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Thread: Girls never know what they really want (Sweetsubmission)

Jacob Winters said It was hot today, too damn hot Michael thought to himself as he lifted up a piece of two by four and brought it to his saw, he had been working on the back porch for nearly a week now. His flesh slightly bronzed by his time in the sun though it was far from dark, a sheen of sweat caused him to glisten in the sunlight, dark green eyes watched through goggles as he chopped the wood on the mark with the saw. Dark brown nearly black hair slicked back slightly thick and perfect for running your hands through, he wasn't an overly handsome man but he liked to think he was a seven maybe a seven and a half out of ten. A rugged look to him as he hadn't shaved in days leaving stubble to cover the lower part of his face, he was a tall man at six foot two so he looked down at most people. He wore a simple outfit consisting of a grey tank top which showed off well built arms, they were built from real work not just lifting weights so they weren't bulky, a pair of worn down blue jeans and work boots. While he was good with his hands and he knew how to build things this wasn't his job anymore, a while back he started a stock firm with a couple of friends who needed some money. He had just been a carpenter back then so he didn't have much knowledge in that so they said he could just be an investor and maybe handle some of their public things as he did have a charismatic personality. So now he was pretty well off with a four bedroom house, in a good neighborhood with friends who lived right across the street with their daughter, he had known them for nearly fifteen years now which made him feel a bit old when he thought about it. He placed the two by four in place and set to hammering the nails in, by now he was pretty tired having been up working on this since ten in the morning and it was now nearly two in the afternoon so it was a good time for a break. He made his way inside for a cold drink and the refreshing feel of air conditioning on his hot flesh. Click to expand... is this roleplay up for grabs?
Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

The minutes passed as the witch awaited for the drugs to wear off, the girl's faint breathing barely able to be heard of the over the distant chirping of crickets and rustling of wind against the leaves. Even the witch's frigid touch, even her honeyed words would do little to sway the young sacrifice from her induced stupor. Yet, as the moon continued its slow ascent her herb-addled mind would slowly begin to recover. It was subtle at first, a faint spark returning to her gaze...her breathing quickening. Within the deep recesses of her groggy mind Len would begin to realize that something was wrong. She was not in her bed, tucked away cozily. She was not dressed, even the gentle breeze sending a chill through her spine. She could not move, her sluggish movements bearing no fruit. The realization was slow at first, but none the less the recent memories slowly came to surface. She could recall feeling a flurry of emotions, a deep fear that made her stomach swim. The mayor had brought her to his home for tea, he'd spoken of an issue that only she could address. Despite her own suspicions, despite the feeling of unease in her belly she'd followed through. If she had truly been chosen then they would've told her outright, no? Certainly, they'd owe her that much. No...no... Her voice was barely a murmur, but even so the fear was near palpable. She'd been chosen, she'd really been chosen. No... She didn't deserve this. She'd done so much for them, and yet they'd tossed her out like a rag. As her vision finally focused, the girl's frightened gaze settled upon the looming figure of the witch almost immediately. Her heart pounded like a drum, bound hands trembling. From an initial glance, the witch would've appeared beautiful. Silky hair, fine skin even with the runes etched upon it. Yet, a quick glance of the eyes was all it took to dispel any illusion of normalcy. Behind those pale globes of white Len saw not but a shred of humanity. Y-you don't have to do this. Her voice quaked, choked with tears as her struggling growing all the more forceful. I didn't...I didn't do anything to you. Despite her words, at the very back of her mind the girl was well-aware that they'd accomplish nothing. She was doomed to die, no matter how forcefully she begged.
Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

Upon the soft murmurs of the wind the voice would only just barely carry the frightened words, Anais perking as they caught her attention. Slowing to a stop almost immediately, she could feel her muscles tensing. A hand reaching to draw an arrow, her other tightening around the shaft of her bow, her breath stayed in her chest as she slowly made her way forward. It sounded like someone calling for help, but who would be foolish enough to be wandering so deep into the woods? Well, aside from herself of course. She knew that the people in the surrounding villages treated it as though it were the entrance to the pits of hell, and even on the good day the farthest they'd go would be the outskirts in search of game and to forage. Then again... Growing ever closer to the source of the noise the woman would slowly notch an arrow, biting at her lip as the bowstring slowly grew taught. Hands remaining steady despite the fear coursing through her heart, she'd use her should to push through the thick foliage before finally emerging into a small clearing. Beneath the faint glimmer of the moon, it didn't take long for the woman to lay eyes upon the source of the noise. A young girl stood the edge, battered and broken from some sort of torment. Her clothing was in rags, and each step she took the girl seemed moments away from stumbling over her own too feet. Oh, wow. Perhaps against her better judgement, compassion overrode pragmatism and lowering her bow Anais quickly made her way towards the seemingly broken girl. It's okay, it's okay. Using as gentle of a tone as ever, she'd offer a shoulder to support the girl. Where did you come from? Are you from the local villages? She'd heard tales of people being sacrificed to the witch, if not otherwise outright kidnapped, but she'd always assumed that they'd been killed instantly. Had this girl been a captive? Had she been lucky enough to escape the witch? A bit far-fetched, but then again she'd always had a wild imagination.
Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

