RP LOG 4RP LOG 4Speaking Easy about things that are not easy to speak ofAbbyBack at the speakeasy, Alonzo had managed to reserve a table just to himself despite the crows. Well. It was more like people were welcome to move his books and notes. No one wanted to do that. And well. No one wanted to sit next to a priest while part taking in their vices and sins. Yes. He went there. He was using his white collar as an invisible force that kept all of the of the flappers and their drunk boys. It was the ultimate repellant. Perfect. A public place. Food. And a table to himself. Not to mention he would be getting the socializing that he required. Well. If this was socializing. It counted for him.Fin"Yeah. It's actually where I work. But I don't know if I'll be able to play if I do go back. I am meant to be on my shift." Dmitri now would step away from the piano after standing up, and motioned for her to follow him back to the Speakeasy Tent.Upon arriving at the Restaurant, the young man would al
Cirque Group RP Log 3~ Stitches and GigglesRP LOG 3 22/06/2015Recorded purely for giggles, wits and getting burned in a medical tent.Abby4 P.M. June 15th, 1922. Cora’s eyes blinked open slowly from the desk that she had fallen asleep at. She groaned softly, taking one of the many clean rags soaking in water and brought it to her face. Right. She killed a man last night. What was she doing with herself? She undid her hair clip, taking her comb and running it through as she looked in the mirror to try and make herself presentable before anyone came in so late into the day. “You are remarkable..” She froze. She hadn’t said a word. She looked around, seeing that no one else was in the room. Panic began to sweep her as she got up and poked her head outside. No one. Maybe.. Well. No one was here. Fine. She sat back down, returning to her combing before she saw her reflection and froze. “But you are losing your mind dear friend…” It was her. HER! Her in the mirror! Staring back at her!
VanDenberg TwinsName: Gavin and Grace VanDenbergAge: Looks to be around 19. But who knows because of “Reasons”Position: Haunted house/ Speaker of the deadElemental Alignment: DeathOther names/nicknames: VanDenberg TwinsRace: Mostly Human with something nasty brewing underneathEye Colour: One is green. One is goldHair Colour: RedMagic/Weaponry: Basic/Intermediate NecromancyItems Carried: Each otherNotable Stuff: * Regardless of who stands on the right or left, the gold color of their eyes will shift so that it remains between them.* They see and speak to the dead* They see through each others eyes and never part from each other and share the same mind between them effectively making them one person in that sense.Religion: Fellowship of the OblivionAdherence: DevoutTolerance: Let the non believers’ burn on their ownReligious Demeanor: Almost all that they think about. But never press it onto othersPast Jobs:Bringers of The First Great Harrowing Appearanc