Tales of Mysery::Accepting & Just starting!Lots of openings!

[Phantom Lilith]

Yes, you can

[Birdsie]

Male | 19 | Christopher | In Jamestown

"Oh," Chris murmured as he looked down at his tie. He was reaching up to fix it, but too late, the girl was already doing it for him. He let out a soft chuckle before looking up again. He looked into the direction she was pointing with a raised brow. He thought for a moment he saw someone staring back at them, but he shook the thought off and turned back to the pretty woman. "Where ever is good for you. I don't usually eat out in restaurants, I tend not to have the money for it." He gave her a shy smile before clearing his throat. He had a tendency to never lie, and sometimes the truth just came out, even when he really wanted to hide it. Perhaps just another perk of being an empath. He rolled his eyes mentally. "We can g- Oh. I didn't catch your name. I'm Chris-Christopher." He smiled, stretching out his hand for her to shake.

Female| 17 | Xylina |In the Rebel Camp

The young girl watched the food being passed around the camp, but she didn't stand up to get any. She always waited last. As a healer she felt it was necessary for everyone to be fed, even if she wasn't. One less possibility to narrow down when someone came by with an upset stomach. She looked around some more to discover other girls sewing and frowned. She wished she could sew, it would make life so much easier and more fun. Perhaps she could ask someone to sew pretty patterns into her clothes. She shook her head as if to berid the thought. That was nonsense, the sewing material was a necessity, not for sewing colorful patterns, but actually fixing clothes. She let out a sigh and continued to watch the teens eat, her tummy growling with anticipation that something would eventually make its way to her.

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

Quinn inwardly winced a bit when he mentioned he didn't have much money, and felt like she should offer to pay for the meal but didn't want to injure his pride more than it already was. "The cafe is fine then, and it's relatively cheap, so don't worry." she answered, smiling back. He was nice enough, and a meal with company other than her fellow guild members would be nice, they tended to get a bit rowdy when there was food involved. Lost in her own thoughts, she just barely caught his name before snapping back to reality. Noticing his hand was outstretched, she shook it lightly. "I'm Quinn, nice to meet you."

[Birdsie]

Male | 19 | Christopher | In Jamestown

Christopher just smiled oddly until she was done talking about the cheapness of this café, it was nice that she cared about not hurting his feelings and all but there was no need to worry about his money issues, she already gave him some money. That should be enough to pay for...something! A coffee...He didn't even like coffee, well...He had never really had any, but that was besides the point.
He looked into her eyes when she finally introduced herself and smiled a genuine smile. "That's a very beautiful name for a very beautiful lady." He gripped her hand tighter before pulling her gently towards the café, maneuvering through a crowd of people.

[Phantom Lilith]

Tessa can interactive with RJ when you want.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Single :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
The bowl of food was passed around once again. The smell was intoxicating as the still warm food floated by once again. She almost didn't realize the healer sitting near her had not been fed. RJ had noticed that the girl had a habit of skipping meals. What was her name again? Xian? Xye? Lanna? Oh she couldn't remember. Either way, the girl was a medic- A medic with healing powers to boot. She could be considered one of the most important people in the camp. She needed to be fed.

RJ waited for the last of the loaf to pass around. When it did, she put it in the bowl. The bowl had one larger serving in it while their was a larger piece of the loaf left. She couldn't see any more tomatoes though. Oh well. "Here," RJ said, passing it to the brunette medic (Xylina). "You haven't eaten yet. And you don't want to miss out on this."

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
He watched the two people converse. He couldn't hear what they were saying but that was okay. He enjoyed people-watching, though it seemed creepy to most. He decided they hadn't met before, since they weren't appearing to. He sipped his coffee and took a bite of an omelet that he almost let get cold. (More crappy posts).

Just reposting so I don't lose it...
::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Ivory stretched with a yawn. As she looked around, she remembered where she was. She had found sixty bucks in her pocket, enough to pay for a week's stay at the tavern and a change of clothes. It beat sleeping on a park bench. She walked into the bathroom, where her change of clothes waiting. She changed into the new change of clothes. She filled the sink with warm water a dropped her dirty clothes into it. She would come back later to hang them on the shower rack to dry. After grabbing the keys to the room and a coat, she headed out to the library in hopes that she may find something to clue her in about her past.

