Post by Sloane Hannelore on Jul 11, 2010 15:00:28 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS SLOANE HANNELORE AND I AM 20 YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M AN ADULT AND I WAS BORN ON 19/SEPTEMBER/1865 IN WHALES. MY NATIONALITY IS IRISH/GERMAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE CHRISTINA HENDRICKS. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM CLEVER, A TOMBOY, STUDIOUS, and PASSIONATE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY RAE.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Old Haven, it was not the best place to be after dark, but Talbot figured she was cutting it fairly close. The sky was a twilight mixture of cool grays and violet, the smallest hint of blue sky darkening as the sun began to set beneath the horizon. Still light lingered, and though some threats didn't need the darkness to attack it didn't really hurt to have the visibility. In the daytime the old part of the city looked sad, left untouched since the battle there. The buildings abandoned, all life gone...and now as evening set it and the shadows began to creep Talbot couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of her neck prick up.
Behind what had been the old church was the graveyard, the vast land filled with polished head stones and beautiful mausoleums that created a maze of paths along the ground, the bodies of those lost to the world beneath it. A morbid place within the borders of a dangerous ghost town, only bad memories lay in this place. Talbot however tried to shake away the darkness whenever she came here to clear away the withered old bouquet of daisies and carnations that she left every visit on the very grave that had chained her to this city.
"It's about time I go Lillian..." Talbot mumured, rising up out of her kneeling position in front of the tall headstone, a small picture behind clouded glass showing the never aging face of the ghost she spoke to. Very few knew about her trips out this way to the graves, spending hours just talking to the air as if somewhere someone was listening. Pushing away the pink and brown curls from her face she leaned in and placed a small kiss on the photo before pulling away, readjusting the worn, brown leather jacket she wore over the white dress shirt and jeans. Hesistating to leave her spot that she'd spent so much time at the slayer slowly began to turn away, still speaking if only to herself, "I'll see you next week." A wistful smile pulling at her lips as she made her way back up towards the church, her motorcycle perched up along side the old brick building.
The last of the light began to fade, the shadows growing out towards Talbot as she grabbed up her helmet. For a moment she froze, her eyes scanning the terrain around her for any signs that she'd stayed too long...her breath soft and shallow as she listened for a moment longer. Once she felt like she'd timed it right the girl began to pack up, ready to leave this graveyard of a city.
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