Fantasy Pure Moonlight [Semi-lit Werewolf RP] CLOSED/FULL

[emberpayne]

PURE MOONLIGHT

Character Submissions / OOC Thread
The wolves are dying. After centuries of staying hidden from humans in their respective packs, full of hierarchy and power, the werewolves numbers have dwindled to form one single, tiny pack. From their desperation to survive comes a heavy need to rebuild their numbers in any way they can. Among the humans are a rare few that have the bloodline strong enough to become wolves through transformation; some wolves choose to recruit new members this way, by subtly convincing these special humans to join their ranks with a bite or scratch. Others opt for a more emotional route, courting humans to become their mate to ensure future generations. Will you be the wolf whose only goal is to save their pack, or the human whose life is about to change in ways unimaginable?

ROLEPLAY SETTING

The small town of Aleria, set nearby and enormous pine forest near a mountain range. There is plenty of space for a wolf to run and plenty of space for a new werewolf to transition without any human interruption...of course, things don't always play out the way they should. There is a small town with a little coffee shop, an old-school restaurant, and several other little town buildings. Some humans choose to live in the little apartments in town, but many others have housing on the outskirts of town, closer to the forest. Use this information as you will. The leftover pack members live in a log cabin style pack house a decent distance into the woods, maintained by the money the Alpha brings in with their ancient human business connections. Financially they are stable, but they rarely wander into town without strong purpose, as they have now.​

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General Breakdown:
You are either a wolf or a human with blood potential to become one. If you choose to be a wolf, you can either choose to hunt for a mate among these humans, who you can sense by scent, or you can choose to build their trust in friendship until you feel you are able to bite or scratch them to cause transition. If you are a human, you can be a potential mate or a friend being swayed to make the turn. Please note that the wolves have still kept their existence hidden from humans, with the exception of hunters. They may or may not make an appearance in this RP depending on how it plays out.
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Extra Info (the change):
The change can be excruciatingly painful. In someone without the correct bloodline, it can be deadly. This is why it is only used on those with the potential already built into their DNA. Any of the natural born wolves can scent this alteration. The change, or transformation, can be initiated with a bite or deep scratch. Both are a regular sort of pain at first, but spread through the body almost like a venom, with a burning sensation. Then, of course, the actual change involves breaking bones and shifting organs and such. It's a fun deal. No magical poofs. And the shift means your character will be nude when shifting back into human form, NOT that you have to describe any nudity here, keep it PG.

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RULES

One. all site rules apply
Two. no god-modding or power-play, your character is not invincible
Three. please try to keep your grammar in check and at least 200-300 characters in each post
Four. one character per roleplayer
Five. be fair to other roleplayers and try to discuss plot before making major interactions with their character
Six. try to post at least twice a week, or let me know through PM if you cannot on a certain week

APPLICATIONS
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Post all forms here.

(sorry i'm awful at BBCode)
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[emberpayne]

[reserved.]​

 

[emberpayne]

Emery Ioquis ~ Healer
adressing: Calibutcher
The smell of the human village always intrigued her; there were so many scents the humans created that could never be found alone in nature. She plodded along the hard cement beside the road, relishing in the scent of the steaming chocolate liquid she so often ventured off pack territory for. It was her father who had introduced her to the humans' hot chocolate drink. Nathaniel Ioquis had always been one to indulge in all the best mortal curiosities, and he had passed that interest along to his daughter. Emery smiled as she reached the door to the cozy coffee shop; a gust of warm wind brushed her face as she entered. It was a quaint place, with only a few tables placed around the counter and a large portion of the wall dedicated to the window; but she appreciated its atmosphere.
Nodding at the young boy working the counter, she stepped up and took another breath of the scents surrounding her. "What can I get you, ma'am?" he asked her politely. She noticed his name-tag read 'Arthur'. She hadn't seen him before; he must've been new. "I'll take a hot cocoa and...a chocolate chip cookie. Thanks, Arthur." she offered him a soft smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. "Coming right up," he beamed, blushing lightly at the mention of his name. She always made note to address the workers here as if she knew them. Emery turned to scope out a free seat as she waited for her order, hoping to claim one of the comfy armchairs situated in the back corner of the shop; to her faint surprise, a somewhat familiar face was seated in one of the brown leather seats. Her frequent coffee acquaintance had yet to notice her; Tom, the flirtatious, laid-back human man who had introduced himself not long after she'd begun venturing to her little sanctuary on her own, without her father. She wandered towards him, holding back an amused smile.
"Well, fancy seeing you here."​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Accalia Megalos​

