Posts by ~Raven~

sorry for disappearing! Life got super busy and my mental state kind of went into a down spiral so I pulled off of FF for a little. I'm all good and back now! Almost done at work am typing a big ling response now :)

mind if I track? You have such awesome plots (and I'm back from hiatus) :) also looking for an awesome faceclaim

"Why slow down? You're the one that is driving and not telling me where we are going." Austin pouted over at her as he held her hand in his contently. He hummed at her comment about the bag, but he was still curious about it. The man's eyes watched the road ahead of them and then looked over at her when she asked about what he wanted to listen to.

He listened to everything, well everything except Techno. He could not stand that. He pulled his phone from his pocket, plugging into the aux cord and shuffled through his Amazon Music. Not spotting a song that caught his eye he just hit the shuffle button and the radio came to life playing Bon Jovi. "That works." He said with a shrug, "Unless the driver has a request song." He flashed her a toothy smile before turning his attention back to the road, in an attempt at figuring out where they were going. It was driving him crazy not knowing, but then again he got himself relaxed into the comfy chair of the Range Rover.

Name: Phillip Kent Junior

Nicknames: Phil, PJ, Kent

Age: 23

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Basic Personality:

-Careless

-Unruly/Wild

-Narcissist

Basic History:

Phillip Kent Junior grew up in not the best family. His mother was sweet and kind and dotted on Phillip constantly. She however, lost her battle with breast cancer when Phillip was fifteen. His father went into a downward spirl very fast. Anything Phil did was never good enough anymore, and hus father was a constant drunk. Phillip began to care less and less about his father as time went on and the two often brawled. Phil ended up at their mutual friend's place on more than one occassion after a nasty brawl. Due to the beatings from when he was fifteen to when he was eighteen he had become deaf in his left ear and multiple scars along his chest and back from bottles being smashed at him. He is a complete party animal, and hides behind a facade so none truly know about his past, or even about his deafness in his left ear (as he is often found keeping people on his right)

FaceClaim: Hayden Christensen

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Name: William James Strider

Age: 24

Position: Royal Guard

FaceClaim: Charlie Hunnam

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Perhaps he can be assigned as her personal guard, which is why he is always around. Maybe he can be a little harsh at first kind of like 'tough love' kind of thing where he follows her orders out of duty but it is clear he does not accept her at first as his Queen as she isn't proper and so he gives in and helps teach her as no one else is helping her.

//ooohhh whatcha bakin' and whats for dinner? //

The sandy brown haired male raised another shot in the air with a toothy grin as he downed another one, giving a shake as the whiskey burned his throat. Phillip Kent Junior cheered as he watched a few friends take a few drinks. It was a large place with enough space to comfortably fit twenty drunken, dancing, and rowdy group who just finished a year of college. Phil grabbed a beer, and being relatively sober he moved to go meander through various people. He spotted his friend, who was throwing the month long party/vacation. "Hey!" He said, loudly over the music that was blaring and his friend turned, smiling and gave him a hug happily greating him.

Phil noticed the girl standing beside his friend, Conor, and motioned, "Whose your friend?" He asked half thinking to be introduced to Conor's girlfriend but instead was told the girl was a friend and her name was Clara Petrov, and hia friend introduce him to Clara as well. "Pleasure." The music was loud but he kept Conor on his right side so he could actually hear the other twenty-something year old, who was speaking loudly about having to go check a keg, or something, and disappeared off into the party leaving Phillip with the strange girl, who stood across from him, facing him.

He strained to just listen to her. But the music was way too loud for his one ear to really listen. "What are you majoring in?" he asked loudly, straining to listen to her voice as he took a sip of his beer. He preferred hard liquor over beer, but liquor got him way frunker way quicker as he often couldn't stop once he started drinking. His attention flashed to someone who was moving towards him, he recognized the girl as a girl from his sociology class and greeted the drunk girl as she slipped between him and Clara. "I'm majoring in Nursing and Minoring in Psychology." He spoke in an attempt to speak over the loud music.

