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Thread: Nanny Dearest (Ava & SinfullySweet)

Gabriella snuggled up beneath the last bit of blanket. She felt nice and comfortable as she scooted closer to Sarah. Everything had gone so smoothing so far and immediately she noticed how Hannah could not take her eyes off of the screen, but she loved the company of her mother. Her arm and the side of her thigh were gently pressed against Sarah's as the nanny got comfortable. A hand idly came to rest on Sarah's arm as she too tried to relax. Being a nanny you could almost guarantee you've seem almost every disney and pixar movie there was to day. Lilo and Stitch was no exception to her. It was really nice and she was more tired near the end of the movie. Through out the entire length she had been running thoughts through her mind. Already having decided on taking a shower before heading to bed. Planning on what to make for breakfast and what not. Before she knew it, the credits were rolling past the screen and Gabriella found herself with her arm slipped around Sarah's with her legs curled up at her side. She removed her arm and stretched both of the above her head before relinquishing and nice relaxing sigh. Hannah was pretty much half asleep on the edge of the sofa. Like a cute little zombie, but still she had to get into her pajamas. Gabriella turned the television off, after slipping from beneath the covers and began turning off the lights in the kitchen. It did not look like Hannah would need any assistance falling asleep tonight, so she deemed the tea unnecessary, for now. Time for bed, little lady. She picked up the nook and headed upstairs to Hannah's room and placed it on the young girl's side table. She stood near the door frame and watched and mother work her magic, putting her daughter to bed. Gabs made sure to keep an eye out for any nightly rituals such as a book or a song. It was nice to see a dedicated mother in action. A nanny was not hired to steal a parent's thunder, just to take some of the weight off, and she was not really needed here right now. Soon the lights were turned off and 'good night's were exchanged and Gabby walked down the hall and stood before her bedroom door. Safely out of earshot of Hannah's door so that she wouldn't wake her up. I'm going to hop into the shower and get ready for bed myself. Do you or Hanna have any pre-arranged plans for tomorrow? She asked, considering she still was not sure when Sarah had to go in for work. She tucked her hair behind the ear and could not believe the ease of the entire day. How the other nannies before her managed to screw up such a lovely position was beyond her comprehension. Sarah was a sweet, easy going, and beautiful single mother. While Hannah was a cute little book worm with a love for her mother.
Thread: Nanny Dearest (Ava & SinfullySweet)

Gabriella had drained the last drop of tea out of her mug and washed, dried, and put it away. She turned off the lights as she made her assent to the stairway and up to her room. The door was gently closed behind her and she crawled beneath the covers of her comfortable bed. This had to be the best job she had picked up so far. There was still some things she would have to get use to and Hannah still needed some time to get warmed up to her new nanny. A feat easier said than done. Gabby plugged in her cellphone and set an alarm for six thirty in the morning. Since Hannah had to be in school by eight, she would start making breakfast and a pot of coffee for her and Sarah. It took little time for her to fall asleep. She was out like a light for the entire night and woke up just before the sound of 'super mario's the song' chimed from the alarm on her phone. In her usual zombie like manner, she promptly turned off her alarm and sat up in bed. Still halfway asleep. Somehow her feet quietly walked her into the hallway bathroom. She did not want to chance waking Sarah up this early. Again she washed her sleepy face with a warm rag and then brushed away her morning breath. By this time she was far more awake. She slipped on her slippers, shaped like bear feet, and made her way downstairs and preheated the oven and took out the eggs and meat for breakfast. A pot of coffee was started immediately and the smell woke her up completely. Gabriella thought she heard the sound of a door opening up and then another one closing. She safely assumed it to be Hannah going from her room to the bathroom. She was certainly a bright girl, but also responsible. Not many kids her ages were able to drag themselves out of bed. A quick glance at the clock and it already read seven o clock. Hannah had to be at school in an hour. She was just finishing up the eggs by now and she had the food sitting in the oven on the warm setting until someone came down. Until then she walked around the kitchen in her pajamas cleaning up the after math of breakfast. Her second cup of coffee already halfway gone as sunk her hands into the sink and began scrubbing a few of the pots she had used. The food was laid out when she was done washing dishes and the counters were cleaned off and she headed upstairs to her room, peeking into Hannah's room with a lax smile. Good morning, Hannah. Breakfast is ready when you are. She then walked to her room and went through her suitcase once more. A long heavy sigh escaped her lips. At some point she had to put up her clothes. Maybe that would be on the agenda for today while Hannah was at school and Sarah was at work. She quickly changed into a pair of dark denim capris and a red short sleeved shirt with a sweet heart neck line. Her hair was left to cascade about her shoulders after it was combed and brushed. A pair of short ankle socks were slipped on and she was back downstairs and ready to join in on breakfast. Promptly filling up her coffee mug once more.
Thread: Nanny Dearest (Ava & SinfullySweet)