"If you're a human, I automatically don't trust you."​

Put something like outfit reference, some short quotes about the current situation, maybe a reaction gif.

MOOD

[Incredibly Annoyed]​

SCENARIO

[I Refuse to Set Foot There]​

LOCATION

[Edge of Aleria Forest]​

TAGGED

[ emberpayne ]​

No matter what the others said, Accalia was not going to set foot in Aleria. She didn't care for human food, human interaction, human anything. Letting out a sigh, Accalia lowered herself to the ground and rested her head on her front paws. Still in her wolf form, she watched the human town with lazy yellow eyes. No way in hell was she actually going to go in there, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep watch in case one of her packmates ran into trouble.

Her tail swished back and forth as she listened closely for anybody sneaking up on her. By now, her paranoia had become a thing of the past, but whenever she was alone, she couldn't help but worry that someone would take her by surprise and attack her. Memories flashed through her mind, full of the flames of old-fashioned torches and yelping of wolves as they were shot down.

A growl escaped Accalia as she shook her head, shaking away the nightmare. That was in the past. She wouldn't ever let that happen again, not to this pack. They were the last strain of werewolves left, and Accalia would fight tooth and nail for them any day. Sure, they weren't her original family, but they were the only home she had. She surely couldn't go back to the place she was born. The humans there would finish the job and kill her, too.

As she lay there, she wondered where Emery had gone. Accalia suspected the healer had gone into town, presumably for human food, but she wasn't one to judge the other wolf's actions. Her opinions on the other wolves were numb, and nothing but loyalty remained. Her apathetic expression returned as she contemplated finding another wolf to pass the time with. Sitting here all day wasn't going to do the pack any good. Maybe she'd try to find some food or something. Anything to kill this damn boredom.

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Warrior of the Aleria Wolf Pack​

code by Aukanai ​

 

[deer]

Six years passed and it only felt as if it was yesterday that the murder (though, to the townspeople, it was an accident, but Charlotte knew better) happened. A piercing, sharp scream echoed in the darkened forest and the whistling of the wind howled that fateful night. It wasn’t the anniversary of his passing, but she felt compelled to check out the warehouse, to look for any signs that could conclude to the attack of one of her best friends. Charlotte honestly stopped counting how many times she visited the site and her friend’s grave because it was just too much. But, of course, each time she believed she found a lead, it was a dead end.

She had been standing inside the warehouse since dawn, drifting away from the world behind her as she knew her time stopped there, at the warehouse, that night. The scene replayed over, repeatedly, in her head like a broken record. The only thing her eyes saw and her ears heard when she closed her eyes to sleep was blood and the piercing yell. It always kept her up at night and her only solace was her drawing board as the scene came to life over again in her sketches. It was vivid to the point that if someone saw her drawing, the person looking at the image could feel the pain, horror, and sadness of that night.

As the sun started to rise, Charlotte sighed, as she stood against the railing that was recently put up a few years ago to separate the woods and the warehouse. Closing her eyes, Charlotte inhaled and exhaled, taking a deep breath as she felt the wind in her hair. She was an early riser but even more so because she felt closer to her friend this way. Michael always was like the wind, free-spirited and troublesome, but he was their support, their rock, and the glue that stuck all of them together. It was odd to think that even though the abandoned warehouse was where it all happened, Charlotte still felt at ease there, however, the woods were a different story. She never stepped foot into the woods near the warehouse.

