Lysander, a bit of a person who lived in the past, was writing his book, about his crush, and how she lived, and how he invaded her life, he was writing, and writing... and writing, he'd never stop.
So, this will be about what happens in the book, I will play Lysander, and you may play his love interest cx We will embark on the journeys of his, and I just want to see how this will turn out c:
OOC: I would like to play the love interest! I will post what her name and stuff is after this.
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Name: Paris Baker
Gender: Female
Age: 16? I don't know how old they are...
Appearance: She has dirty blonde hair, is about 5', weighs roughly 105lbs, she is pale, has an Irish and English background, and has green eyes that change color with what she wears. She has gray blue outer rims on her irises and orange in the middle. She has a spray of freckles across her nose.
Personality: She is a bubbly, happy girl. She is creative and loves to paint and sing. She is caring, compassionate, and loving, but can be very sensitive when it comes to things she loves. She can be defensive and likes to think she is tough and wears some touch looking combat boots, but she knows she really isn't tough.
Likes: Singing, painting, archery
Dislikes: Spiders, pink, cold water
History: She is an only child from a rich family that gives her everything. Surprisingly, she isn't spoiled and knows how to share as well as help others before herself. Her parents are very kind and understanding, but her dad is very overprotective.
Hobbies: Archery, volunteering, reading, painting, singing, tutoring, and helping animals.
Relationship Status: Single
Crush: Later Lysander
Bf/gf: N/A
What she wants to be: Doctor
Wow! Very thorough! I love it! c:
OOC: Thanks! :)
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Well, want to start?
OOC: Sure! :) anytime
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Want me to start, or you?
OOC: How about you start so I know what to do. I don't really know the setting and things like that...
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Okay.
It was afternoon, the sun shone bright in the sky, big and vibrant, and had an orange hue to it. It was magnificently extravagant to look at. Lysander sat in a cafe, reading a "poems" book, while sipping tea at the side. It was certainly the most relaxing way to spend his time, he tuned out everyone else, so that he could focus on his book.
OOC: What season is it? I'm going to change her name to a more normal name. Her name can be Paisley.
IC: The bell rang for the shop, as the door opened. Paisley walked in running her hands through her dirty blonde hair. She had just put some clear lip gloss on and was in need of a coffee to give her a reason to put more on. She walked to the counter and smiled pleasantly at the coffe-maker, "The usual please Ken." He nodded and turned to start brewing her mocha cream no sugar coffee.
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OOC: Fall? Either Fall or Spring.
IC: Lysander noticed Paisley walking in, looking up from his book, but just to look back down again, he took another sip of tea, and slouched back in his chair, much like he was reading a newspaper instead of a hard-cover book.
OOC: Can it be fall?
Do they know each other now?
What country is it in? The US?
IC: Paisley thanked Ken and tossed the crumpled money onto the counter. She took her steaming cup of coffee and looked for a seat. The shop was busy and she searched for a seat. There was only one seat across from a boy reading a book.
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OOC: Yeah, it can be fall. c: Uh, no they don't know each other yet, and Paris, France o:
IC: Lysander looked up again, to see Paisley looking for a seat, he gestured her to come to the empty seat in front of him, a blank expression on his face.
OOC: Okay! I love Paris!
Also, what will they do if they aren't together? Do you think you should havemore people to be their friends, that way they can rp with us when our charries are alone?
IC: Paisley smiled graciously and sat down. She was wearing a light blue sweater and some dark skinny jeans with flats. "Thanks." She smiled, "Why is it so busy?" She set her mocha coffee down and looked at it.
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OOC: Oh! Sure, would you like me to open up the thread? c:
IC: "Dunno, it's normally like this when I'm here." Lysander's dark, ominous voice said, sipping his tea once more.
OOC: Just say something like, friends needed, or something like that. That way people won't get the wrong idea. And can you make sure they have good grammar and punctuation and all that. I can't deal. With any more of those people that say things like, "Sam sat."
Also, could you give me a physical description of Lysander. And maybe a nickname if he has one?
And in the end, is Paisley supposed to like Lysander too?
IC: Paisley frowned. He didn't seem all that friendly. "Oh. I come here all the time though." She had just been trying to make conversation, "Umm... What are you reading?"
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OOC: Okay, Semi-lit, and friends needed?
Lysander has jet black, emo-cut hair, with one green eye and one hazel eye, he normally wears suits. Yeah. c:
Yes, in the end I'd like for that to happen.
IC: "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Lysander said, holding up the book cover. "It's quite the read."
OOC: Yeah that's good. So now we can both have friends to rp with too. And when our charries are together, they can rp with each other.
IC: She smiled. She had to read that for school, but she never would have read it on her own time, "Shakespeare, right?" She asked curiously. She wanted to prove she could actually be smart and not just a dumb blonde. She had already proved herself through music, but this guy didn't know her. "Wasn't it written about Spring, but it's called A Midsummer Night's Dream?"
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OOC: Alright, good idea c:
IC: Lysander nodded. "Weird, right?" he flipped a page.
"There's also a guy with my name in it! Who knew?" Lysander chuckled at his own words, and then coughed to show he wasn't all that full of himself.
OOC: Thanks! :)
IC: Paisley laughed, "Is there anyone with my name?" She knew perfectly well he didn't know her name and that the names were all Greek and would never have "Paisley" in it, but she wanted to see his reaction to her question.
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