Hannah and Gabby had already had a snack by the time she heard Sarah walking through the door. She was upstairs on her laptop printing out one of each version of invitation for the slumber party. By the time it was done she took the stairs two at a time and walked into the kitchen just in time to see Sarah admiring the food in the slow cooker. Thank you. She preheated the oven for the fries and placed the sample invited on the dinner table. And how was your day? Hope it wasn't too bad. She said as she stood before the fridge and noted the schedule pinned up. Looking for a good day to plan the date for Sarah. Dinner will be ready in roughly forty-five minutes, so get ready. And Hannah has already done all of her homework. I picked up the rooms, and there's an added freshness to everyone's room. Feel free to decline them, if you like. Trust me, it would be no offense to me because my mother despises them. She added a little laugh and then walked over to the dinner table. I also printed out a few sample invitations for the slumber party for you and Hannah to look through. They've already got her name, and the date, the RSVP number, and the sleepover moderator's number, mine, just encase they call in the middle of the slumber party and want a status update. She thought ahead with these things. Although one could never be perfectly prepared. She still hadn't touched base on the date as of yet. I'll leave you two to pick out the invites and I'll just print more. And I was thinking maybe Saturday would be a good time for that 'appointment'? She said with an impish smile upon her lips. Looking through her cellphone and bringing up her friends number for a text. This was going to be rather interesting. If it was a complete and utter flop she was so going to hang him by his balls in town square. When the oven beeped she took out a cookie sheet and some frozen curly fries from the freezer and laid them out before slipping them in the oven. Setting the timer for twenty minutes and breaking out the hamburger buns from the pantry. I hope you two don't mind pulled pork sandwiches and fries. This second night was feeling very nice. Hannah seemed a little more laid back and she had knocked a few things off of the to do list. You... out. Out of the kitchen. You've no doubt been on your feet all day and it's time for some mom and daughter time. She shooed Sarah out of the kitchen with both hands grabbing the invites from the table. Here, you two browse through these and pick one. She wore a half smile and continued working on dinner. Taking the meat out of the slow cooker and easily shredding it with two forks and mixing it with barbecue sauce. Placing the meat in a bowl and laying out the buns on a bowl. All she had to wait for were the fries, and she would be able to converse with Sarah after Hannah went to bed. She did not want to steal what precious time Hannah would have with her mother when she was awake and Sarah was not working.
Thread: Just A Nobody Girl's roleplay ideas

Updated with a note on character types.
Thread: Just A Nobody Girl's roleplay ideas

I've added a couple of ideas to my first post.
Thread: Colony 0 - Tenn and Swagbeast

Colony 0 was an odd situation. It had been created for the sheer experimentation of mutagens to find those that could be used to strengthen the human genome and those that would be dangerous to the people. It was the home of the scientists families and even some of the technicians who could not live on the satellite due to size. Many cycled from the satellite in groups you spent 2 to 4 weeks on, and then 2 to 4 weeks off. And you kept detailed notes about what you did in the time you were there so the person coming in behind you could simply continue the work without having to backtrack. Or at least that was how it was supposed to go. Something had happened and now the colony had gone completely dark. The scientists on the satellite had called an S.O.S after they sent their own contingency of marines down and none of them came back. So they had been sent. Special forces, a contingent of 6 marines. A bio-engineer, an engineer, two specialists and two heavy hitters, Himself being one of them. You didnt call for someone of his specialties without specific needs in this case wipe out anything on the colony that moves. He was particularly skilled in all weapons and he had a system that was immune to pretty much everything. They had actually adapted the genome of his people to be put into stem packs for temporary use from humans. It was not approved for long term use yet. Because even though the genome was altered it still began to affect the DNA of those who dealt with it. His DNA in short was hostile. On the ship he didnt take off his mask, or most of his armor. His body was long, lean and solid. His face was almost human in size, but the mouth was in three segments. The upper lip actually split in the middle and went up the cheek, while the lower Jaw came down, with particularly nasty teeth inside. His head was also oblong shaped with armor that rose off of it by a couple of inches up to a back plate half a foot back from his head. These where both for sensing danger and protecting from it. On most planets they didnt come into effect, he didnt need them on this one they could be handy with the mutigens that would be in the air. His legs where ditrigrade, with long powerful toes that stretched out to give him enough leverage to run and walk without trouble, and powerful legs that let him hoist heavy objects, throw them, dismantle and jump massive distances. Barrel chested and built like a rock. The Alien took up the bulk of the back of the ship beside the hatch. He was easily 7 foot closer to 8. As the ship landed he got up as the hatch opened and climbed down, the gun he carried was little less than an automatic artilery cannon. Slung over one shoulder as he looked around, The mask stayed in place, the helmet protecting lungs that didnt like Oxegen as much as his companions from burning, More for comfort than anything else. W-welcome! Someone cried. I-I I wi-ish it was b-b-better cer-r-r-mstances. He rushed. The alien gave a faint twitching of his lips that no one saw under the black Mask. If it where better, we couldnt be here. Risac stated in a soft - steady voice.
Thread: A Second Chance (Vash x SickLolipop)

