and these have caught my eye/I never got a response when asking the original poster about it.
Bold & Underlined = Preferred Role
Human x Elf
Best Friends to Lovers
Enemies to Lovers
Bad Boy x Good Girl
Nerd x Popular
Brother's Best Friend x Friend's Sister
CLOSED [ Doubling Required ] Best Friend's Boyfriend x Girlfriend's Best Friend
PROMPTS
- Preferred Role: Ex Girlfriend
Wow, my lecture really sucked ass today, I'm stressed as fuck and decided to go to a party. Shit, you're at this party too. We had a really ugly breakup and didn't talk for a long time and we've had way to many drinks and now we're kissing and... oh shit, all that wasn't supposed to happen tonight, but we're sort of on better terms now and yikes I might be falling for you again and... wait you have a boyfriend??! - Preferred Role: Muse A
Soulmate AU where any scar that you would receive actually shows up on your soulmate as well after the age of 18. Muse A is this super popular, well loved person who is seemingly perfect and Muse B hates them for it. One day Muse B wakes up to find these awful bruises on their arms and around their neck, things that are impossible to deny are abuse marks. At class the next day they notice that Muse A isn't there and doesn't think too much of it, but the thing that really makes them start noticing something is up is when Muse A shows up the next day wearing an long sleeved turtleneck in the middle of summer. - Preferred Role: Inn Employee
The Inn-Between is an inn found on the plane between life and death. Like purgatory, it is where lost souls go when they can't move on. The employees try their best to make sure everyone gets a chance at the afterlife, but you're not supposed to be here. - Preferred Role: Muse B
Sure, it’s a weird want ad, but certainly not the weirdest, so Muse A decides to give the job at Arens & Arens Investigations a shot. Muse B runs a paranormal detective agency, solving problems for the supernatural, and helping keep things under wraps. - Preferred Role: Kidnapped Girl & Serial Killer
You are so close to closing the case on the identity of this serial killer is, you can taste the promotion that will come with it. However when he kidnaps your girlfriend of eight years, you falter knowing that revealing him will cost you her life. Are you willing to bring him to justice at the cost of losing the person you cared about the most?
PLOTSSecond Chances CLOSED
MxF, Western, Modern, Enemies to Lovers
Preferred Role: Female
She’s from a small ranch, 20 miles away from civilization. Three years ago, her mother died, and she inherited the family ranch that her mother had turned into a sanctuary for injured horses. Since then, every month she’s headed to a different horse sale, saving one or two who are destined for the meat market. Until one month she meets the craziest horse she’s ever seen; half mad and completely distrusting of humans. Even with her expertise she isn’t sure what to do with him. Until she recognises him from a poster on her wall.
Four years ago, his name was everywhere. A 19-year-old who along with his horse Storm was winning almost every competition going. Nothing was too much for the two of them together. Until he was invited to the Olympic Eventing Trials. Despite his age, it was no surprise to anyone when he came out of the Dressage at the top of the scoreboard and going into the second phase it looked like he would finish far ahead of anyone else. However, as the final jump approached, Storm spooked, taking the jump wrong, and horse and rider landed in a tangle of limbs. The accident left him with a damaged spine, at least five other broken bones and other injuries; it took him almost two years in rehabilitation to get over and learn to walk again. While in hospital, Storm was sold after he started showing signs of aggression to his handlers, but was physically unharmed from the accident.
Now he’s now your typical bad boy living in a cramped apartment in the center of the city. But out of the blue he gets a call from a girl who claims to have his horse. She wants him to come and see Storm, to try and help rehabilitate the horse he abandoned four years ago. The problem is he’s determined not to be around horses ever again and she’s not the sort of person who ever gives up on anything. And if he’s the only way to help Storm heal, she’ll do everything in her power to get them together.Behind the Mask
MxF, Cinderella-style, Modern, High School
Preferred Role: Female
She's a quiet girl, doing her best to get through the worst years of her life. Her father remarried to a horrible woman with two daughters in tow. They were constantly belittling her, but not when her father was around. As long as her father was happy, she could deal with their torment. But when her father suddenly died in a car crash, she's forced to live with the three people that she hates the most! Suddenly her life is turned upside down and she's practically their hand maid at this point. Her only escape is the elderly lady next door, her godmother Betty.
