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- Look for groups
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- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
Harin was looking down at her phone, tapping out a text to her dad when suddenly... BAM! Something slammed into her, causing her to fall backwards hard. That was going to leave bruises everywhere for sure. She looked up and saw a motorcycle, some kid with dorky goggles over his helmet looking at her casually. "Ugh seriously!" She snapped at the weirdo. "Watch where you're going! You're lucky I'm strong! What would you have done if you'd hit a kid?" The asshole just kept staring at her silently through those dumb goggles, pissing her off even more than the physical injury had. "Hey aren't you going to apologize?! Are you ignoring me?!"
She was just about ready to get up and start beating this guy up, when he finally spoke. "You're the same as ever."
Excuse him? She didn't know who this guy was or what he was talking about. "WHAT?!"
He pulled off his helmet to reveal sandy hair and warm brown eyes and smiled at her. "Hey, Harin."
She blinked at him in confusion a bit, then she jumped up and grabbed him by the lapel. "Hey asshole. You want to die?"
The boy spluttered and held up his hands, as she was holding him a little too tight, so that the collar of his jacket was choking him a little. "H-Harin wait. Lemme just-"
She glared into his face. "Who do you think you're talking to, ah? What are you, a cat? You run into a tiger and you don't even apologize. You're asking for it aren't you?"
"Actually, Harin." He choked out, and suddenly Harin felt herself being pushed back by his Ignition. She let go and fell on her butt again, and when she looked up this time, a bigger insult was waiting for her than a careless cat on a motorcycle. The White Tiger stood protectively in front of the boy, staring her down, practically mocking her.
Harin went speechless, blood draining from her face, as her every worst fear was confirmed. She wasn't the White Tiger. She had failed her family. Instead this flaky-looking cat who she vaguely remembered as Ryun's friend had taken the role that she should have been born with. He reached out a hand to help her up, letting the Tiger fade again, but she slapped it away, gritting her teeth and looking down so the tears of shame wouldn't come to her eyes. "Don't touch me." She snapped, before pushing herself to her feet. Ahh, it was too early in the day for this. Just way too early. She turned to walk away but the boy called after her.
"Harin." She stopped but didn't turn. "I'm sorry."
Whipping around suddenly, she pointed a finger at him, though it wobbled with rage. "You shut up! And don't ever appear in front of me again!" She turned around again and stomped off angrily, refusing to cry. She didn't see him smile in the slightest expression of fondness, no intention of listening to her at all.
She was just about ready to get up and start beating this guy up, when he finally spoke. "You're the same as ever."
Excuse him? She didn't know who this guy was or what he was talking about. "WHAT?!"
He pulled off his helmet to reveal sandy hair and warm brown eyes and smiled at her. "Hey, Harin."
She blinked at him in confusion a bit, then she jumped up and grabbed him by the lapel. "Hey asshole. You want to die?"
The boy spluttered and held up his hands, as she was holding him a little too tight, so that the collar of his jacket was choking him a little. "H-Harin wait. Lemme just-"
She glared into his face. "Who do you think you're talking to, ah? What are you, a cat? You run into a tiger and you don't even apologize. You're asking for it aren't you?"
"Actually, Harin." He choked out, and suddenly Harin felt herself being pushed back by his Ignition. She let go and fell on her butt again, and when she looked up this time, a bigger insult was waiting for her than a careless cat on a motorcycle. The White Tiger stood protectively in front of the boy, staring her down, practically mocking her.
Harin went speechless, blood draining from her face, as her every worst fear was confirmed. She wasn't the White Tiger. She had failed her family. Instead this flaky-looking cat who she vaguely remembered as Ryun's friend had taken the role that she should have been born with. He reached out a hand to help her up, letting the Tiger fade again, but she slapped it away, gritting her teeth and looking down so the tears of shame wouldn't come to her eyes. "Don't touch me." She snapped, before pushing herself to her feet. Ahh, it was too early in the day for this. Just way too early. She turned to walk away but the boy called after her.
"Harin." She stopped but didn't turn. "I'm sorry."
Whipping around suddenly, she pointed a finger at him, though it wobbled with rage. "You shut up! And don't ever appear in front of me again!" She turned around again and stomped off angrily, refusing to cry. She didn't see him smile in the slightest expression of fondness, no intention of listening to her at all.