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Hey

Hi hi

Do you have any plot ideas?

I don't have a specific plot idea no. We can figure that out together. We can start with genre; what type of rp do you prefer? Or like to do?

Anything really, except fan fiction and I'm sort of bad at historical fiction. Mainly I do romance..

I agree on the fan fiction stuff. Blah, lol. I do romance to. How do you feel about paranormal? Or I guess sci Fi? I vague idea is forming in my head rn. Lol

Im fine with those. I feel like doing a sort of.. Fallen angel type thing.

I love fallen angel stuff! Never done it in a rp though, so yeah! Let's do that then. I'm getting a vibe that the male character should be the fallen one? Because I have an idea of how I want my character to be.

Same. Okay, do you want the basics or should we just start? If so (for either) can you do it first?

Yeah. I think we should just start because I can't add a pic of my character or anything. Lol. I guess just name and age is fine. Oh before we start, how detailed do you want to be?

Name: Reese Hart
Age: 18
Appearance, long black hair, bright blue eyes. Oh, and she's blind. Muhaha

Name: Talbott Angelo
Age: looks 18.
Appearance: deep jet black hair, pale skin, endlessly deep grey, extremely muscular and has broad shoulders. 6'1 feet.

Blind? Really? How is she going to see all the shit he does and how beautiful he is? D;)

I guess he could have these powers and then he could help her somehow?

((Hehe, blind people can still "see." Through voice, and touch. She'd end up falling in love with him just by his being, know what I mean? And yeah, eventually he could help her with that. I just thought I'd twist things up a bit. Lol))


Reese was alone in one of the grand music rooms on the local arts university in the city. Classes were out for the break, but since her mother worked there, she had full access to the music rooms. She was seated behind a grand piano in a large auditorium. Reese was skilled with the piano, even after the accident that labeled her as blind. Hesitantly, she began to play, pressing her fingers over the keys, feeling her way across them. The song she played was hypnotic in a soothing way. No one would guess she was blind by the way she played.

Talbott was trying to be as normal as he could while being a fallen angel. So he had enrolled in a school, again. For about the 14th time, he was going to graduate college. This time he chose something he liked, not business or biology or anything based on that side but dancing. It had been so long. His instructor had called him into the liberal arts department to talk about his new dance. He could hear someone playing the piano so he decided to check it out.

Reese pushed her Raybanz sunglasses that she wore to mask her lack of sight up on her head, holding her side bangs back. She found herself humming along to the tune that her mother taught her as a young child. Surprisingly, she still remembered it.

Reese pushed her Raybanz sunglasses that she wore to mask her lack of sight up on her head, holding her side bangs back. She found herself humming along to the tune that her mother taught her as a young child. Surprisingly, she still remembered it.

He watched the girl from where he was next to the door. She was beautiful, he had to admit.he closed his eyes and listened to the beautiful sound of her humming and the music. She was a natural.

Reese finished the song without any difficulty, holding the note out long and angelic, almost. She sighed with satisfaction and sat back on the bench, cracking her stuff knuckles and rolling the kink in her neck.

"That was beautiful," he said as he leaned against the threshold. "Where did you learn?" He asked.

Reese gasped and jumped up, causing her bag to tumble off the piano bench. "Jesus Christ." Reese panted, holding a hand over her heart. "I didn't realize I had an audience." She murmured, sitting back down on the bench, and pushing her glasses back over her eyes. "My uh, mother told me." She replied, her heart slowing back to normal again.

Taught*

"Sorry," he held back a laugh. "I didn't mean to creep up on you, sorry if audiences bug you but I'm only one person." He smiled a bit, "what's your name, stranger?"

"I'm not bothered..just surprised is all." She sighed and stood up again, smoothing down the front of her grey sweatshirt. "I'm Reese." She smiled, but didn't make a move to hold out her hand. She could hear where he was standing, but didn't try to walk toward him. Thankfully her glasses his her eyes.

He eyed her, "good to know." He said then he leaned against the threshold again, "do you play a lot?" He asked, "like in front of audiences and shit?" He could tell there was something lurking beneath those sunglasses and closed eyelids.

Reese shook her head and groped quickly around on the ground for her backpack, shrugging it over her thin shoulder. "I'm not one to perform publicly. I just do it for fun." She shrugged and curled a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Do you study here? In the college?" He asked as he watched her, he stepped inside to the piano. He smiled and played a few keys, it's been years.

Reese smiled at the sound of him playing the beloved instrument and leaned against it a little. "No, I mean, I could. My mother works here so I could get free tuition. I've just been....taking a break from school, I guess." She sighed and rested her elbow on top of the piano. "What's you're name?" She smirked. She blinked her eyes behind her sunglasses a few times. Her walking cane was tucked inside her bag, out of sight.

"How old are you?" He asked at the same time she asked for his name. He laughed softly, "Talbott," he said with a smile. He remembered a time where he would of killed her because she was beautiful, or because she wouldn't let him see her eyes. It was weird knowing the difference between him now and before.

