Theoneandowly
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Hiya!
I'm a little specific in what I am looking for. This is not to exclude people, but to ensure that the role-play works. I've been around role-playing long enough to know that if your writing styles don't match, your RP is doomed from the start.
So this is what I'm looking for:
These are some facts about me so you can decide if I seem like a good match :) :
Role-plays
Usually, I don't have any preplanned plots. This is not because I don't have ideas, but because I don't want to colour anything until we're in the planing zone. I have realised a flaw of mine is tending to plot my RP's too much in advance, to the point that I get too attached to my version. I will, however, list my preferred roleplays bellow.
If a role-play has a star, you will find that I do have some kind of itch to do an RP with that type of genre/fandom etc.
Pairings
These are the romantic pairings I'm willing to play. As stated before, love is not a staple in my RP's, only an optional part.
If your preferred pairing is not on here feel free to ask if it's possible to do.
Also, hit me up if you have anther genre/fandom you would like to RP. If I know it and/or like it, I might consider role-playing it.
Writing Sample
Since this is not a site where I have been roleplaying for a long time, my writing samples are not here. Instead, I will provide two in spoiler form instead of linking form, since I am not allowed to link to other roleplaying sites. Not only will this show how I write, but also a sample length of posts I enjoy doing.
Jeesh this got long and kinda rambly. Anyway, I hope I didn't scare people away. I promise I'm not too harsh, I'm just tired of having RP's die on me. :)
See you at the writing desk!
I'm a little specific in what I am looking for. This is not to exclude people, but to ensure that the role-play works. I've been around role-playing long enough to know that if your writing styles don't match, your RP is doomed from the start.
So this is what I'm looking for:
- I need you to have a good grasp of grammar and a good flow in your story. I will not use "semi-literate" or "literate" since I don't think that's fair if you're not a native English speaker. I will role-play with you even if you make small mistakes because so will I. My native language is not English so mistakes will occur.
- I need someone who writes AT LEAST two to three paragraphs per post. This is especially important in the beginning. The further we get in the role-play the more of our own rules we can make. I don't like the rules to feel suffocating, it's just a stepping stone to push the role-play off. However, unless otherwise decided, I don't like short replies.
- When it comes to posting frequency my expectations vary. I would love it if you could be frequent in your answers while planning the RP so that it doesn't take a month. Speaking of the actual role-play, I'm good with a couple of posts a week. My work schedule is sporadic and very hectic so sometimes I can post multiple times a day and sometimes it might take a few days.
- If you're feeling overwhelmed, either about the role-play or life in general, please just tell me. I'm fine if you want to quit the role-play, but it's just not fun waiting for something that does not appear. I will do the same. This also applies if you realize that this role-play isn't working for you or if you're having personal issues. I won't hound you, but if I don't get an answer in a week without an explanation, I will DM you. Feel free to do the same to me as well. :)
- I've never been in a successful group role-play so I do not want to do that. I might stretch myself to three people in a role-play, but not more than that.
- I don't double very often. This does not mean I won't do it. Just that it is not my natural inclination to suggest. If you want to double, you have to let me know.
- I'm comfortable playing both males and females. I am not a big fan of playing canon characters, however. I do have some exceptions but mostly I make new characters for each RP.
- When I make my characters I do not use pictures. I think those ruin the illusion. So if you role-play with me I ask you not to use reference pictures for your character, but use your words to describe what he/she looks like. I might be persuaded to bend this rule if we play more than one character each.
- I am into love in role-plays but, if not otherwise stated, I do not generally want to make it the main focus. I am more into angst, friendship or mission-based role-plays with love woven through it if it fits.
- I might have small ideas about the storyline but I want this to be a collaboration. Not a one-man job.
- I find that role-plays with a goal tend to be stronger. I'm fine with "slice-of-life" to an extent, but the storyline needs to move somewhere.
- I am not opposed to sexual encounters in RP's BUT it is not what I roleplay for. If the situation calls for it, I am open to it, but it is not something I look for.
These are some facts about me so you can decide if I seem like a good match :) :
- I've been role-playing for 50% of my life. I am now 23. You do the math. I'm a word person, not a numbers gal.
