The Shimmering Starfish

[Wind Hime Princess]

show spoilerhide spoiler

mewkledreamy

❀KALISTIA LE❀

"No matter what happens, I'll live happily until the end."

The ongoing announcement of a new event that was happened had really caught her attention, so she had come to the event location out of curiousity. For the occasion, she had chosen a dress that was still comfortable to wear while remained suitable to the atmosphere. She had also tried to braid her hair up more neatly to avoid anyone stepping on it, guessing at the abundant amount of people who would appear, but the hair length still managed to sweep the floor, obviously catching occasional attention. That was not mention her clumsy attempt to make the braid more fancy and she ended up covering fail spots with flowers to divert focus.

Sighing when remembering about it, she looked down at her own ID, glad that the age was in the correct range to join the event. While she had not remembered her current correct age, she was certain it was more than 20, so the end result on her ID was 22. There was quinting from the bouncer that made her sweat for a moment before she was allowed in. Breathing out a sigh in relief, she smiled at the bouncer in gratitude before pushing the door to go inside. The place was bright and cheerful, contrast with the Neon Lights that she had visited, surprising her a little, but she decided that she would prefer to go to this place. Though, she felt that she would not drink much.

Stopping at a table to get her name tag, she paused in her writing when she spot a smaller tab labeled "Species" that was rather curious. She was unsure what to write for it, so she left it blank before patting the name tag on the left side above her chest.

After some minutes checking out the scene, she was spot nursing a drink in her hand, occasionally chatting with the bartender but mostly people watching. That, and she was still not have the courage to walk up and talk to someone new. Nonetheless, watching others talk and act around her was entertaining.

Profile
Money: $788.5
Mood: Curious
Clothing: Comfortable for event Flower braid
OOC:

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝Yσu'vє lσѕt ѕσmєσnє αnd it hurtѕ. Yσu mαy hαvє lσѕt thєm ѕuddєnly, unєхpєctєdly. Or pєrhαpѕ yσu bєgαn lσѕing piєcєѕ σf thєm until σnє dαy, thєrє wαѕ nσthing lєft. Yσu mαy hαvє knσwn thєm αll yσur lifє σr yσu mαy hαvє bαrєly knσwn thєm αt αll.❞
╔═════════════════════════════════════╗






Megara had never had any trouble making friends, despite her isolated and sheltered upbringing. Most people seemed to find her innate shyness and awkwardness to be endearing, and had told her that she appealed to their protective sides. Her only issue with past relationships with others was that her trusting nature often attracted the wrong sort of people, those who used and manipulated her, taking advantage of her compassion and sweetness. But still, she liked to see the good in everyone, chose to forgive them, much to the chagrin and frustration of those closest to her. Today seemed to be no exception. Faced with a man whose very presence had her wanting to keep her distance, here she was ignoring those urges and trying to befriend him. Upon closer inspection, Meg found that he wasn’t that scary at all. His gaze met hers and she found that he had the most beautiful hazel eyes she had seen-
in some lights they almost appeared to contain honeyed gold. His hair was unusually long for a man his age and rather unkempt, but the look wasn’t unecessarily unbecoming. It was more likely that he was confident in himself enough to not care what others thought of him or his sense of style, a trait she envied a little. His face was just starting to show visible signs of ageing, but she couldn’t believe him to be that much older than her. Perhaps forty at the most? Well even so, she found comfort in knowing that he was older, a similar sort of comfort she had once found in her late husband.. She absently brushed some of her hair away from her face, fingers sliding through the silky chocolate locks to sweep them behind her ears. ”Hey, sweetheart.” A simple greeting that had her blushing once more at the sheer familiarity of it. She hoped he didn’t go around greeting everyone in such a manner, for surely it would lead to some misunderstandings. Or maybe it was just her? After all, there was a sort of purity in her naivety. He smiled then and she couldn’t help but stare. Why was he smiling? Had she said something funny? Perhaps he was being friendly? He did seem rather nice after all, as he hadn’t dismissed or ignored her immediately. That was a good sign. He answered her cursory question with a single word, but she nodded in understanding. It had been a little like that for her too. Slow. Before she could respond accordingly, however, he invited her to take a seat and so she did, setting her drink and purse down in front of her so she could nudge her chair a little closer to his before seating herself and finally taking a sip. With all the music, it would be hard to hold a proper conversation if they were too far away. She smiled at him distractedly, taking another deep sip of her drink, allowing the surprisingly sweet and summery flavours to wash over her tongue. Yummy! This might just be her new favourite drink. Maybe she should look up how to make some at home? She could offer it to her guests, should she ever have any which seemed unlikely at this point.

