N a m e l e s s (Accepting. Semi-lit)

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

{i could roleplay with Zachary or Alexis?}

[jane lane]

{i could roleplay with Zachary or Alexis?}

[Yush please? :3]

[Shinnybear]

(( I'm just gonna say, I have Auryn free to talk with anyone. xD
So, it's pretty flexible for me since she can really just get up and go bump into someone.
Any takers on talking with Auryn? x3 ))

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Tobias stood there as still as stone, not even moving to shift his eight to the other foot. He listened to Sawyer speak, feeling the cold harshness from her voice go through him. He didn't act as if he were truly listening, but he was indeed. His eyes just happened to be staring at the table in front of him, and his ears just happened to be focused on her words. After her question, he lifted his head slightly, glancing at her quickly. "Yes." He simply stated, spinning around on his heel and beginning to walk towards the kitchens. Before he got too far for her to hear, he spoke without turning his head even a degree. "Aha, I really don't care if being nice to anyone I meet is smart or not. It's the only great thing I have to live for. My well-being is of no concern." Tobi's voice had gotten rather stern, surprisingly stern, actually. Too bad for him, he had been overheard by one of the other waiter's out and about.
Tobias began to walk from his very spot when a waiter grabbed his arm and roughly yanked him along into the kitchen. He was being lectured the whole time, getting yelled at for being rude to a customer and what not. He ignored most of it, though, ripping off a scribbled on page to give to the cooks and nimbly finding his way through the mass of moving people in the kitchen. He grabbed a clear glass up off a shelf, and poured some ice cold water into it, quickly hurrying along passed the waiter that was hot on his tail. Before leaving the kitchen, he was given one last remark about him being insane, which he replied with a simple ok. Then, he quickly slipped out of the kitchen into the bustling room of hungry people, all waiting for their food or talking over big plates.
Tobi found Sawyer easily, setting down the glass gently. "Here you are, miss." He uttered the words he was required to say politely, knowing that the other waiter was watching him as he got an order from another table.

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer wasn't offened by the fact that Tobias hadn't been seeming to listening to her, in fact, she had no mind to the fact whatso ever. Her blue orbs lazily slashed around the entire restraunt, and were cold to anyone's gaze they met. her head throbbed, and she knew that she had stayed out too late the night before, in the condition she was in. At this rate, she would die quite soon just from illness alone. She slowly lifted her hand and waved her fingers through her hair.

When Tobias left her to get the one thing she ordered, Sawyer focused on the gloved palm of her hand. her eyes were dull, and slid down to her wrist, to the clothed date of her seventeenth birthday and death. She felt a scratch claw up her throat, and she snapped out of her daze to cover her mouth just in time. A rough, hacking ripped out of her, and continued until it forced her to slump in her chair. She coughed harder still, a pain in her chest before the invisible attacker settled down in the pit of her belly. Sawyer let her gloved fingers linger over the scarf that hid her lips before she slowly lowered her hand. It was then she heard Tobias's answer to her question.

Sawyer's blue eyes floated up, watching his back until it faded into the kitchen. A smirk carved itself onto her lips, and she softly shook her head in disbelief of the poor waiter. She wanted to run at him, an irristable urge to tackle him to the floor, and shout at him,'You can! You can do more than this! Just come with me!' But she didn't act upon such things, instead she stayed seated, feeling her cold eyes fall to the floorboards of the building.

The pain in her chest was eminent, but not all that impairing. Instead, Sawyer felt her lips curve a bit more in mischief, and she looked up when a glass was set on the table. Her ice blue orbs had switched, sparking with life, but a bit of sadness. "You could make a difference. More than this. Unlike you, I don't have anytime, infact, my hourglass is coming close to it's end. The only way I can change it, is, by changing me." Her eyes met his, and showed an emptiness beheind her fighting flames. The fact that she knew her death was closing in on her, faster than most others. It was a rushing illness that she could not stop, but one that she wouldn't plan on giving into easily. Instead, she fought whole heartedly, and did what she could for the Resistance. To hear him being scolded, Sawyer lightly rolled those clear blues. She pulled her scarf down some, barely revealing her pale pink lips. Then she quickly sipped down some of the water, her throat dry, and scratched up.

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

{okay where should they meet?
my male is also open to rp with anyone}

[Kattoria]

{Not going to be on tomorrow, I don't think. Hate A.p.r.i.l F.o.o.l.s (um...)... I have Kaya open for anyone, and same with Jay c: }

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer wasn't offened by the fact that Tobias hadn't been seeming to listening to her, in fact, she had no mind to the fact whatso ever. Her blue orbs lazily slashed around the entire restraunt, and were cold to anyone's gaze they met. her head throbbed, and she knew that she had stayed out too late the night before, in the condition she was in. At this rate, she would die quite soon just from illness alone. She slowly lifted her hand and waved her fingers through her hair.

When Tobias left her to get the one thing she ordered, Sawyer focused on the gloved palm of her hand. her eyes were dull, and slid down to her wrist, to the clothed date of her seventeenth birthday and death. She felt a scratch claw up her throat, and she snapped out of her daze to cover her mouth just in time. A rough, hacking ripped out of her, and continued until it forced her to slump in her chair. She coughed harder still, a pain in her chest before the invisible attacker settled down in the pit of her belly. Sawyer let her gloved fingers linger over the scarf that hid her lips before she slowly lowered her hand. It was then she heard Tobias's answer to her question.