He's the star of the football team, the Ellendale Eagles. All his life his father pushed him to be the best, even went so far as to pull strings to get him the quarterback position. However, his life feels empty. But what was he missing? He was practically famous, with his position on the team, and he was dating the head cheerleader of Ellendale. In light of Ellendale's upcoming game against their rival team, the Rivercrest Ravens, the school is throwing a bash to get the school hyped up. The theme is a halloween masquerade. For a chance to be someone else, they both go to see what the night will bring. When they meet? There's a connection that is undeniable, but when it comes time to remove the mask, will they be satisfied with who is behind it?Taboos and Textbooks Pairing CLOSED
MxF, College, Modern
Preferred Role: Female
When her mother get's spontaneously remarried Muse A returns home from abroad to continue her studies in the States. When she returns, she didn't plan on finding herself drawn to someone on her first day back. However, when she parts ways with the stranger and goes home she definitely didn't expect that someone to be her new step-father's son, Muse B! To top it all off, he's attending the same college as her. Now they both have to deal with their mutual attraction to one another, despite his inhibitions about their current relation. He's always known his father to be finnicky, so he wasn't expecting the marriage to last.The Whispering Woods
MxF, Suspense, Horror, Modern
Preferred Role: Muse B (female)
Muse A lives in a small town just a stone's throw away from a dense forest called The Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots, and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crossing the log bridge, one foot over the other, they enjoy the soft 'whispers' (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it's because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A's never been the superstitious type. They've been frequenting the woods since they were a kid, and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.
One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled as if they haven't had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A senses that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrives at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can't remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A get's to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found. Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down, and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A's coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they're alright, wherever they are.
Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting there for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what's keeping them bound to these woods.The Time Traveler
MxF, Sci-fi, Angst, Star-crossed lovers
Preferred Role: Muse B (female)
Time Travel - Dr Who style romance; heartbreak, tension, death, grief, fate
Angsty (possible) lines for the story
"You need to believe me, please!"
"Don't leave."
"Easy... I've got you..."
"I don't have a choice- I never had."
"Is it worth it?"
Muse B recruits a space-ship that Muse A is on/owns. This is the first time Muse A is meeting Muse B, but Muse B knows Muse A because they were together in their past. Because it's at the end of Muse B's timeline of knowing them, but only the start of Muse A knowing B. It starts out quite angsty for Muse B since Muse A would think B was crazy if they spouted all of that. However, B is dealing with her feelings because they watched Muse A die a couple years back. The Ship gets attacked after they land on a planet and Muse B is dying and tries to tell Muse A of their past, and gives them the time device in hopes that Muse A would go back in time and meet Muse B. So it's essentially a cycle of one now knowing the other, but knowing they die. The angsty bit is when they realize their feelings and knowing that the other is going to die. But time is a loop, so there's not much they can do to stop it.. unless one of them DIDN'T die...Blindsided
MxF, Modern, Mafia, Suspense
Preferred Role: Female
Her best friend thought it would be a good idea to set them up on a blind date. She guessed that it wasn't too bad, but she was still getting over a bad breakup; so she wasn't too keen on it. However, she shows up at the restaurant they were supposed to meet up at and to her surprise, she’s greeted by one of the most handsome guys she’d ever laid eyes on. They seem to hit it off and go on a few more dates after that, but she makes it clear that she’s not really looking for anything serious and he doesn't seem to mind it. After a few weeks of knowing him, there's a knock on her door. Well, less of a knock and more of a banging. Three men, dressed in all black, break into her apartment and kidnap her. Long story short, they're after her blind date and are using her as bait to get what they want. Now she’s banking on the blind date becoming her knight in shining armor. - Preferred Role: Ex Girlfriend
- GENRES & FANDOMS
Genres
Fantasy - Modern - Medieval - Post Apocalypse - Sci-Fi - Cyberpunk - Slice of Life - Dystopian - Utopian - Historical - Drama - Mystery - Fairy Tale
Fandoms
Dragon Age - Lord of the Rings - The Hobbit - Sword Art Online - The 100 - Kim Possible - Howl's Moving Castle - Spirited Away - Star Wars - Spirit SOTC - Mandalorian - Heartland - CSI - Percy Jackson - Leviathan - Inheritance - Inkheart - Maximum Ride - Red Dead Redemption - Supernatural - Dragon Prince - Love Alarm - Miraculous Ladybug - The Dark Crystal - Bridgerton - Harry Potter - Game of Thrones - Twilight - Descendants -
WRITING SAMPLES
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1.Danica's lavender eyes surveyed the scene in front of her; six human bodies, and four orcs, littered the forest floor. The smell of death clung to the air, stinging her sensitive nose with the tang of iron. Her initial reaction was to flee the scene, but she found herself rooted to the spot. It wasn't as if she'd never seen either of the races before, but she was curious about the orcs. Most of the time, when out scouting like she was currently doing, she would take a vial of blood back to the mystics to help aid them in their search to find something they were weak to. Orcs were disturbing, ugly creatures to her. She'd learned to tell when one was near, just by the smell of rotting flesh that permeated the air in their wake. However, they didn't seem to feel pain, and it made them that much more terrifying to fight.