“Is it that obvious? I.. don’t really get out much, well I do, but not usually to places.. like this?”

She turned in her chair a little to face him, chastising herself for her previous opinion of him. One really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, as she should know. Sometimes it’s the ones you least expect who can hurt you the most. The brunette’s wandering gaze fell upon his drink and the hand the held it. It was.. a prosthetic? She had once met with a doctor who specialised in those. She hadn’t liked him very much though, he’d had a huge ego and had been a bit of a sexist. Meg lifted her gaze to once more settle on his face, hoping not to forget it. She liked to remember those who had shown her kindness, even if it was just to listen to her talk.

“My name is Megara, by the way. But you can call me Meg.. Do you often go to gatherings like this?”








╚═════════════════════════════════════╝


XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [(enter) Shimmering Starfish]
❣ COMPANY → [A few]
❣ FEELING → [Sociable, shy]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Something simple]
❣ OOC → [...]



❝You cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.❞



yo punny nut

 

[fuestray]

____________________


It was pretty convenient that Cayden ended up moving here right before a summer festival. Especially what was basically a singles' meet up with that'll give ya a free drink if ya go. Sounds like a good time to him! He decided not to wear anything particularly special since he honestly doubted he would find anyone significant. Might as well try his luck, though, right? There was a smile on his face when he saw a line at the door, there's definitely a few cute people in there. He just has to get to them first! He showed the bouncer his ID, though, it seemed like he didn't have to, considering he just let him in without pause. Come on, he's definitely over 21!

He grabbed a name tag, signed his name and wrote "Wolf boy" on the species tab, and considered himself ready to mingle! Not without his free drink first, though! He asked the bartender for a Shark Attack, noticing a cute one, but she was farther down and serving someone else, so he wouldn't bother her. However, he noticed another rather cute woman sitting by herself at the bar. A shy one. Definitely his type. After he grabbed his drink, he sat a seat away from the black-haired girl, keeping his distance in case she got nervous. "I'll guess not much of a socialite?" He took a sip of his drink and played with the little shark toy that came with it, and read her name tag after. Kalista, huh? That's quite a pretty name. "I'd think it'd be pretty hard for a cute one like yourself to go unnoticed, though." Nothing wrong with starting with some innocent flirting!


____________________

» with ❝ Kalista ❞

» outfit ❝ drinking time ❞

» status ❝ lookin' for cuties ❞

» monies ❝ $1000 ❞


show spoilerhide spoiler
Wind Hime Princess

 

[Wind Hime Princess]

❀KALISTIA LE❀

"No matter what happens, I'll live happily until the end."

Dangling her feet a little and humming a little tune to herself, she had remained comfortable in her quest of people watching. That also meant that she would notice someone coming by or coming closer. However, usually they just passed by or had different targets, so in the end it didn't really affect her. That was until a friendly voice sounded near that she jolted in surprise in her seat and looked to the side.

Eyes blinking in confusion and darted around to see if he was talking to someone else, she found that there was no one nearby and then smiled at him, her head nodding in greeting. "Ah, well, everyone around seems to have someone to talk to already, I didn't want to intrude." Which was true in some part of the area around her consisted of people who seemed to know each other or came in groups and pairs.

"Is that so? Thank you nonetheless." His next sentence surprised her a little and she laughed softly, cheeks blushing at the compliment. She tried to hide her redness at behind the drink she was holding by taking a sip at the drink. Eyes darting subtly to examine the person in front of her. Golden hair, blue eyes and especially handsome; she felt that he would be someone very cheerful and easy to talk to with the comfortable feeling she got when he approached. "I think you wouldn't go unnoticed too. You're also very cu-charming." She offered a return compliment earnestly.