"Good." He leaned over the console and planted a kiss on her cheek. He moved back to his seat, his eyes watching as the town they grew up in came to view. The cafe passed and he heard her clear her throat. He knew that cafe, and smirked at the memory at came back. A study date gone awry.the memoru flooded his mind as he thought about how he had actually needed help with math and she had been kind enough to do so. Or at least attempt. He was a teen and so was she. He bought her favorite drink there and then they had sat and attempted to study, but him being Austin he quickly changed it to an actual date and towards the middle he just leaned in and kissed her, half expecting to get pushed off and hoping that she would kiss him back. She had done the latter. And here they are.

Of course he hadn't exactly asked her out after the kiss, Austin grinned as he remembered their first official date, it had poured when they went to the park for a movie, and instead ended up in the back of the old Bronco covered in blankets watching the movie on Cecilia's phone with Netflix. But his mind drifted off to various other things they had done in the back of the bronco and he quickly shook his head to clear it before looking over to Cecilia as the park came into view. "You know, the weather man said it was supposed to be sunny all day." He spoke as he watched her, pulling her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it gently, before keeping it there his eyes closed as his heart was pounding.

He had an idea of what she was doing, but as to actually acting on it he remained quiet, eyes closed as he kept the back of her hand against his lips. He breathed in deeply, humming to himself as he tried to ease his nerves. His plan was to propose to her after dinner and despite facing criminals all day long he couldn't help the nervousness that was settling in the pit of his stomach. The ring box was in his breast pocket of his Jacket, and he wanted nothing more than to double and triple check it was still there. But she would suspect someting so he remained as still and 'normal' as possible despite his insides twisting and tangling. He moved her hand away from his lips and back to rest on the console. His hand holding hers released its grip as he subconsciously traced her hand. "Are we going to the pack?" He asked a glint of the fact he was now thinking of their first date together evident in his eyes as he looked over at her with a smile.

Through all the highs and lows

The can't undo's i regret the most

The wall so hard feels like I can't get through

Oh, rescue

Every morning byh your side

Just one look at you sometimes

You don't even know you're coming to

The rescue

Rescue by Hunter Hayes

The Guardian Angel looked between the two Arch Angels: Gabriel and Michael. Fear was evident in the lesser ranked angel as she bowed her head and lookedd up at the two who were looking down at her scornfully. "This is the third human who you have failed to do your duty to protect." Arch Angel Michael's booming voice echoed in her ears. Gabriel was quiet as Michael continued, "We have no choice but to strip you."

"No. Please. I swear it was an accident. Please." The smaller Angel looked up as the two Arch Angels raised their swords as her wings were forced open. She tried to break free but her wings were held out by stronger, older, and wiser angels. Their swords sliced downwards, shattering the bones of the beautiful pure white wings and a pained scream wrenched from the smaller and much younger Guardian Angel. Her wings were released, and the fell limply to her sides as she crumpled under the pain in sobs.

"Your wings will heal when you properly protect your next human." Gabriel spoke now as Michael moved away with the other angels. The well know Arch Angel's touch was gentle as his hands ran along her shattered wings, and the pain eased now. "They will be of no use to you, you will have to earn your wings, Eleanor Kingsley. You are the Guardian Angel of, (Y/C). Good luck." The Arch Angel stood and turned, leaving the younger still crumpled where she was.

When she opened her eyes Eleanor Kingsley found herself in an all too familiar setting. A hospital room. The infant who was her charge was just born and she looked at the Guardian Angels of the parents and she could tell they saw her broken wings and were giving her glares. Broken wings meant one of two things between Guardian Angels: Demon broke the wings or the Angel did wrong and the Arch Angels were punishing them.

-22 years later-

Eleanora watched her charged grow up. Yet her wings were still broken, long since turned grey from being broken for so long and no matter how much she cleaned them they never brughtened to the beautiful pure white they once were. Her heart sank as she watched his heart get crushed once more and his girlfriend kick him out of their apartment. She trailed behind him like always, and upon finding a hotel room in this big city she sat on the bed beside him, unseen. She brushed a hair from his forehead, but he would think it was just the vent over his head or the air conditioner in the window.