Soon time passed and it was almost time for her to part. She always hated saying “good-bye” so she made sure to visit Michael as frequently as she could. It was the last place he was whole and alive and she wanted to keep that memory burning and alive. As Charlotte got on her pastel pink electric scooter, she took one last look of the site before making her way back into town. At first, she drove around aimlessly, not sure where she wanted to go. Should she head to the café first to see her mom or perhaps wait until later? Without thinking twice, she headed towards wherever her scooter would lead her: the art shop around the corner on the outskirts of town. Maybe she would find some sort of inspiration or muse while she looked for some more paint and pencils.

mood: calm and serene | location: art shop [edge of town] | scenario: "aimlessly wandering" | with: n/a [open]

note: text side scrolls.
coding; allrightsreserved deer ​

 

[PanOtterPus]

~ Jamie Randall (Jamo) ~

Spoiler: Jamie

Having awoken earlier than usual for him, Jamo dressed himself, dawning his signature denim jacket, picked up his note book and headed out, walking towards town in hopes of finding somewhere to write.

He had plans to write his first ever horror - much to the dismay of his editor - however, he struggled to find inspiration for this style of writing since his quiet home town was just that - quiet. As much as he loved his home - all the familiar people and childhood memories - nothing truely exciting had happened in a very long time.

Sure, the town had its history, the odd ghost story or two, and of course the inevitable rumours surrounding the woods. Though Jamo, however open minded he tried to be, just didn't believe in that kid stuff anymore. He craved true excitement and adventure, real inspiration that would take his writing away from the online freelance stuff he usually submitted.

He didn't care much about money. His online short stories brought in enough to see that he was comfortable enough. It was more about the entertainment for him.

Sighing, he walks down the street, wondering if anything new would happen today.

 

[MitoIsMe]

Mathias Caldwell
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"Perhaps some darker green is needed for this." Mathias mumbled to himself as his paintbrush rested against his chin. He had been painting a nest of baby birds since sunlight cracked at the horizon. The little chicks hatched merely two weeks ago. He would know as he observed them since the nest was being built. The noisy little birds chirped loudly through the morning and afternoon, waiting for food to be brought to them. As they waited Mathias would watch over them, protecting them from potential predators. If he had to be elsewhere, then he would have a close friend watch them. Or he would put up a tiny scarecrow to hopefully get rid of some dangerous birds. The nest was in his tree anyway, so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to keep an eye on them.

Though, cute animals were the least of his problems. While Mathias had been painting the leaves of the tree, he had decided to add a bit more shading by using darker tones of green. However, he had run out of many paints, including dark green and black. This meant he'd have to abandon the nest and travel into the human town. He didn't mind humans at all, but the whole mission was a bit of an inconvenience. With only so much time left before he would have to make medicine and gather herbs, efficiency was the key to getting this done in time. Even so, he couldn't possibly go on without the necessary tools.

Releasing a sigh of defeat, Mathias placed his brush into a jar of water and grabbed his wallet. He wasn't a rich man, but he did make quite a bit of money from time to time. His job was to experiment on the forest wildlife. Sending back several papers of his observations to organizations and even publishing studies himself. Not to mention that his father would also send him money. This along with his usually cheap lifestyle, made for a pretty large amount of cash in his bank account.

Slowly, Mathias climbed down from his tree to forest floor. The rope ladder twisted with his movements, yet he didn't seem to notice. He had gone up and down so many times, that swinging and swaying ten feet from the ground was normal. Now came the walking part. Everything was quite a distance away from his makeshift home, including the town of Aleria. Even with sprinting it still took a while to arrive at his favorite art store. Maybe if he turned into a wolf it'd be faster, but then he'd have to take his clothes with him and put them on in the forest shrubbery. That would not be a pleasant experience. So, in human form, he began sprinting passed trees, over stream, and through tough landscapes to retrieve the paints and supplies he desired.
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[JokerValentine]

Addressing: PanOtterPus

Kyle, for the first time in a while, didn't sleep well. He had a dream again, where a thunderstorm came over his house, and just his alone, and dropped 40 feet of rain, inching up to his roof. In his pajamas, only his house seemed to be affected by the rain. That was when he woke up, earlier than usual. After spending most of the day socializing on his favorite internet site, RoleplaySociety,com, Kyle decided there were better things to do with his college degree. Also, the idea of coffee sounded sorta fun. His friends liked to have some every now and then, it wakes you up they claimed.

