The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 9, 2010 20:03:00 GMT -6
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Even after she followed Maya to the living room and even though she sat down on the couch, Twyla didn’t relax into the situation--she couldn’t, that would be too dangerous. Her bottom was barely touching the cushions of the couch.
For a moment the woman wished that her work could be lighter or darker based on her whims. That wasn’t really possible seeing as she was a hospice nurse and all of the patients that she saw knew they were dying. She supposed she could pick a ‘lighter’ department to work for but there was peace for her in the fact that she knew that her patients were going to leave her--even picking up one shift in pediatrics had sent her into a sobbing fit once she’d gotten home. Some people thought that the fact that she liked her job was creepy but Twyla saw it as being the person who kept people comfortable in the last pieces of their lives. She wanted someone to do that for her when she got to that point in her life.
Twyla held back when Maya was teasing Connor about the X-men, but she did smile, she was still a part of the team even if she mostly did solo missions on the West coast while she was living with Kurt. “Oh, I couldn’t tell ya who he takes after.” She smirked and rolled her eyes. And then she was in ‘OMG that is adorable mode’. Cue a change in tone.
“Hi Connor, you’re so much bigger than in the Christmas cards.” A soft smile found it’s way on her face as she looked at the little boy that reminded her a lot of her friend and a little of the tension made its way out of her legs. “I know, my truck is super slow--you’ll have to forgive ol’ Darla since she was old when I bought her and she’s taken me all over the country, okay?” And she had, in the last few months, ever since she bought the truck and burned rubber on the way out of L.A.. “Aww, someone looks tired. Hi Lilly, I’m Twyla. Wow, she can morph already?” Sure, the kids had their obvious mutations but it was still something that she was morphing so young.
And then she got nervous again. And tense. And she wanted to leave--it was probably best. “Um, well, I don’t want to interrupt anything--I should probably go. I’m so sorry about just showing up like this.” Twyla stood up, preparing herself to do the thing that she did best--run away. “I’ll call you later, okay, Em? And then we can figure out a better time to catch up. It was nice to finally meet both of you guys.” A wide smile at both of the pups and then a soft, nervous one to Maya. “It was...good to see you’re doing well.” And then Twyla Ashby was making a beeline for her truck waiting for her in the drive.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 8, 2010 18:21:58 GMT -6
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Twyla’s post snuggle smile remained on her face as Gawain ‘filled her in’...it was more like the cliff notes version but at least now she had specific things to ask about, like how a dinosaur could fit in the living room and HOW THE HELL DID SHE LEAVE FOR A FEW WEEKS AND COME BACK WITH HER BOYFRIEND A CRIMINAL? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN!? And then the smile died and decomposed into a frown.
No, there would be no kissing of the hands and distracting and detracting from an arrest record. No, she would not go for that--not at all. With a wrench the girl pulled her arm away and in another swift movement she was standing in the grass, hands on hips, staring angrily (or it may have been a worrisome expression, in these situations it is so hard to tell with her) down at Gawain. “My summer was just fine until I found out that I was dating a criminal. I mean, I spent most of it at a camp full of little, innocent, girls where I tried my best to set a good example and to not worry about what my boyfriend was off doing--apparently I should have been doing more of that!” By the end of her little outburst Twyla was yelling, it had started as an excited conversational tone, honest.
“I swear, only you would walk into a freaking sandwich bar and get dragged to jail because of it! And Ilari...you met Ilari?” For some reason that was too strange to handle and the girl stood there dazed for a moment before she caught her train of angry-worry-thought. “I can’t believe you...” Her tone was quieter now as she shook her head. And then, because she was still in shock and because it figured that something like that would happen to the Morris kid, Twyla began to laugh. She stood there, looking down at him, shaking her head, and she laughed.
