Posts by rhysand

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][align=center]]hello :D. For this plot I ask that you be semi-adv to adv and are relatively active c: thank you!!! just post a faceclaim, name, etc and I will start.


    Seraphina, more commonly known by Sera, is at your characters restaurant waiting for her fiancé to show up for their date. It's their anniversary too, two whole years. As the night goes on, he doesn't show up, and she doesn't receive any call or text. Your guy, the owner, takes pity on her and let's her have her meal on the house, since of course she orders. She was hungry waiting for her fiance. The owner, aka your guy, decides to sit and spend the time with her, at least until her fiancé comes, because she seems lonely. The two of them hit it off, connecting with each other over conversation, as he makes her feel a bit better. He eventually has to close up, and Seraphina gets a text message from her fiancé saying he had loads of work to do at the office. Seraphina begins to leave, but not before inviting your guy to the opening night of her new art gallery. He agrees to come, and after that night at the art gallery the two spend more and more time with each other, falling in love, despite the fact she's engaged. Her fiancé is never around; yet Sera still stays with him. As the wedding gets near, she has to make a decision, her fiancé whom she's known and loved for years, or the man she fell recklessly in love with. More plots can unfold, you can give your guy an epic backstory, we can figure stuff out as we go (:


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    I tilted my head as she began speaking, getting right down to it. Good, I liked people who cut to the chase, no dilly dallying. "Your name is a letter?" I asked with a chuckle and shook my head. "Alright 'B'" I snorted and leaned forwards, arms crossed as I put them on the table.


    I eyed the things she was pushing towards me. A text book, they had text books for English? And then an actual book. I picked the book up and flipped through the pages. It was filled with old english, stuff I did not understand. "Alright yeah sounds easy enough despite the fact I don't understand one word in this," I waved the book in the air and put it down. "I know the story though. Theme: love stinks," I yawned.
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    I heard once that New York City used to be a pretty great place. I had never been, ever. I'd lived in London all my life. But after everything that happened, I was practically forced to leave and start over on the other continent. The only people left of my family were my older brother and younger sister. We had actually been farmers back in London, so picking it up again in New York had been so simple. It was all we knew what to do, grow crops. And there was a large need of it all, considering the way things were.


    I had just finished up my work for the day, picking out as many vegetables as possible. I gave them to my sister to sell in the village. She was a better people person than I was anyways, I came off as rude, or stubborn, or too shy. She was outgoing, friendly, and very beautiful. Many suitors came her way, but she always turned them down. She'd lost her best friend, and lover, to the epidemic that had spread. Despite all that she seemed to remain happy. I wish I had her strength some days. Losing our parents had been difficult.


    Anywho, we had plenty to worry about these days, especially the witches. I'd been taught they were evil, and had to be killed. I honestly wasn't sure how I felt about that. In the past, the world had always condemned others for being different, maybe even better than the majority of the race. In my opinion I didn't think it was fair. The witches weren't harming us, right? I'd never met one in real life, ever. I'm not sure what I would do if I had.


    Currently, I was making my way through the village, spending yesterday's earnings on some tools so I could repair our cottage, as well as some meat from the butcher and bread from the bakery. My brother was excellent at cooking, so I had to get some things for him. He was back at the barns, our home, working and working. He never stopped except to eat and sleep. I headed to the bakery first, because the bakers daughter was pretty, and if I flirted, sometimes I got a pastry for free.


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    [eek same ><]


    I blinked, somehow surprised that she suggested I read a different book. Well okay cool, guess it would be easier now. I reached for this book and read the back cover. Well it definitely seemed to have a good story. "Isn't there a movie based off this one? I think I've seen it," that would make things way easier for me. All I had to do maybe was watch the movie, go on one of those note websites and look everything up. Thank you internet!


    But that wouldn't do too well for my grades. I didn't want to write anything, an essay, a paper on themes...no thank you! "I don't exactly know what a theme is," I shrugged and set the book down. "I mean I sort of do, but I don't know how to look for it. Symbols are easier but the theme? Nah," it seemed like I was being more open to learning with this girl.


