~Happily.Ever.After~
Socially Awkward Penguin
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- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- late. [well... most of my partners seem to think so anyways] ... it varys, best to just check with me ^_^
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Slice of Life is my favorites, but I also love fandom based* and country based rps. I'm open to trying most things, but there are a couple that I won't do.
*I'm not interested in fandoms I don't know and I am not interested in playing canon characters. I only play OCs.
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The two 'new kids' slumped onto the bleachers chatting and raking their gazes over their targets. Ky new they would pull through... after all, they both cared about Camilla, even if she terrified them a bit sometimes. Just as Kyle was about to open his mouth to suggest that maybe they could enchant princey boy to fall in love with Camilla so she could get her castle, the man himself came upon them. Catching his breath in his throat as Mike elbowed him as nonchalantly as possible in the chest just as Kyle was about to spit out a sarcastic reply, the shorter male inhaled through his nose and straightened up slightly, quickly shooting daggers at his friend "passing, great idea" he mumbled half audibly. Once they were alone again Ky raised his fist and socked Mikael in the shoulder, throwing the young man off balance from where he was slumping into the dip between bleachers rows ... not that it would look too out of place since he was pretty slumped down already.
When the coach called time for drills again, Kyle let out a half irritated sigh as they were pointedly instructed to separate. Sure, they bickered like an old married couple sometimes, but they were friends ... and they didn't have to pretend to be good guys with each other. Kyle didn't even have to look around for an open prince to partner with, before you could say 'Hades' Prince Aiden was asking to partner up. Half-shrugging the senior gave a nod "sure, but watch yourself. I'm not much for rules or playing easy" he grumbled, following his new practice partner back onto the field. At least he could bring up the idea of a fake friendship to Mila later. It would be easy as making a poisoned apple since they roomed together.[/bg]
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"Sure, we'll work on that. uh... Thanks" Mike said, the polite word just feeling strange as it staggered off his tongue. It was pretty clear to see that neither he or Ky would be candidates for an outstanding citizens award anytime soon. As soon as the prince left, Mikey found himself slumping in-between the bleachers. "What was that for" he hissed, rotating his right shoulder a few times before wiggling up and sitting back on the metal surface.
Groaning inwardly as the coach literally split them up, the taller male stood and looked around, trying his hardest to look as careless as possible ... not that it was hard since the prospect of having to partner with some hoity-toity royal didn't sit well with him anyway. "Looks like it's us" the young man said, approaching the brunette Aiden had been talking to a few moments earlier. He kind of looked similar to one of the cheeky princess he had met earlier, but already he couldn't recall their names. Trying to hide his evilly sneer when the stuck-up male scoffed at the idea but couldn't protest once he saw everyone else was partnered, Mike folded his arms and waited impatently for their coach to finish the instructions. He could be wrong, but the olive-skinned sea-villain felt like the man was only going so in-depth bout what to do and what not to do for the sake of Kyle and himself.[/bg]
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"I can agree with that" Aery nodded at Camilla's statement about sewing and designing. She knew from experience just how different they were. Where Aerlyn had seemed to also inherit her mother's ability for painting and drawing, she couldn't bake or sew to save her life. She gave her friend a playful nudge at the joke, but knew it was all in good fun.
When Clara brought up shopping, well fabric shopping ... but still shopping, Aerlyn gave her best friend a soft, sympathetic look... neither of them was great at speaking. Aerlyn rambled far too much, and her friend stumbled over herself... they were kind of opposite problems, but if you smushed the two together you'd probably get the perfect, storybook princess. "Yeah, and I'm sure I could convince Maximus II or Pascal to help us. The old chameleon still loves to impress with his changing colors... even if he is a little more dull now.[/bg]
Tourney
was, well, actually really fun... and it took Kyle more than by surprise. Sure, it had too many rules (not that that was a hard standard to break ... even just one rule was too much usually), but besides that it actually seemed like something interesting and not completely lame that the goody-goodies of Auradon had invented. "Yo, how'd you do that trick Mike. I gotta repurpose that for --- ...uhm...something that would really benefit the team?" Kyle started, pausing half way through as his brain rattled to find something the few eyes and likely even more ears settled on him. Being around all these preps mad his skin crawl, and not in the good way that a son of the underworld ruler might expect and feel comfortable with.The two 'new kids' slumped onto the bleachers chatting and raking their gazes over their targets. Ky new they would pull through... after all, they both cared about Camilla, even if she terrified them a bit sometimes. Just as Kyle was about to open his mouth to suggest that maybe they could enchant princey boy to fall in love with Camilla so she could get her castle, the man himself came upon them. Catching his breath in his throat as Mike elbowed him as nonchalantly as possible in the chest just as Kyle was about to spit out a sarcastic reply, the shorter male inhaled through his nose and straightened up slightly, quickly shooting daggers at his friend "passing, great idea" he mumbled half audibly. Once they were alone again Ky raised his fist and socked Mikael in the shoulder, throwing the young man off balance from where he was slumping into the dip between bleachers rows ... not that it would look too out of place since he was pretty slumped down already.
