Month: August 2015

((CLOSED RP)) Marshall&Jinx:THE TUTOR

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Wednesday morning. She walked down the street in ripped skinny jeans a dark green tank top and fitted worn hoodie. Her hair braided over her shoulder.
She pushed her large framed glasses up on her face, listening to her music as she walked to school. Her tattered shoulder bag clung to her. On this dark muggy morning. Humming along as she walked onto school grounds.
The school itself aged and yet homey. More so to her then her own home.

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Marshall didnt always show up to school early but today was somehow different than the rest of them.
He needed to get a book he had forgotten then night before.
He was already failing most of his classes and he was tired of being caught cheating. He attempted to try again to get something right this time around.

Jinx walked into the halls unplugging her headphones from her ears she looked down the slowly filling tiled hallway.
She caught glimpse of a familiar figure entering and pushing past her. Though she was shocked he was so early to school.
Marshall…Marshall-lee, cool kid. Snob, a bully for the most part, especially to jinx. She watched him scurry down the halls and raised a velvet red eyebrow through her glasses.
“What was he doing here?” She asked to herself.

He stopped by his locker and hastily placed in his combination.
Pulling open his locker he pulled out of his book and tucked it under his arm.
Not noticing Jinx he rushed to the empty cafeteria to complete homework he forgot.

Jinx passed him as he went to his locker. Getting a head start in the cafeteria. She mindlessly sat at a round table in the large spacious common/eating area.
As she sat down she pulled out a book from her bag. Setting her bag behind her on the back of the chair she leaned her elbows onto the table paying no mind to the teenage boy running into the room as she began to read

((CLOSED RP)) Marshall&Jinx:THE TUTOR

marshal-lee-the-vamp-king:

ocs-and-company:

Wednesday morning. She walked down the street in ripped skinny jeans a dark green tank top and fitted worn hoodie. Her hair braided over her shoulder.
She pushed her large framed glasses up on her face, listening to her music as she walked to school. Her tattered shoulder bag clung to her. On this dark muggy morning. Humming along as she walked onto school grounds.
The school itself aged and yet homey. More so to her then her own home.

marshal-lee-the-vamp-king

Marshall didnt always show up to school early but today was somehow different than the rest of them.
He needed to get a book he had forgotten then night before.
He was already failing most of his classes and he was tired of being caught cheating. He attempted to try again to get something right this time around.

Jinx walked into the halls unplugging her headphones from her ears she looked down the slowly filling tiled hallway.
She caught glimpse of a familiar figure entering and pushing past her. Though she was shocked he was so early to school.
Marshall…Marshall-lee, cool kid. Snob, a bully for the most part, especially to jinx. She watched him scurry down the halls and raised a velvet red eyebrow through her glasses.
“What was he doing here?” She asked to herself.

((CLOSED RP)) Marshall&Jinx:THE TUTOR

Wednesday morning. She walked down the street in ripped skinny jeans a dark green tank top and fitted worn hoodie. Her hair braided over her shoulder.
She pushed her large framed glasses up on her face, listening to her music as she walked to school. Her tattered shoulder bag clung to her. On this dark muggy morning. Humming along as she walked onto school grounds.
The school itself aged and yet homey. More so to her then her own home.

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“I don’t care who started it! You don’t hit people.”

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Jackie (R1403)

The Blonde looked at her with anguish in her eyes, “You can’t be serious?!” She exclaimed

“Do you remember what your life was like before you and Rose became sisters?”

She nodded yes solemnly. “I-i do…. M-my pa-rents d-died wh-en I-I w-was you-ng” she said her stutter intensifying. Her eyes blinked and she bobbed her head as she started to struggle more with speaking.

He turned around and and hugged her gently.

She was surprised at him hugging her. But she hugged him back. Nuzzling his neck. “M-y m-mom d-ied a-at bir-birth. M-my d-dad d-died af-after h-he go-t s-sick” she said. “I w-was I-in th-the fos-ter h-omes f-for 2 y-years” she said softly. The struggle to speak worsening

“I see,” he said softly.

