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Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Five minutes directly passed when the head of the house, the employer had arrived in that room. He scanned the female figure and attempted to identify what kind of maid she could potentially be just by her appearance. He quickly made notice of her attire which was significantly different than the previous women he had interviewed. For the most part, most of them were dressed in business like outfits which made him chuckle in his mind. Yes, there was that universal ethic of dressing professionally for an interview, but what was so professional about being a maid? Its low paying occupation, there's hardly any benefits and maids are looked down upon. Nevertheless, the young man made the assumption that this girl might be a laid worker. If she didn't possess a professional attire, what amount of effort was she even going to apply in order to convince him she was the perfect maid for him? Hello, I'm Mr. Montiel, your name is...? He asked, standing in front of her and firmly extending his hand out to greet her.
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Lizzie popped up, extending her hand to his. This could be my future employer. She remembered to keep that in the back of her mind, at all times. She firmly grasped his hand, giving it two simple, but firm shakes. She let her breath out and politely nodded. I'm Elizabeth Shimbly. But, I mostly go by Lizzie. She tried to seem nonchalant and polite. She wasn't sure what to say, really. She hoped a nice smile and a firm gripped handshake could win him over. She needed the job, but how could she make it so she didn't look desperate?listulistulistu
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

He immediately noticed the palm of her hand a bit wet. The young employer quickly made the assumption the young girl was most likely nervous. He mentally deducted her a point for that since he didn't see anything positive of being nervous. He liked a confident person, firm and stale, yet her reaction was as if she feared his presence. Perhaps some of his former employees had been spreading certain rumors about him? He treats us like dogs!, He sexually molested me!, He was raped as a kid! The young man mentally replayed those false statements he had heard of. Those women were just bitter for several reasons, such as his criticism, strictness, and of course his blunt attitude. Hello Elizabeth, my name is Carlos Montiel, He spoke with a small smile and found a place to sit right across her, So you're applying for my maid position, is that correct? He asked and flipped open a folder his butler had handed to him and flipped through the pages inside until he located her application.
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Lizzie wiped her hands on her pants, already able to feel that her hands had been slick with her perspiration. She sighed out, and nodded to Carlos. He seemed so relaxed, so calm and perfect, that she felt herself relaxing. It surprised her a bit, but she merely assumed it would help her through this. Yes, sir. I've been a maid for most of my life, and find that I quite enjoy it. She felt that maybe the last bit of information was pointless for him to know, but she paid no mind to it. I find hard labor a bit enjoyable, I guess. Her eyes traced over his face, wishing she could read any emotion. But, he left no traces of anything. Not a grimace, or a frown, or a crack in his brow. Lizzie felt herself sigh inwardly and tensed a bit. She knew not to let it show outwardly, and grinned, politely.listulistulistu
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Undoubtedly, the young man mentally docked her another point once those sighs escaped her lips. He assumed those sighs indicated hopelessness, anxiety, stress and any other negative qualities. Afterward the employer quirked his eyebrow up in interest of what she had said, Oh? Is that so? Why do you enjoy you being a maid? In fact, why do find hard labor enjoyable? How long have you been a maid? I hope you understand that I want clear answers, nothing vague. He murmured softly and leaned forward to indicate his interest on the new applicant. Particularly, most of the women he had interviewed never stated they enjoyed their jobs or even found hard labor enjoyable. Perhaps the young girl was really trying hard to obtain this job? Mr. Montiel lightly smirked and placed the folder aside. He had all the information he could need from this girl to determine whether she would be a good fit in his house, but nevertheless he would see how she responded to his questioning.
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Lizzie looked over Mr. Montiel, unsure of him. He could see right through her, she could tell. Was he testing her? Seeing how she could perform under pressure? Giving herself one final prep talk was all she could do. A mental scolding, to make her thoughts clear and composed. She poised herself sitting straight up, hoping to appear confident, even if she was slightly shakey. Well, I've been a maid since I was 16, putting me at about ten years of experience. The words came out slowly, smoothly, and carefully. I like my field of work because its what I've always known. I've always had a knack to organize and keep things clean. I enjoy to make a house sparkle from head to toe and get that dirty, sweaty feeling. I feel accomplished. Her slightly parted lips felt dry from her bit of ambling. Though, now she was sure that his question was confidently - and completely - answered.listulistulistu
Thread: La house maaaid. (Kiii and meow!)