Cheating. That is what he had caught his girlfriend doing. Cheating with his best friend in his shared apartment. She felt horrible for him, because she had known and couldn't tell him. Eleanora felt a lot of things for the man on the bed, but all were forbidden for her to act on. She wrapped her arms around him, and moved her wings to wrap around him. They couldn't wrap him effectively but it did the trick, he was crying. He needed it, and Eleanora knew this as she had given the feeling of security in this small stanky hotel room. "Ssshhh.... it's alright." She whispered. He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands and she didnt realise she revealed herself (with the exception of her wings as they remained hidden). "Ssshhh... you're alright." She spoke gently as her arms were still wrapped around him comfortingly.

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Please be able to post 3+ paragraphs per post.

Don't kiss and diss.

My character is your charrie's guardian angel.

This is a romance, but will form slowly despite her having feelings for him.

My charrie will eventually get her wings restored, but not until later in the rp

Just post a name, picture, and try to keep him around 22 looking and then just respond to the above :) i don't have to approve him :)

This is a BxG ; AngelxHuman plot

tracking. Will post shortly!

Maeve Natalie Austins - 21 years old

Maeve loved the beach, she grew up on it on the northern part of the Esst Coast, and now she lived in the south where she could go swimming any day of the week at any time of the year. It never got old for her. This beach was new to her, along with the small town it was attached to. She had gone to the beach almost everyday for last couple of months and couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching her from the water. But anytime she turned to look there was nothing except the soft crash of waves hitting the sandy shore.

She had been warned by the other locals not to go into the ocean, due to countless disappearances and even rumors of sirens lurking in the waters. She had no belief in sirens, but she did believe that the water had a mind of its own and that anyone who entered the water and did not respect the fact that it is like a living breathing being had more of a potential to drown. The undertoes, rip currents, and even the jagged rocks near the end of the alcove of this beach all warned her not to enter the water. To all the times she had visited the beach the most she did was go to the waters edge, never entering the water or letting her toes touch it. Something about it screamed danger if she entered. Today, however she was late to the beach. She had gotten caught up in an argument with her ex and it sucked. She then couldn't find her beach towel, which she normally used and on top of that she barely found anything of what she would normally use to go to the beach.

Maeve had made it to the beach, taking a different path than normal and coming from the rocky side of the alcoved beach when she spotted him?.... it?.... whatever it was. She followed the rocks out, trying to keep her balance and landed on the rock beside his, her foot slipping and splashing into the water. His eyes locked onto hers and she froze in place, she could see the panic in its eyes as it moved quickly to get away. Maeve looked around for anything to use but instead called out, "Wait! Wait!" She tried to follow on the rocks, her feet slipping on the slippery surfaces and her leg ripped open as the jagged rock sliced through it like it was nothing but butter. She let off a string of curses as she pulled herself up onto the rock and pulled the towel from her bag on her back and wrapped it around the gash in her leg, tieing it tightly to stop the bleeding before getting up, giving up on the creature or not really noticing it now as she moved to work her way back to the shore on the rocks.

Once back to the shoreline she stood, watching the creature in the water. Against her better judgement she sat in the waves on the shoreline, watching the creature with a thousand and one questions running through her head. What was it? Was it the thing that had been watching her? Why? She wasn't entirely sure but she wanted to know.

Maeve took in the features of the creature as they watched each other. What was it? She had no idea. If she was to go off of folk lore she would say either a merman or a siren. But if she was going off of sceince and biology, as she was training to be an EMT, she guess it was something that had a mutation. She had no idea, but was all the more curios about him. Was it even a him? It had human features in the face with long black hair that seemed to be tinted a blue hue and had blueish scales from what she could make out from the distance.

She remained still as he appeared to swim off but reappeared on a rock, watching her. She shifted uneasily in the silence between them and his stare was not helping either. She finally broke the silence, speaking loud enough to be heard over the crash of the waves. Her chocolate eyes moved to her leg, as she unwrapped the towel, "What are you? Who are you?" She asked, raising her eyes back up to the creature on the rocks before retying the towel on her leg to get it to stop bleeding.