Sawyer's blue eyes floated up, watching his back until it faded into the kitchen. A smirk carved itself onto her lips, and she softly shook her head in disbelief of the poor waiter. She wanted to run at him, an irristable urge to tackle him to the floor, and shout at him,'You can! You can do more than this! Just come with me!' But she didn't act upon such things, instead she stayed seated, feeling her cold eyes fall to the floorboards of the building.

The pain in her chest was eminent, but not all that impairing. Instead, Sawyer felt her lips curve a bit more in mischief, and she looked up when a glass was set on the table. Her ice blue orbs had switched, sparking with life, but a bit of sadness. "You could make a difference. More than this. Unlike you, I don't have anytime, infact, my hourglass is coming close to it's end. The only way I can change it, is, by changing me." Her eyes met his, and showed an emptiness beheind her fighting flames. The fact that she knew her death was closing in on her, faster than most others. It was a rushing illness that she could not stop, but one that she wouldn't plan on giving into easily. Instead, she fought whole heartedly, and did what she could for the Resistance. To hear him being scolded, Sawyer lightly rolled those clear blues. She pulled her scarf down some, barely revealing her pale pink lips. Then she quickly sipped down some of the water, her throat dry, and scratched up.

[Shinnybear]

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Tobias was slightly surprised once again by being looked into the eyes, but didn't show any sign of being startled. Her words startled him, though. Make a difference, more than this? What was she even going on about? He couldn't make more of a difference, no. He couldn't step out of line, he was just living the life that had been planned for him. There was no way he could ever get out of this. Not in a million years. Besides, he was content with this living. He had to be, he was made to be content. After all, his life was given to him by Richard. He could only pay him back by being content.
"Um..." Tobi cleared his throat, balling up his hand into a fist to cover his mouth. "What difference, exactly?" He inquired, looking at her expectantly. He didn't bother saying anything about anything else, about the whole hourglass thing. It was obvious she was talking about her death date. Tobias guessed she had seen the date on his wrist...oh, he'd be so old when he could finally die. He had almost all the time in the world compared to the others. Living until you're passed 80? Yeah, basically all the time in the world.


(( My posts are so small to yours, sorry if that's affecting you Love. xD

Oh, and ~TheGirlOnFire~ , maybe Auryn could kinda run into your guy somehow? :33 ))

[skeletøn]

{If someone stills needs someone to roleplay with I have Perri open, or you could run into Dove also.}

Dove

Dove had planned on going to get something to eat after work. Working in the factories was tiring job. Not to mention all the sweaty workers from the heat. Sighing, he continued speed walking through the crowded streets. He didn't notice a young lady following him. Not until she had grabbed his wallet and fell on the pavement. Dove whipped around, staring at her. He didn't exactly recognize her, but something told him he'd seen her before. A group of smelly citizens gathered around them, and he shooed them away before the situation got out of hand.
"Let's not make a big deal," he said, reaching out his right hand to help her up. "Just give me that back and we can go back to our daily lives. Except, of course, you have to stop thieving." Dove smiled, despite the situation.

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer lowered her eyes again, her entire head really, and focused her glittering gaze onto the glass of water. Her lips were curled in a small smirk, watching the water as itt shimmered inside the wall of clear glass. She didn't know why she told him, why she acted like that, all Sawyer felt was that she had more to say. She was only a rat, an informant she supposed, but she did a lot of the Resistance dirty work. She went into the line of fire every single day, and let others do the recruiting, the planning. She was the one who snuck into the city day in and day out, and listened for very valuable information. But yet, she found herself growing more and more determined. This guy was actually speaking with her, and what was even more strange, was that she was allowing it.

The snowwhite hair of the girl shifted when she looked back up at Tobias, and listened to his barely audible question. Sawyer's ice cold blue orbs sparked somewhat, and stared into his, meeting his look of caution with that of something, dangerous, and off the charts. She arched her brows ina lazy attemt to ease her hard gaze, but what she had done didn't help much. Very slowly, she pushed herself up, and out of her seat, glancing all around the resturaunt.

People looked at Sawyer, including the men that she had followed into the resturaunt. That wasn't good, she knew they were Richard's lackeys. Through a sigh passing through her lips, Sawyer cursed sourly, realizing that she was talking in a very public place for a more pivate matter. But it was when Tobias showed such question in what she meant, that Sawyer almost felt bad. These people didn't know any other way to live, it wasn't their faults. Her ice blue eyes glinted, and immediately, it was clear that she wasn't like anyone else in this small Resturaunt. Instead, she was very different.

Sawyer stepped closer to Tobias, her half lidded ice blue orbs dull and expressionless. She rolled her bright red scarf up again to cover her lips, and her eye brows knit themselves into a thin line. She leaned in, bending her spine closer to Tobias, before she whispered,"By difference. I mean," At this, she could hear chairs being pushed back and a smirk formed under her scarf. Her ice blue eyes were dull and she whispered extremely softly,"A chance to truly make your life your own. A chance to make your own path, rather than one that was chosen for you?" She smiled under her scarf now, and without any reaction, saw the thugs standing up, and stalking over to them, trying to be sneaky. They knew her, and made her annoyed. Sawyer very carefully glanced up and saw the two men rush in for their target.

Sawyer's hand shot out and pushed Tobias out of the way as one man lunged at them. She smirked under her mask, then let her fist fly out at incredible speed and smash into the mans nose in a right jab. The man gasped and shouted as he thudded to the floor, blood gushing from his probably broken nose. Sawyer looked up dully, and offered an unexpressioned smile to them, then shrugged nonchalantly in a second answer to Tobias's question,"I choose a life, that I feel needs to be protected. I choose my goal. One that I know that only I can fufill."