Dirty sweat feeling, eh? That's interesting.. He silently nodded in acknowledgment of her explanation. He was impressed with how smoothly she answered his questions. It was clear she was most likely being truthful and he admired that. He mentally added points and was impressed by the difference when comparing her to the other women he had interviewed. For the most part, most of them were filled with lies, he could tell it in their eyes, voice, gestures. 'Dirty sweaty feeling,' The words echoed throughout his mind and somewhere inside there, he was planning a potential test exclusively for her, but that was only if she aced this interview with him. A small smirk formed on his lips, but quickly vanished when he was aware of the silence that had gone for nearly a minute, Pardon me, I zoned out.. I haven't had much sleep in these past days.. He lied, but nevertheless, the interview continued, Now, tell me... what are your strengths and your weaknesses? By the way, human perfection is mere fiction, we all have flaws, so it's best to be honest... He narrowed his eyes, focusing on her facial features. She was quite an attractive woman, but nevertheless his main focus was to interpret her body language
Thread: The chat box

Alright, I'd like to start off by saying that I love the chatbox, I think it's a great way to talk to people and us much quicker than waiting for a forum reply for idle chit-chat. However, I do tend to have some problems with it. One thing that bothered me was that it if I was going through the chat history of what I missed and someone were to post at the bottom, their message would immediately bring my browser back down to the most recent message. Also I seem to have issues with timing out of the chat-box session and miss a big chunk of the conversation. I don't know how to precisely solve this issue, but I thought I'd bring it to your attention.
Thread: The chat box

I've set the timeout to 15 minutes instead of 2 - same as on Elliquiy I can add buttons for scrolling and audio but they'll have to come later. Much later would be history viewing
Thread: ++ The SafetyWord Doesn't Exist [1hinata28&&Evalan]

The house was small, unbearably small sometimes. The house consisted of a living room, a bathroom and a room attached to the north side of the house. Nick stood in the kitchen which was apart of the living room, his oldest child and his only son was standing bare assed leaned over the kitchen counter. His pale cheeks were colored a painful red. Ryan tried not to let the tears slip down his cheek and fall onto the counter, but the pain on top of the humiliation was just too much for him. He bit into his lower lip as his father brought down his large hand down upon his skin again. Nick finally pulled back his hand rubbing it almost thoughtfully, You like jerking off so much do you? Like playing with your little dick? Why dont you use it like a real man? Ryan couldnt look at his fathers face, it was unshaven and dirty and probably laughing. Ryan couldnt understand how his father had become like this, his mother used to boast about how handsome he was, but all Ryan saw was an out of shape middle aged man with some deeply disturbing issues. Ryan, however, was still young, some might even say attractive. He has light chestnut colored eyes and a rail thin body, which was pretty useless when it came to dealing with his father who probably had eighty pounds on him. Ryans tears began falling faster afraid of what his father was going to tell him force him to do. Nick reached his hand into his sons sandy blonde hair and pulled at its roots forcing Ryan to look at him.
Thread: Lord of Corruption

Othneal, Lord of corruption waited his eyes closed as he scryed over his servants upon the face of the earth. The normal things were continuing and it made him smile as he saw the world taking more and more to his way. Then his eye fell on her, and his smile widened. She was his special servant given to a special task he knew that she would succeed because their prey was already hooked it just needed a bit more time to grow. His hand reached out brushing through her hair, ??Well done my pet continue and you will be rewarded as I promised.? Quickly the demon lord left knowing that the innocent angle would soon be there.
Thread: For Love or Sin? [tempted_kitsune && Evalan]