- Sanctum has not been my main RP site. I'm kind of new to role-playing on here so my way of doing things might be different than yours. Probably not in the actual RP but the planning and making of characters might be different.
- I'm from Sweden, so just keep in mind our hours might differ.
- I hold myself to a high standard. I'm aware I'm not the best writer, especially not in English, but that does not mean I don't try hard. Please point out if something in my writing bothers you for an extended amount of time and I will work on it.
- I have pretty severe anxiety so sometimes I get overwhelmed and that's ok. I will let anyone I role-play with know if things are getting to be too much and what the next step is.
- I'm a planner. I like to plot my roleplay throughout. If that's not your thing, then we can probably work something out but I need back-and-forth with the person I´m roleplaying with.
- I do have a limit as to how many RP's I take on at the same time. I like to put my focus onto the RP's I'm doing. So don't take offence if I reject you off the bat, it probably just means I'm full up at this time, and that I might get back to you if I get more time later.
Role-plays
Usually, I don't have any preplanned plots. This is not because I don't have ideas, but because I don't want to colour anything until we're in the planing zone. I have realised a flaw of mine is tending to plot my RP's too much in advance, to the point that I get too attached to my version. I will, however, list my preferred roleplays bellow.
If a role-play has a star, you will find that I do have some kind of itch to do an RP with that type of genre/fandom etc.
Gothic
Horror
Comedy
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Dystopian
*Contemporary fantasy
Mystery
Fairytale/Retelling
Horror
Comedy
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Dystopian
*Contemporary fantasy
Mystery
Fairytale/Retelling
*Harry Potter (I don't do Next Gen unless you have a great suggestion. Otherwise I'm open to most eras.)
*Buffyverse
Gilmore Girls
Stranger Things
Dollhouse
Warehouse 13
Eureka
Firefly
*Once Upon a Time/Disney (especially with a dark twist)
The Librarians
Torchwood
Twin Peaks (Old School)
Sleeping Giants
Narnia
*Buffyverse
Gilmore Girls
Stranger Things
Dollhouse
Warehouse 13
Eureka
Firefly
*Once Upon a Time/Disney (especially with a dark twist)
The Librarians
Torchwood
Twin Peaks (Old School)
Sleeping Giants
Narnia
Pairings
These are the romantic pairings I'm willing to play. As stated before, love is not a staple in my RP's, only an optional part.
If your preferred pairing is not on here feel free to ask if it's possible to do.
OC
M/M
F/F
F/M
* I have realised I prefer characters that are of the more calm and dry-witted sort. If the RP calls for an angry, butch girl/guy I will play it. My preference is however of the calmer variety.
M/M
F/F
F/M
* I have realised I prefer characters that are of the more calm and dry-witted sort. If the RP calls for an angry, butch girl/guy I will play it. My preference is however of the calmer variety.
I want to point out that I prefer using the world in fandom roleplays and not characters, but I have some exceptions that I am willing to entertain. They are few and far between, however, so if you have a suggestion or a craving, let me know. Oc's will always be preferred though.
Also, hit me up if you have anther genre/fandom you would like to RP. If I know it and/or like it, I might consider role-playing it.
Writing Sample
Since this is not a site where I have been roleplaying for a long time, my writing samples are not here. Instead, I will provide two in spoiler form instead of linking form, since I am not allowed to link to other roleplaying sites. Not only will this show how I write, but also a sample length of posts I enjoy doing.
Descending the stairs to the cells was just as thrilling this time as it had been the first time. The walls slightly damp, though the sun beamed outside as if it was going to set everything ablaze. Evie had to admit that it was refreshing to leave the scolding palace and replace it with a chilling descent into its guts. She loved these trips. Not just for the cooling effect it had, though a definite plus, but for the smallest sense of adventure it brought her.
When she'd mentioned the plan to her father he'd been less than convinced. Gregory Vale, though old fashioned, would not have had a child of his walk around uneducated. From an early age, he'd taught Evie everything he could think of. Reading, writing, math, politics, horseback riding and archery. He even taught her how to sew, though he made her promise not to tell anyone else about that. Given her stature, she was not required to learn any of this, her job was to behave prim and proper to one day marry one of the many suitors already at the door. So far she'd rejected all of them and so had her father. Since he'd realized she was a gifted student he'd been training her to take over after him in the event of his passing. This was highly irregular and had not been welcomed by his closest confidants. A woman ruler, they would certainly not have it. So instead he'd been training her in relations. Diplomacy and rhetoric was something she excelled at and the idea of a queen with convincing manners was a fair middle ground. Only her father's left-hand man was still grumbling about women knowing their place. In Evie's opinion, his place should be shoved up his own arse.