Chuckling sheepishly to divert attention to her slipups, she gave him another nod and introduce herself. "I'm Kalistia, nice to meet you."

Profile
Money: $788.5
Mood: Flattered
Clothing: Comfortable for event Flower braid
OOC:

show spoilerhide spoiler

mewkledreamy

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝Yσu'vє lσѕt ѕσmєσnє αnd it hurtѕ. Yσu mαy hαvє lσѕt thєm ѕuddєnly, unєхpєctєdly. Or pєrhαpѕ yσu bєgαn lσѕing piєcєѕ σf thєm until σnє dαy, thєrє wαѕ nσthing lєft. Yσu mαy hαvє knσwn thєm αll yσur lifє σr yσu mαy hαvє bαrєly knσwn thєm αt αll.❞
╔═════════════════════════════════════╗






In the act of nudging her chair closer to his, Megara happened to glance up through her thick lashes and caught him watching her with what seemed to be an expression of faint surprise. Was her innocent interest in him really that puzzling? She was just being friendly.. or maybe he thought she was a bother? Maybe he hadn’t wanted her to approach him? A flicker of uncertainty crossed her pale features and she took a slow, contemplative sip from her drink, leaving a small translucent smear of the clear gloss that kept her lips lush and soft. All too clearly could she recall times in the past when people she’d considered close friends had accused her of being a burden, of being a bore. They’d claimed that speaking to her was oft times a chore, had confessed to purposely avoiding her because of it. Such comments had always rendered her mute for days, had left her in tears. She used to take up the most ridiculous hobbies and study the oddest of things, just so she’d have something interesting to say and she wouldn’t be such a bother. Not that it had ever worked. Her late husband had once sat her down and explained that sometimes people were simply cruel without reason, that she wasn’t to blame for their spitefulness and that the only opinions she need concern herself with were her own. He had helped her grow into the woman she was today, and she owed him everything.

A quiet, smoky laugh distracted her and she returned her glass to the benchtop before her, settling it on the napkin it had arrived on. Her cheeks puffed slightly with indignation as a slight huff escaped her lips. Why did everyone she meet laugh at her? Was she really that amusing? That couldn’t be it. She hadn’t told any jokes yet! Then why was he laughing? Before she could question his sudden bout of laughter at her expense, he spoke. His explanation had her pausing in place, lips parted with a faint surprise of her own. He’d thought she seemed a little uncomfortable. That was all. So she didn’t seem so out of place, after all. Unlike her previous experiences at Neon Lights. He really was a kind man.

“I guess I am, a bit. But I feel a little better now. Thanks for keeping me company.”

She admitted softly, offering him a small smile that was just enough to allow a gleam of white from the teeth below and a slight dimple of her cheek. On her way here, she’d grown anxious and regretted leaving the house. She’d managed to convince herself that she’d have a horrible time as she didn’t know anyone attending the social event. But now.. She felt a little better. She was sure she’d have a good time if she allowed herself. Caught by surprise with his blunt response to her questioning glance as his prosthetic arm, Meg started and looked from his arm to his face and back again, slow to comprehend his meaning.
“Really? That’s horrible! I had a dog steal my shoe on-...” Understanding dawned and mild shock registered on her features, once more tainting them a soft blossom pink. “Y-You were joking..! ..Right?” She ducked her head with embarrassment, thinking about his comment and unable to help a soft chuckle at the image it brought to mind.

Lovely he’d called her. The word was one she seemed overly familiar with. Lovely. Not pretty, not beautiful. Just lovely. She’d always had mixed feeling about the word, sometimes growing sick of the label but other times appreciating it. Today, she accepted it. For once, it filled her with a feeling of warmth, rather then a sense of condemnation. “Caius.” She repeated slowly, committing the name to memory. “Latin in origin and meaning rejoice..” she mused, unable to determine quite where that little bundle of information had emanated from. Not that the source of her fun facts ever mattered. She brushed it off after a few moments thought and returned to her drink. She’d have to order something else off the menu, be a little adventurous. His hand was extended towards hers and she shook it, taking note of the gold band around what was typically dubbed the ‘ring’ finger, even if it was technically on the wrong hand. He was married.