Maeve's attention returned to the creature as the soft waves touched her legs from where she sat on the very edge of the water. Everything inside her was warning her to be cautious. That the creature could be extremely dangerous. She half thought that maybe it was a siren from the tales that she had heard. He seemed to fit the description, as she was told sirens could be mistaken for merpeople. And he did look like something that could be considered a merman in her head as he had scales, tail, and lived in the water. Her light brown hair fell into her eyes and she brushed the hair from her face as she continued to watch the other from where she sat at the safety of the shoreline.

Girl, I'm glad you called, first heard you talk

Took me a second cause i couldn't hear your drawl

And that don't sound like you

No, that don't sound like you

That don't sound like you, Lee Brice

Madigan Rogers looked at the phone that night. It had been three long years since she had moved from her small town in South Carolina to New York City. Three years since she had even spoken to her best friend, (y/c), she had yelled and screamed at him the last time they had spoken. Now she knew he was right. The phone was against her ear as she heard it ring. Ring. Her eyes closed as she replayed the last time they had ever spoken and yet she wanted nothing more than to hear her friend's voice.

"He isn't good for you, Mad!" His (y/c) voice was loud as he yelled back, shoving the other male, her boyfriend, away from her. She moved to step between them but the two were already throwing punches. Her boyfriend being the larger of the two as he easily overpowered her friend.

Ring.

"Stop! Stop!" She shoved herself between them, forcing them to stop.

"He gave you bruises, Mad! Stop defending him!" (y/c) spat out, pointing at the bruises on her arms and then to the other man.

"It was an accident, (y/c). He didn't mean it and you have no right to step in." She was toe to toe with her best friend as she glared up at him. "Back off, (y/c)."

Ring.

"Come on, Madigan, let's get you packed." Her boyfriend gently pulled her away from the fuming friend and when she went from her home to the car to travel from the small town to the Big Apple, (y/c) caught her arm gently.

"Please, Mad, don't go with him."

"Stay out of my love life, (y/c). You had your chance and you blew it, (y/c), and now that i am happy you want me to be yours. Not gonna happen, not now and not ever. Good bye." With that she set the last box in her boyfriend's car and climbed into the passenger seat for the long drive to her new home.

"Hello?" The voice sounded tired, but familiar with the familiar southern drawl. She remained quiet for a moment and heard him say again, "Hello?"

"Hey. It's Madigan... I'm calling to say hi." She spoke cautiously over the phone as she entered the Taxi. It was eleven at night, and she was tired, fresh bruises covered her arms and she sported a black eye under the makeup. She handed the address to the cabi and glanced up at the apartment building fearing her ex would come running and drag her from the taxi demanding she get back inside.

Her once long brown hair was cut to shoulder length and her dark chocolate eyes watched the city streets slowly pass by. "I'm coming back... not for long, but for a little while need a break from the city." She spoke calmly, "Maybe we can meet up? Catch up." She forced the happiness into her voice, and anyone who knew her extremely well knew that she wasn't smiling as she spoke.

Madigan hesitated now before adding, "Do you think I can stay with you? My parents are still away travelling and I don't have a key to their home anymore." That wasn't a full lie. She had a house key to her parents, but they were away and she wasn't sure what her ex will do when he finds out she left in the middle of the night with all her things. Her parents' place would be the first place he would look/call and she wasn't sure what she was going to do when he started blowing up her phone. She had made it to the airport three times before this before she went back to her now ex. She wasn't going to turn back. Not this time.

General Plot:

M/C was in an abusive relationship for the last four years years. Three of those she was in NYC living there instesd of in the small South Carolina Town (Buckley : made up). She is returning to Buckley, and hoping to find shelter at y/c house. Y/C, had/has strong feelings for her and never truly got over her. This is healing plot and also a romance one. He teaches and shows her how it is to be truly loved by someone, even though at first she extremely skeptical and even flinchy and flighty in his attempts to be sweet.

Based off of: That don't sound like you by Lee Brice ; I Know Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner

My character:

to join just post a response to the above with a picture, name, and age don't need a full form :)

Advanced for me means 400-600 words per post or a 3 paragraph minimum.