    I looked her over, really amazed that I actually had no idea who she was. Sure she was pretty, and definitely didn't have a nerdy style, but not my type. I sighed and glanced around the library, before checking the time on the clock. I had somewhere to be, and I was really craving a cigarette.
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    I walked up to the little cottage like structure that was the bakery and let myself in, everything smelling extremely good. Seraphina was working and I smiled, walking over to chat with her, buy some bread. She gave me a basket, so I could carry it as well as the rest of my things. I managed to get a sugary pastry for free out of her before I left.


    And as I left, the people in the village seemed to all be focusing on something going to the gates. I made my way in that direction to see what was going on. Were the witch hunters in town? I hated when they came. I feared them more than the witches. Whenever they came through they nearly bled the town dry of supplies before continuing on. So naturally, I grew suspicious as I made my way over.


    Thankfully, it just seemed to be a group of people coming to pass through the village. One of them stood out to me though, more than the others. Probably because she had a large dog guarding her. But if I were being truthful, it wasn't the reason she caught my eye. She was...pretty, or maybe that wasn't the right word. Beautiful? Perhaps. I stared at her for a while before shaking my head and continuing, to the butcher who was nearby all of this.
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    I looked at the meats hanging around the shop, trying to decide which would be the cheapest, but best option. I knew the butcher pretty well, since we usually sent our livestock to him to be slaughtered. Which meant we got a discount on all meats, and a pretty good one too, since we'll the animals were almost all ours. There was one other farm in the village.


    "I'll have a few pounds of the pork, and two chickens," I requested and pulled out the amount of coins needed. I set them on the counter and waited while the guy cut up the right meat for me. "So how's the farm going?" the butcher asked me and I shrugged.


    "There's been no rain the past few days which hasn't helped, we've pumped so much water from the well to water the crops. I hope the sky opens up soon," I sighed, and then glanced towards the door as someone walked in. It was the woman I'd noticed before coming into the village. My curiosity sparked, and I wondered what they were doing here. Passing through? Staying? I didn't like the idea of them staying. More mouths to feed.


    "Looks cloudy today, perhaps thunderstorms will roll in overnight," the butcher said and nodded to the girl, before giving me my wrapped meat, which I set in the basket, that was getting a little heavy. I'd have to stop at home, find my sister on the way back.


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    I flipped through the book again and then pushed her textbook back. "I have this. I don't use it but I have it so if I need it, I'll look for inspiration," I said and sighed. Did I really want to read the book?


    "Even if the movie isn't based on a book, you don't watch movies? There's some good classics out there," I told her and then slipped the book into my backpack and zipped it up, getting to my feet.


    "Alright main idea of the book sure, sounds easy. Can we go now? I have uh, somewhere I need to be," and that somewhere just happened to be the street fight I would be participating in.


    I looked her over, really amazed that I actually had no idea who she was. Sure she was pretty, and definitely didn't have a nerdy style, but not my type. I sighed and glanced around the library, before checking the time on the clock. I had somewhere to be, and I was really craving a cigarette.
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    [I'm on vacation its hard to get a reply in and I'm sorry if this is short!]


    I blinked as she practically bolted out of the library. Well then guess that was that. I no longer felt like attending tutoring sessions, if it would be that easy to get rid of her.


    I shrugged and left the library, wandering towards the front of the school, walking out the main doors, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with my lighter. I was heading to the parking lot where my car was, when I spotted...what was her name again? B? I don't know.


    She was sitting alone, probably waiting for a ride, though she looked kind of frustrated. I noticed the storm clouds. I was speaking before I could even register what I was going, "Hey, do you need a ride or something?" I asked as I dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.
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    [sorry this was rushed. I'm on vacation now, I wanted to get a reply in so you know I'm not abandoning]


    I was able to get a better look at the woman now, closer up. And I had been right earlier, she was attractive. But, I never really found myself wanting to be with anone. Call me a bit old school but I was one of those guys who wanted to build a relationship, fall in love, not just go from girl to girl every night. I wanted a family, something to look forwards to in this post-apocalyptic world.