”I do. But I wouldn’t have come if I’d known there was an event.” ”Now what brings you here?”

The widow lifted a slender shoulder and let it fall in a short shrug. She didn’t know how to best explain her reasons for being there. Had it been just a spur of the moment decision or had she come with a plan and determination to meet people? Probably a bit of both. “I don’t get out much, so I thought I’d try something new.. maybe make a friend or two?” She replied simply before downing the rest of her drink and hesitating a moment before ordering another. This time a Pina Colada. The name sounded nice enough, so hopefully it would taste as good as the last, though this drink was alcoholic. Hopefully the content wasn’t too strong. Now, to let curiosity kill the cat..

“What’s her name?”

She asked softly with a small nod towards his right hand and the ring that circled the wrong finger. Her hand closed protectively around her own wedding band, allowing the pretty stone to dig into her palm. It made her happy to see married couples, or to hear stories about them. Her favourite were the old couples, the ones who had met young and remained together ever since. She often wondered what it would have been like if she’d had that chance with her own husband.








╚═════════════════════════════════════╝


XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [Shimmering Starfish]
❣ COMPANY → [Caius 🌸]
❣ FEELING → [Flustered, curious]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Something simple]
❣ OOC → [...]



❝You cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.❞



yo punny nut

 

[Genkawolf]

╔══════════════╗

Patrick kept to himself after passing the ID check at the entrance. Wasn't really aware that something was going on here because he doesn't pay any attention to town events after the last one. Although he will go along with it in his own way and pace. Sat away from other people then ordered lava flow which was his free drink, water, fried pickles, and lavender lemonade. Double checked that his name tag was straight on his jacket and checked on his sleeping kitten who was on his lap before taking a sip water. Planned to stay around long enough to finish what he had ordered.

╚══════════════╝

『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: The Shimmering Starfish.sᏆᎪᏆus: Single.mᎾᎾᎠ:winding down some.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $573.10. ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:his sleeping kitten, Hiro. 』

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ωhere Starfish l ωith Alone l мood Confused l Outfit Drinking Event

Taking a sip of his free drink, Lysander grimaced slightly. Way to sweet for his taste! He preferred something just a bit more bitter, with a hint of sweetness. It was the undertones that made food, and drinks, so delicious. Food wasn't one dimensional, it would be no good if it were. This drink, though satisfying with its alcohol, was just a sweetness overload. He could taste the different fruit flavors, but it was just...sugar. The blonde wasn't a healthy eater all the time, but he didn't exactly want diabetes! Setting the glass back on the bar, he sighed softly to himself. He wouldn't let the freebie go to waste, but he would certainly drink it sparingly. Ruby eyes scanned the rest of the bar casually, people were starting to trickle in left and right but they all seemed to find someone just as quickly. It was almost like this was a dating event instead of a social gathering.

His eyes settled on a familiar face in the crowd. Meg. Pushing off the bar, he was about to make his way over to her when he noticed she was settling in with her own company. The guy was tall, chiseled, dark; you'd think him the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome. A momentary glow lit up his red eyes at seeing the interaction. They had been spending quite a lot of time together, with giving her lessons to help her perform better at work but seeing her in a non-work setting with another guy made his blood boil a little. Since he spent quite a lot of time at Neon Lights, watching girls take off their clothes, he had seen plenty of unsavory types try to take advantage of her after hours as well. Every ounce of him wanted to go over and make sure she was okay, but he settled for an acknowledging wave and settled back against the bar.

Lysander wasn't alone long enough to become the creepy stalker as an attractive, pink haired woman settled next to him. She asked him something, that he didn't catch right away. Turning his attention to the smiling woman, his eyes flickered up diagonally to try and look at his ears before rolling back to her. "Wanna touch them and find out?" he flirted, eyes narrowing to show his intent at the flirty time he gave. Though, his expression changed to one of mild confusion as she ordered a drink and never once broke eye contact. Was she asking him? He could, but he didn't work here. Looking at the bartenders behind the bar, and then himself, he didn't think he looked like them. He looked much better! Casting a glance to the woman, his head coming back up from inspecting himself, he gave her a once over. Or two. Rubies landed on the nametag over her breast. A slime, eh? Lysander dropped a hand over her wrist, gently grazing the tips of his fingers along her skin. "You don't feel very...Slimey," he mentioned as his pointer rolled over the bone that usually protruded from the wrist.

show spoilerhide spoiler

Galaxious Yums

 

[KawaiiYukiHime]

1105 Etoile Housing District

네가 가까워지면 ..

