"Elegance can be often misinterpret by pearl necklaces, black hard sole shoes and a tall glass of Perignon. But really elegance is simplicity can and often times simplicity is seen as boring. Thus elegance is sometimes just boredom in pearl necklaces, hard sole hoes and a tall glass of Perignon" -Amy LeeIIIIIIVIVBooks are like simple knocks on the doors of our imaginations.
You can go and venture, or you could revert. and head for the gate.
"Elegance can be often misinterpret by pearl necklaces, black hard sole shoes and a tall glass of Perignon. But really elegance is simplicity can and often times simplicity is seen as boring. Thus elegance is sometimes just boredom in pearl necklaces, hard sole hoes and a tall glass of Perignon" -Amy Lee●●●●●Books are like simple knocks on the doors of our imaginations.
You can go and venture , or you could revert. and head for the gate.
Mun/Tomato Note:
[ I am glacially slow with replies these days since university schedules, work schedules and other more schedules to take in mind. With that being said I am kinda sorta more active in AIM just drop yours in my ask box ( which is always open for plotting or just you wanna talk cuite! ) but if really needed to be contact Kakao is the best way. But keep in mind it is an OOC account until needed to be e.g if I really cant be on AIM or tumblr I will roleplay there.
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Star had never been once for socializing, but this was turning out to be a bit better than she could have ever thought. She had played out ever possible worse scenario in her mind and this didn’t even come close to those. It was better. Much better. The vibration of her phone has her rolling to back to her device and she quickly unlocks the screen. A light laugh falls from her lips at the other’s response and thinks that maybe this could actually lead to a new friendship.
「text→ unknown」 but i speak the truth, my friend
「text→ unknown」 very true. i’ll give you that one.
「text→ unknown」 ah, and here i was hoping to meet my future killer. maybe next time?
「text→ unknown」 just a bit… but there’s nothing wrong with that i suppose. i can be a bit morbid at times too.
「text→ unknown」 next question! you’re not a kid right? i will cry if you are.
Rereading her reply to the stranger causing for her eyes to blink. Seems like the books she are affecting her vocabulary again, like before. She now worries it will affect on how this interaction will go.
“So I guess I’ll be a little a little morbid every once and a while– nothing wrong with that.. ”
A small sigh if relief passed her lips as she got the reply
[ ✉ —xxx ] oh well then your kindness is much appreciated kind stranger
[ ✉ —xxx ] i think im swooning–
[ ✉ —xxx ] maybe next time we we’ll cross paths with them???
[ ✉ —xxx ] a kid at heart! i mean if that counts tho–
Flopping back onto her bed, she lets herself slowly sink into the warm covers as she waits for a response. She really doesn’t know where she’s going with this and sincerely hopes the stranger can make up for her lack of social skills. Or at least has a little mercy on how awkward she probably seems. Any further thoughts are shaken from her mind as her phone begins to vibrate once again.
The first message has her lips curling into an amused smile, but the last one has her snorting.
「text→ unknown」 ah, i don’t think anyone could beat you…. tragic…
「text→ unknown」 a serial killer? pretty scary scenario you have there
「text→ unknown」 unfortunately i’m going to have to shatter that scenario as i am not a serial killer. sorry to disappoint (ι´Д｀)ﾉ
「text→ unknown」 now i must return the question. are /you/ a serial killer?
Treating herself to a warm drink as the weather outside started to drop. Gathering all of the things scattered around the table before setting the drink on the table and silence fell into the room only to be broken with a chime from the device. Letting out a small chuckle as she read the respond, meeting new people over different ways of communications was new to her. She wasn't sure to where this will end up precisely
[ ✉ —xxx ] ahh well you’re just being too kind now–
[ ✉ —xxx ] well you never know anymore with the psychopaths and high-functioning sociopaths on the streets
[ ✉ —xxx ] well then i just have to keep the odea alive and wait for my serial killer to come to me-
[ ✉ —xxx ] sadly im not one– i sure do sound really morbid dont i???
As she read through the returning messages, she couldn’t help but make a quiet and heartbreaking whimper. Had the older girl forgotten their dinner date? Or had she herself mixed up the dates? Either way, she was relieved to see that someone was on the way— just as soon as she finished sending the address.