She collected what she could of the black blood that was left, and started to leave when movement caught her eye. With lighting reflexes, she whipped around, spinning her double-bladed glaive off of her back and into a defensive position in front of her. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. Danica's eyes flicked around the area for the movement that had caused alarm. Confusion danced across her face as she could not place the reason for her panic, at least not until she lowered her glaive. She saw it clearly that time, one of the human bodies shifted slightly. At this point, it felt like her heart was caught in her throat from the fear and adrenaline pumping through her. She wasn't completely alone in these woods, but if something were to happen help wouldn't be getting there fast enough. Arborlon was too far away, and she knew that the other scouts were not patrolling this area today.
It was one human, what was there to be afraid of? Besides, it looked like it wouldn't make it through the night anyways. She started to leave again, but could not make her feet move. Despite the hatred towards humans, it still felt wrong to leave the human there to die.
"Damn myself if this ends unwell." She cursed herself in Elvish, before moving towards the human.
It was a male, she concluded from the build. She crouched on the balls of her feet beside him, her toes gripping the earth to keep herself balanced. Her white braid slipped over her shoulder, dangling a few inches above the male's chest, as she felt for signs of life. There was a nasty slash across the right side of his body, and blood was still slipping out of it. She didn't know how bad the wound was, at least not without removing the armor. However, she didn't want to take a chance on him bleeding out because she didn't know the ways of human armor. She rested both hands on his wound and applied a small amount of pressure before sending healing energy into it to staunch the bleeding. While Elves were well-versed in healing, they did not have the power to completely heal large wounds like this without the help of others to lend their magic as well. She was able to stop the frequency of the bleeding, but she still needed to remove his armor and tunic before dressing the wound.
For the next twenty minutes she struggled to remove the armor and move the human away from the carnage. In the end, she had managed to move him about fifteen feet from his original spot and currently had him propped against the side of a large oak tree with a massive canopy. Luckily for the human, she carried herbal plants on her person when out scouting, so she had everything on hand that was needed to clean and treat the wound. However, she sacrificed a good portion of his shirt to make the dressing that she wrapped tightly around his mid-section to keep pressure on the wound so he wouldn't bleed out. As she finished tying the dressing, she wondered if he would make it through the night.
Nights in the Deep Wood weren't always the safest, depending on which sector they were in. However, she knew this one to not be overly dangerous for an unconscious being. However, she decided she would make a fire for him and leave. No need to let them know that an elf was near, he'd probably kill her on sight. So she set to her task of gathering wood quietly before returning and starting a fire a handful of feet away from him.2.Blake frowned as she sat on the top rail of the pen where the horse auction was taking place. Currently there was a sorrel mare being rode around, and her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about her mother again, and the reason why she was here. She was here in memory of her mother, who liked to attend these auctions on the off chance of finding a horse who needed to be saved. Black wasn't sure that she was going to ever live up to her mother's legacy, but she definitely had a knack for reading horses. It had only been three years since her mother died, but she was determined to keep her dream alive. So when an aggressive grey stallion was brought into the arena, she didn't hesitate to place her bid on him. Hardly anyone took chances on them except for Baldy Owens, the man who bought and sold horses for meat. By the end of the auction, she had three new horses to take home; including the grey stallion.
