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

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"Hey, we were all strangers once." Quinn chided, knowing that being a stranger wasn't the problem, it was who the strangers were. More so, who they were related to. "Eric, pick a random last name, it's going to be your new one. Chris, you should be fine, unless of course, Eric has a brother he doesn't know about?" she asked, smiling at the other boy. "It's the best way for them to not find out." She was also inclined to add that if they did, she would try to help him out, but there was only so much she could do. And she wasn't willing to sacrifice her position and family for this boy, that was for sure.

[Birdsie]

((I am VERY sorry guys, been insanely busy and just.... I have a lot going on.))

Seventeen : : Pifler : : Castiel Novak : : In Rebel Camp
Cas frowned, looking in the direction she had mentioned. "No, I don't know any." He looked back at her hopefully. He didn't want to ask her yet another favor, to teach him more stuff she probably didn't want to teach him or anyone for that matter. He looked back into the forest and headed to the right, crunching twigs and leafs beneath his large feet. He did enjoy the crisp sound, but he didn't at the same time. It was peaceful but not peaceful.
He looked ahead for a moment before realizing he couldn't even see much ahead of him. It was getting dark, night's dark blanket enveloping the sky. "Are you sure we should be out here so late?" He asked, continuing his steps to where he thought the clearing with the herbs would be.

Nineteen : : Empath : : Christopher Storms : : Jamestown

"That would explain a lot," Chris thought out loud, referring to the unknown reason he wanted to punch this kid in the face yet not do so. "It however, does not explain my uncanny good looks." He smiled at the boy before allowing Quinn to finish up. He wondered briefly if he should change his name. He wasn't a trouble maker really, but there were times when he had to do anything he could to get his hands on food, mostly when he was younger, but some people can remember a name and a face forever. He wondered if he could have stolen from any of these people, though, he thought, they probably didn't stay in town long enough for him to steal from. So he decided to keep his name.

[Paul Stamets]

((My apologies, but I am finally here now! AP classes already have hard HW, and it's hard to get back into the flow of things. Now, I believe something was said about me probably having to change Erik's name due to it being too close to someone else's? This true?))

[Phantom Lilith]

~ Posting tomorrow, just checkin' in tonight.

~ Tomato, I have no problem with you keeping the name at all. People have the same names in the real world so I don't mind at all. Keep the name

[Paul Stamets]

((Ah really? Great, thank you! ^_^ I'll read the last couple pages hopefully later today, and see what people are up to and what's goin' on in the RP. Anyone have any open characters? So far only one of my 3 planned characters is finished, but I am hoping to have the other two done eventually.))

[Phantom Lilith]

I will be posting late today sorry everyone

[Phantom Lilith]

~Sorry work and riding got really busy... And sorry it's not a better post. Either way, thanks for being patient.

::Erickson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
"Smith is fine," Eric shrugs. He figured Smith was a normal last name that most people wouldn't question. "Is there anything else I should change?" he asked, having never experienced this.

::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
"Oh don't be a child. It was you and your foolish 'rebel's who started this whole mess." He gestured with air quotes with his fingers. "And it has always been bad for the kingdom but you and the rest of your children just couldn't help yourself." He paused with a sigh. "But I thought that since you were here anyway that we might as well talk."

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
Rose reached down to the trap in search of anything that may be in it. Much to her disappointment, the trap was empty. 'There was something here." She searched the ground for a moment. "It ate the bait and it didn't trigger the trap." She frowned, moving the parts of the trap and leaves around. She set the crawdad as the trap's bait. "That sucks."

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory was silent when he finally dropped her hand. In fact, she was a little worried about being around the boy. People would be after him. Is that really what he had said? She wondered if maybe she had heard him wrong. She had a feeling she didn't though. "I'm looking for..." She wasn't sure she could explain why she was looking for it, but hopefully he wouldn't ask. "Well, I need to find some information about my family." That's normal for people to do, right? What did they call it? "I'm interested in..." She paused trying to find the word. "Genealogy. Yeah, the genealogy of my family." She smiled, hoping it would distract him from thinking she was strange.