Jade was old, very old in fact, from what she remembers she was born a human some time around the late fourteen hundreds. She didnt remember much about what being human was like, after all a measly forty-eight years seemed like nothing when she lived so much longer. It was like trying to remember your birth when your ninety years old. Although, she looked nothing older than twenty-nine, and over all she thought she looked damn fine. She stared in the mirror a few moments longer to apply lipstick to her lips and then left the small apartment. She was really out working tonight, she had an eternity of debt to repay Lucifer and it was either burn in hell or go get other people to burn in hell in your place. Jade was never much of a sympathetic soul and so the second choice seemed far more appealing. For the most part the job was easy in the 2000s people seemed so oblivious to the whole God and Satan deal that it made it much easier. The Atheists were probably the easiest they gave up their souls like pennies to homeless men. Probably because they didnt believe there was any risk. So thats what she was out doing tonight, hunting souls, at her favorite place too. She walked into De Crme which was a large club well known for their excellent bartenders. Drunken people at a club were easier than Atheists at an evolution lecture. Her small mouth pulled into a smile as they greeted her at the door, coming so often she no longer needed to show off her long legs to the bouncer to be accepted sometimes she did anyway, his soul was going to be burning in Hell long after this place was long gone, the least she could do was give him something to gawk at while he was still living.
Thread: [VforV] A Revolution Without Dancing

It was hard to not hear the news station at any time of day. In a small apartment, Helena was completely surrounded by other rooms which held paranoid followers of the party. Though her own telly was off, she could still hear in the background loud shouts of England prevailing, or whatever they yelled these days. At the age of twenty-three, she hadn't seen as much as others, but she did remember the acts of violence for her childhood. Before books and songs were banned, before food became more like processed cardboard. Oh these thoughts filled her mind every day, and she had to wonder if others thought of them too. Of course they did, but such things were not spoken of. In fact, most neighbors didn't speak at all anymore. But trying to mention things against the party was... dangerous. Shaking her head, the brunette tried to push these thoughts aside. Her long, loose curls framed her face ever so elegantly, and her light blue eyes made her face shine. She was quite a pretty girl, if she didn't try and hide it so. Normally she would throw her hair up into an ugly bun, wipe dark powder over her porcelain skin, try to make her face less attractive. But why would someone do this? Being different - pretty - was something her mother had talked down to when she was younger. Supposedly, it would make things harder in this new world. If you stood out, you would get attention. And that was the last thing anyone needed. It was more of a paranoia now, to keep herself looking average. Perhaps she herself had a few mental problems. Standing from her vanity seat, she grabbed a grey beret from the corner of her desk, and shoveled her hair into it. Loose locks fell, and she looked rather like a French orphan. Laughing at the idea, Helena pulled on a long black trench coat. Pourquoi est-ce que tout le monde entier d'accepter ce sort? It was illegal to speak French, and she knew it, but the accent of her mother still pushed her to tempt the law. Her parents hadn't been exact fighters of the new world, but they did not easily accept it. They always yelled at the telly, yapped at their friends about the evils of Sutler, but never something that would get them hurt. No, they were still safe in sound in western London, quietly arguing with the new ways. Slipping on a pair of older rainboots, she inspected herself in the mirror. Oh yes. Her thin figure was now hidden behind bulk, luscious locks tucked away, any sort of personality was hidden by baggage. It was safe to go out. House keys in hand, she exited the small apartment, locked the door, and headed into the streets. --- It was a little over half an hour later that she slipped into a small alley way. It was now dark outside, and she wasn't supposed to be out. But she had told her mother she would go to her home and help clean out the piles of junk that had accumulated over the years. It wasn't uncommon for people to slip out past curfew, but it was a punishable crime. Still, Helena didn't seem nervous as she walked through the dark streets, careful to keep herself in the dark shadows.
Thread: Computer probems