ATTACK! It was Twyla’s turn to tackle her boyfriend, only not for tickling purposes. She landed on him with the intent of getting information from him--she used her best moves from her classes with Sam and got herself sitting on his chest with his arms pinned with her own. “Just tell me that nothing unfixable happened and you’re not some convict who’s running from the law. Tell me that whatever it was got fixed or is going to be fixed.” The laughing face was gone, replaced by a pleading one...something wasn’t right but she had no idea what. Call it female intuition.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 8, 2010 4:30:42 GMT -6
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Angua didn’t much approve of being told off apparently, and Twyla could tell she was pouting by the way she stalked over to the spider toy and began gnawing on it mercilessly. “It’s a good trick--we used it on my dog Duke all the time when he was little--once you catch them with something it’s the easiest way to get it back.” Tugging back equaled playing in puppy speak--you didn’t tug.
“Oh, you had better stop with the tickling or...or...” With a sigh the girl dropped the attempt at a serious and commanding demeanor. “I can never figure out what comes over that.” She laughed for a moment before crawling over so she was sitting next to Gawain instead of in front of him. Laying her head on his shoulder she watched the puppy play by herself in the grass. “I missed you.” She murmured, nuzzling against him.
Thus far they had sort of gotten caught up--she’d explained her counseling duties a little bit and he had told her some of the things that had happened while she was away but neither of them had the other’s full story, just bits and pieces of it. “So, what’s the biggest thing to happen to you this summer? We haven’t really talked about anything much--fill me in.” The girl looked up at her boyfriend and gave him a slightly smirk-ish smile that was a remnant of her playfulness earlier. One of her hands reached down and grabbed his nearest one, locking their fingers together before she rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb in an absent minded motion.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 7, 2010 15:20:21 GMT -6
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Damn. A million times over. Everything would have been just peachy keen (or as peachy keen as such a situation can be, given the circumstances) if Maya had just stayed looking into the kitchen, standing there with her hands on her hips. Then Twyla could have just fled the premises and called Emerald back about a better time to meet that didn’t involve first loves whose feelings she stomped all over when she ran away from growing up and all the things that come after the ‘I love you too’ moment. She could have left. They could have ignored each other and she wouldn’t have been looking up at Maya from her wonderful spot on the floor, wondering what to say and why her stomach was knotted in something more complicated than embarrassment.
Of course she could tell where she was laying--why did she think she could hide from someone who’d gotten used to sudden camouflager moments. Despite knowing this Twyla was still confused when she ended up on her feet once more. “Hey Maya.” She could keep her tone neutral and act like everything was normal if the other woman could. At least until EMMY WAS LEAVING THEM ALONE!?
Awkward. A million times over.
Small talk? Why the hell not? It’s not like she could come up with the proper things to say--not in Emerald’s living room at least, not in the time alloted. “So how’ve you been?” She shook off her powers and tried to keep her eye contact even. Her nerves were thrumming but she kept herself together by crossing her arms in front of her chest. Twyla’s thin hands were slightly dry looking--hand washing was basically half of her job--and they were much more scarred than they’d been when she was younger. Her left hand was on top of her arms and there was a pale circle around the base of her ring finger. She was still getting used to her left hand.
“I saw your last movie--it was really good, all my friends cried.” Not that she’d gone on purpose, considering she knew nothing about the movie or who was in it...it’s very rude to leave a theater when you’re with all your work friends once the movie starts...Twyla might have cried but it might have had nothing to do with the movie. None of that needed to be mentioned though, she just needed something to say.
-- Emerald crawled back out of the kitchen with both of her children in tow--they were ticking her. Eventually she fell over and the pups won out. A chuckled escaped her lips. Despite herself, Twyla felt a soft and gooey smile spread across her face. Having never met the kids before she stood back, just watching the scene with a dreamy expression on her face.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 7, 2010 14:38:02 GMT -6
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Twyla’s sides hurt from laughing but she finally managed to get the upper hand. She was still laughing for a moment until she looked down at Gawain and realized why she’d gotten the upper hand. Apparently Angua was all for girl power or something because she’d helped Twyla flip her master.
...or may be she was just playing...It was probably just playing.