Ezio Auditore da Firenze awoke in the Tiber Island hideout, that he had been staying in for the past few years, as usual. He got up and stretched a bit his old bones creaking and popping with each movement. He went over to the dresser and got out his standard tunic and dark pants, after that he adorned his standard Assassin cloak, going with what the locals called Roman Stone color scheme, the locals knowing him more for his white and red cloak. This one was a dark blue with black sleeves and trimmings, so this would make him a bit more inconspicuos. Then he went over to the armory, walked to the correct mannequin, and adorned the plate chest guard, paulders, grieves and vambracer on his left arm . Then went by his bedside and opened an intriquete looking box and opened it and took out his trademark weapon, the hidden blade. He attached it to his left arm and stepped outside of the hideout into the streets of Rome happy to see the bustling of people still ignorant to the war that was being fought behind closed doors. He stepped around to the back of the hideout, took a deep breath, and climbed to the top of the building, sliding his fingers into thr cracks of the brick, where the pigeon coop was and looked at the messages from his brothers in the order. Three contracts were completed succesfully, but they lost a brother along the way, he sighed heavily, Requescat in pace, brother. He wished he could have been there to honor him properly, but sadly his duties were here in Rome. Now they were short one Assassin in the order and since Borgia influence is nearly gone, many of the citizens are contempt with normal lives and aren't willing to join. He sent the pigeon back to the coop and took off across the rooftops of Rome, seeing if any citizen needed help from the cities dark guardian. He was doing fine, running easily around without any fatigue, until he took a long jump and missed the grip he was going to take and fell into the streets, hard. He bent his knees before impact and rolled a little when he hit the ground, Ahhh, I'm getting to old for this. Ezio was in his mid to late thirties already and he thought he needed to settle down a bit and perhaps have a family with his mission now complete, but there was a problem with that plan. Catarina Sforza was gone with her own family back in Forli so she could not be that woman. The only other woman left that he knew intimatley would be Cristina, but painful memories came flodding back to him. He will always remember her telling him that she was engaged, and 8 years later in Venice when she told him that she never wanted to see her again after leaving her behind in Firenze. His heart hurt slightly as he began to remember, but he put that at the back of his mind now and made it back up to the rooftops to continue his search, no doubt someone had already gotten themselves in trouble.
Thread: A Second Chance (Vash x SickLolipop)

Cristina paused arranging the flowers held within her graceful hand, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling. She lifted her chin slightly, the soft breeze carrying scents of baking bread, horse's dung, and perfumes to her nose. She brushed back a stray stand of her long, dark hair away from her face, shaking her head thoughtfully. The days grew ever shorter, she thought to herself, and there is no one beside to share them with. She sighed heavily, turning away from the flowers and wandering back inside her home. Cristina had little motivation, and lethargically collapsed into a chair. Her hands fell limp into her lap, and she stared vacantly at the velvet cloth of her dress. So little to live for. Now that her betrothed lay in his grave, no purpose drove each day. She occasionally would daydream of his heavy footsteps in the doorway, or imagine his weight beside her in the bed. But no such things existed for her any more. She had hardly noticed that it was autumn. It had always been her favorite season, reminding her of her younger days, frollicking with that damned Ezio Auditore and living in a world of dreams. Only the chilly draft that wandering through the open window reminded her. She stood from her sunken seat, and padded across the room to reach for her shawl. She laid it across her shoulders. She felt her stomach stir with hunger, but she ignored it and placidly returned to her chair. She felt like a ghost in her own home a wandering soul, eternally chained to heavy memories.
Thread: A Second Chance (Vash x SickLolipop)

