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Feel free to join or start your own RP's or conversations and add your own comments, as long as they are not offensive. For people who have been trusted with my password, there is also the Conversation Page for you.
Have fun,
My friends have caused me to make some rules:
1. I don't mind Showenei (sp) but nothing more than this please.
2. Actually no more than that for either gender, whatever the sexuality.
3. You can suggest at most things
4. And if you give me cause to delete your roleplay i will, but I would rather you just obeyed the rules and everyone was happy.
5. Nothing Racist or anything like that. I'll probably ban you.
Astralise x. Astralise's forum. - ...In which our OCs are locked in an empty room together. A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | Terry's eyes snapped up from his book.
He was now worried.
"I'll go and look for him. He's been gone quite a while. And he does not know his way around yet."
And with that, he was out of the door, poetry book on the floor.
He rounded the corner of Milway Avenue at a pace which - to the untrained eye - seemed steady, but in reality was frantic. He hurriedly crossed through George Street. By Crossways Lane, he had dropped all sense of decorum, and broken out into a run.
"Blake," he sighed with relief as he slowed and walked up West Alley Road, and up to the young man, "you are saf-..."
He had noticed the bleeding cut on the young man's hand. | | | | sana
(2611 posts so far) | | "That's nothing, Terry. I'm fine. I told you I would be. I just got a bit...lost, that's all." | | | | A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | Terry let out a sigh of relief and - anyone else be damned - swept the young man into a hug.
"I am glad you are safe."
He pulled away, a sheepish grin on his face.
"I will admit, I was a little worried." | | | | sana
(2611 posts so far) | | "So I see." laughed Blake. | | | | A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | Terry smiled once more, then rooted around in his pocket for something.
He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish.
Ever so gently, he tied it around the cut on Blake's palm like a makeshift bandage, lifted the injured appendage to his lips and pressed the lightest of kisses against it, before releasing his feather-like grip on the boy's arm. |
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