In any case, her training in the art of speaking and diplomacy required her to find a charity case to work on. Evie had been quick to find her ideal environment. Namely the man they'd brought in to the holding cell just days after her father had issued her task. He was perfect. Just the right person for her plans. See, Evie herself had no will to marry and act like the perfect wife as her husband led the country. She loved her lessons, but not because she wanted to rule or take over the kingdom, but because it taught her about the world.
Evie was stuck. All she ever desired was freedom and it was the only thing she was never permitted. If she went for a ride, a guard had to come with her. If she wanted a new dress, one of her maids would go to the town in her place to buy the fabric.
"We could not put the princess in danger my Lord" Mr Head-In-Arse would state, smirking at her behind her fathers back.
She felt more trapped every day. But then, the prisoner came. It took Evie no time to seize her chance. With some convincing ("There will be a guard outside the door at all times Papa, what can go wrong?") she'd gotten him to agree to the terms. Now a few months later she was stepping down to the cells yet again. Her skin prickling in the cold air and her heart beating fast.
"Evangeline darling" Her mother had drawled after breakfast that morning. "Why do you insist on taking those trips down to the dungeons, do you really think it's good for you to be among that filth?"
Her tone was bordering on disgusted as she looked at her daughter over the cross-stitch she was working on. Evie had smiled politely and put down her sewing.
"Oh mother, let's not squabble about this yet again." She had sighed theatrically.
They had had the same discussion every day for the last three weeks. It was their own, personal little play that had to be carried out each morning like clockwork. Her mother wasn't actually disgusted with her at all. Her eyes shone mischievously as her face was contorted into a scowl. Evie's own eyes shone right back, green with the signature specs of gold matching exactly.
"It's for the good of the country" She'd finished, the tiniest remnant of a smile still playing on her lips.
Even though she would never say it herself, Evie knew that her mother was proud of her, while simultaneously envying her for her opportunities. Though they'd never spoken about it, Evie had understood that she'd inherited her adventurous streak from her mother. She couldn't remember ever hearing her mother talking about anything exciting or out of the ordinary, but somewhere deep down Evie knew Genevieve Vale was not someone to discount.
Evie planted her feet on the solid ground, looking around at the cells. They were all empty except for one. She slowly made her way over to it, excited to see what he had for her today. She liked him. He was fascinating, yet he seemed to not understand it himself. Her eyes fell on him, his form casting shadows in the torchlight.
"Good afternoon Kane," she said as she placed herself on the little chair pulled up close to his cell door. "How are you today?"
When she'd mentioned the plan to her father he'd been less than convinced. Gregory Vale, though old fashioned, would not have had a child of his walk around uneducated. From an early age, he'd taught Evie everything he could think of. Reading, writing, math, politics, horseback riding and archery. He even taught her how to sew, though he made her promise not to tell anyone else about that. Given her stature, she was not required to learn any of this, her job was to behave prim and proper to one day marry one of the many suitors already at the door. So far she'd rejected all of them and so had her father. Since he'd realized she was a gifted student he'd been training her to take over after him in the event of his passing. This was highly irregular and had not been welcomed by his closest confidants. A woman ruler, they would certainly not have it. So instead he'd been training her in relations. Diplomacy and rhetoric was something she excelled at and the idea of a queen with convincing manners was a fair middle ground. Only her father's left-hand man was still grumbling about women knowing their place. In Evie's opinion, his place should be shoved up his own arse.
In any case, her training in the art of speaking and diplomacy required her to find a charity case to work on. Evie had been quick to find her ideal environment. Namely the man they'd brought in to the holding cell just days after her father had issued her task. He was perfect. Just the right person for her plans. See, Evie herself had no will to marry and act like the perfect wife as her husband led the country. She loved her lessons, but not because she wanted to rule or take over the kingdom, but because it taught her about the world.