Also, it sounded like it hurt. Gawain tried to push the puppy off but her hold was determined--she thought he was playing back. The blond was off the boy in a moment and crouching near the puppy and the shoulder. Angua’s tail was wagging and when the mutant girl approached she shook her head and Gawain’s shoulder as if to show Twyla what she caught. In her best authoritative voice the girl barked at the over zealous puppy. “Angua, no. No. Let go. Drop it.” A hand came out and a pointing finger. “No. Drop it.”
And when that didn’t work--she was a puppy after all--Twyla stood up and used a trick she’d learned when they had Duke the Third, a hyper yellow Labrador with an affinity for stealing her work boots and playing tug with the clothes on the line. With two hands she forced Angua’s mouth open by forcing her fingers to push the skin of her jaw under the puppy’s pointy teeth. “Drop it. No biting.”
((OOC: My dog Sam used to take pillows and other things and we used that move to get them away from him. ^_^ He ate a SOCK once ...))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 5, 2010 7:49:51 GMT -6
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Twyla wasn’t looking at the front door as she waited, she was too busy staring at the mother and daughter pair in the garden over that were having a tea party in the grass. Something gnawed at the woman’s belly--was it jealousy? Or was it something much more sinister like regret? Regret for what though? A million things maybe, one of them being staying in California for so long. She hadn’t particularly liked her life there but it was the promise of her dreams that kept her in the cold house in the desert. The thing about her ex-fiance Kurt was that he had a way of convincing her that everything was going to be alright. Of course it was fine that she was leaving without so much as a word to anyone and only a letter apologizing to a certain someone--it was her life after all! Why NOT be adventurous when she wanted to be!? And of course he was going to change and they were going to get married and have all the children she wanted! He just needed to get some things with his career panned out first, he loved her after all and if she loved him she could put her life on hold and wait--people did it all the time. Ten years. Wasted. On someone who never intended on giving her what she wanted--at least not on her terms.
She tore her eyes away from the scene in the garden when she heard someone speak. It was Emerald, walking towards her in the drive. She looked older--but didn’t they all now? She also looked very much the same and that was a comfort because maybe it meant that people didn’t really change, it was just their situations that made them different. Maybe it meant that she could become someone more like who she used to be...maybe. Despite any melancholic thoughts a soft smile broke on her face at the sight of her old friend. “No one did, I just got back a few days ago.” Twyla replied before she was snatched up in a typical Em-style-wolf-bear-hug. That was why she needed to see Emmy first, she needed that bone breaking hug. She buried her face in the shoulder that smelled like cookies for a moment and willed herself not to cry. They were friends, this would be happy. Time to stop being selfish, girl and figure out how to make right with the people you abandoned...some of them anyway.
“He definitely won if we were.” Another small smile and then she went on without thinking or asking--because seriously, Em looked like she was being a mom that day and that probably meant that she wasn’t about to leave her house or entertain any guests that day. “I wanna actually meet your pups, Em.” A small laugh before Twyla charged forward (deciding it would be less awkward if she wasn’t hesitant) and into the house. What she saw after she walked in the front door made her stop in her tracks and the smile waver on her lips. Maya didn’t even have to turn around and show her face for the brunette to recognize her. “Sh*t.” The woman mumbled under her breath, feeling the thirty year familiar blush creep across her face before it was replaced by a sudden influx of the powers that she thought by now she had down pat.
That moment, seeing her, that was when all the decorum and social tact she’d learned to fake in the presence of the higher society Kurt was a part of faded from her mind and Twyla made a complete dork of herself--not for the first time in front of either of the other adults. “Er..I should go, um, didn’t realize you have...erm...company. I’m so sorry, I’ll just..er.” The woman spun around and then tripped, sending herself sprawling. As she tried to gain her breath back she just lay there, letting her powers mask her form completely as she was on the floor. I could crawl in a hole and die now and I wouldn’t even complain.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 4, 2010 21:42:37 GMT -6
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Ten years was a long time, although if Twyla Ashby was honest things started changing for her fourteen years ago when she started college.That was the past now...so much was in the past now. So many life changing decisions--but did they really change your life if you were basically back tracking after your ‘new’ life fell apart? Twyla was trying not to think about it and focus on the ‘here and now’ as she kept repeating to herself and anyone who asked. Recently the ‘here and now’ had led her on a cross country tip back to the last place she called home, namely the Mansion. She was thirty two, in a few months thirty three, and she was unemployed and alone and living at a boarding school.