    At this point we were both sort of taking each other in. I shifted the basket to my other arm and took a wide arc around her and that dog. "Have a nice day," he called to the butcher and then he spoke to the woman. "Welcome to the village," he added politely, even offering a small smile as he backed out and wandered down the street, back through the center of the village.


    He called out for his sister, and eventually found her flirting with the blacksmiths son. I chuckled and had to pull her away before leading her back home. My brother was there already, with the woman he had been getting serious with. We all knew it would be soon enough before they were wed and she moved in. I liked her, the woman was nice. I brought my basket of food to him so he could prepare dinner. It would be a while so I headed out, going into the woods, a ltitle ways past our cottage.


    Out here there was a little watering hole, a pond of sorts. I came here to freshen up after a long day, as well as just sit and relax, take a break from everything. I got there and stripped down into the shorts under my pants, and dipped in, relaxing and swimming around.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;] I had been extremely excited for tonight, my fiance and i's second anniversary..he had proposed a few months before, on my birthday, and now I had no idea what he could possibly do to make the night anymore special. But he had chosen my favorite restaurant to go to, made reservations and everything. He would be meeting me there, since he would be coming straight from work.


    It had taken me forever to get ready. I had no idea what I wanted to wear! I eventually left my hair down in its brown waves, and chose a shortsleeved black dress that went just above my knees. It was very elegant, but simple. I did my make up, just a little blush and eye make up, nothing too heavy. People told me I was beautiful enough without the make up.


    Anyways, our driver brought me to the restaurant, a beautiful little place that had a view of the bay of the city we lived in. I walked in and told the hostess my name, and she brought me to a small table, set for two. I was given some wine, and asked for anything else but I told them I would wait for my fiance.


    Seconds ticked by, which turned into minutes, which turned into an hour. The waitresses kept coming by, asking if I wanted anything, and then eventually I ordered a meal. I was starving, and it appeared that my fiance would not be showing up to our date. I kept checking my phone, looking for a text or missed call or something...


    But there was nothing. I blinked back tears and tried to appear calm, and not as upset as I was feeling. This wasn't the first time my fiance had done this to me. He had stood me up a couple times, but not on any occasions that hurt as much as this did. It was our anniversary! We were engaged! I sighed and let my shoulders slump as I glared at the beautiful diamond ring on my left hand.


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    Dinner was wonderful, just like it always is here. It came pretty fast, since the restaurant slowly started to get less and less busy. I had my favorite, steak, potatoes, and green beans. It was very lonely though, sitting there and eating alone. I didn't look up much, but I could feel the pity glares burning into skin.


    God I was pathetic, I should have just left after the first hour and not even bother sitting there. But I was clinging onto that hope that he'd walk in, run over and apologize, hand me a bouquet of flowers and kiss me and beg for my forgiveness. I knew that was wishful thinking. My fiance had done this before to me. Most people ask why I would put up with this, but we did love each other. We had a past, and we used to be that cute couple hopelessly in love with each other. Sometimes we still were.


    I don't know, I just couldn't see myself with someone else right now. I finished dinner and waited around a teeny bit longer to see if he would get there and they could have dessert. But he wasnt coming. I began to pull cash out of my purse when suddenly there was someone sitting across from me, placing red velvet cake in front of me.


    I glanced around in confusion, before taking the young man in. He was dressed nicely, similar to the waitors, but without the rest of the uniform. With his words though, it appeared he might be the manager or owner. I smiled a bit though and nodded. "You do, actually. This happens to be my favorite dessert of yours," I didn't yet eat the cake, until he asked if I wanted company.


    I looked around again and shrugged, sighing. "I probably look pretty pathetic, right?" I asked and picked up a fork, and then handed him the other one. "Yes, some company would be nice, but you have to share with me," I half smiled and took a bite for myself.


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