A sigh escaped her as she laid on her bed that night. Every day she'd tried to earn a little trust from the stallion, but nothing seemed to be working. He was so angry, and she didn't understand why. When the vet came out to check him, he was healthy so there wasn't any physical cause for his aggressive behavior. Sighing, she rolled over on her side and glanced over at her wall where posters, pictures, and show ribbons were pinned. Her eyes raked over them, wishing her mother was here to give her advice when she stopped on a old calendar from 2014 that she still had up. The picture was a grey stallion and she bolted upright in bed, surprise on her face. She flung herself out of bed and over to the picture and snatched it off of the wall. Was this aggressive horse Storm Struck?
She quickly made her way back into the living room and booted up their old towered desktop computer. While it wasn't new and fancy, it got the job done for what she needed: to research the whereabouts of Storm. She had already known that his owner sold him after winding up in the hospital for so long, but after that she lost track of the horse's whereabouts. Eventually she was able to piece together a vague timeline. Since he was unharmed in the accident he was sold to another competitor to continue his Eventing career, but he just lacked the will to perform as well as he used to. With such a negative review on his career, no one wanted to take a chance, and slowly the horse started to get more and more aggressive with each new owner.
Sitting back in her chair, she wondered how to help a horse that was so angry with the world. Briefly she wondered if his first owner would be able to help. They had a beautiful bond and perhaps that would be enough to at least get the horse to trust her... It was worth a try. By the end of the night, she'd made many phone calls and finally got quite a few dead-end numbers for people claiming to have Storm's old owner's number that she'd decided to give up and start again tomorrow.
The next morning she was sitting in her dining room, sipping her coffee when an angry whinny sounded out behind her grandfather's house, followed by the thudding of hooves on the ground. From her position in the dining room, she could see out the window and across the back yard to the round pen where a grey stallion paced anxiously around the small pen. He had only been here a couple weeks, but the horse was not settling down any. She couldn't believe that she owned this horse, Storm had been the number one horse back in 2014 in 3-Day-Eventing. Remembering why the horse was with sent a pang of pity through her.
Sipping her coffee, her phone lit up with a notification of a new text message.
Here's the number. Good luck.
515-088-1964
She'd tried everything she could think of to get the horse to calm down, but nothing seemed to work and he was terrified of even being touched. Her shoulder still ached a bit from where he had bit her when she first approached him. Steeling herself, she tapped on the number and pressed the call button. Hopefully this wasn't a bad idea. When the line picked up, she wasted no time talking.
"Hello?" She asked, "I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Blake Whitlocke, I'm trying to reach Dean Corey. Is this the right number?"3.Anna sighed as she slugged her way up to the third floor of her apartment complex. It wasn't a bad place to live, but it was far from perfect. The neighbors were loud at all hours of the night and many of them were unfavorable characters; so more often than not, it was best to keep your head down and don't draw attention. When she reached the top of the stairs, she briskly made her way to her door, pushed the key into the lock, and let herself inside quickly. Once inside she tossed her keys onto the small table, just to the left of her door, and hung her jacket up on a peg before walking to her bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. As she walked through the house the smell of smoke wafted past her nose and she froze. Was the building on fire? She stayed still and closed her eyes, listening for the tell-tale sound of a fire alarm. However, when nothing was heard, she chalked it up to somebody cooking something that they shouldn't and continued to her room to change. Just a few more months and she would have enough saved up to break her lease and move somewhere more favorable.
She emerged from her room wearing soft blue cotton pajama pants with little clouds on them and a white tank top. Her red hair was in slight disarray from changing her top. As she was making her way back towards her living room, a flash of red light in her peripherals caught her attention. She thought it was just a trick of the light, but when she turned to look for the source, she found it coming from under her bathroom door. Was somebody in her house? She quickly padded over to her front door and grabbed the baseball bat that she kept close to the door in case of an intruder and slowly made her way towards the bathroom.
"The cops are on their way!" She yelled at the door, raising the bat in case anyone would emerge from the doorway. "I have a weapon and I will use it, so you better come out right now."
Threatening intruders always worked... right? At least they did in the movies. The sound of something breaking caused her heart to drop into her toes and just as suddenly something burst through the door. Anna screamed and swung the bat, only to have it reverberate painfully in her arms from the impact with the creature in front of her. Her blue eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at the monstrous creature hulking in her hallway. It reminded her of an Iron Golem from a block building game she played, but more horrifying. It gave out a gravelly roar before slinging it's massive arms at her. She screeched, dropping the back and jumped out of the way as the creature smashed it's fist through her floor. The creature attempted to follow after her, but due to the frailty of the floors, it collapsed underneath the creature, dropping it into the apartment below.