Whew, I thought you bailed on me there Ezio stopped his patrol and stood on a food overlooking the square where the Pantheon stood erect and overshadowing the area. He looked down to see the crowds move about without a care in the worl, unaware of the war being fought to keep their free wil or to control their every thought and move. Ezio still wondered what his place in this fight was. He started as just a boy unaware of his fathers dealings until his life was taken from him and Ezio chose to take his place. Now, through extensive trials and tribulation, was the leader of the Assassin Order. He held immense power at his hands, one that could ring down cities or even nations. Yet he was still comfortable with keeping the men here and keeping the operation small until Ezio believed the time was right to move on. He had digressed from the reason why he was looking. He looked through the crowds to try and find any more straggling supporters of the Borgia. It was to be expected not all would be glad that Rodrigo and Ceasare were dead. Ceasare may have been cruel but he was a strong leader and knew how to keep order. Something that was needed but Ceasare had grown greedy and set his sights on the world, he had to be stopped. He felt a chill in the air as breeze hit his cheek. He pulled up the collars under his hood to guard from it. The seasons were beginning to change, the air, nature, the people. He noticed a young man and woman strolling through the streets, arms interlocked and no space was between them. Ezio remembered a time like that, the bliss of love. His heart ached once more. Wise men have said that time heals all wounds, Ezio Has doubted that ever since Cristina told him to stay away. He turned from the roof no longer wanting to delve into the past again. He jumped from a roof and gripped at the adjacent roof, but the brick was loose and he fell onto the balcony. His back hit the marble of the balcony and got the wind knocked out of him. He got up, gasping for air, and turned to see if he had disturbed anyone. When he looked he saw a ghost of the past. Cristina Vespucci was in Rome. He pulled his cowl down farther and deepened his voice. Scuzzi Madonna, I fell from the roof. I apologize if I have disturbed you.
Thread: In over her head (F seeking M)

RE Roleplaying Request F seeking M As someone suggested I add something like this
Thread: The Goddesses' Call (Forgotten Realms setting)

Night had fallen, and the compound was just coming awake. Due to their preference for darkness, the drow who resided there were a nocturnal lot. The temple of Eilistraee was central to the small walled town, and everyone served the Dark Maiden in one aspect or another, even if they were not dedicated to the priestly service of her. There was a market place, a taverninn, a stable, and the various houses laid out in an orderly fashion. All of the land surrounding the town was wooded, with the occasional open field or clearing. Most of the goods needed by those residing within were traded for in exchange for less mundane things. Smiths turned out fine pieces of armor and weaponry herbalists traded magically-enhanced potions and there was no end of those able to teach others the way of sword and bow and hunting and tracking. The arrival of a stranger was announced as he approached with his beast of burden, and word traveled through the small town to the ears of those who resided in the temple. One such curious resident was T'riss, a longtime priestess serving the Dark Maiden since she was young. Most of those within the walls were suspicious, but considering the fact that she'd spent a good decade or two outside of them, she was a little less hostile when it came to those who might not be as naturally long-lived as she and her ilk. She wasn't the only one, however, and soon the gate would be opened to allow him entrance, and he would be guided to the center of the town, to the very heart of it. The temple of Eilistraee looked as if it had sprung from the ground itself, seemed fashioned of crystalline trees and vines, woven together to form a vast complex that paid homage to the beautiful young goddess. It was larger than one might expect, and there were several priestesses come out to welcome and inquire. Each of the dark-skinned elves was homage to beauty, and in diaphanous silks that left little to the imagination. They certainly were not a celibate group of worshippers, and the tallest of them was watching him quite closely as he approached. T'riss was an attractive female, older than all aside from the high priestess herself. Long silver-white hair was caught up at the nape of her neck, tail trailing down between her shoulders. Bright blue eyes peered out from that slate gray face, and it was green silk that clung to her figure. She didn't look like one of the more dangerous residents of the town of dark elves, but looks often were deceiving among the drow.