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Quinn Fox 08-Dec-21 02:40 PM

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Species: Sinoorian The Sinoorian is a very hard race to pin down. Their secrecy keeping them alive among the supernatural worlds. It’s easier to be a ‘gifted human’ and fit into the local scenes than it is to be ogled for your rarity. Sinoorian come in all shapes, sizes, races, religions. The onl...

Mackenzie BOT 08-Dec-21 02:42 PM

Mackenzie slid off her bed and pulled the power chord off the bottom shelf under her television and unplugged everything. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. “Okay: TV.” Her palms started to glow as the TV turned on. She opened one eye as she exhaled slowly. Another heavy breath in and she dared to open both eyes without frying her electronics. Her Xbox turned on and the controller powered up without batteries. Mackenzie had practiced this for a while and had the fried electronics to prove it. She figured she should stop while she could still feel accomplished. “Food’s on the stove.” Shalini knocked on the door and took her bowl into her room. As far as roommates went she was perfect. Just enough intrusion to have a simple relationship but not so much that Mackenzie would ever really have to tell her what was going on. Neither one of them liked the idea of dorm life: A bunch of not even twenty one year olds trying to find someone old enough to buy them booze. The third room went unused most semesters. It was hard to find a good roommate. They both just needed someone to split bills and chores with, and that was all Mackenzie really wanted. “Thanks.” She yelled back and stretched off the floor. The longer she played cards the less mind-numbing it became. Two rounds and an empty bowl left her looking around her room again. The knot in her chest had settled into a minor anxiety. She stripped out of Jeans and looked through her workout clothes. Maybe if she worked through some of this nervous energy she could get some sleep tonight. Quarter length shorts matched her black Under Armour tank top. Push-ups and sit ups in her room wouldn’t require much more. Re-runs droned on in the background as she counted out her reps.

After straightening her bed and putting her laptop away the time mocked her at just barely one a.m. Maybe running would help. There wasn’t a lot left she really wanted to do. It would definitely be better cardio and she had waited long enough after eating. A neon green hoodie hung from the hook on her closet door. Walking at night was enough of a pass time to have bought high-vis clothing. For the twenty minutes it took to charge her MP3 player she stretched. About six blocks away the loop around the pond in the park was exactly the distance of a 5K. There were even marks spray painted on the path from races held there. Tall pine trees lined most of the path and green hills always overwhelmed the city smell. There was only so long you could inhale car exhaust and fast food odors before really missing trees and grass. One car sat in one of the far parking lots but other than that no one came to the park at night. Most likely because it was technically trespassing, but those signs were meant for vandals. Runner would just be asked to politely move on. Two laps at a light jog seemed to work enough energy out to start thinking about heading home. One more cool-down lap to finish the playlist and then hopefully sleep. Tired sore legs dragged her slow pace back to the house. Headphones drown out panting and she’d finally burned off enough energy for a while. A loud screech and she poured any energy she had left into the arms trying to lift her from behind. Her phone clattering to the ground fried as the arms tensed and fell away. Before she could fully turn darkness dulled her vision and the sound of a car faded to silence.

Sometime later the sinking migraine on the side of her head pulled her vision back and she groaned. She laid all twisted up in the center of a small room, a cell? With a frown she pushed herself up to seated and rubbed her face. At least she had all her clothes… even if she didn’t have shoes or anything else. The dull ache drawing her hands to rub her face and mutter. “What the fuck.” She spoke to no one in particular. Blurry vision leaving the room dark. Eventually, sitting in silence the far off noises of a party of some sort barely audible. She got up stumbling around feeling the walls and surroundings. Please have bars. A window. She swallowed the panic long enough to hope for anything that conducted electricity. That’s right the first guy. He had to have been close to death… Heels clicked down stairs far off in the darkness with another set of steps. Maybe a man? Two people. She drew in a deep breath. She could handle two people… Right?

Quinn Fox 08-Dec-21 02:47 PM

Looking for A male OC to RP with. The questions in the Gen chat says she's of value in some way. A little bit of everything. I dont mind smutt but I like it to make sense. Pretty open to most ideas that come out of the starter... or taking it in a direction that interests you.

What to expect from me: At least a few responses a day, I tend to match character count of who Im writing with.