╔══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╗

Esmée noticed rather quickly that her staring was bothering Millie. The young woman gave off waves of uneasiness, so she did the polite thing and averted her gaze. She knew all too well that some people, for a variety of reasons, just did not do well with lots of attention. Her golden gaze probably wasn't helping that situation either. At the mention of her first drink being free she grinned brightly. "Now that is wonderful news, I'm sure most people would enjoy a free drink. Especially the first one." she chirped with a soft laugh. If one was going to do a lot of drinking then the first was always the most important. When Millie turned away from Esmée, the witch couldn't help but look at her backside. Especially when her skirt rode up allowing a peek underneath. Of course she did this subtly so as not to make her actions obvious. It was just in her nature to appreciate the male and female forms. She took a moment to look around the room to see more people had started gathering before turning her attention back to Millie. Interestingly enough she turned back right as the other woman was shaking up the drink, Esmée's eyes almost immediately taking notice of her bust going along with her movements. She grinned and clapped her hands together as her drink was served. "This looks great, and smells nice too~." she purred out picking up the glass. Taking a long sip, a content hum escaped her lips. "You made this really well my dear, in fact I'd say it tastes even better than the one I enjoyed some time ago!" she said with a playful wink. She was definitely going to leave

╚══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╝

╔.♄.═════════╗
ღ My Money: $923 ღ My Location: Shimmering Starfish ღ My Company: Millie ღ My Relationship: Single ღ My Outfit: Event + Makeup & Hair ღ My Thoughts: This is going to be fun! ღ My Mood: Cheerful ღ My Inventory: Purse
ღ My Profile: Right Here! My Job: N/A

ღ ❝OOC❞: Sorry it's short and late, I've been trying to acclimate to a new job.

show spoilerhide spoiler

AnnoyedPanda

show spoilerhide spoiler

Quote:

╚═════════.♄.╝

나는 너에게 마법을 쓸거야.

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

「 ☞ LOCATION: Work xx「 ☞ APPAREL: Event!+Hair&Makeup


Millie gave a single clap of happiness at hearing the drink she made was adequate. She was improving! All those long hours of practicing at home, stocking up her kitchen, was paying off. So much money down the drain, but obviously it had been well worth it if her mixing was being praised. Even with the obvious elation expressed on her face, her ears burned a light pink. It was an involuntary reaction of being called out on something, even if it was something good. The praise brought attention and attention was something she still had to get used too, working at a bar. Being a patron was vastly different. If she were just another paying customer, no one would take notice of her and she could be as goofy as she wished. In fact, this was helping her depressive episode! Sure, she was still upset about her recent blackout and stay in jail, but at least something was making her feel good again. Having to call her dad for bail was embarrassing! Twenty-four years old and still needing help from her parents; how pathetic. Mentally, Millie tried to shake off the dark thoughts starting to invade her mind. No time for that! She had a job to do.

There was a task at hand and that was cleaning up the mess she made! Rolling up her sleeves, without breaking her socialization with Esmée, the woman began wiping down the counter. "Oh, I'm so glad! I've worked really hard to learn proper drink mixing," she laughed, remembering all her massive fails. Crystal blues looked over her current customer and social interaction, catching sight of the name tag she had stuck against her chest. While she read the woman's name over, Esmée, she looked under at the tiny word beneath. She was a witch!? At least she wasn't the only freak in this town. Not that- No, she didn't think Esmée was a freak! Millie was now blushing a dark red. Casually trying to cool her burning face, she placed wet hands against her cheeks. While they had a dishwasher under the bar, Millie had grown accustomed to washing dishes before putting them in and thus soaked them as she cleaned all glasses and mixers currently needed to be run through. "Uhm..." She needed to say something! Uncomfortable air was no good. "So, you're a witch?" she asked, feeling dumb that it sounded like idle chit chat. As she fiddled with the dishwasher, she pointed to the name tag so Esmée didn't get some weird impression that she had been stalking her or something. "What kind? If you don't mind me asking. I have a friend who is Wiccan and I was wondering if it's the same thing," she added as she finished the minor chore and leaned against the bar in an interested manner.