When the coach called time for drills again, Kyle let out a half irritated sigh as they were pointedly instructed to separate. Sure, they bickered like an old married couple sometimes, but they were friends ... and they didn't have to pretend to be good guys with each other. Kyle didn't even have to look around for an open prince to partner with, before you could say 'Hades' Prince Aiden was asking to partner up. Half-shrugging the senior gave a nod "sure, but watch yourself. I'm not much for rules or playing easy" he grumbled, following his new practice partner back onto the field. At least he could bring up the idea of a fake friendship to Mila later. It would be easy as making a poisoned apple since they roomed together.[/bg]
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Raising
an eyebrow as his friend awkwardly changed what he was about to say, the eleventh year didn't comment, just moved his attention to a couple of nosy teammates who started to look in their direction a bit too much, narrowing his eyes at them in a glare. Neither himself or Kyle actually knew who everyone was yet. He remembered seeing something about seven players or something when he briefly gazed over the first page of the rule book... though there were definitely more than seven people around. Besides knowing Aiden and Tadakki [and obviously Kyle], neither of the villain offspring had much of a clue as who was who... though he had caught the coach tossing out a few names."Sure, we'll work on that. uh... Thanks" Mike said, the polite word just feeling strange as it staggered off his tongue. It was pretty clear to see that neither he or Ky would be candidates for an outstanding citizens award anytime soon. As soon as the prince left, Mikey found himself slumping in-between the bleachers. "What was that for" he hissed, rotating his right shoulder a few times before wiggling up and sitting back on the metal surface.
Groaning inwardly as the coach literally split them up, the taller male stood and looked around, trying his hardest to look as careless as possible ... not that it was hard since the prospect of having to partner with some hoity-toity royal didn't sit well with him anyway. "Looks like it's us" the young man said, approaching the brunette Aiden had been talking to a few moments earlier. He kind of looked similar to one of the cheeky princess he had met earlier, but already he couldn't recall their names. Trying to hide his evilly sneer when the stuck-up male scoffed at the idea but couldn't protest once he saw everyone else was partnered, Mike folded his arms and waited impatently for their coach to finish the instructions. He could be wrong, but the olive-skinned sea-villain felt like the man was only going so in-depth bout what to do and what not to do for the sake of Kyle and himself.[/bg]
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Pursing
her lips together in a slight pouty formation for a moment, Aerly realized she was mindlessly playing with her hair again ... she really needed to break that habit. Pushing the long locks back behind her shoulders again, Aerlyn gave a little shrug but didn't actually open her mouth to answer the new girl. In truth, the youngest Fitzherbert had never actually tried to use her hair to heal anything... and with how often she got sick herself she highly doubted it was magical... but then again, it was strange to have been born with the golden hair when both her parents and maternal grandparents were brunette."I can agree with that" Aery nodded at Camilla's statement about sewing and designing. She knew from experience just how different they were. Where Aerlyn had seemed to also inherit her mother's ability for painting and drawing, she couldn't bake or sew to save her life. She gave her friend a playful nudge at the joke, but knew it was all in good fun.
When Clara brought up shopping, well fabric shopping ... but still shopping, Aerlyn gave her best friend a soft, sympathetic look... neither of them was great at speaking. Aerlyn rambled far too much, and her friend stumbled over herself... they were kind of opposite problems, but if you smushed the two together you'd probably get the perfect, storybook princess. "Yeah, and I'm sure I could convince Maximus II or Pascal to help us. The old chameleon still loves to impress with his changing colors... even if he is a little more dull now.[/bg]