[ text » slaylee ] A RESTAURANT I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT FOR A LONG LONG TIME EVER AGAIN TT_____TT
[ text » slaylee ] I’m in the 3rd stall btw
[ text » slaylee ] this is so embarrassing DON’T TELL ANYONE
As soon as she got to her vehicle she scrolled through her calendar and saw the dinner wasn’t for another few days. A small fit of laughter couldn’t help but escape her lips as the engine roared alive. Giving out a quickly reply for she knew where her destination it now and drove off.
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[ ✉ — soyu babes ] alright, im on my way just sit still???? idkanymore
a subtle sigh of relief escaped from his lips as a dainty smile curled upon his lips. “ i would not be opposed to doing it again , if dear miss grants it . " he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, reminiscing the sweet taste his tongue professed as it had ran along her lip. the male coughed into his fist; hunger had planted itself in the pit of his stomach. " too long , some would say . it would be dishonesty to say that i have not felt remorse for not catching your name , miss … ? " he bowed down, an arm extended towards her.
A small chuckle the reader’s lips upon hearing the other’s retort. Shaking her head gently as the incident replayed itself in her head once more, causing for her to divert her eyes away from his; just for a brief moment and lets out a reply. ❝ Oh well uhm.. I didnt expect that answer to be but I guess well see in the future..❞ She trailed of her words only to end them with a gently shrug. Her lips curled into smile after returning the bow and reached out to accept his hand and gently shook it, slightly astonished how intimate the two got without even knowing each other’s name. ❝ Right, Amy.. Just Amy, and your name sir? ❞
— (noun, 1623-1691) A lost word, latibule is defined as a hiding place, a space where one finds solace. This hiding spot serves to give you warmth and comfort. No soul can find you here, unless you reveal your hidden treasure. A latibule is not limited to a physical room; it could be your blog, your poetry, your mind, or somewhere far more secretive. Be wary of those you confide to about your latibule, only disclose such parts of your heart to those worthy. (via wordsnquotes)
Given Name: Amy ( beloved ) Lee [ FC: Ailee ] Birthday: May 30, 1992 Birthplace: Denver, Colorado,USA Nationality: Korean-American
Prologue: [ Main verse ]
Growing up the girl, who always had a book in hand, never felt she belonged in her parents' world. The lifestyle she grew up with, her parents' lifestyle, are what most people aim for in life; the shiny cars and expensive clothes all of it and more was given to her in a silver platter. Her parents gave what ever her heart desired and more but it she had always preferred the simple things in life. She appreciated when the soft sound of raindrops on the ledge of her window helped her sleep more than the grand canopy she had in her room where she slept; she favored the smell of old book pages or the scent of a newly opened book more that Channel no.5; she preferred her dirt stain feet more that the designer shoes she was often forced to wear.
But alas like what her grandmother used to tell eveybody; "She's like the wind, you can never really tie her down in one place; she was meant to be free." As soon as she had enough, enough with the fake smiles, the fake relationship, the lies and ended up hurting more than what was obvious. Moving back to Korea to find her own independence and writing her own story.
Prologue: [ Supernatural verse ]
Hunting things, the family business; these are the words drilled into her head since the that frightful night when her mother was killed by an unknown creature and her father drove him into an unhealthy obsession to find and kill the creature. Following each order she was given to the T, making her the perfect little soldier her father needed her to be, especially on hunts. She learned how to hunt, track and fight off things that most people believed only to exist in their nightmares thinking that just by simple turning on the lights this creatures would disappear. She knew better. Family is something she always had, its was all she had. In a life where they can't stay at one place for more than a few weeks all she ever had was her little brother but not all good things last-- she would never have imagine in all of her dreams and nightmares that her little brother would leave their side, but he did.
After 2 years she has left her little brother alone to live the life he wanted but once their father didn't come home after an unusual number of days for a hunt with no contact; she had no choice but to go to Korea and ask some help. Luck seemed not to be on her side once again, events unfolded that caused alot of heartache making both of the sibling to be on the road.