That was sad.
There were so many things she’d wanted by the time she was thirty five and now it looked like her plans were on hold. At least for the moment. At least for the ‘here and now’. She wanted to be married and she wanted to have kids almost already. Everyone else had kids, mostly. Well, she was almost almost married...but that didn’t count, not really, not anymore.
ANYWAY....
Twyla’s plan for that day had been to leave the Mansion (for the first time since she’d arrived again) and visit an old friend. An old friend that she managed to keep in some touch with while she was in California even though she hadn’t left some people with the best taste in their mouths. She and Em had exchanged some letters, Christmas cards, and some long distance phone calls so she knew the wolf girl’s children and the wolf girl knew about the lying, cheating, ***face fiance that she’d left in California (well, she knew about him and had seen pictures but she hadn’t heard about any of the extra adjectives yet--no one knew about that). Twyla knew enough from talking and pictures that she recognized the boy running alongside her truck as she pulled nearer to the address she’d found. As soon as she made it to the driveway he charged into the house. Of course he didn’t recognize her--even if he’d seen pictures she’d changed a lot on her way home.
“I love your long hair baby.” And it was gone, replaces by a short and choppy cut that was longer in the front than the back. Her hair was back tits natural light brown (that had happened a few years ago) but there were traces of who she was when she was younger in the blond and pink chunks of color on the left side of her part, glaringly obvious and screaming of a more fun time. A deep breath. Twyla pushed open the rusty door of the beater with her shoulder and stood in the driveway, leaning against the truck. With a welcome crew like the young wolf boy the adult version wouldn’t have been far behind. She’d wait. It was easier. Less scary. No one outside the Mansion knew she was back--she hadn’t wanted to explain anything unless it was in person, which meant no phone calls. And now she was in person.
As the woman waited she felt a brisk Autumn wind bite through the flimsy white top she was wearing over a silver tank top. It was hard to get used to non beach weather again. At least she was wearing jeans, even if her simple sandals were open. Twyla’s arms came up of their own accord and she hugged herself, feeling suddenly like this was a bad idea.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 4, 2010 20:46:38 GMT -6
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Grass tickled her nose and Twyla fought the urge to sneeze. Also, wet noses tickled when they rubbed through your scalp and across your bare skin. Also, boyfriends tickled when they ATTACKED YOU IN THE GRASS AND STARTED A TICKLE WAR??? What? This was a sudden turn in events and Twyla was not prepared for it, luckily her brain snapped back from the tickle shock very quickly.
The girl rolled onto her back, giggling like mad and almost out of breath. Once she was in a more strategic position underneath the boy’s weight she used one of her recently acquired skills to wrap her legs around him, so she could try and flip him over. “Nooooo!” She screamed and screeched between giggles. This caused Angua to run around them and bark madly, shaking her tail the whole time and wondering why they weren’t letting her in on the play fighting.
Flailing wildly didn’t get her anywhere, and neither did the puppy running over to her and licking her forehead. She was being attacked by owner and dog. “Y...y....y...you are n..n..n..not fair. I’m so...” Giggle, giggle, giggle. “ticklish...and y..y...you’re notttt fair!” It was very very hard to think straight when she was laughing so hard there was so much going on.
Finally the girl attempted to flip the boy over so that they were both on their sides. If this worked she would try to use that position to pin him. if it didn’t...she was at his mercy. Hopefully it worked.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 4, 2010 20:18:54 GMT -6
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Twyla rolled her eyes when Henri chirped at her for lying about peeing. “It was going to be one of us--why not you as this girl talk is directed at you, sweetie.” It didn’t matter in the long run--the boys and Ruby probably already guessed what was going on, the odds of any of them caring that Twyla had lied about Henri’s bladder were slim. Besides, she had bigger, stretchier fish to fry (preferably in hot, hot, hot, hot, HOT oil...and to a burnt crisp). The girl didn’t want to, but she found herself mulling over her friend’s words. Maybe she’d reacted too harshly? It’s not like it was really any of her business or anything...not when this was the first time she’d met him.