[Birdsie]

Female| 17 | Xylina |In the Rebel Camp

Xylina looked up at the red head with a bright smile. She took the bowl of food gratefully and inhaled the delicious flavors steaming from it. "Thank-you, RJ." She spoke softly, taking a tiny piece from the bread and biting into it. She let the flavors ponder in her mouth as if she hadn't had a decent meal in a while, which was probably true considering. Still, she nodded her head to the soldier before standing up. "Do you think someone else would like the rest?" She asked as she looked around the camp for possible candidates. She remembered most of their names, like RJ, they were all very important and she should remember their names. Always, always.

Male| 17 | Ozzy| In the Rebel Camp

As he took the last bite of his eggs and bread (no tomato for him, he hates the fruit-vegetable-thing) he looked over at RJ. She was offering a young-looking girl a bowl of food. He smirked. Of course, Rose would be the nice guy and tend to the weak. Since she was busy, though, he walked over to the fire and stood beside Trisa. He didn't know the girl well, but then again, he didn't know anyone here well. He thought of making conversation with her, but he didn't know what he would say. So he just stood there, awkwardly waiting. No expression.

My posts are so beautiful tonight xD I promise one day they will be longer.

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:: Murphy MacManus :: 21 :: Single :: Shape-Shifter :: Rebel Camp

Murphy woke to the commotion and movement outside his little tent. Rolling over he looked out the little tear he had in the tent and saw a small crowd gathering around the fire in the center of the camp. Rolling back over he stretched before sitting up. Scratching his bare chest he rummaged through the few shirts he had for a somewhat clean one. Slipping it over his head he crawled out of his tent and into the morning air. Standing, he adjusted his pants and started towards the camp fire. He noticed a few people he knew but could not recall their names. Once at the fire he got in line for what ever was left of the meal. Though he was a shifter, he still was given the same amount of food as everyone else. It made him hungry just thinking about the least amount of food to eat.

[Phantom Lilith]

Tessa can interactive with RJ when you want.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Single :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
She shook her head. "There's plenty of extra food today for a few of the stragglers." Medics were more important than the soldiers anyway. Especially since there were so few. She watched as one the other soldiers made their way over to the food. He kept his tent next to hers. Murphy as his name. Or at least that's what she thought it was. It was common for people to come to the meal late. After all, there usually isn't any food to get excited about. News must have been spreading about the fresh produce. (crappy post is crappy.)

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
He watched the two people converse. He couldn't hear what they were saying but that was okay. He enjoyed people-watching, though it seemed creepy to most. He decided they hadn't met before, since they weren't appearing to. He sipped his coffee and took a bite of an omelet that he almost let get cold. (More crappy posts).

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Ivory stretched with a yawn. As she looked around, she remembered where she was. She had found sixty bucks in her pocket, enough to pay for a week's stay at the tavern and a change of clothes. It beat sleeping on a park bench. She walked into the bathroom, where her change of clothes waiting. She changed into the new change of clothes. She filled the sink with warm water a dropped her dirty clothes into it. She would come back later to hang them on the shower rack to dry. After grabbing the keys to the room and a coat, she headed out to the library in hopes that she may find something to clue her in about her past.

[Birdsie]

"Thank-you," Xylina repeated taking another miniscule bite of the bread. She didn't dare finish it, in case someone else would need it more than her. She was pretty small anyway, she didn't need to eat that much. Still, she would continue taking those tiny bites until RJ left. She respected the young soldier, though she was no president, RJ showed a sort of weakness that made her human. Xylina didn't know the red-headed girl personally, but she's heard many stories passed around the camp and in her home when she lived with her family. That isn't surprising, since she blew something up with that one boy...

((Crappy post is crappy, I'm on my phone...in class xD))

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"Thank you," she said, before feeling a slight prickling on her neck. As Christopher lead he towards the restaurant, she turned to the side slightly, scanning for the eyes she had felt watching them. Finally, her gaze landed on a young blond boy picking at an omelette and staring straight at them. She narrowed her eyes slightly, before looking away, he didn't seem that threatening, although his stare was defiantly a bit creepy. Leaning towards Christopher, she subtlety gestured towards the boy, "You see that blond kid over there? He's been staring at us." she informed him quietly, flicking her eyes over to him quickly.