As he left his shitty apartment, even though he thought it was nice to have a bed of his own, Kyle decided to walk into the town. He liked how the buildings looked. He should've taken a course on architecture. His friend Corwin loved it. He said he'd like it to. He was going to take a course, but decided he didn't want to. But he shoulv've, because Corwin was always the smart kid.

As he was watching the buildings, he didn't see the other person walking his way. He walked right into him, though not hard. "Oh!" Kyle said, "I'm so very sorry. Are you hurt?" Of course he clearly wouldn't be from a minor encounter like that, but Kyle was like that.

 

[Calibutcher]

Tom Riddick
Adressing
emberpayne


Tom awoke to the light rock music of his alarm, the dappled sun glinting lightly through the blinds. His hand fumbled around the bedside table for a bit before he grasped the alarm and shut it off. Tom threw the covers from his bed and ambled out to his dresser he grabbed the first pair of jeans and shirt he saw and threw them on. He walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboards to only find barren hopes for food. To say the least it made his decision to go out for breakfast very easy. He put on his boots and donned his motorcycle jacket and helmet and went out to his Honda Dual sport.
Mounting his bike he quickly zipped through the small town he had picked for his isolation and went to the most popular coffee shop in town. He sat off in the corner after making his order.

It wasn't long after that a familiar face appeared and greeted him. Emery had become his occasional coffee pal though she seemed to favor hot chocolate over coffee.
He gave a halfhearted wave and a nod at Emery.
"Well good morning you seem awfully bright eyed and bushy tailed, even without coffee..."

 

[emberpayne]

Emery Ioquis ~ Healer
adressing: Calibutcher
"You know I don't favor the taste of bitter flavors, Tom," Emery spoke rather cheerfully, "but I respect your need for the energy it gives you." She glanced behind her as the boy Arthur called out her order number. "Ah, just a moment," she told Tom, stepping over to the counter to retrieve her cocoa and cookie. "Thanks, Arthur," she spoke to the cafe's new employee once more before returning to Tom, in all his morning peppiness. It had amused her from the start how he, and many other humans, relied on things like coffee to pull them from the drowsiness of sleep. Emery had no interest in the humans' caffeine; to her it was unpleasant and somewhat sickening- she had tried it once and it had sat badly in her stomach all day, even as a supernatural creature. She vowed never to have it so strongly in something again. She hardly needed the energy boost, anyway. She was quite used to getting up at a decent time to tend her herbs and forage in the woods for the ones that were at the peak of their freshness in morning. It also helped that as a wolf, she had a more boundless energy than the humans' carried. "Were you out of food at your house again? It's been some time since I've seen you, so you must've run low by now," she chuckled, "even I, your meager coffee shop buddy, know how quickly you run out of groceries!"​

 

[PanOtterPus]

JokerValentine
~ Jamo ~

Jamie found himself strolling through streets he hadn't been down in a long time. He had walked through the centre of town and out to the other side, circling the edge of town, listening to the sounds of the surrounding woods. He enjoyed listening to the birds chirping away, without a care in the world.

He had taken a turn down an old street, humming and not really paying attention. The buildings were older here, and somehow sturdier. Jamo liked the age the town seemed to have, it was like seeing your grandfather, with his wise, weathered face that had seen things youngsters could only dream of.

When the stranger bumped into him, it took him a second or two to realise the incident had even occurred.Shaking it off he chuckled at the man, "yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry, I wasn't paying too much attention, man. You ok?"