When they spoke at the same time, Reese laughed nervously and scratched lightly at her cheek. "I'm eighteen. I'll be nineteen in two weeks." She answered, then cleared her throat. "Talbott? Like, from Shakespeare?" She questioned with a grin. She started to relax a little. There was something about his voice....

He laughed softly, "when's your birthday?" He asked at the same time as she asked her next question too. He laughed again softly, "I guess you could say that." He smiled and tapped on the piano lightly. His voice was a deep, manly, melodic rumble. It was beautiful to most and then that English accent never made him easier to resist.

((I'm not really good at keeping my posts this long.. Just incase they start getting shorter and shorter...))

((No worries))


"March twenty-eighth." She replied simply, pushing her sunglasses up on her head again. There was nothing noticeable about her eyes. They were a natural bright blue, but she kept her eyes averted to the ground to hide and suspicion. "I love Shakespeare." She added with a delicate smile. His voice had a way of sending a chill down her spine.

((For the record, you're doing just fine:) ))

He smiled, "doesn't everyone?" He smiled and stared at her eyes, "you've got beautiful eyes, Reese like the Chocolate with peanut butter filling." He joked. "Sorry, I had to." He laughed, "but seriously, you really do have beautiful eyes." He said.

Reese instantly blushed and looked away to hide her flaming cheeks. "T-thanks." She stammered, then giggled. "My dad calls me Reese's Pieces. Always had since I could remember." She laughed normally this time, soft and sweet. Her cheeks were still pink.

He smiled at her blush, wishing he could touching but figuring that would be weird since they didn't know each other, "cute." He commented about her little nickname. "So, do you want to hang out later, beauty?" He asked, "you seem cool." He smiled.

Reese bit her lip, keeping her gaze elsewhere on the ground. "Yeah, sure. I'm not doing anything now, though. I was just fooling around. I don't actually have anywhere else to be." She shrugged. It was bold for her to accept an invitation like this, especially since he didn't know about her blindness.

"Where would you like to go, beauty?" He asked with a smile. "How about we go get some ice cream? I've been digging for some for a few weeks but keep postponing it." He smiled as he sat on the stool to stare at the piano. "But I should talk to my instructor first before I go. He wanted to talk to me." He smiled.

((I'm probably falling asleep soon.))

"Yeah sure, ice cream is fine with me." She smiled, then nodded at his comment about talking to his teacher. "Yeah, no problem. How about I meet you outside the building?" She suggested, taking her bag off her shoulder.

((Is it late for you?))

((A bit. 12:49am. I've got school tomorrow so..))

He smiled, "that sounds great. I'll see you there in about 15 minutes, alright?" He asked, "i'll try to be there earlier." He said and slowly backed away as he waited for her to reply. He stopped next to the door.

((Oooooh okay.))

"Yeah, sounds good." She smiled and waited a whole minute before pulling her walking cane out of her bag and unfolding it. She pushed her glasses back over her eyes and walked in the opposite direction of where she assumed he wasn't anymore and tapped her way out of the large auditorium and into the empty hallway. She walked slowly but didn't shuffle her feet once.

"See you, beauty," he smiled as he left and closed the door behind him. He went to his instructor and as promised, he was out in front 15 minutes later. "Hello, beauty," he said when he saw her.

Reese was leaning against the wall, twirling her stick around. "Hey. Don't freak out about it, please." She sighed, referring her disability. He would find out sooner or later anyways. Reese stood up straight and tapped her cane on the ground.

He smiled a bit, "don't worry about it, love." He said, "i was waiting for you to tell me, actually." He said as he walked over to her, "do need to hold onto anything?" He asked, though he doubted it.

"I didn't want it to be the first thing I said to you." She smirked and nodded at his question. I'm pretty good not holding onto anything but being on the streets makes me nervous. So if you don't mind, I'd like to hold onto your arm, if that's okay." She asked in a small voice.

He laughed at her first comment. He walked closer to her, "you can take my arm anytime you want, beauty." He commented, "the car is right here." He explained and touched her arm so she would know where to put her own

He laughed at her first comment. He walked closer to her, "you can take my arm anytime you want, beauty." He commented, "the car is right here." He explained and touched her arm so she would know where to put her own.

"Thank you." She said gratefully and placed her pale hand on his forearm, right below his elbow. Her grip wasn't tight but it wasn't loose either. "Do you call everyone beauty?" She teased, following beside him to his vehicle.

"You're welcome," he smiled a bit, "be careful, there's a small step." He said after a few moments. He laughed a bit, "no, not really. I haven't met anyone that was worth calling them beauty." Plus I never cared enough to call anyone that.

She watched her step when he warned and carefully avoided falling. "Thanks." She blushed at both his compliment and his help, touching the window of his car door briefly just out of habit.

"Anytime, beauty," he smiled and opened the door for her. "Here's the door," he said as he let her hand touch it, "the car is a jeep, so you might have to jump, okay?" He asked as he helped her. He wasn't sure if helping her so much annoyed her or not but for some reason he wanted to.

"Aright." She nodded and braced herself as she jumped up a little, not minding his help. It was a simple gesture and it didn't annoy her. With a grunt she sat down in the passenger seat and folded up her cane.