The voice was always the most difficult part to get right in any glamour, fortunately she had never met this particular hunter in her life. As such she could afford to just use her own voice, though making it sound pathetic and weak. She almost wanted to smirk when the hunter offered her shoulder to her everything so far was going according to plan. With phase one completed the witch planned out phase two, lure her back to her lair. Once there the fun could really begin, after all the hunter wanted to find the witch. Shed lead the woman right to where she wanted to go, though she doubted it would be in a manner shed appreciate. I- yes I was a sacrifice. The witch she kept me alive. She did things to me. Made me small and kept me in a glass jar by her bed and oh gods The disguised witch choked out. Made me big again when she got tired of me. I-I ran when she left somewhere. She said, rather amused at her little act. Lyaia raised her gaze up to the hunters own eyes, their depths looking a bit haunted as the witch tugged on the strings of the glamour. She had left the fact that the witch was away open for a reason beyond providing a credible excuse for escape. The hunter would surely recognize the value in being led to the witchs domain when the witch was herself away. It would allow for her to possibly get the drop upon the witch, an advantage crucial in her hunt no doubt. Lyaia had to learn how the hunters normally thought in order to hunt them herself. Are are you here to kill her? The witch asked. This was where she needed to be careful, if she herself pressed taking the hunter to her lair then the woman might get suspicious. Lyaia needed to let the hunter think that the idea came from her own mind, to use this battered slave as a guide. Truthfully she could easily just do what she wanted to do in this clearing and be done with it, the act was not necessary to continue when the hunter had her guard down like this. However it would not be as amusing just to reveal herself right now. No, she wanted to lure her to her lair and only then would the hunter realize how thoroughly tricked she had been. Then then the fun could really begin.
Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

I'm...yes, I'm going to kill her. The woman's words were enough to stir a fire in Anais's belly, the woman's lips twisting into a scowl as the escapee's voice quivered with each word. She'd heard plenty of tales of the witch's evil, but to hear it firsthand was something else entirely. While it was the money that still drew her towards taking out the woman, the hunter couldn't deny that there'd be something awfully satisfying at landing an arrow right through that bitch's throat. Glancing back down the path the woman had come, her eyes would trace the barely visible path amongst the foliage. If what the woman said was true, the witch's domain was empty. If she could get there before the woman returned she'd have the opportunity to get the lay of the land, to hide in wait and go for the witch as soon as the woman had her back turned. Listen, um. Turning back about, she'd meet the poor girl's eyes. I know that you only just escaped, and you're eager to get out of these damned woods as soon as possible, however- The longer she looked upon the girl, the more the hunter was put off. The girl herself seemed normal, as normal as a captive of the witch could be at least, but there was something about her eyes. Beneath the nearly palpable fear, there seemed to be something missing. Was it just Anais's own nerves acting up? Ah, um. However, if you could tell me where her domain is I can promise you that no on else will have to suffer because of her. I promise.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Rebecca Marie Chang .. a well rounded teenage girl with parents that had money to throw around, that meant she'd gone to a private school all her life. She'd just graduated top of her class, wanted to experience life before she went off to some school in boston or wherever she planned on going. She'd filled out countless applications, had gotten a few acceptance letters but wasn't ready for secondery education yet. '' Mom dad.. Please hear me out. I just wanna take a couple years off, then I'll go to school I promise please.'' Knowing her parents wouldn't even begin to hear of what she was saying she'd ,packed a few things she would need to run away. She had money saved up from birthdays, she had plenty of it in the bank since her parents were loaded. Laying next to the stairs was a back pack filled with clothes, other things she might need then of course she always had her purse on her. She prefered wristlets to actual purses, it had her money in it as well as her cell phone but she planned on leaving that behind. Her mind was made up, she'd been planning to run away fro awhile now. She just wanted something to give her reason, so far fighting with her parents was cause enough. Waiting for her parents to say something she sighed, ran her fingers through her hair to get it out of her eyes.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Are you crazy, young lady? her mother pointed out sternly before she cleared her voice. Your father and I will not let your throw your life away or endanger yourself by gallivanting around the world. You will go to university and become a lawyer. We are a proud family of hardworking people. I am afraid this is unacceptable, she said, being a 'tiger mom.' Her father could do nothing but nod. Indeed. You are better than all of that riftraft. You will go toward the university of our choosing within the next semester. You are no longer a child anymore. You must leave behind this petty dreams of yours and grow up for the world around you, her father stated. You must understand Rebecca, that this is for the best, he said.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