Evie was stuck. All she ever desired was freedom and it was the only thing she was never permitted. If she went for a ride, a guard had to come with her. If she wanted a new dress, one of her maids would go to the town in her place to buy the fabric.
"We could not put the princess in danger my Lord" Mr Head-In-Arse would state, smirking at her behind her fathers back.
She felt more trapped every day. But then, the prisoner came. It took Evie no time to seize her chance. With some convincing ("There will be a guard outside the door at all times Papa, what can go wrong?") she'd gotten him to agree to the terms. Now a few months later she was stepping down to the cells yet again. Her skin prickling in the cold air and her heart beating fast.
"Evangeline darling" Her mother had drawled after breakfast that morning. "Why do you insist on taking those trips down to the dungeons, do you really think it's good for you to be among that filth?"
Her tone was bordering on disgusted as she looked at her daughter over the cross-stitch she was working on. Evie had smiled politely and put down her sewing.
"Oh mother, let's not squabble about this yet again." She had sighed theatrically.
They had had the same discussion every day for the last three weeks. It was their own, personal little play that had to be carried out each morning like clockwork. Her mother wasn't actually disgusted with her at all. Her eyes shone mischievously as her face was contorted into a scowl. Evie's own eyes shone right back, green with the signature specs of gold matching exactly.
"It's for the good of the country" She'd finished, the tiniest remnant of a smile still playing on her lips.
Even though she would never say it herself, Evie knew that her mother was proud of her, while simultaneously envying her for her opportunities. Though they'd never spoken about it, Evie had understood that she'd inherited her adventurous streak from her mother. She couldn't remember ever hearing her mother talking about anything exciting or out of the ordinary, but somewhere deep down Evie knew Genevieve Vale was not someone to discount.
Evie planted her feet on the solid ground, looking around at the cells. They were all empty except for one. She slowly made her way over to it, excited to see what he had for her today. She liked him. He was fascinating, yet he seemed to not understand it himself. Her eyes fell on him, his form casting shadows in the torchlight.
"Good afternoon Kane," she said as she placed herself on the little chair pulled up close to his cell door. "How are you today?"
Laura drew in a sharp breath as she made her way off the Quidditch pitch towards the Gryffindor team's changing rooms. The practice had not been great, in all honesty, it had been a disaster. They'd been missing a seeker, somehow the kid had already landed himself in detention. It was almost impressive how fast he managed to get himself in trouble. Ronald could not seem to get his crap together, and it didn't help that his sister was shining on the field. On top of that, Mel had acted as a lone beater as Peakes was out with some sort of flu.
As she entered the showers, she realized the rest of the team had already left, leaving her to mope in silence. This was her last year and she was going to make it count. It was the curse of the seniors to try to make their last year as perfect as possible, and Laura was no exception. The best team, the best grades and the best behaviour. That's why she hadn't scolded her team after the disaster she'd just witnessed, but only tried to cheer them up with a pep talk and then gone to take some rage laps around the course. How had Danny done it? She'd been the perfect team captain before leaving. Always getting the team to listen and keep their spirits up. She shook the thoughts of Danny out of her head. They were more confusing than she felt up to handle at the moment. She slipped out of her Quidditch attire and headed to the showers.
Twenty minutes later, smelling like lavender and lime, she made her way to the castle, duffel in hand. She loved Hogwarts in the twilight. The grounds seemed even more magical than they already were. It did help that a slight mist was settling over the grass and the trees were swaying in the chilly breeze. October was upon them and you could feel it in the air. The lights in the castle were glistening and a flock of owls swooped quietly overhead. She took the stairs in twos and entered through the huge doors, slightly shivering in her wet hair.
"Laura!" a voice sounded and she was suddenly wrapped in a bear hug. She pushed the offender off her a little awkwardly but gave him a big smile in return.
"Well hello to you too, Kirsch" she said, her lips drawn up in a slight smile. "Do you want to have dinner with us Gryffindors today?"
