Hey world! Tis I! Ginx Xii!
Little bit about myself...
Name: Ginx
Age: ..... *pleads the fifth*
Gender: see avitar, lol
Hobby(ies): Writing, reading, drawing, hanging out with friends
I've got some sites, so check them out!
http://pokeballs.dollclique.com/chat.php
Info- Another chat site, really cool.
http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=Hopeless_Dream
Info- Vampire rpg. Pretty awesome place.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/955818/
Info- My FF.net stuff! It's got my stories too, lol.
http://www.hauntingechoes.com/
Info- Another kewl chat/rp site. (I'm just all about rps... aren't I?)
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That's about it for now, but here's a clip from an rp I'm doin' with my friend Aziza:
She swung her feet down off the sofa and onto the floor, it connected with a loud -thud- sound as if thunder had awakened within the tavern, though it was a clear night with a sky full of stars. She tried her best to smile as sweetly and warmly as she could, but years of cold-blooded murders and nights filled with strangled chorus' of her victims screaming made her smile wicked. A smirk of the coldest kind.
Though on this occasion she was trying to present herself minus her cold heart; unfortunately, that wasn't easy with her experiences. Gazing over at the other female for another moment she didn't wait for a reply, due to the other's state of tiredness of course, she stood and walked over with a thick blanket in hand.
"There are rooms for you to sleep in, but it looks to me ya might just drop dead on the walk to one. So here." She laid the blanket atop the other woman, being careful of the cat on her lap as she did this. There was a change in accent in her last words, it dropped from polite up-town speak to a southern, down-home slight drawl. Oh yes, this one definitely had connections to the southern states and it showed through her words and her voice.
"Don't let the chill bite ya too hard, miss. It's harder to warm up if yer blue." She winced a bit after she finished, ashamed she couldn't keep herself from speaking with her accent. Trying to shrug it off she smiled again then walked back to her sofa, sitting down and taking a novel from a deep pocket of her cargo jeans.
She cracked it open to somewhere in the near middle and begins reading silently to herself and without a word, she has deemed herself watcher over this girl she just blanketed. She didn't know that's what she did, but that's exactly what she was doing. Never before had she felt the need to play protector for anyone, but yet here she was doing just that. She didn't think about it and just kept reading.
Once a heavy sleeper, the girl wouldn’t have woken up if the dead rose to slaughter the living. But now, after living out on the streets for so long, her senses her sharp as a feline’s. She awoke at the other’s hoarse beginning of ‘hello’. She kept her eyes closed, not entirely sure she wanted to speak to the woman who’s scent smelled of whiskey and blood. The thudding of her boots hitting the floor made the girl almost wince, it was loud, even to her; like the sound of thunder after lightning’s bold strike.
The other woman’s voice slightly startled the girl, making her almost open her eyes to look her over. The voice... almost like the eyes... were windows into another’s soul. Her voice sounded so... harsh, but the words so unusually compationate.
Resisting the urge to open her eyes, the girl sat there, feigning sleep as she listened to the other’s slightly southern-sounding words. The blanket suddenly dropped onto her was a sorta pleasant surprise. When she realized the other woman had sat back down and had pulled out a book, she cracked open her eyes, glancing at the other woman curiously.
When nothing else happened, she deemed it quiet enough to fall back asleep, ready to jump up at any moment in the future to defend herself.
Before drifting into The Lands of Nothingness, known to others as sleep, she knew that there was much that needed done. Her cat fed, her daggers cleaned from their last fight; oh yes, so much that needed done. She slowly ran her right hand down the cat’s furry back, wishing thoughtfully that she knew whether to trust the elder woman.
When she was sure that she had heard book pages turning, she opened her eyes wider, intent on getting to know what the other looked like. Very much ‘in-tune’ with her accent, the woman looked like a cowgirl... well almost... there was something nearly sinister about it, even if it looked normal.....
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