Fade in/out as needed

I am playing the girl and you the guy, keep him the same age or a year or two older (max)

This is a healing / romance so there will be difficult topics coming up as she tells hik what happened in her relationship such as: physical/mental abuse, depression, self harm, and rape. This is your warning. I won't get too graphic, but i do want to forewarn.

Clara was cute, okay pretty, and Phil would be lying if he said he didn't have any attraction to the woman in front of him. He half heard her (get it XD... okay bad pun XD) and it took him a moment to respond, "Yeah, Nursing is pretty cool, zoology sounds interesting too." He said with a smile in hopes of charming her before adding, "Can I get you something? Shot? Beer?" He offered noticing her bottle of water. "Can't be at a party without some form of drink, Beautiful."

He ran a hand through his short sandy blonde hair while his chocolate orbs never left her bright sea blue eyes. He took another drink from his beer bottle as he watched her, waiting on her answer. He was getting distracted by the music, and people dancing and laughing as they moved about around them. His eyes remained on her, catching only a word or two of her response, but he was really distracted. "Hey! Come on." He grabbed her hand and tugged her gently from where ahe was standing being a wallflower and out onto where everyone was dancing.

The pounding music was extremely loud and rattled his chest as he held hia beer in one hand while he took her hand with his other and spun her, forcing her to dance with him. Probably not the greatest idea if trying to make a good impression but Phil was having fun, and aomething told him the girl needed to have fun, let loose, and just relax. He forced her to spin into him so her back was against his front and his mouth was near her ear, "Come on, loosen up, let the music move you!" He grinned, "See, I can dance... maybe you just need a drink. Want a sip?" His pushiness was showing as he now released her and offered a drink of his beer.

//thank you! Kind of my brain child at work and then had tp wait until I got home to type it up XD//

Madigan couldn't but relax, hearing Benjamin talk was a relief. Not to mention he seemed happy to hear from her despite her cutting him out of her life. The brunette sat quietly for a moment, thinking of how to answer his question on City life. She responded, forcing the happiness into her voice once more, "Nah, City life is great....just a little home sick." The came way easier than she thought, and she felt a pang of guilt rise for lying to Ben, but at the same time she felt too ashamed to say that he was right. She never should have left. Should have stayed back home. Once again the smile was no longer in her voice even if the happiness was there.

When he agreed to let her stay with him she visibly relaxed some, at least she could hide out there until she got on her feet once more. As Benjamin asked about the adress she subconsciously nodded, "Yeah I remember. Go past the little firehouse. Next left, and down the road to the dead end." She couldn't remember the adress, but knew where his parents place was.... it was down the street from her parents'.

She watched as the Cab eased through the streets. The Cabi saying something about how once they get out of the central part they should be fine until Newark Airport entrance. She shifted in her spot in the back of the cab before speaking once her, her once thick southern drawl had dwindled quite a bit, "I'm coming back tonight. My flight is for one two am, if on time, and I should be landing around three or four in the morning." She informed him before changing the topic and saying, "How have you been? I've seen you on tv now and again for the professional rodeos." She wanted anything but to have the topic switch back to her, but knew it would. How could it not?

She listened, her eyes closing as she found it just soothing to listen to his voice. Madigan shifted in her seat she coupd feel the tears sting her eyes as she tried to hold them back. Her face turning blotchy as the silent tears fell. She drew in a shaky breath, unsure of what to say. Madigan hesitated before three words fell from her lips before she could stop them, "You were right." She stopped herself from saying anything else, as she forced herself to remain quiet. The cab was moving quicker now, as the busiest part of the city was behind them. Madigan made no attempt to elaborate why he was right, as she felt that was dumb.

tracking! At work so it might a few hours to type up my response, but I will respond by tonight at the latest :) and I love this idea.