Kirsch's face brightened and suddenly they were both wandering into the dining hall, Kirsch carrying Laura's bag. Kirsch was like this big puppy that Laura had inherited from Danny. He was a bit crowding at times but he was loyal like... well... a dog. The eyes he'd given Laura when she'd assured him she could "carry her own bags thank you very much" was enough for her to let him take them from time to time. He needed her right now, and honestly, she kind of needed him to. When Danny left, not only had Laura lost a girlfriend, but one of her best friends. Sure, Perry and Laf were great, but they were wrapped up in their own different hobbies and houses. She had liked having a friend in the same house as her, though Kirsch was a good substitute.
She sat down next to Mel, who was eating a chicken wing with her hands. Turning away from that mess she started to pile food on her plate. The practice might have been a disaster but it had worked up an appetite and she was starving as she reached for the bowl of potatoes.
As she entered the showers, she realized the rest of the team had already left, leaving her to mope in silence. This was her last year and she was going to make it count. It was the curse of the seniors to try to make their last year as perfect as possible, and Laura was no exception. The best team, the best grades and the best behaviour. That's why she hadn't scolded her team after the disaster she'd just witnessed, but only tried to cheer them up with a pep talk and then gone to take some rage laps around the course. How had Danny done it? She'd been the perfect team captain before leaving. Always getting the team to listen and keep their spirits up. She shook the thoughts of Danny out of her head. They were more confusing than she felt up to handle at the moment. She slipped out of her Quidditch attire and headed to the showers.
Twenty minutes later, smelling like lavender and lime, she made her way to the castle, duffel in hand. She loved Hogwarts in the twilight. The grounds seemed even more magical than they already were. It did help that a slight mist was settling over the grass and the trees were swaying in the chilly breeze. October was upon them and you could feel it in the air. The lights in the castle were glistening and a flock of owls swooped quietly overhead. She took the stairs in twos and entered through the huge doors, slightly shivering in her wet hair.
"Laura!" a voice sounded and she was suddenly wrapped in a bear hug. She pushed the offender off her a little awkwardly but gave him a big smile in return.
"Well hello to you too, Kirsch" she said, her lips drawn up in a slight smile. "Do you want to have dinner with us Gryffindors today?"
Kirsch's face brightened and suddenly they were both wandering into the dining hall, Kirsch carrying Laura's bag. Kirsch was like this big puppy that Laura had inherited from Danny. He was a bit crowding at times but he was loyal like... well... a dog. The eyes he'd given Laura when she'd assured him she could "carry her own bags thank you very much" was enough for her to let him take them from time to time. He needed her right now, and honestly, she kind of needed him to. When Danny left, not only had Laura lost a girlfriend, but one of her best friends. Sure, Perry and Laf were great, but they were wrapped up in their own different hobbies and houses. She had liked having a friend in the same house as her, though Kirsch was a good substitute.
She sat down next to Mel, who was eating a chicken wing with her hands. Turning away from that mess she started to pile food on her plate. The practice might have been a disaster but it had worked up an appetite and she was starving as she reached for the bowl of potatoes.
It had been blazing hot all day. Even now, as the sun was beginning to set and a breeze swept through the thick, dark brown hair of the woman walking up to the brick building before her, sweat was beading down her forehead. For the one-millionth time that day, Cat Hopper was cursing herself for wearing all black. Not that her wardrobe could accommodate anything different, but still.
She was on her way to the evening shift at the local bookshop. Well, the local magical bookshop that was. She'd been working part-time at "The Spell Emporium" for the last two years. It helped that the opening hours were of the latish variety. It meant that she could get there when classes ended and work until midnight. Besides, it didn't hurt that she was a practising Wicca surrounded by all the spellbooks she could ever wish for.
"Leave the outside world outside," she mumbled to herself as she took the stone steps to the shop door two at a time, meanwhile turning her phone to airplane mode.
The soft chime of the bell greeted her as she pushed the door open. She was met with the familiar smell of old books and a mixture of different spices. Even if incantations and spells where forbidden in the shop, most people tended to ignore that rule. Some lovesick human wandering in trying to draw up a spell circle and expecting it to work was not uncommon. It, more often than not, resulted in a catastrophe, regardless of the spell's success or failure. Therefore, spices were not an uncommon smell; especially since the customers usually smelled faintly of them as well.
