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Valerie was only half way through her mug of tea when a knock sounded from the door. The woman absently walked over the the sound of the knock, opening the door. Upon seeing Crow, her eyes widened. Val had completely forgotten that he was picking her up. "Oh, Crow!" She murmured in surprise, looking down at her silk black robe and realizing she had to get dressed. "I am so sorry, here," Valerie opened the door for him, waving him inside,"I obviously have to change. You're welcome to come sit down, it won't take me long." The woman turned on her heels and hurried back inside, starting quickly towards her closet.

Valerie made an lazy effort to close her bedroom door, resulting in a large crack where her door was left ajar. "Sorry for your warm welcoming. I just hadn't finished my cup of tea so my thoughts were exactly in order. I forgot," she called from the other room while she stripped off the layer of silk she wore. The woman quickly wrestled with the clothing on hangers, wiggling a pair of jeans over her long legs. It wasn't long after that a Valerie was pulling a snug white shirt over her torso, the fabric happily hugging the curve of her body. "Oh, thanks. I like to think I'm a nice decorator," she murmured distractedly as she pulled on a pair of boots, her first time not wearing dress shoes in quite a while. Valerie exited her room with a quicker eyebrow,"Doll face? Did you get tired of calling me stiff?" She mused, striding over to the window where the man stood.

"How do you define a hero, Matthew?" Parker puzzled, a perplexed expression dancing across her features as she contemplated the question herself. The girl used to think about old legends and histories of heros and great fighters, however, lately she had stopped contemplating it. Being the daughter of Zeus, Parker always felt obligated to do miraculous things. She felt as if she had to earn the right to be daughter of Zeus, as if it wasn't enough to simply be the god's daughter. Though, in the past few years, being drawn up and tangled in her quests and dilemmas with Matthew, being a hero never seemed like a priority. Surviving was satisfactory enough for the daughter of the king of gods.
"You know-I just-I think…" a sigh escaped her lips, and several moments passed before she could scrape together the words to form a coherent sentence. "I would like to believe that a hero can be anyone who inspires other people to do better…to be better. That's someone who'll really change the world. Not necessarily someone who chops off the head of a woman with ugly hair, or slays an overgrown lion. Every slightly trained demi-god has the chance to do that," the young woman mused, her thoughts racing out of her mouth in case she never had to opportunity to utter them again.
The daughter of Zeus echoed his half-laugh with a half-hearted snigger, her mind drawing its own stick figure stories that hadn't come upon them yet. "Anyhow, you're a hero to me," she grinned sappily, bumping his shoulder with her own. "After all, you have saved my life more times than I can count on one hand," Parker confessed, raising her hand and counting in her head across her fingers. She lowered her hand to rest in her lap. Tilting her head to the side to find the Aries boy's comforting green gaze, the demi-god smothered another smile that threatened to come and brighten the morning for the sun. "Also, that's quite considerate of you, Matthew, letting me get some sleep." Parker gave his knee a quick pat of thanks before she reached towards the dusty ground and picked up a meek twig. "Though, you must wake me up next time so I can help," she murmured absently as she began drawing stories along side Matthew's book of dusty stick-figures.

jumping in here to track ;)

The woman let out a huff of air that resembled laughter,"I suppose it's better than stiff," she agreed, nodding her appreciation for the compliment. Valerie soaked up the view from her apartment for a long moment. While half of the reason she purchased the apartment was due to its great view, she was always caught up in some chore, never lending her the opportunity to admire it. She was glad Crow had mentioned it, she had nearly forgotten about the small luxury. "It's not often I get all dressed down to go somewhere," Valerie admitted, giving the man a quick pay on his shoulder as she started towards her door. "I'll keep my mouth shut when we get there so I won't embarrass you," the woman stood in the doorway, waiting for Crow to lead the way out of the building and to his car.