// aww i likes it :) and finally finished my response :) //

Jamison Henry Michaels, Jamie as his family and friends called him, had just finished dying his hair bright blue the previous night, and even rolled out of bed late. He got himself ready and looked out at the city from the penthouse apartment his family owned in Center City. He moved from the large window, grabbing his phone as he left the apartment with Koda. The dog had a brown leather leash and matching buckle collar while Jamie wore cargo shorts, black and white converse, and a green tshirt with aviator sunglasses.

He was in the elevator when he heard his phone go off, glancing at the name of the caller. It was Erikkson. Jamie had a crush on the other male, and answered the phone as he exited the elevator ad koved from the apartment building where the Paparazzi was. The camera flashes and calls he ducked away and from down the street, the dog growling as the people with cameras tried to get closer. "Hey. Whats up?" He asked into the phone as his greeting.

"Sure. Where? Kinda trapped around the lovely annoying paparazzi at the moment. Hang on one sec." He and Koda took off at a sprint, the two weaved in and out of the crowds of people. The two slowed back down to a walk after they escaped the groups of paparazzi. "Alright, free from them. Where ya want to meet? I've got Koda with me, so what unless you want to head back to my place, that probably would not be smart."

"We can meet at Central Park." Jamie said after a moment of thought as he spotted the park several block further up. "The Crazies wouldn't expect it, and besides our parents are off at the convention anyway. So what the hell?" Jamie had grown up in NYC, so he was used to the crazy people following him and even the strange accent that Erikson hated. He of course lived in LA and Vagas. He was sent to a private school, where he had met Erikson and all the other Celebrity and political people's children. He moved along the streets, the dog walking along at his heel. He was stopped several times for pictures as he listened to Erik's voice on the other end of the phone.

Eleanora peeled backwards with a look of surprise on her face as he looked at her with teary eyes. Her eyes were the size of saucers like a deer in the headlights. She knew she could not just disappear like she wanted, as he would most likely feel he was goimg crazy. "Well... there a few answers to that question." She spoke cautiously, watching her charge with each word. She wore old skinny blue jeans, white converse and a white t-shirt, or that was her outfit when a human saw her.

Eleanora sat where she was and hesitated before adding, "I'm your Guardian Angel." She let a nervous hand move loose hair out of her face as she watched him before she added, "Don't freak out. And if you really want proof that I am what I say I am....." she moved from the bed and stood infront of him, hesitating before letting her wings be revealed. They were not folded behind her properly, or even spread out as if ready to fly, instead they remained down, hanging almost limping behind her. She glanced at the wings before speaking, "I can't fly... mind of lost that priveledge."

She then brightened up, trying to distract herself from her broken wings. "We've gotten this far, Ollie, we will get you back up on your feet. I got you moving and happy after your mother's passing." She pointed out before adding, "I also was partly involved in getting you out of your father's care.... although that was only partly as i informed the Guardian of your teacher who suggested it to her that you were in danger at home. Thankfully she at the time was willing to listen to her inner voice and ended up talking to various people who looked into it. But that is beside the point." She waved her hand and watched him.

She glanced at her wings sadly. It was harder for an Angel to protect their charge when they couldn't use their wings. The Guardian Angels used their wings as a main source of defense and attack against demons, and even as a source of comfort for their Charges. Hers, she could barely move without pain, all because she had to go and do something stupid. "Okay, start asking all your questions like I know you want to." She said with. Soft smile, inviting him to ask all that was on his mind.

//sorry It's so short, I'm falling asleep //

Madigan listen to him speak, but after the three words slipped out, she heard the change in his voice and her eyes closed tightly at the realization of what she said. "Nothing happened, Ben." She gave a nervous laugh as she looked out of the window as they made it onto a brudge on the way to the Newark Airport. The brunette wasn't sure how to go about the next part but found herself lying, "You were right that the -uh- city was driving me crazy. Nothing like the country." She gave a fake smile, as if trying to convince him like he was in the cab with her.

"I can't wait to lay under the sky once more in the grass. That is something one can really miss here in the city...." She tried to continue her train of thought but trailed off unsure where to go with it now. "Why wouldn't I be alright, Ben?" She asked her eyes still watering as the tears continued to flow. She couldn't help the the shaky breath she dragged in again. "I'm perfectly fine. Just Peachy. In fact, I couldn't be better." Madigan shifted in her seat once more. She sat thinking for a moment but thought better of responding and instead remained quiet.