She looked up at him. She blushed deep red, “I-I’m s-sorry”

“It’s fine,” he said calmly, “I want to comfort you when I hear this type of thing.”

She blushed even more and hugged him tighter. Sighing, small tears streaked her face.

Miraak looked at the two in the kitchen and raised a brow curiously, then turned to Rose. “Did she always have the stutter? Not to seem rude.” He said to her

“Yeah, but it’s cute,” she answered.

He smiled and nodded. “That is very true. So may I ask where your kids are?” He asked her

Jackie looked up at him and kissed him deeply. “Th-th-ank y-ou” she struggled to stutter out, in a whisper.

“My pleasure,” Monty answered softly.
Rose smiled. “At my manor in Paris.”

Jackie grinned with wet cheeks.

Miraak looked at her, “w-wow you must have a lovely life style” he said in aw

Rose nodded.

Jackie pulls away and looks up at Monty. She gives a soft smile, her tears down her cheeks. “W-we should st-st-art cook-ing” she said to him

He nodded and kissed her forehead before starting to cook again.

She looked at the food she needed to start cooking what was on her side.

He continued.

She hummed as they continued cooking

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allthingsmusings:

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?:
Who initiates hand holding?:
Who likes having their hair washed by who?:
Who likes to slow dance?:
Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?:
Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?:
Who hogs most of the covers at night?:
Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?:
How do they share a dessert? Two forks or one?:
Who gets jealous more easily?:
Who gets angered more easily?
How do they go to sleep at night?:
Who gets the most shoulder rubs?:
What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?:
Who is more likely to throw things in fights?:
How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?
Do they have nicknames for each other?:
Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?:
Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?:
Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?:
Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?:

Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?:
What would they be like as parents?:
What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?
Who initiates taking a bath together?:
Who likes who playing with their hair?:
The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?:

“I don’t care who started it! You don’t hit people.”

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Jackie (R1403)

The Blonde looked at her with anguish in her eyes, “You can’t be serious?!” She exclaimed

“Do you remember what your life was like before you and Rose became sisters?”

She nodded yes solemnly. “I-i do…. M-my pa-rents d-died wh-en I-I w-was you-ng” she said her stutter intensifying. Her eyes blinked and she bobbed her head as she started to struggle more with speaking.

He turned around and and hugged her gently.

She was surprised at him hugging her. But she hugged him back. Nuzzling his neck. “M-y m-mom d-ied a-at bir-birth. M-my d-dad d-died af-after h-he go-t s-sick” she said. “I w-was I-in th-the fos-ter h-omes f-for 2 y-years” she said softly. The struggle to speak worsening

“I see,” he said softly.

She looked up at him. She blushed deep red, “I-I’m s-sorry”

“It’s fine,” he said calmly, “I want to comfort you when I hear this type of thing.”

She blushed even more and hugged him tighter. Sighing, small tears streaked her face.

Miraak looked at the two in the kitchen and raised a brow curiously, then turned to Rose. “Did she always have the stutter? Not to seem rude.” He said to her

“Yeah, but it’s cute,” she answered.

He smiled and nodded. “That is very true. So may I ask where your kids are?” He asked her

Jackie looked up at him and kissed him deeply. “Th-th-ank y-ou” she struggled to stutter out, in a whisper.

“My pleasure,” Monty answered softly.
Rose smiled. “At my manor in Paris.”

Jackie grinned with wet cheeks.

Miraak looked at her, “w-wow you must have a lovely life style” he said in aw

Rose nodded.

Jackie pulls away and looks up at Monty. She gives a soft smile, her tears down her cheeks. “W-we should st-st-art cook-ing” she said to him

He nodded and kissed her forehead before starting to cook again.

She looked at the food she needed to start cooking what was on her side.