- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Romance, Modern, Fantasy, Adventure, Action, Supernatural
((One x One for Saren of the Dark Path & Jealous))
Makoto brushed her fingers through her hair as she stared up at the building before her. It wasn't much - nothing like home. But it was her own place. And with so many windows staring back, she assumed that the place would be rather busy. She would surely run into a lot more people here than at home. There was also the matter that school would be starting soon, and she'd be busy trying to pass her classes.
But she was looking forward to seeing what would happen this year. She was far away from home - far away from people who had watched her grow up. Far away from anyone who would know her true identity. She had always been more masculine than she had feminine. Which is why she found it easy to play this game. She looked like your average man - which meant she was privelage to seeing a world that most women did not.
"Thanks," Makoto spoke as her bags were set down beside her. "Tell mom and dad that I'll be fine."
"Of course, Ma'am," the old man nodded before he climbed back into the slick car.
With a smile on her face, Makoto grabbed her belongings and began the trek up to her apartment. There was a bounce in her step as she walked, ready to see what the future held.
Makoto brushed her fingers through her hair as she stared up at the building before her. It wasn't much - nothing like home. But it was her own place. And with so many windows staring back, she assumed that the place would be rather busy. She would surely run into a lot more people here than at home. There was also the matter that school would be starting soon, and she'd be busy trying to pass her classes.
But she was looking forward to seeing what would happen this year. She was far away from home - far away from people who had watched her grow up. Far away from anyone who would know her true identity. She had always been more masculine than she had feminine. Which is why she found it easy to play this game. She looked like your average man - which meant she was privelage to seeing a world that most women did not.
"Thanks," Makoto spoke as her bags were set down beside her. "Tell mom and dad that I'll be fine."
"Of course, Ma'am," the old man nodded before he climbed back into the slick car.
With a smile on her face, Makoto grabbed her belongings and began the trek up to her apartment. There was a bounce in her step as she walked, ready to see what the future held.