"You're the only who suggested I take the whole week off, and said you'd have things to keep me busy. So I'm following you today," Valerie stated decisively,"Show me the average day in the life of Crow." The woman had nothing better to do: her apartment couldn't get any cleaner, she swore to take off the week, and she had hardly any social life outside of work. Though, the thought of being with Crow for such a long drive was a little intimidating, especially after the tension that the man seemed to carry from the night before. Valerie couldn't help the stray thought that wandered to the idea of a date night out with the mysterious man.

(I honestly never even finished my bio. There are so many people.)

Valerie laughed softly at the idea of finding someone special. "Is that supposed to be relaxing?" She mused as she glanced over to the man, leaning against the elevator wall. "From what I've heard that's quite stressful." Upon being told relaxing activities would be to intense for her, the woman laughed,"Well, I'll certainly try my best to handle all the time off I'm taking." As the elevator door dinged, signaling it's opening, Val stepped out and started towards the door to the complex.

Valerie gave the handle of Crow's battered truck an impatient tug as she waited for the man to unlock it. The woman scuffed as the blacksmith began talking. She hadn't thought of finding a relationship in a long while. With work ruling her life, there didn't seem to be a place to fit anyone else. "Sounds great in theory, doesn't it?" Val glanced at the ground, biting absently at her lower lip. "It'll be fun though, I think, taking the week off. Maybe I'll just take a day off instead though, they probably need my help at work."

"They are honestly all probably sick of me being around so much," she murmured, still struggling with the idea of abandoning her responsibilities for the week. Valerie slipped into the truck as Crow opened the door, pulling on her seat belt and closing the door behind her. As she glanced down at the casual clothes she had thrown on, the woman realized exactly how out of place she felt. "There is no time to bend to in my schedule," Valerie countered,"Besides, the only person that could even attempt to fit to my work schedule would have to not have a job," she pointed out. "Also, my office is full of women, I don't think I'll be finding anyone there."

is there a certain thing you enjoy role playing? besides playing as males and romance (which we can incorporate into a plot).

The thoughts that were madly dashing through her head - running and sprinting and shuffling about frantically - began slowing down to a jog, a walk, and then finally, they ceased. An epiphany brought silence to the chaos in her mind. Alice had spent the last few months griping about the complexity of the predicament and the bewilderment it brought. Now though, Alice realized that there was nothing complex about their dilemma at all. Alice loved Alex, and suddenly, that was all that matter. There was no travesty that could convince the woman otherwise. For the first time in a long time, Alice was utterly still. For the first time in a long time, Alice felt this glimmer in her chest that resembled hope. Hope that this one feeling that she was investing all of her attention to was strong enough rescue the two of them. Alice loved Alex, and that was enough to solve their problems. She would cleave to this notion with every ounce of will she harbored. Abruptly, the woman shifted so she hovered above the wanted man. She took his face in both of her hands and leaned close so their lips met. Alice lingered with her lips brushing against his for the good portion of a minute. When she finally pulled away and let space slip between them, the mask that had guarded Alice for so long had crumbled. The fear of caring, of being cared for, ebbed away. The faint shadow of a smile resided in her lips. "I love you," Alice proclaimed boldly.

ah I was wondering where this thread went!

Nikki grumbled as she untangled herself from a collection of blankets. Exhaustion had followed her into the morning from the previous night. Though the bat DNA that she harbored didn't make her nocturnal, Nikki found herself wanting to be, longing to sleep another few hours into the day. With a residual longing for the inviting grasp of the blankets, the young woman dragged herself out of bed. Her vision was cloudy with sleep; combined with her poor eyesight, general grogginess, and an absent attention span, Nikki staggered right into her dresser. "D-mmit," she exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands in the air with frustration as she mourned over her stubbed toe. Heaving a sigh, Nikki felt her way to the door of her small room. The woman stumbled her way down the dark hall that led the way to the windowed section of the house. Nikki was evidently not a morning person: her dark hair was tousled messily atop her head, her webbed wings lazily drooping behind her, her sweat pants hung loose on her hips, her tank top was askew from sleep. Nikki mumbled a derogatory term about the morning under her breath.

so vampires, werewolves, magic, stuff like that sounds appealing? i'm good with doing a plot like that. i normally write semi-advanced btw.

ah, good to see. I've been super swamped so it's been hard for me to get responses out. but feel free to make it, we can always work it out if we have any thing we need to work out during the role play. I can play character A, I'll probably make them female if you don't mind.

