- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Shounen-ai and Shoujo-ai, Psychological, Steampunk and... well, I'm actually up for most kinds of role plays.
By the Bleachers
Cat>Kain
"Well, well sadly i see nothing of apples, and Ill have to remember not to claim you though it IS... tempting. I suppose instead Ill just have to settle for one of your games. I am curious now."
Cat grinned impishly. "Monsieur, for your information one should never underestimate the power of apples," she said in a mysterious voice, heading over to the apple tree. Her movements were light and graceful, almost making it seem like she was floating across the ground, even if she was evidently walking. This was a rather stark contrast to her rough skipping from just moments ago. Reaching up her gloved hand, she grabbed hold of one of one of the lower branches and tugged at it until an apple finally plummeted down, landing in the grass with a soft thud. She got on her knees and picked it up with her free hand, using her left hand to quickly carve a grotesque face onto the surface of the apple. Then she turned it in her palm to display it to Kain.
"See, Mr. Squeaky? Now the apple has been possessed by an evil spirit, and if you anger it he's gonna cut you up in the most painful way he can think of..." she purred, gazing up at him a sinister smile.
"After, though if I am not torn to ribbons, or some whimpering puppy then I have an offer for you, Somewhere that I think you might like, a scene that you might be able to enjoy, and ideas you may appreciate. A group that I know of will be meeting at an abandoned farm house later tonight, its going to be a party.. a fucking... rave.. I think that is a Mysterious little Raven were to find her way there.. then well... It would be that much better."
The ebony haired girl carefully placed down her small piece of art before getting up again, stretching and yawning. Then she gazed at him seriously. "It's not punishment if you enjoy it," Cat gazed at him pointedly, folding her arms over her chest before considering his offer. A rave? Damn, that sounds like it could be a one heck of a time killer, at least for a while. Why not? her expression once more split into a grin. "Count me in, Mr. Squeaky!" she cheered, giving a thumbs up to demonstrate her opinion of his offer.
"I could give a shit less about the thing, but I figure in case I die under your punishment then, you may need this to call me, otherwise just return it to me at the party."
She blinked as a phone was placed in her hands, too mesmerized by the fact that he had given it to her to notice that he was taking off his shirt. Then she frowned. "A phone?" she asked, her voice suddenly so much gentler. "I don't like phones, because they restrict one's freedom...s'ppose I'll keep it for now, though..." pouting slightly, she slipped it into her small handbag, turning her attention back to him.
Her purplish gray eyes went wide and she stepped a few inches closer to him, leaning over so that she could take a better look at the tattoos. Then she lifted her pale fingers, gently tracing them along the tattoos as she studied them in awe. "Preeeeeeeetty..." she breathed, on a whim moving even closer to him, sticking out her tongue to let it slide over the Jesus inspired tattoo. She frowned slightly. "Taste's a little salty," she stated thoughtfully before straightening up again. "Pretty nonetheless!" Cat smiled.
"Well then, I would guess we need to go somewhere to get this out of the way so lead the way Little Raven; and Mr Squeaky.. will follow."
Wordlessly Cat locked her slender fingers around his wrist, smiling brightly as she started skipping off in some direction, pulling him with her. "Name somewhere quiet and secluded where no one is likely to find us~"