She wasn't going to wait for the apartment to collapse on top of her, so she quickly picked herself up and rushed to the front door. As she reached for the handle a bright red glow surrounded her and she was momentarily blinded, but she could still feel the doorknob. She twisted the handle and flung herself forwards, out of her apartment and into... a strange room?
She fell forwards onto her knees as she was taken from her world and deposited somewhere else entirely. Her mind didn't understand what had just happened.
"This isn't my apartment..." She mumbled confused as she looked around with wide eyes.
From her position on the floor, she had a view of someone standing a few feet away from her. The ground smelled of mildew and dung, alluding her to the thought that she was in some kind of barn. With a groan, she quickly pushed herself up as the person jogged over and crouched beside her.
"Gods, are you okay?" Came a male voice, speaking a language she couldn't understand. "What are you doing in here?"
She reached up to rub her head, where it made contact with the ground, only to pull her hand away and find a small amount of blood on her hand. Her head was pounding as she slumped forwards with another groan.
"Where am I?" She asked, looking up at the person.
He wasn't too hard on the eye, from what she could see. He had long blonde hair that was pulled back behind his head. He wore a serious expression and stared down at her with amber eyes in both confusion and intrigue. His pointed ears- She suddenly closed her eyes, moving to rub them before focusing on the male again. No, they were still there. Was she at some sort of renaissance fair? Was she dreaming? She didn't know.
"You..." She started to say, but trailed off, unsure how to comment on his ears.
"I cannot understand your tongue, do you speak Elvish per chance?" He inquired.
He noted that she definitely wasn't from this area, as her clothing was a great hint for him. However, he'd never seen something quite like her fashion in this world, mostly because in his she would be classified as barely dressed. He wasn't embarrassed by her indecency, but he didn't make it a point to survey her too long. She looked like she was about to faint. Her blue gaze on him was strong, despite how unsteady she looked. The confusion on her face told him that she did not speak their language, so he attempted another.
"Do you understand this language?" He asked, watching her reaction.
She only stared at him in confusion, not understanding anything he was saying. With a sigh, he resorted to miming his question as he indicated towards her head while pulling out a medicine pouch. Anna regarded him carefully, trying to figure out what he was saying. When he indicated towards her head, and showed her a pack, she assumed that he wanted to help her. With her nod, a universal language, he crouched beside her and brushed her hair from her face before cleaning her wound. Luckily it didn't need any kind of bandaging, as it was just a minor scrape. Head wounds tended to bled a lot more, even from a small nick. When he was done, he stood up and offered his hand to her. Against his better judgement, he didn't think it would be kind of him to let her wander about the country by herself. Most people here weren't too friendly towards Humans, thinking of them as violent, lumbering apes. However, if he could conceal the fact that she wasn't human, maybe it wouldn't be too hard to get her somewhere safer.
She hesitantly took his hand and stood up. Her mind told her to be wary of this male, especially since she was in such a strange place. However, she had no other alternative right now and didn't feel like wandering about an unknown place alone. At least with him around, she most likely wouldn't get harassed. Once she was standing, and he was certain that she wouldn't fall over, he removed his cloak and offered it to her for some protection against the stares she would receive due to her clothing.4.Inari frowned as she watched the humans scouting through her people's forests. Her nose scrunched in disgust. How dare they march, with an army no less, into their forests! She knew this could only be bad, the humans never seemed to have any regard for them. All they wanted was to use them. Dropping down from the tree she had been perched in, she squatted low to avoid being seen. A few scouts had pushed past her spot, never seeing her, so now she had to slip past them.
Her hand brushed briefly over the long scar that extended from behind her ear, all the way to the hollow of her throat. The way she saw it, they were no better than the band that had given her the scar. It was true, the Elven had knowledge of quick healing, but she chose to bare the scar in reminder to not trust humans. Turning to leave, she found her face only a few inches from the tip of a broadsword. Her green eyes flicked up to the scout that had her at the end of his blade.
"You better remove your sword from my face, shem." She snarled at him, then when he didn't listen, she sprang forwards.