Instead of heading back to the employee office, Cat jumped on the cash counter and slid over it. She'd done this every day since she'd started working at the Emporium. Instead of going through a bunch of locks to get to the cash register, she´d set up a few protection spells to ward off thieves or vandals. She did have a tendency to disregard the 'no spells' rule even though she knew that the owner, Mr Davies did not like her to do so.
"Let's see how many customers have been in so far today..." She muttered and flipped open the logbook.
The Spell Emporium kept all their records of sales in written form and Mr Davies would not budge on the matter. He said that a computer in the front of the store would "bother the flow of the room". Cat knew that that was a bunch of crap and just an excuse for him to not have to learn the workings of such a modern invention. He had, however, budged a little and let Cat put one of her father's old computers in the back of the store for inventory purposes. Secretly Cat was glad that the integrity of the shop was intact, but a computer at the registry would have made her life much easier.
There was a soft ruffling of curtains and a bearded man in his late sixties walked out from the back of the shop.
"Oh good, you're here!" Mr Davies said absentmindedly. His eyes were glued to an old volume of the Warchire Scrolls, which he had opened to somewhere in the middle.
"Cat reporting for duty, Sir yes Sir!" Cat answered in a mockingly strict tone, saluting him and knocking her heavy military boots together. She laughed as he finally looked up at her with a dazed expression and immediately gave her a once over.
"Cat, you know I appreciate the whole 'Woe-Is-Me-I'm-Dark-And-Mysterious' look you've got going on for you." He said, his forehead wrinkled slightly above the thickly brimmed glasses. "It really does, as you would say, "vibe" with the aesthetic of the shop. But sometimes I think it hurts your social life, especially on days like this."
He gestured to the black skinny jeans and tank top she was wearing and then out the window where the sun was still beaming down. Cat couldn't help but smile. Times like these it was obvious that Mr Davies grew up in a different time. She had never had trouble making friends, despite her alternative clothing choices. People just seemed to care less and less about how you dressed, as long as you had followers on social media. She rolled her eyes.
"Nah, don't worry about me, Mr D," Cat said putting on a fake smile and morphing her voice and accent to that of a Valley Girl. "Being social is like so overrated anyways." She continued, having to bite her tongue not to laugh at the confused expression on Mr Davies face. "All the cool kids hang out in dingy bookshops now. It's way hipster."
"I understood virtually nothing of what you just said." Mr Davies sighed with a slight shake of his head. He put the book down on the counter in front of Cat and gestured towards his briefcase on the floor beside her. She gave it to him and then turned the logbook to face him.
"Besides," she said in a reprimanding tone "I'd worry more about these sales numbers than my social life if I were you. Do you sell anything when I'm not here?" She looked down at the single scribbled sales note and sighed loudly.
"Well, I think you might get more customers as soon as the sun's gone down." He gave her a meaningful look which made Cat stifle a giggle.
They sometimes played this game where they hinted at the supernatural creatures that frequented the store, but pretended as though the other was totally oblivious to this fact. Mr Davies started to head for the door. "Also, you're a much better salesman than I am Miss Katya, that's why you're my favourite employee."
"See, that would be sweeter if I wasn't your only employee!" Cat called after him. The bell chimed, the door swung shut and he winked at her through the window before he headed to his car.
Cat immediately reached for a drawer underneath the counter. She pulled it open and picked up a tattered, old notebook which she flipped through. In it was line after line of spells and incantations that Cat had compiled in an easy to read manner. She jumped up on the counter again and put the notebook on her crossed legs. Dusk was her favourite time in the shop. It was late enough that humans were heading home for the day but still too light for vampires and most demons. She settled in for an hour of studying before the actual work would begin.
She was on her way to the evening shift at the local bookshop. Well, the local magical bookshop that was. She'd been working part-time at "The Spell Emporium" for the last two years. It helped that the opening hours were of the latish variety. It meant that she could get there when classes ended and work until midnight. Besides, it didn't hurt that she was a practising Wicca surrounded by all the spellbooks she could ever wish for.
"Leave the outside world outside," she mumbled to herself as she took the stone steps to the shop door two at a time, meanwhile turning her phone to airplane mode.
