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

[.:Adelaide:.]

((So, Bird? Do you have a character open to RP with now? ))

[Birdsie]

((I do, I have Clarissa, her information is on the first page. I'm gonna put more work into her at a later more convenient time, I just got home and I've been working and painting and phew. I bet she looks pretty bad xD Anyway, she's in the school. :3))

[.:Adelaide:.]

((Alrighty Any preference on any of my characters that she interacts with? ))

[Birdsie]

((Oh, whomever you're more comfortable with. c:))

[.:Adelaide:.]

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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Terry Pratchett

"Wait! Wait, stop!" Marlow whispered loudly, darting down the hall after his brother's cat that had gotten out when he held the door open too long. Mordecai would be devastated if Marlow lost Jackson. He'd probably disown his brother and find some way to use his power against the slightly older man. "Jackson!" he whispered harshly, not wanting to alert any of the teachers or other students to his or the kitten's presence. "Jackson, sit!" he called, forgetting that cats didn't usually learn the tricks that dogs learned. He grunted, trying to sneak up to the kitten, almost grabbing it before it darted off in another direction, barrelling right into the feet of another person. Marlow groaned, straightening up and looking up at the girl in embarrassment.

[Phantom Lilith]

Sorry for not replying today. I had a show at the fairgrounds and I am super duper exhausted. Anyway, I will post tomorrow before or after I neaten up the place.

[Birdsie]

Twenty : : Nightlighter : : Clarissa Eve Flurry : : Jackson's Forward Youth School

Clary was walking down the hall, a hall so familiar to her now she could probably paint it at every different angle. As usual, she was carrying her art supplies; sketchpads, pens, pencils, paint and their brushes. She was thinking about what she'd paint when she'd get back to her room, when she heard odd whispering down the hall. She turned to look, but before she could something had crashed right into her feet, almost knocking her off her balance and letting loose pencils and other art utensils to fall to the floor. "Wha-uhm, sorry, I should have watched where I was going..." She gave a confused look. Why on earth did she say that? None of this was her fault, she thought angrily at herself. Looking down, she noticed her boots had some new scuff marks on their tan leathered toes. Letting out a sad sigh she bent down to pick up her stuff, before dropping more supplies to the floor. "Uuugh," she grumbled as she began to pile all her drawings and sketches together. Most of them were of mythological creatures; dragons, unicorns, mermaids, things of the supernatural.

((Sorry if it's all over the place, busybusy))

[.:Adelaide:.]

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тαggє∂; Clarissa (The Bird)
ℓσ¢αтισи; school
мσσ∂; flustered

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Terry Pratchett

Marlow quickly grabbed the kitten as he was trying to gain his balance again and held the squirming animal close. When it got loose he was about to chase it again only to find it just wanted to crawl up and sit on his shoulder like it often did with his brother. He quickly went after some pencils and art supplies that were rolling away, scooping them up and then chasing after some more. "I'm really sorry," he mumbled as he returned to her, holding the supplies out with a kind smile. "Um... This's Jackson," he said, reaching up to scratch the kitten. "He's my brother's, and he escaped our room and Mordecai would've killed me if I'd just let him go..." He handed her some more of her drawings, admiring them before handing them completely over. "You've got quite the talent..."

[Birdsie]

Twenty : : Nightlighter : : Clarissa Eve Flurry : : Jackson's Forward Youth School

Clary looked up at the boy, having gathered all her supplies besides the one's he held out to her now. She took them gratefully, placing them in the spine of her sketchpad so hopefully they wouldn't roll so far away next time she decided to be a clutz. It was nothing unusual for her anyway, even without the boy ramming into her she probably would have tripped herself with the cold air currents in the halls. "Uh, hi," she said quietly to the cat. She didn't quite understand why this guy was explaining all this stuff to her, but she assumed this was how normal conversations went, so she just nodded. "Oh, thank-you," she paused as she ducked her head to hide the warmth in her cheeks. Normally, she didn't show others her work, nor did she ever receive praise when she did, so she was a little embarrassed. "Thanks, and thanks for helping me..pick up my stuff." With forced effort, she stood up, careful not to drop any of her stuff and balancing it all in one arm, she reached out the other in a hand-shake. "I'm Clarissa, by the way."

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

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

With a smile, Murph gratefully accepted the squirrels tail. Taking his shirt he wiped the blood from the end of the tail before picking a large leaf from a near bye bush to wrap the tail in. Allowing the tail to sort of stick out of his pocket he looked up to RJ with another smile. "Thanks, I shall make it into a necklace or something," Taking his eyes from RJ he looked around to see if any other prey animals were hiding in the brush. Murph could feel the lion deep down wanting the thrill of the hunt. It had been a long time since he last hunted in his lion form but the last time he had come up short of a large prey. Meeting his eyes back on RJ's he wondered what other trap were near bye. "May I accompany you to other traps or shall we head back to share the kill?"