Ok so somebody accidentally tripped over my computer yesterday and totally screwed my hard drive, It won't even load to GRUB anymore. So, bascially, the only way I can use my computer at all is with my Ubuntu Live CD which sucks. I might try to get Knoppix for better functionality, but if I can't I probably won't be on too much until I acquire a new hard drive.
Thread: Computer probems

I wish you luck with your problem.
Thread: Computer probems

Well, I got Knoppix loaded now so at least I can still get online.
Thread: Computer probems

I'm at least glad to see that.
Thread: Computer probems

Hello Errybody, Sorry I've been gone so long and unexpectedly. Is Try still around or did he get screwed by the man?
Thread: Computer probems

Welcome back! And Try is in rehab until september.
Thread: Computer probems

Thanks Anji, and yeah I heard.
Thread: Searching ...

Good luck with your search hun.
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Thank you.
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BUMPERS.
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Here is a BUMP for you sweetie.
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heartofmidnight said Here is a BUMP for you sweetie. Click to expand... Thank you. 3 333
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BUMPERS
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abusive relationship?
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Are you interested in roleplaying it or something?
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Of course! Got any pics?
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Pictures of what exactly?
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A girl. Can be any decent pic of a sexy girl you can find.
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Oh, I don't use pictures. I just use descriptions. It has worked out for me so far anyways.
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Ok. I am also willing to do a Pokemon Trainer X Trainer, RP if you'd like.
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No sex with the Pokemon ... right?
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Nope, just two Trainers. I have a plot.
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Okay, hit me.
Thread: Culinary School

I'm going to be starting school soon and that is why I've been away. I'll continue to be away for a good while being classes are going to take up most of my day along with work and homework. so yeah I've been very busy and I'm going to be very busy for a good while.
Thread: Culinary School

Well, good luck with school.
Thread: Culinary School

As most of you know I've been going on about starting school but not knowing when well everything is official all the paperwork is signed I went to orientation and starting Friday I'm a college student studying culinary arts for my associates degree. My schedule is Friday 1230pm - 530pm for my first class for the day and 600pm - 900pm for my second class. Saturday 9am- 1200pm and 1230pm - 530pm for my second class. So weekends are going to be really busy for me not to mention my homework will involve cooking dishes and such so As much as I love roleplaying and writing stories My education comes first. I will be on the majority of the week but if I get absent for a few days you know why. I Just thought I should inform everyone so they don't think I left or abandoned the roleplays I'm in.
Thread: Wolf Den

31109 Why do I have to be, so bad at writing that almost no one understands me. It has gotten to the point I want to snap someone neck now, and I'm also getting tried of people assuming the opposite of what I feel about about a certain issue, or easy offend. Grr, I can't help it writing hard to for me, and don't come back with that crap that it easy all you gotta do is practice. I been practicing I can speak alot better then I write not everyone is born with the supreme talent for writing all of you assume that I have. Give me a break, I am doing the best I can, I use to type much worst then I do now, so get off my back. Go ahead, and comment, if you like that is unless you can't understand me then move on for all I care, I know not many like me on this site anyway. Like I wouldn't get that from all the people telling me to shut up, or from the people that just ignore me, just tell me to fuck up, I'm a nice guy.
Thread: Wolf Den

You have a few spelling, punctuation, and grammatical errors, but otherwise, you are doing fine. I can understand you perfectly.
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Notte you're one of the very few then, because mostly I get from people is I can't understand you.
Thread: Wolf Den

I am very adequate at understanding speech, word, thought, or deed. Your point does come across, if one can't understand it, then they need to learn to read better. Although, that might just be because I've seen writing much, much worse then yours. On top of that, I used to be a Teachers Aid in a special needs class.
Thread: Wolf Den

Yes, I see what you mean, and my writing was a lot worst then this. There is only, so much one person can do before you can't get any better then it is. I been trying since I been in high school without much luck.
Thread: Wolf Den