「 ☞ OOC: Oh don't worry! Acclimate all you need ^^ 「 ☞ MONEY: $995.25 xxxx

show spoilerhide spoiler

KawaiiYukiHime

 

[KawaiiYukiHime]

1105 Etoile Housing District

네가 가까워지면 ..

╔══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╗

Esmée had to suppress the urge to giggle at the way Millie's ears turned pink. She simply was too cute, it made her want to give the other a big hug. She contently took more sips of her drink, enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol in her throat. "Well if you keep working at it you'll be an expert before you know it." she said with a thumbs up and a wink. She had tried her own hand at drink mixing and it could be rather difficult. Which was saying something since compared to making potions mixing drinks should be a cakewalk. Then again at least with mixing a drink she didn't have to worry about it literally blowing up in her face, just probably tasting bad. Shaking out of her thoughts she looked up from her drink to notice Millie's face had taken on a red hue. It made her wonder what caused such a reaction but didn't try to inquire, lest she make the situation worse. Esmée blinked for a moment at the question before giving a toothy grin. "Why yes I am a witch." she said listening to the next question. "Oh no I don't mind at all. I'm a full blown magical witch. My mother's side of the family has always be magically inclined. In fact we have been practicing magic for a few hundred years now. It's a point of pride for us." she explained with a laugh.

She let out a low hum and tapped her cheek at the mention of Wiccans, "Well no they aren't the same thing. See Wicca is a religion while witchcraft is a practice. Wiccans can technically practice magic, mainly involving their deities since they're more of a spiritual thing. Witches by comparison use magic to reach a desired end like healing or protection. For example my eyes aren't actually this color. They're normally purple but I made a potion earlier to change them for the day. Kinda like using contact lenses but without the change of agitating the eyes. I can do other things too like flying and shapeshifting. Though I can only take on the form of a cat and wolf. My big brother can control fire and my mother is a healer but they can do other things. Members of my family usually manifest their abilities upon reaching puberty but it can come later which ended up happening to me. Also an odd but interesting side effect of the development of our magical abilities is that our hair will take on a secondary color! As you can see my hair turned pink while my mother's turned a dark blue and my big brother has red. Though it has only started appearing in the past few decades since my grandmother and grandfather don't have any kind of color. The running theory among us is that because my family has been around practicing magic for so long that our magical energy finally grew to the point of having a tangible effect on us." She seemed quite eager to talk about her heritage since she held pride in it.

╚══⚸*:･ﾟ✧☾ ☥ ❦ ☥ ☽*:･ﾟ✧⚸══╝

╔.♄.═════════╗
ღ My Money: $923 ღ My Location: Shimmering Starfish ღ My Company: Millie ღ My Relationship: Single ღ My Outfit: Event + Makeup & Hair ღ My Thoughts: This is going to be fun! ღ My Mood: Cheerful ღ My Inventory: Purse
ღ My Profile: Right Here! My Job: N/A

ღ ❝OOC❞:

show spoilerhide spoiler

AnnoyedPanda

show spoilerhide spoiler

Quote:

╚═════════.♄.╝

나는 너에게 마법을 쓸거야.

