The Frozen Lark

OOC: Guess who’s back? That’s right me, I’ll be posting replies tonight(once I get home) as I already have several written. I think the hiatus was very good for me and my three characters. Now I’m back and ready to role-play again(Don’t worry I have all the replies I owe in drafts if I miss you when I finished posting all replies in the next two or three days then you can yell at me. (I like to be yelled at when I forget things, only way I’ll learn.)

If you would like to RP with this account, jacky-and-sparks, or the-quiet-painter, hit me up on the respective account. Or post an open starter(I look through my dashboard everyday to see all the new posts so I rarely miss a starter, but if you want to send a link feel free.) If you don’t let me know you want to RP, I am shy so longing looks will be the only thing you’ll probably get.

Also, I’m resuming my photoshopping fun, so if you would like an audio diary feel free to ask, I like making them, though it helps if you give me a useable picture(just a headshot with a plain background.) It’ll be done faster that way. Or if you want something special(*points to my previous edits*)I also might do one for you if you ask nicely.

Anyway thank you for reading this, I will stop clogging your dash with OOC posts now and return to my regularly scheduled rping.

OOC: So I apologize to all those I owe on my three accounts but my summer semester has just started and it is already keeping me busy. So posts will be soon but probably still slower than I usually am, so very slow. However if I am not currently RPing with you on one of my accounts and you want to, I still accept starters and I’ll just add them to the list. This has been a public service announcement, hope everyone is doing well.

the-voiceless-songbird:

‘This must be Lark I heard so much about,’ Augustine thought, nodding as he looked up at the club sign. Usually it was a bright cerulean beacon beckoning for travelers and patrons to come inside and enjoy themselves, the Birds of Paradise club sign had remained unlit for the past few days. August figured it was an electrical problem, the source of which still eluded him.

“That would be correct,” he wrote, returning the smile. “I’m Augustine Black, owner of the Birds of Paradise. And who might you be miss?”

Katherine smiled reading his writing quickly, glad she had the right place, and the right person, quite a stroke of luck.

“Good, so I have the correct place, you must be the one who sent me this,” Katherine holding the letter out before folding it in half and tucking it away in her pocket. “I have to admit it surprised me.”

“I’m Katherine,” she held out one pale blue hand politely tilting her head slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I understand you might have a possible job to offer me?”

hector-goddamn-rodriguez:

Finally, Hector wrapped his hand around a lone water bottle laying on its side under the counter. Praising god, he handed it over to the party guest with an impatient shove of his arm.

“Here.”

Satisfied with his own efforts, Hector hopped back over the counter top and snatched up his mask. Intending to return to Cohen’s pathetic excuse for a party, he straightened out his button-down and adjusted his tie. But, as he moved to place the mask back on,  he was surprised to vaguely recognize the face he was met with.

“Wait. Don’t I….know you?”

The disciple narrowed his eyes a bit, looking her up and down. The face was familiar, but he couldn’t for the life of him place a name. Nor a place, really, where they might’ve met. But her features- the long, brown hair, the big, dark eyes- rang a bell. A very faint bell.

Maybe she had some idea.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we dollface?” 

Katherine took the bottle barely glancing at him. His impatience stung slightly, it wasn’t like this was entirely her fault, he crashed into her not the other way around. She didn’t mean to cause any sort of trouble for him. Still she held her tongue as she had been taught taking her slight frustration out on her dress instead. The water seemed to help and it seemed that it would be salvageable once it dried.

When she had done all she could for the dress she set the towels onto the counter with the bottle. Hopefully when the dress dried it wouldn’t be stained, and she could wear it again. Picking up her mask she started to replace it when he addressed her. She glanced up to be met by a familiar face, though took her a moment to place where she knew him from. 

“Yes we have, forgotten me have you?”

Her tone was polite, after all she wasn’t surprised he didn’t remember, she never thought of herself as particularly memorable.It was perfectly natural that he wouldn’t remember her.

rapturessweetheart:

Pockets took her hand gently, the other hovering over her hip.

“Er, may I?”

When he received the okay, he smiled at her. “Don’t worry, dear. If you’ve got a partner who can lead…you hardly need to do anything at all.”

With a gently smile, he stepped in time with the music, pushing against her hand lightly, leading her in a slow, graceful dance. Even though she was a bit taller than he was, it wasn’t too much of a problem.

The little splicer smiled at her kindly as they danced, gently stepping and twirling to the music.

“Hm. You’re not too bad, Ms…Katherine, wasn’t it?” Pockets was embarrassed. True, he had never really been good with names, but, his heavy ADAM useage over the years was making it much worse.

Katherine nodded giving her permission and placing a pale blue hand on his shoulder. After all it would be rather difficult to dance if she didn’t allow it.

“If you say so,” she said as she began stepping in time with him, glad it was a slow dance. At first her steps were hesitant and she constantly glanced down at her feet, but he was so good at leading she quickly relaxed simply following his lead. She smiled starting to enjoy herself, it had been a while since she had danced with someone who actually knew how to lead.

“That’s right,” she didn’t mind that he had forgotten, her mind wasn’t so good at retaining information anymore either. “And thank you, but I only seem good because you’re such a good lead,” she added looking down and away. She never could accept compliments well, she never thought she was worthy of them.

(via mother---goose)