If you do not mind my asking, where are you from? You make it seem as if English is a second language.
Thread: Wolf Den

I'm African American, and I'm from Pennsylvania, USA. Yes, English is my first language I talk better then I write. I know more words through talking then I do writing. My area public school is one of the worst education places. They only focus on the pssa, and nothing more.
Thread: Wolf Den

I do not remember asking your ethnicity, but pointing that out and stating that you are indeed of certain color makes it seem as if you are putting your whole ethnic background down. When in fact, race does not determine the intelligence of one said individual, it is simply one said individual themselves that is able to ascertain their own level of intelligence. As for myself, I write better then I speak, however that is also due to a certain disorder. As per my writing abilities, I've read over thirty-five hundred books, and I am very fond of similes, metaphors, and rather all linguistic schemes and tropes. I have a very unique figure of speech.
Thread: Wolf Den

Don't get started on me. It was an assumption, which I should haven't done on that I apologize. Most people that ask me, if English is my first language then ask what race I am. Also, did you hear me say that? Because I'm black I never be as smart as the white people I think not. I'm not saying that writing has any link with anything about my race. Most of the people from my school can't write for crap. I love being black, and one of the absolute truths is I was born black, I'm going to live black, and I'm going to die black. My race has nothing to do with anything it my own personal short comings as a person that I'm this way.
Thread: Wolf Den

I understand you just fine, Wolfie. Though I think it's because I've been around you for quite some time, so I'm used to the errors and I can't inference what you're talking about. I think people just are use to seeing something correct all the time, that they can't really take thngs from context, or at least have trouble doing so.
Thread: Wolf Den

I don't want people to fill sad for me. That's not the point of this it is just a way for me to vent, and if anyone want to me I guess that okay?
Thread: Wolf Den

Update 31109 Go fuck yourself KNurse. I don't like you nor do I like most of you other elites bastard who talk to me like I'm a child and don't know what my problem is. I trying my best and for now, I done with roleplaying just to prove the rest of you wrong.
Thread: Wolf Den

Update 31109 I guess I can't stay mad for long at all I'm over whatever she say.
Thread: Wolf Den

31209 I've been a real ass over the last couple of days and I apology to all I have say things to. Being mad is no excuse for it and I need to find something to do to take up my time, so I'm not always sitting on my butt like this. I'm not going to be that person anymore now, I'm going back to the way I was a nice person and not getting mad over the internet. My action have been childish. Well, I've lost a few friend and I'm sorry and due apologize about my action to them. I'll name then, just in case any of them look here in my journal and they are butterfly0408, Luna, and PistolKiss. Well, either way it's my fault and I understand, if none of them ever talk to me again Sighs Why am I such a loser? Anyone reading this can go ahead and answer that, if they want here. I don't mind and I deserve any and all words.
Thread: Wolf Den

Also, anyone that reads my journal could you please give me some tips on how to write better? I'm desperate and I'm tried of writing like a money.
Thread: Wolf Den

31309 Gosh, I feel so depressed right now, I don't know why either. I feel so worthless as a human being, but that not the point nor does anyone care about that. So, I'm back down to one role play again, since one of my partners disappear, another one only posted when she remember about the role play, so I'm guessing she not really interested in it in the first place. The last one is my fault why she lost interested, but it not like anyone cares about that. Yes, I know they don't either way I'm doing this to make myself feel better.
Thread: Wolf Den

31509 What shall I do? Lately, I been so bored out my mind, since I'm only down to one rp partner now, and the rest given up on me. Well, I guess life not fair and it telling to me to get off my ass and do something else. I mean what are you going to do really? Roleplay partner do not fall out of the sky into your lap now. Maybe, I should fine something else to do.
Thread: Wolf Den

31709 Well, back to being me now, I like being nice I don't know why I last it. So, now I must address the issue of not having to many roleplay now, before doing something else. Gak, but whom to ask to rp with me? Oh well, it's not like I can't asked? What the worst that can happen they say no?