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

「 ☞ LOCATION: Work xx「 ☞ APPAREL: Event!+Hair&Makeup


"Wow!" she breathed thoroughly intrigued. As Esmée spoke about being a witch, Millie could see the look of pure pride on her face. She was obviously someone who wasn't afraid of who she was. Her family had nurtured her lineage and gifts. Unlike her current company, Millie was terrified of what she was. Millie couldn't blame her father because he hadn't known anything about her mother until after the fact. Her mother had only come to her later in life and after she assumed the monster had died. A ghastly spirit of the beauty portrayed by the beast. While trying to come to term with a fractured psyche after dying, her so called mother tormented her and just seemed to unravel things even more. It was like being tortured to the extreme! Millie couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment towards Esmée and their vastly different experiences with their heritage. She knew it wasn't her fault, but why had she been blessed with such a nurturing family? Her father took over both roles very well, and she loved her dad very much! But she wanted to feel the same pride that Esmée felt. Instead all she felt was fear and hatred. "That sounds very cool! I wonder what it's like to be an animal," she questioned with a curious wonder. She remembered that when she was little she used to pretend to be a lion while watching the Lion King. When she would go swimming, she used to pretend to be a mermaid! Actually, secretly, she still kind of did that.

"I would love to turn into a cat, just once," she mumbled casually. As she began to daydream about the immense fun she would have, and what she would look like, her fingers played with the ends of the napkin she had set the woman's drink on. Her crystal eyes drifted down to Esmée's chest, some of her cleavage visible given the sleeveless-ness of her dress. With her leaning against the bar, her chest only seemed bigger! Thoughts and images flashed through her mind; her perverted side coming to the surface. Millie had, had only one girlfriend in her life and she had been so nervous because she had still been a virgin at the time that everything was one sided. Now that she was older, more experienced, she wanted to try it again. It's not like she could just go asking around for something like that! "By the way...-" she paused and bit nervously into her bottom lip. "You look really nice. You almost look like you're waiting for a date. Are you-...Waiting for a date?"

「 ☞ OOC: Oh don't worry! Acclimate all you need ^^ 「 ☞ MONEY: $995.25 xxxx

show spoilerhide spoiler

KawaiiYukiHime

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝Yσu'vє lσѕt ѕσmєσnє αnd it hurtѕ. Yσu mαy hαvє lσѕt thєm ѕuddєnly, unєхpєctєdly. Or pєrhαpѕ yσu bєgαn lσѕing piєcєѕ σf thєm until σnє dαy, thєrє wαѕ nσthing lєft. Yσu mαy hαvє knσwn thєm αll yσur lifє σr yσu mαy hαvє bαrєly knσwn thєm αt αll.❞
╔═════════════════════════════════════╗






Watchful, Megara gazed at him with eyes that were slightly large for her delicate features. As a child, she had been an ugly little thing with big eyes and a too wide mouth. But as she got older and grew into her features more, she looked merely plain. And it wasn’t until she was an adult that her features finally seemed to suit here, still a little plain but not that bad looking. Sometimes someone might even claim that she looked striking. Never beautiful, though. She wasn’t. At least not in the traditional sense. In the past, as a child, she used to envy the pretty children. Those with mothers who dolled them up to show them off at every chance, rather than hide them away as if she was a thing to be ashamed of. Suddenly conscious of her appearance, she gently tugged at the hem of her one piece, hoping that she hadn’t exposed too much skin. She’d just felt that the outfit was pretty and that she might look nice in it, but if her mother were here, she’d have received such a scolding.. Her husband would have approved, though. The image of him standing up to her mother helped improve her mood, however.

”I didn’t think I’d be approached for company.”

Sometimes conversations were rather difficult, as there were so many meanings behind each word. In this instance, she couldn’t quite decide if he welcomed her company or if that was a sideways comment meant to discourage her. She thought about it a moment, trying to decide which way she’d take it, and as the ever optimistic woman she was, it was no surprise that she took the more positive of options. He wasn’t too bothered by her, then. Or.. She looked at him, once again taking note of his appearance. Maybe he’d thought that nobody would approach him because he seemed a little intimidating? That could be it. But.. but he was so nice! Why wouldn’t people want to talk to him? She didn’t regret choosing him as a companion, even if she had been a little trepidant at first. Even though he seemed a little imposing from afar, he looked better up close. Unable to figure out the reason behind his words, she decided to ask him outright.

“Why ever not? I think you make good company and I like talking to you.”