She latched onto the male, scrabbling to rip her dagger free from it's sheath on her thigh. However, he was much to quick for her and had her pressed to the ground in seconds, his own dagger hovering just above her scar, by her ear, where the scar started. She breathed heavily, angry that she had been bested by a shemling no less. However, he didn't move to kill.
"Stop moving, I'm not here to kill you." He said, his voice gravelly.
She relaxed, for just a hair of a moment, letting him believe she had submitted to his control, then she lunched back at him, having worked her dagger free from her leg. She could see in his eyes the moment that he realized she would rather kill him than figure out why he was here. Growling, he easily flipped her off of him and pressed her back to the ground, this time on her stomach.
"Get off you filthy shem!" She hissed, struggling to break free as he pulled her arms behind her back.
"Not quite..." He said, his voice focused on another task. "There."
She felt the familiar bite of rope against her wrists and then his weight leaned off of him. He sat back, panting heavily.
"Damn, You elves are fast." He said with a breathy grin.
Her green eyes narrowed at him as she watched him, listening. She knew he had her at an advantage. With no way to get herself up quickly, he would be able to easily take her down again. So for now, she stayed still.
"Still, I can't let you go running off, to attack the rest of our men. We're just coming to talk."
"With an army? Do we look as stupid as you sound?" She spat, her eyes ablaze.
"It's not that simple..." He said, his eyes dark.5.
[/pindent]1:45 PMCalleigh hummed softly to herself as she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. Her thoughts were on bills that were soon to come due, and she was doing her best to ignore the alarm in her brain telling her to get it done now. It wasn't at the top of her list at the moment, the top being her needing to find another job. She'd lost her job two days ago and hadn't had the heart to tell her daughter what had happened. Besides, she didn't want another person believing that she was a terrible mother. Again it would be another week living on sandwiches, and she felt disappointment settle in her stomach at the thought.
Calleigh had always wanted the best for her daughter, but as a single mom... it was a lot harder than she'd been led to believe.
Briefly she wondered if things would be different if her first marriage hadn't crumbled so spectacularly. Sighing, she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her before walking to her room. Jessie was still at school, so she didn't have to worry about decency at that time. Looking at the clock she noted that school had just let out, and she knew it usually took her an hour to ride the bus home, so Calleigh had time to cook dinner before she got home.
An hour later, dinner was ready. She'd spent a little more on this dinner than she should have, but she felt like she needed to show her that she was a capable mother despite how much she was failing.
Another thirty minutes passed by and Calleigh was starting to panic, wondering where Jessie was. So she called the phone that she'd given her, only to have it go straight to voicemail.
"Damnit, Jessalyn!" She cursed, immediately dialing 911 to report her as missing.
5:12 PM
Jessie was startled awake at the sound of the bus stopping and announcing her stop. Wiping her eyes she stood up and exited the bus and looked around. She was in a very unfamiliar city, compared to the one that her and her mother lived in. Houses and buildings took up every inch of the space and it made her feel a little nervous. Most of the reason for it, was because she was alone in a strange city. She glanced down at the small paper gripped in her hand.
614 Highland Apartment #12, New York
Tucking the note into her back pocket, she started down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for Highland Apartments. The walk through New York was cool, not as cold as up in Detroit but still cold enough for her to wish she'd worn more layers. Currently she was trekking through the city wearing a pair of white washed, distressed, skinny jeans paired with a black tank top, maroon flannel shirt, and a distressed denim jacket with a pair of black biker boots to finish it off.
Her dark brown hair was down and whipping slightly in the crisp wind. She tugged her jacket closer around her and pressed onward.
It took her the better part of half an hour before she found the place, and it the sun was starting to set. Fear settled in her stomach and she wondered if this was a mistake as she looked up at the large, foreboding building. Stepping up to the door, she attempted to open it and found it locked. She cupped her hands over the glass door and peered inside, not seeing anyone. Groaning in frustration, she turned and glared out across the street momentarily before spotting the communication system to her right. Jessie stepped over to it and scanned the names.
10 - JULIAN WHITMORE
11 - ALEXA PIERCE
12 - HENRIK PAULUS
13 - LYNDA SHARP
Her breath caught in her throat as her heartbeat accelerated slightly. This was it. Tentatively, she reached out and pressed the button next to his name.
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