- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
In the shadow of a large building, a woman was leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest. Her dark eyes never wavered from the door of the building across the road, despite the stream of cars that passed in front of her. The words ‘Police Station’ marked the building, in large, steel-colored letters placed above the door.
Every time someone walked out the door of the precinct, the woman would study them up and down, before dropping her eyes again. It was clear that she was waiting for someone specific, but she didn’t seem impatient.
Time passed unknowingly, the woman an unexpected bastion of stillness and patience in the normal hustle and bustle that filled the city. She observed the people passing through the building one by one, until someone finally caught her attention. It seemed that the person she had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The woman straightened from the wall, fixing her dark grey jacket and tucking one highlighted lock of tiger’s eye hair behind her ear. When there was a break in the traffic she quickly jogged across the street, low-heeled shoes clicking on the asphalt with every step. Her purposeful, confident stride seemed to draw the attention of everyone in the area, although most glanced away after only a moment.
The moment the two made eye contact, the woman offered him a small smile and a greeting. “Jason Noxi.”
It was evident from her tone that it wasn’t a question.
“If you’d like answers for today,” the woman continued, voice light but filled with the trace of seriousness that proclaimed she wasn’t joking. “You should come with me.”
Every time someone walked out the door of the precinct, the woman would study them up and down, before dropping her eyes again. It was clear that she was waiting for someone specific, but she didn’t seem impatient.
Time passed unknowingly, the woman an unexpected bastion of stillness and patience in the normal hustle and bustle that filled the city. She observed the people passing through the building one by one, until someone finally caught her attention. It seemed that the person she had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The woman straightened from the wall, fixing her dark grey jacket and tucking one highlighted lock of tiger’s eye hair behind her ear. When there was a break in the traffic she quickly jogged across the street, low-heeled shoes clicking on the asphalt with every step. Her purposeful, confident stride seemed to draw the attention of everyone in the area, although most glanced away after only a moment.
The moment the two made eye contact, the woman offered him a small smile and a greeting. “Jason Noxi.”
It was evident from her tone that it wasn’t a question.
“If you’d like answers for today,” the woman continued, voice light but filled with the trace of seriousness that proclaimed she wasn’t joking. “You should come with me.”