I don't wanna be a lawyer.. Those are your dreams not mine.. Maybe I wanna be a writer or a teacher but I'm tired of all the pressure, you want grand kids someday right? I mean come on do you really expect me to just sit around here then go off to college in the fall fall in love with some guy, live like this? You've done nothing but spoil me since the day I was born, private school was all girls anyways. Just let me do this, I promise you won't regret it. Rebecca said growing furious with her parents her fists were clenched, she was ready to just leave but she wanted to try convincing them one more time before she ran away. She knew it was a lost cause but she just wanted to try one more time, if it caused more yelling she was out the door she was already sitting on the edge if the couch ready to bolt.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

A writer is a highly unsecure job and being a teacher is beneath you. You must let go of those childish fantasies of yours. You will be become a lawyer and that is final, her father said. However, he was in control of his emotions, especially in comparison to her mother. You will not. We did not spend hours and money into making you who you are. Remember your duty to your elders and to your line! You owe us for raising you to be the successful lady that you are today, her tiger mother said, raising her voice. She was surprised at the insolence of her child. The only reason she did not go to an all-out outburst was because of her husband told her not to. Meanwhile, he himself looked over with his stony gaze of mild disappointment.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Rebecca didn't say another word she jumped from the couch grabbed her bag by the steps, ran out the door leaving her phone behind. She didn't care cause she didn't have very many friends because she was allowed to focus on her studies, was pressured into getting a perfect grade point average which is why she had graduated top of her class. Of course she was half way down the road before they would have realized she was gone because she'd excelled in trackfield, she ran as fast as she could before she reached a good hotel a few blocks away from her house. She paid for a room, went straight to the elevator headed to her room then closed the door not thinking about anything but the argument she'd just had with her parents. The dream to be a writer might have been unstable but she'd been writing stories since she was old enough to know what a paragraph was, she had some of her less full notebooks with her but one that was completely full laid on her bed with a note attached to it for her parents to read.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Her parents could do little but react as they saw her bolt across. By the time they managed to recover herself, she was long and gone. THe parents looked about at one and proceeded to do what parents would do in this case, panic. One prepared to go into the car to look for her while the other began to call the cops. They needed to get their daughter back. Meanwhile, a young man in his early to mid 20s was walking from the lobby, having gotten something from the vending machines. He noticed a girl zoomed straight to the elevator. He was intrigued. He saw her pay for her own room despite her age. He was wonder why a girl like her was here. He decided to check. After all, he was just being a good citizen. He then saw her slam the door, but not lock it. He then slowly opened the door. Hey, you okay? he asked her.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Excuse me.. I don't even know you, your asking me if I'm okay? I was taught never to talk to strangers so go away.. Rebecca said as she looked at the man, then turned away. She was telling him the truth, she figured her patents would be looking for her but she would be long gone before they could find her. It didn't phase her because she was tired of being forced to do things she didn't wanna do, until they found her if they found her she was perfectly content in the hotel. She knew her dad was driving around while her mom was on the phone with the police, she knew that a person had to be missing for at least forty eight hours or maybe it was twenty four before they could be reported missing.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

The young man looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Well, that's rather rude of her, he thought to himself before he wondered what to do now. Well, I was just wondering since you seem to be here by yourself and you looked upset, he told her through the door. He then saw a man entering the hotel, looking frantic. He was taking a breather before he looked around. Excuse me, have you seen this young lady? he said to the hotel person. Fortunately, it was a different person at the desk, however, that didn't mean they couldn't go and check, especially if they were bribed. The young man then went back to the outside of her room. So apparently, there's a man looking for his daughter or something, he mentioned.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

'' Shit...'' Rebecca sighed ran her fingers through her hair, tried to find a place to hide so if her room was checked they would never find her. She took her bags with her, made sure there was no sign of her ever being there. Becca knew she would have to find another way of hiding from her parents because they would never stop looking for her, she just hoped that they didn't find her this time because she didn't wanna go back. She wanted to be her own person, if they eventually cut her off then that was their problem she didn't want to be a lawyer she never had wanted to be one but that didn't matter to her parents. It sucked being an only child because all the pressure was on you, you obeyed everything or you paid the price well Rebecca was tired of being miss perfect.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