Not for the first time since she’d arrived, Meg took notice of how very different they were. Where she was small and petite, he was large and well built. Her skin was pale and unblemished, his was more tanned and weathered. They seemed to be completely opposite, even their manner of speech differed completely. His seemed easygoing and relaxed with a voice that was deep and baritone. Hers by contrast was eloquently structured and dulcet with silvery undertones, her voice gentle and soft-spoken, much like her personality. But as the saying went, opposites attract. In one way or another. After her little blunder over his missing arm, he turned away from her and she lowered her gaze, staring fixatedly at her drink as Shane burned an impression on her pink cheeks. How embarrassing, she felt a little stupid. But then he started laughing and that was the last straw. She turned to face him, protest on her tongue with tears pricking her eyes.

“Y-You don’t need to laugh so hard! It-it was an honest mistake..!”

She turned from him and rubbed her eyes, pinching her cheeks to keep from crying and looking like the big baby she often felt she was. ”The war in Iraq. I made a mistake.” He finally sobered up and seemed to take her seriously, providing an honest answer that she couldn’t misinterpret and make a fool of herself with. In response she nodded thoughtfully. “May I?” She asked, motioning towards his arm. If it didn’t make him uncomfortable, she’d like to touch it. Was it cold? Well it seemed to be made of some sort of metal, so probably. She’d forget her curiosity if he didn’t want her touching it, however. Some people were very sensitive about these things. He shook her hand with his right one and she glanced down, noticing how small and fragile her hand seemed in his larger and more capable one. She remembered that her nanny used to say that if she ate all her veggies she’d grow big and strong and pretty. Maybe he had been the good child she wasn’t and eaten all his food and veggies? Probably. On bad days she used to lose all trace of her appetite and could barely stomach liquids. Since leaving home, it was rare to have days like that, but still not uncommon. Caius offered to pay for her drink and before she could refuse, the bartender had accepted it. Almost in an act of defiance, she placed her own medium note down and stated that she’d pay the next round for them both. The last man to buy her a drink had been her husband. And as they’d been married so it had been shared money anyway, she felt that it was only fair to repay those who paid for her in the future.

”Hm?””Oh, this-””Celeste. A real beauty, I’ll say.”

The widow could tell almost immediately that his wife was an uncomfortable subject. Perhaps they were going through a rough patch? That would explain why she wasn’t here with him. She wondered if the husband and wife duo knew how lucky they were to have each other. She’d give almost anything to see hers again, even for just a moment. “She sounds wonderful. You two must be really happy together.” Megara wondered what she looked like, picturing a gorgeous blonde or redhead that looked every bit at beautiful as she wasn’t. She hoped that Celeste wasn’t waiting too long for her husband to return home, she’d feel bad for keeping him otherwise. Taking a sip of her new drink, her nose wrinkled delicately. It tasted funny. But after a few more testing sips, she’d decided that she liked it.

”She passed from pregnancy hemorrhage giving birth to my twins. It’s been eight years, yet it haunts me still.”

Megara all but choked on her last sip, turning away to dab at her lips while she recovered. So he had known personal loss as well. Her good mood evaporated to be replaced with a sense of melancholy that weighed down on her slender shoulders. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She murmured breathlessly, turning to face him with an expression of sympathy, not pity. He asked after her own partner and the colour faded from her face and she looked stricken. Her hand rested almost protectively over her stomach for a few moments before she removed her ring and fiddled with it in her lap while she worked up the nerve to respond.

“His name is-.. was Silas. We weren’t married very long, barely a few months, but cancer took him..”

Finally speaking about him out loud felt like a small weight had been lifted from the crippling burden she faced every day. Her hands stilled their agitated movements and she bowed her head, staring down at the beautifully crafted ring cupped in her palms. The tears were returning again but she bit the inside of her cheek, determined not to cry. Instead, she returned the ring to its usual resting place and took a huge gulp of her Pina Colada. Drinking whilst consumed by negative emotions was ill advised, but surely she wouldn’t turn into an alcoholic after one night?

“So you have children? What are their names?”

She asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. It was a not so subtle change of topic, but hopefully speaking of other things would help lighten the atmosphere around them that now seemed laden with sorrow.








╚═════════════════════════════════════╝


XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [Shimmering Starfish]
❣ COMPANY → [Caius 🌸]
❣ FEELING → [Flustered, sorrow]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Something simple]
❣ OOC → [...]



❝You cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.❞



yo punny nut