- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- During the week for the most part, weekends I am unavailable to make replies but I'm still around for random chatting!
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- I play mostly modern, fantasy, medieval genres. Maybe sometimes modern with a splash of supernatural elements (vampires and warlocks, witches and werewolves, oh my!)
Deryck gave Tristan an appreciative nod. He watched as the younger fellow closed and took the briefcase. He wasn't worried, honestly. He knew he would get paid. Placing a hand on the back of the older man, he gave a smirk. "Well, let us close this deal up and I can be out of your hair and let you two get back to your work, sound good?"
He followed Felix down the stairs, watching as Tristan disappeared to the basement to do... well, whatever curators did. He wasn't one to know the ins and outs of museums and their workings. Brushing it off, he turned his attention back to Felix, following him wherever they needed to be.
Meanwhile, Nat had taken to locking herself away in her apartment, a laptop opened on her knees, the light shining in her face, the only source of light in the room. She was "stalking" so to speak her friends on social media. Nothing. No word or even a stray hint of worry for her. She sighed heavily, slamming it shut before walking over to the large window that over looked the city. She stared off just down the road, the general direction of the cafe.
Meeting Tristan had been the most she ever talked to anyone since this happened to her, and where she felt anger, a small spark of hope flickered. He had been nice to her, but then again he had no idea the real person he was talking to. She was sure if he did, he'd fear her like everyone else. And she was too scared to tell the truth, what would he think of her then? She pressed her head against the cool glass, a tear of frustration rolling down her face. How could she keep living like this? It had only been a few weeks, and already it was driving her crazy.
He followed Felix down the stairs, watching as Tristan disappeared to the basement to do... well, whatever curators did. He wasn't one to know the ins and outs of museums and their workings. Brushing it off, he turned his attention back to Felix, following him wherever they needed to be.
Meanwhile, Nat had taken to locking herself away in her apartment, a laptop opened on her knees, the light shining in her face, the only source of light in the room. She was "stalking" so to speak her friends on social media. Nothing. No word or even a stray hint of worry for her. She sighed heavily, slamming it shut before walking over to the large window that over looked the city. She stared off just down the road, the general direction of the cafe.
Meeting Tristan had been the most she ever talked to anyone since this happened to her, and where she felt anger, a small spark of hope flickered. He had been nice to her, but then again he had no idea the real person he was talking to. She was sure if he did, he'd fear her like everyone else. And she was too scared to tell the truth, what would he think of her then? She pressed her head against the cool glass, a tear of frustration rolling down her face. How could she keep living like this? It had only been a few weeks, and already it was driving her crazy.