The young man was walking around as he saw the staff beginning to check room by room by knocking. Not only that, the person in the front was checking throughout the check-in book. Rebecca was likely gonna get caught unless she had some help. Let me guess... you're the one they're looking for? he asked rhetorically. He waited for her to answer or say anything. Regardless, they probably know you checked into this room. You're probably gonna not be able to escape alone, he added before he began to walk away. But was still in listening distance if she decided to ask for help.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Yeah their looking for me..I don't wanna go with them though. Rebecca whispered but made sure he could hear her, she knew that if she stayed in her room they were bound to find her some how. She could only imagine how hard it was going to be for her to hide from them if she was in plain sight, she hoped the guy whoever he was had an idea cause she was panicking. Reaching into her purse she popped a pill, tried to calm herself down. She'd had a history of anxiety since she was a girl because of all the pressure that was put on her, was seeing a therapist who had given her medication to control her anxiety.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

The young man realized that she was in a state of worry. He took a breath. You could come with me then. I'm leaving around tonight over to the middle of the country. I bought two tickets, but my friend ended up having to go to a wedding and said he couldn't make it. You could come with. The shuttle to the airport arrives here in 5 minutes and we could head downstairs through the other set of stairs, he offered to her. He didn't know why, but he figured that she could stay with some of the locals until she sorted her life together. Wasn't uncommon with some of the college students having nervous breakdowns and looking for simpler lives.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Sounds like a good plan, Thank you. I'm Rebecca but you can call me Becca. She smiled as she stood up, made sure she wasn't seen by anyone. Her bag was hunched over her shoulders, her purse was around her wrist. She also had a messenger bag that had all her notebooks in it, she couldn't stop smiling. Yes this guy was a complete stranger but he was willing to help her out, that made her smile because otherwise she would be stuck doing as her parents wanted her to do which was the last thing she wanted to do. She hoped that since she had given him her name he would give her his, she had to admit he was pretty good looking but she'd never had any experience with guys cause she wasn't allowed she had to focus on her studies hence the all girls private school.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Name's Diego, he said as he watched her leave and saw her smile. He got a good look at her. He found her attractive and he was relieved to see her smile. Once he gave her the bit of time needed to make sure she had everything, he grabbed her hand and led her down the other stairs. He dropped off his key along with hers in the front desk before the shuttle arrived. He helped her get in and they were on their way to the airport, some miles away. You really don't seem happy about wanting to return to your parents, Diego noted to her as the hotel quickly vanished in the distance. His suitcase was already in the trunk and he had his backpack with him. He wondered what was in her thought.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

'' I'm not... They want me to go to university in the fall like everyone else, I don't want to just yet.. I wanna experience life first, then go to college if possible. I was accepted to a few schools mostly ones with law programs because both my parents are Lawyers, well my mom is ADA but that's not the point. Those are their dreams not mine!! I love to write poems , stories. I've always liked the idea of teaching little kids or teaching creative writing, it's not the highest paying career in the world but it's a career. I tried reasoning with them before I ran away, when your an only child with parents who do nothing but spend money on you because they don't know how to say I love you.. It's a little to much pressure, could very easily drive a person insane. Sorry I talk a lot when I'm nervous, I think I'm going to shut up now.'' Rebecca bit her lower lip, ran her fingers through her hair as she leaned her head back against the seat putting earphones in her ears she turned on her music then closed her eyes. She figured that he would wake her up once they were at the airport, she wasn't really sleeping she was just relaxing. Whenever she traveled she always listened to music because it kept her calm, made it easier to avoid a panic attack if she was calm. She knew that eventually she would have to refill her prescription but since she was eighteen years old she could refill it herself all she had to do was have her therapist or any therapist for that matter write her a new prescription.
Thread: The Runaway (Myself,MysteriousD)

Diego began to listen to what she wanted to. He looked at her with sympathy. His parents let him do what he chose with his life as long as he helped pay with college. His scholarship helped. He smiled at listening to her dreams of becoming a teacher or teaching writing. He wasn't an only child, having a reckless younger brother. Look, it's okay. Relax. You are your own woman now, he said to her with a smile. He watched her fall asleep. Eventuyally, they arrived at the airport. He woke her up and helped her get their stuff. All right, to celelebrate your freedom, lunch is on me. What do you wanna try? I'm in the mood for a bit of fast food to be honest, Diego told her as he looked around the airport, having gone through the checkout process.