 

[Calibutcher]

Tom Riddick
emberpayne

Tom just slumped in his seat waiting for his order to finish as he listened to Emery's logic for not liking coffee. "Well your just one of those lucky people who can live without coffee." Tom left to go collect his own order shortly after Emery he had ordered a breakfast simple bagel with lox and a large coffee. It was all he needed to start his day. Tom dug into his bagel and slurped down coffee ravenously. The lack of food in his apartment didn't help of course. He made a mental resolve to remember to eat more and perhaps invest in more groceries.
Upon Emery's almost psychic predictions of his lack oh good he sheepishly hung his head and sighed. "Ya I'm out of food.... again. I just prefer going out to eat usually and I'm far from being a good cook." Tom had learned a lot living in his own now but cooking was not a skill he had gained. He had managed to make over cooked pasta at best. And usually just had microwave or ready to eat meals. At this point he mostly subsisted on going out to eat and protein shakes. It wasn't the ideal diet but it was still working for now.

"I'll have to get some groceries today I guess, but I want to take a ride through the woods today first. There are some great trails around here." Tom let his idea float for a moment before inquiring. "Care to come for a ride with me Emery? I promise it'll be fun."

 

[JokerValentine]

PanOtterPus

Kyle shrugged. He wasn't injured or hurt, but all he worried about was if he had hurt this stranger. What was he even supposed to say? He sort of felt bad, as he felt that maybe he disrupted this man's schedule. Should he apologize? Should he buy him coffee? It was of course a small thing, but he felt awkward and terrible and really alone. Besides, is it not how all stories begin, by some awkward story of connection? Kyle was already an awkward kid, so maybe he should. "Have a nice day," he said politely, deciding instead to continue admiring the buildings, leaving the stranger to his own business.

But maybe he should get a coffee. He should get something to drink. And surely his friends always thought it was a good thing to do to wake up in the morning, sometimes even sober up. Maybe it would be a good idea. And so, after a bit of walking, Kyle decided to go to the local coffee shop to get something to drink. Not that the tap water in his apartment was any good for him to consume. How he missed the taste of it all in his college years. His friends loved to drink it. He already had that thought, of course.

With a few patron already inside having various conversations about matters that wouldn't concern him, Kyle looked rather lost. As if that were possible, since all coffee shops were the same. Well, probably the only differences were it being poetry or band night. Not that Kyle ever understood why poetry was so special. THis one girl he liked said something about how the words meant something other than what they meant. But all Kyle ever saw were awkward breaks between sentences. But she liked it, so maybe he could've been wrong. He decided to approach the table and, still looking around at the table rather lost, he had no idea what to do.

@ anyone who wants

 

[PanOtterPus]

JokerValentine

~ Jamo ~

Jamie gave the guy an awkward smile, waving him off with a quick "Yeah, you too." He watched him walk away, not really sure what to do with himself now. As the stranger rounded a corner, Jamie realised he was still just standing in the middle of the street like some weirdo.

He bagan walking again, one hand in his pocket, he other still clutching his notebook, heading nowhere in particular. He decided it might be a good idea to get some breakfast, so he headed to the local cafe.

He stood in line, ordered a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea, and turned to wait. As he scanned the cafe he noticed the same guy he had bumped into. Collecting his order, he walked up to the stranger, clearing his throat so's not to startle him. "Hey, looks like fate keeps plopping us together huh? Sorry again about earlier."

Noticing a queer expression on the lads face he smiled warmly and asked, "Care to sit with me? Looking rather lost there."

 

[JokerValentine]

PanOtterPus

Obviously standing at the wrong spot, at least to everyone else but him, Kyle seemed to turn around quickly to see the person he ran into earlier. The person he bumped in to? Surely, if Kyle was paranoid, he'd worry about how and why, and for what reason at all that this stranger wanted to talk to him. But those weren't questions to ask. "Oh, uh," the man stammered, a bit lost, "I didn't know where to go. Am I supposed to order you coffee for bumping into you?" He was sort of joking, but he wasn't too sure himself. Maybe he should've. He knew he had been wrong. Oh well.