The brunette sat quietly in the back of the cab. Phone to her ear, as she stared out the window watching the other cars and lights of the city. She half wanted to tell him what has been happening the last few years, but the other half thought better of it. She tugged at the sleeves of her hoodie before looking at her legs. She felt smaller and smaller each passing moment and she shrank into the seat of the cab even more. "We are almost at the airport." She said, "are you sure you want to pick me up? I can find an Uber or something." She felt bad that he insisted on picking her up, but wasn't even sure why she felt so horrible as she knew it was a nice gesture from an old friend. "I'm sorry about the things I said to you the last time I saw you."

"Hey!" Jamie lit up at the sight of the other. "Not much, what about you?" The currently blue haired young man grinned happily, "Glad we cam actually meet up for once in person." He moved to continue walking, staying alongside Erik as he moved. He kept a friendly distance for any on lookers who recognized them. "How many Crazies did you run into on your way over? I had a whole hoarde outside my apartment building. Koda kept a couple away, right, Boy?" The blue haired man said, looking down at the lanky dog who always looked like it's hackles were raised due to the line on its back where the hair grew backwards. The dog wagged it's tail, bumping into Jamie happily.

"How's Hester doing? It is Hester right?" He asked feeling his face go hot at the idea he had forgotten the cat's name, looking to the other, hoping he got the right name for the other's cat. He didn't mean to forget it all the time but Hester only showed up on screen over Skype on rare occasions and even rarer was it that Erik spoke about Hester unless Hester was on screen, unlike Jamie. Jamie loved his dog to pieces and itwas the most common pictures of him in the tabloids of him and his dog walking in the city.

The dog walked between the two young men now, occassionally bumping into Erik or Jamie as if to check they were still alongside him. "Whatcha been up to since the 'rents are gone? I've been pulling all nighters." It was well know between the two of them that despite being rich and seventeen, Jamie's parents had a strict lights out curfew for him that was set at eleven. With them gone he was up all night. "I didn't see you at the party the other night at the Kennys." He brought up a party that had been held at twin schoolmates' home a few blocks over a few nights ago.

"You should have been there! A bunch of kids from school got conpletely wasted." Jamie laughed before adding, "Hey, maybe you can come over tonight for netflix? There is a bunch of Celebrities in my building so you could be seeing anyone...." his voice trailed off as he realized he was asking the guy he liked to actually come over and hang out. Not like sneak off and hope you don't get caught. It was a sneak out, sneak in, and then don't get caught before sneaking out and back into his own place. He ran a hand through the blue tangles as he wauted on a response.

The sandy blonde haired guard, William, moved through the castle with ease as he headed off to go and get Victoria from her room and bring her to the throne room. According to the Royal Advisor she had to be there in a few minutes for something that he couldn't remember what it was. William shook his head at the thought of the young woman who was now his Queen. She didn't stand up straight, had a mouth from the sewers at times, and in his opinion she completely unprofessional and in no way was she possibly related to the former King. He just found that insane. She didn't even have the typical light colored hair of the Royal Court. He knocked on the door, waiting a moment before he entered, closing the door behind him. He watched as she stood watching herself in the mirror.

William raised an eyebrow and stated, in a rather cold tone, "Your shoulders are still slouched and your leaning slightly forward." He wore the traditional navy-blue and reds of the Royal Guard, but as he was her personal guard he wore a golden pin of their country's animal on his left breast. He stood tall, his shoulders back, head up, and his legs together like anyone else in the military. His hands were folded behind his back as he waited for her to speak. Upon further inspection of his queen he also, slightly rudely commented, "You look like an upscale Servant with your hair in the braid, your Highness. I suggest leaving it down or I can have a stylist come in and do your hair for you." He had only ever seen Queens have their hair down. He had seen the Royals pull their hair back but never into a braid it was always into a lavish bun or twist or something so he thought he was being somewhat helpful in warning her it might not go over well if she left the room with her hair in a braid.