The soft chime of the bell greeted her as she pushed the door open. She was met with the familiar smell of old books and a mixture of different spices. Even if incantations and spells where forbidden in the shop, most people tended to ignore that rule. Some lovesick human wandering in trying to draw up a spell circle and expecting it to work was not uncommon. It, more often than not, resulted in a catastrophe, regardless of the spell's success or failure. Therefore, spices were not an uncommon smell; especially since the customers usually smelled faintly of them as well.
Instead of heading back to the employee office, Cat jumped on the cash counter and slid over it. She'd done this every day since she'd started working at the Emporium. Instead of going through a bunch of locks to get to the cash register, she´d set up a few protection spells to ward off thieves or vandals. She did have a tendency to disregard the 'no spells' rule even though she knew that the owner, Mr Davies did not like her to do so.
"Let's see how many customers have been in so far today..." She muttered and flipped open the logbook.
The Spell Emporium kept all their records of sales in written form and Mr Davies would not budge on the matter. He said that a computer in the front of the store would "bother the flow of the room". Cat knew that that was a bunch of crap and just an excuse for him to not have to learn the workings of such a modern invention. He had, however, budged a little and let Cat put one of her father's old computers in the back of the store for inventory purposes. Secretly Cat was glad that the integrity of the shop was intact, but a computer at the registry would have made her life much easier.
There was a soft ruffling of curtains and a bearded man in his late sixties walked out from the back of the shop.
"Oh good, you're here!" Mr Davies said absentmindedly. His eyes were glued to an old volume of the Warchire Scrolls, which he had opened to somewhere in the middle.
"Cat reporting for duty, Sir yes Sir!" Cat answered in a mockingly strict tone, saluting him and knocking her heavy military boots together. She laughed as he finally looked up at her with a dazed expression and immediately gave her a once over.
"Cat, you know I appreciate the whole 'Woe-Is-Me-I'm-Dark-And-Mysterious' look you've got going on for you." He said, his forehead wrinkled slightly above the thickly brimmed glasses. "It really does, as you would say, "vibe" with the aesthetic of the shop. But sometimes I think it hurts your social life, especially on days like this."
He gestured to the black skinny jeans and tank top she was wearing and then out the window where the sun was still beaming down. Cat couldn't help but smile. Times like these it was obvious that Mr Davies grew up in a different time. She had never had trouble making friends, despite her alternative clothing choices. People just seemed to care less and less about how you dressed, as long as you had followers on social media. She rolled her eyes.
"Nah, don't worry about me, Mr D," Cat said putting on a fake smile and morphing her voice and accent to that of a Valley Girl. "Being social is like so overrated anyways." She continued, having to bite her tongue not to laugh at the confused expression on Mr Davies face. "All the cool kids hang out in dingy bookshops now. It's way hipster."
"I understood virtually nothing of what you just said." Mr Davies sighed with a slight shake of his head. He put the book down on the counter in front of Cat and gestured towards his briefcase on the floor beside her. She gave it to him and then turned the logbook to face him.
"Besides," she said in a reprimanding tone "I'd worry more about these sales numbers than my social life if I were you. Do you sell anything when I'm not here?" She looked down at the single scribbled sales note and sighed loudly.
"Well, I think you might get more customers as soon as the sun's gone down." He gave her a meaningful look which made Cat stifle a giggle.
They sometimes played this game where they hinted at the supernatural creatures that frequented the store, but pretended as though the other was totally oblivious to this fact. Mr Davies started to head for the door. "Also, you're a much better salesman than I am Miss Katya, that's why you're my favourite employee."
"See, that would be sweeter if I wasn't your only employee!" Cat called after him. The bell chimed, the door swung shut and he winked at her through the window before he headed to his car.
Cat immediately reached for a drawer underneath the counter. She pulled it open and picked up a tattered, old notebook which she flipped through. In it was line after line of spells and incantations that Cat had compiled in an easy to read manner. She jumped up on the counter again and put the notebook on her crossed legs. Dusk was her favourite time in the shop. It was late enough that humans were heading home for the day but still too light for vampires and most demons. She settled in for an hour of studying before the actual work would begin.
Jeesh this got long and kinda rambly. Anyway, I hope I didn't scare people away. I promise I'm not too harsh, I'm just tired of having RP's die on me. :)
See you at the writing desk!
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