Yet he saw the line that the man has stood in, and thought he should order. "I can sit with you. I'll go order myself something too," Kyle said, taking note of what the stranger ordered. He decided that they were probably good. A bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. The total was $4.09, which was not too bad. He remembered when he had to pay for his friends' coffee, like 20 dollars total at most points. Yet he didn't mind, because they were his friends.

He got his order quickly, although after delay because he wasn't listening to his name being called and nearly lost his order. But he found his way back to this stranger. "My name's Kyle. Are you from around here?" he asked politely.

 

[PanOtterPus]

~ Jamo ~

Jamie smiled politely at the man, holding up his cup to indicate he already had his. "That's ok, honestly it was just an accident." The guy seemed rather awkward, but nice enough. He wasn't one to judge.

Jamo took a seat, sipping his tea as he waited for the stranger's return. Scanning the café once more, he spotted the usual morning culprits having their routine coffees or breakfasts. Same old Aleria. He observed the man ordering his on breakfast, noticing he had chosen the same as himself.

Once Kyle was seated, Jamie began to eat his bacon sandwich. Swallowing, he answered, "nice to meet you. Name's Jamie, but most call me Jamo. Yeah, I've lived here my whole life." He took another sip of tea. "How about you? You don't look too familiar, which is unusual here." He chuckled at this. The town was always small enough that everyone knew everyone, or at least knew someone who knew someone else and so on. Seeing an unfamiliar face was not the norm.

JokerValentine

 

[emberpayne]

Emery Ioquis ~ Healer
adressing: Calibutcher
Emery raised her eyebrows in surprise at Tom's request. Sure, they were familiar with each other, but he had never before invited her outside the cafe they so often met at. She thought about her answer briefly, looking around the busy hub that was Moonlight cafe; she had to go back to the pack at a decent time to finish stocking her herb stores, but she supposed she could spare time for her acquaintance. The Alpha had recently begun allowing closer friendships among humans, anyway. Plus, the walking trails scattered around the woods wouldn't breach the packs' private property where the packhouse sat; they were a decent distance away, and the wolves were always careful. "Alright, sure." Emery responded, sipping her hot chocolate in the slow way she always did- to savor it. She took a bit of her cookie as well. "If you don't mind my suggesting something, I've always found the trail by the big waterfall to the north to be the most fun to take. It's beautiful." She looked behind her as a young man brushed the back of her chair as he slipped by, nodding at his apology. "Anyway," she continued to Tom, "it's the best weather for the trail today too. The breeze is great. And the sky has almost no clouds." She looked at him, inquisitive. "Sound good?"​

 

[JokerValentine]

PanOtterPus

"Oh uh... I was away at college for some time. I came here for a bit," Kyle said, taking a quick sip of his tea, "y'know, just to thank my parents for paying for it all. I want to get a job soon though." He thought for a moment about his bacon sandwich, if he should have a bite or not. He could if he wanted to, but decided that he wasn't hungry. "Is Jumo a family name or?" he thought it to be maybe some sort of language. It was pretty easy to deduce from Jamie, but why Jumo? It didn't really make too much sense to him anyways.

He decided, rather suddenly, to take a bite of his sandwich. He quickly took a bite, and nodded, signaling it was decent. He noticed that his new friend had a notebook. Was he a poet? It would of course make sense though, since they were in a coffee shop. But then again, the notebook could be for anything. "Are you a writer?" he inquired.

The situation itself was so very odd. Here he had a random stranger invite him to breakfast in a very nice café. Well, not exactly that, but something like it. Some of the patrons seemed happy, others not so much. Maybe they were just bored.

 

[PanOtterPus]

~ Jamo ~

"I see. Mind if I ask what you were studying?" Jamo lifted his own sandwich, taking another bite. "I'm sure you'll find something, there's always someone looking for some kind of help, as small as the town is." He smiled at the question, "It's Jamo, mate. And nah, it was a happy accident my friend once made that just stuck I guess." Smiling, he warmed his hands on his cup, studying Kyle. He couldn't help it - it was in his nature to study his surroundings.