"I don't think I'm going to suddenly find interest in women. Besides, I don't believe love in the workplace is a good idea." Valerie held her hands up innocently as words began to run off of the man's tongue. "I wasn't judging," she murmured in defense,"Though, I know there are good people on the streets, people that don't deserve to be there." The woman didn't voice the fact that there were also unkind people on the streets. She wasn't looking to start a long opinionated conversation with him. Valerie firmly believed in hard work. "How about you, Crow? No cute girls in the blacksmith industry?"

"That sounds like quite a prestigious title you got there, Crow," Valerie couldn't suppress the laugh that bubbled passed her lips. It sounded like the type of silly article that could be found in the magazine she worked for. "At least it's fitting," she shrugged. There was a pause before it seemed to dawn on the woman what she had said. A blush crept into her cheeks as she set her hands in her lap. Valerie hoped that Crow hadn't caught the words she uttered.

Valerie placed her elbow on the console and let out a sigh, resting her head in her hand. She gave a weak smile when he brushed off the compliment that had slipped past her lips. Nonetheless, a pink blanket still coated Valerie's cheeks. The woman cleared her throat,"Well, if you don't like articles like that, don't read our magazine," she mused. Valerie crossed her legs and anxiously bounced her foot. After all that talk about Crow despising the woman who admired him excessively, Valerie just had to let a comment like that slip.

Valerie laughed nervously as he wished loud that she didn't work for an entertainment magazine. The woman sheepishly glanced over at him,"It's your average magazine dedicated to women. Fashion tips, make-up tips, health tips, sex tips, decorating tips. We cover most everything," she explained with a shrug. "You better watch out, I'll come trampling in one day with a pen and paper begging to interview you," she shook her head at the humor, turning to look out the window. As he commented about her blush, Valerie shot him a frustrated glance but remained silent.

(Aw shucks! I'm flattered, and glad you liked it. I enjoyed writing it, this thread has always been right up my alley so it's normally easy to write for. Also, I've totally thought about being a creative writer, I'm actually taking a class for it this starting school year. I love writing, so I'm hoping the class is fun. I'm just so flattered you thought it was that great. Also, they were either just waking up for going to bed. I'm not sure. Either works.)

Alice placed a delicate hand against his chest. The contact made her feel stable, anchored and connected by the sensation of his skin under her fingertips."You're everything to me," she confessed in a low, breathless tone. It was as if she was so in awe of the man below her that he made it hard for her to gather a breath. "You're everything I've got. You're all I need," a smile danced exuberantly across her lips, flooding her eyes with a dangerous gleam of adoration. Alice had overdosed on the man she laid next to. Now, the woman didn't believe there was any rehab that could save her from her new addiction. He was intoxicating. The way he opened his eyes slowly after he pulled away from a kiss. The way he stroked the edge of her face when worry entered her eyes. The way his lips curved into a welcoming smile. The way his eyes glistened when he looked at her. Everything about him was rapidly pulling her into a hole that she could not crawl, dig, or climb her way out of. Alex had waded with Alice into an unknown ocean of love and trust and hope. She merely wished she was a strong enough swimmer to withstand the current. Alice let out a sheepish huff that resembled a nervous laugh,"That normal life we always talk about…", the woman shook her head as if the words she prepared to speak were unfathomable, even to her,"…well, I don't think it can compare to having you."

(No worries! It's not rusty at all! It's so cool to read your writing again. I get the frustrations of being on the phone btw, I always reply on my phone and it's hard sometimes.)