Jamie looked down at his notebook at this, as if just remembering it was there. He nodded, touching it lightly. "I am yeah. I do a lot of paid online short stories, pays the bills, y'know? Just the usual 'young guy looking for adventure' stuff, though I'm looking to branch out a little." He gave an inward smile at his stereotypical explanation. He always knew that the men in his stories loosely resembled his own need for adventure, cliché but true. He mentally shrugged it off and focused back on his new acquaintance.

JokerValentine

 

[JokerValentine]

PanOtterPus

Kyle had no indication of his own privacy, no concern even. He openly addressed his new friends, as apparently that's how it worked. "I, uh, I played tennis mostly, but I got a degree in marketing," he said, "I might do something fun with my life. I might just market something." By no means was Kyle a terrible student, B's get degrees after all, but he wasn't one to think of solutions. He'd usually just remember how to do the questions, and wouldn't ask any in return. Perfect for any typical office job after all. He thought back to the time he got an internship over the summer. He was at some company, he couldn't put his finger on it exactly what the name was, even though it was practically not long ago at all. He really just did as he was told, made a few friends, and that was that.

"and you write," Kyle said, changing the subject abruptly, "can you write a story about me? Or maybe about this café?" He suddenly realized that it was impolite to ask people to do anything. That's what his mom told him anyways. "Sorry..." he said politely, "do you write for a magazine, or a site? It's probably nothing like what you do, but when I'm bored I like to go on this internet site to practice my writing. Do you like to do that?" Surely he felt at home going to such a site. it was much enjoyable for him to meet new people.

 

[PanOtterPus]

~ Jamo ~

Finishing off his sandwich, Jamie listens to Kyle, taking in and profiling the information, like he did with all new information he received. "Market something? Like what?" He was genuinely intrigued now, never really hearing much business beyond the local businesses - such as the local market, book store and so on. As for school, Jamie was an average student, doing ok in the typical subjects like maths, sciences, gym, though he excelled in his English class. He had thought about taking a literature course at college, but he didn't want his writing to be restricted by educational standards anymore.

"I don't usually do stuff on the spot, but if it's something you'd like to see I can definitely whip something up some time." He was used to getting requests, it came part and parcel with his platform of choice for his writing. "It's a website that I write for. It's pretty cool, they let you publish your own stuff, and if you get enough attention an editor might approach you, offering a contract. Which is what happened to me. They now pay me to publish a new story at least once a month or every two months depending on the length they're looking for."

Jamie had heard of these sites, some roleplay, some literature - like his - heck he even used to do it himself. How else would he find a contract somewhere like Aleria? "Oh yeh? what kinda stuff do you write? Me? I don't really practice so much anymore, not now that I rite so much anyway." He was enjoying their accidental morning meeting.

JokerValentine

 

[StoneWolf18]

Erin Lewis
Location
Coffee Shop
Status
Tired
Mood
Bored
Interact
No one yet
Tags
emberpayne Calibutcher ​

Even though the day had barely begun, Eris still felt as if it were droning on much to long. The crisp air was almost as unpleasant as the mood she was in, not having been able to sleep for god knows how long, the woman slightly fearing Insomnia was setting in. There was no reason of course, with the small little town being in the middle of absolutely nowhere the funds she had saved up from before the assholes she worked with got to be to much was more than enough to tied her over for another few years as opposed to the excruciatingly expensive cost to live in such a city.

This might've been seen as a good thing. Without having to work, she could take a load off. Relax a bit. Maybe even try and pick or a hobby or two. Possibly be polite to the few residents that remained in the small village.

But no... Erin couldn't simply due to how utterly bored she was.

After the first few months or so, she had already exhausted various alternatives to keep herself occupied. And while sitting in the literal back-forgotten-end of the country wasn't going to give her much to do, the cost of living was extraordinarily affordable so... here she say. Besides that even there was just something about the place that made her not want to leave. Each time she thought about it she pushed it to the back of her mind, feeling more compelled to stay bored than overwhelmed and underpaid.

So, today, she decided to make things interesting and go the the coffee shop, one of the few restaurants that were inside the small little slice of nowhere. Erin wasn't a frequent customer so when she entered, the small bell swaying gently as it clattered to signify her entrance, she would near the counter, ordering a drink before tossing a few bills the young man's way and taking a seat once it would be finished. Not really paying attention to anything around her at the moment.

 

[JokerValentine]

PanOtterPus

He hadn't gotten that far in his life planning. "Well I mean, I could market your books," he said, as a suggestion, "I just don't really know. If I don't know what to do, my mom told me I should pursue my tennis. My coach told me I could go professional if I wanted to." He was pretty damn good on the college varsity team. First singles, and in the words of some of his opponents, had the best forehand out of anyone out there, Kyle didn't really register how good he was on his own. Then again, how much money would a tennis player make? Enough to life them out of this town? Even then, it'd be all he'd do for the rest of his life. That means he might not ever visit home.

Kyle seemed to be a bit shy about what he liked to write about, but the truth is he didn't remember most of it. "I had this one roleplay I did," he said, "it was really fun. It took place in a high school, but get this, it was a place where you could have magical abilities. It had like a lot of people who took part in it. I really did enjoy it, and I was proud because everyone who partook said that they liked it." But this didn't seem like Kyle at all. An original idea, for once? But it wasn't so. He got the inspiration from a friend, who encouraged him to make his own roleplay based off of a high school setting. They were always the more popular kind of roleplay anyways. Thus, they must be the best.

Rather intrgued, Kyle took another bite of his sandwich. "Oh," he said chewing, looking to his right at the counter, "dash mah old boash," he said with a mouthful of bacon. He swallowed, and looked over at her. The thought of going over and saying hello crossed his mind. It would be equally rude to both people to stay or go. The truth is, he wasn't sure he wanted to. What was she even doing here? "Anyways, you did it too?"

 

[PanOtterPus]

~ Jamo ~

"My books? That would require having one." He laughed at this. He could hardly say he had any books. He supposed he had always thought about putting his short stories together and perhaps releasing them that way, but he hadn't taken this thought seriously. "Tennis, huh? You must be pretty good then." Jamie had never been one for sports. Sure he was in shape but that was more from a healthy diet... bacon excluded. He had just never found one that he enjoyed enough to take up himself, and god knew he didn't have the hand-eye co-ordination required for the likes of tennis.

He smiled, listening to Kyle tell him about his roleplay, never having tried it himself. "Sounds interesting. Especially if everyone enjoyed it as much as you make out." Jamie had personally always been more of a notebook writer, jotting down ideas whenever they jumped into his head, always carrying his book for such an occasion. When he had the time he'd put it all together and spout out his short stories. When he started taking these online, he never imagined they'd take off like they did.

Jamie looked round at girl Kyle mentioned. "Your old boss? I think I've seen her around...." Snapping back to their conversation, he finished his tea before answering. "Roleplay? Nah, it was never my thing really. I'm more of a solo act, I guess." He shrugged at this. "But it sounds pretty cool."

JokerValentine

 

[Calibutcher]

Tom Riddick
Adressing
emberpayne


Tom was almost surprised at his own forwardness asking her to go for a ride. He didn't regret the decision, he was after all getting bored in this town and he hadn't taken the time to make any friends here. But maybe it was a little brash to ask so suddenly. He dismissed the thought there was no time for regret the proposition had already been made now he had to stick with it. He decided to stick with a face of confidence.
Tom was ecstatic to hear her agreement in wanting to come. He almost let his grin turn into a full fledged smile but he held back seeking to keep his cool. "A trail to the north heading to a waterfall? Sounds like I picked the right riding companion." Tom felt like he was ready to drop everything and go right then, not only had she accepted his proposal but she had an idea of where to go. Perhaps she was just as excited as him. All the same he figured it would make more sense to finish breakfast rather then drag her out to his bike right that instant.
Tom worked on finishing up his breakfast left enough cash for the tab and stood up. "Well let's not keep the pleasant weather waiting shall we?"