Wow, I am getting really good at flying off the handle. A slight blush crept across her face at the realization.
“You're worried about being a third wheel?” Brows crinkled with obvious confusion. Had she and Gawain ever given off that vibe? She hadn’t meant to do that--what did Henri think of them hanging out? This was a bit worrisome, but not nearly so worrisome as the fact that she’d been a wee bit judgemental about the Van child. This could have seriously hurt Henri’s feelings, making Twyla a poop. She didn’t want to be a crappy friend.
A sigh, letting go all of the bad feelings...for now. “I’ll give him a chance--I promise.” A smile and then a serious face of her own. “But if he hurts you--so much as a teeny, tiny, itty-bitty, bit, I am totally punching him in the tights. You have been warned.” And then she let out a giggle and hugged her best friend once again that night. When she pulled away she turned to her reflection in the mirror. Hair and minimal make up were holding up nicely--she was ready to roll whenever her friend was. “Sorry, Henri...I just don’t want to see some asshole walk into your life and mess it up. Shall we?” She held out her arm.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 4, 2010 9:00:56 GMT -6
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“Aw, she’s just a baby.” Babytalk had started to creep into Twyla’s voice, making all her words rounder and more gooey. She smiled up at Gawain again for a moment, watching the clouds chase each other on the clear sky behind his head. “Babies can do what they want because they are so cuuuute.” A giggle escaped her lips after those words. Brown eyes then turned to the dog that was furiously playing with her toy. “As long as she’s potty trained--that’s all that matters.”
With a heaving sigh, the girl rolled over so she could make faces at the puppy that had decided to run back towards her owner and the girl on the ground. “Really?” Twyla had never not had a pet of some kind--excluding her time at the Mansion. It came with the territory on a dairy farm. The Ashby’s had always had a dog--either named Rover or Duke (due to her father claiming he’d never remember the dog’s name). As she watched Gawain attempt to get the toy she tried to think of any helpful advice. “Hmm...if she bites you--bite her back.” She laughed, but she’d seen it done for real.
“Puppies are fun--no worries,I’m sure you’ve got it down already.” A quick smile up at her boyfriend and then Twyla was back in play mode, mimicking Angua’s stance, sans wagging tail. A play growl emitted from her lips and then she lunged for the toy in the grass...sooooo close! She touched the squeaky toy for a moment before it was ripped from underneath her. Twyla landed with her head and shoulders mashed in the grass and her bottom in the air for a second before she fell over.
Mad giggling ensued after this and then the girl righted herself, managing to get herself in a crawling position before a small-ish big-ish mound of fur made her way back around from the circle she’d run around the pair of humans. Twyla managed to catch the squirming puppy this time and rolled over on the grass with the tail wagging form. As soon as she let the dog go she and Angua were wrestling on the ground, giving the mutant girl grass stains on her legs and causing her hair to fly free of the hairband. This went on for several minutes until Twyla, all tired out suddenly, flopped on the ground and played dead--causing the hell hound to curiously pause and sniff her hair.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 3, 2010 17:59:32 GMT -6
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“You’re such a cute girl, aren’t you?” The bow was a good indication of the dog’s gender. The blond patted her on the head before she was climbing up Gawain’s leg.
Angua was not a person--she was a dog and she was a very, very cute dog at that. Instantaneously Twyla was under the spell of the wet nose, wagging tail, and finger-licking tongue. Only babies and dogs could inspire in Twyla the reaction that came after she was introduced to the puppy and given a chew toy and a freed dog. She dropped to her knees, squeaking the toy crazily and made a series of mock growling noises as she was promptly attacked by the hell hound mix. These noises continued as the girl rolled on the grass with the puppy, roughing up her fur and playing tug with the headless spider toy.
And then she threw it.
Twyla giggled as she watched Angua lope in the grass after the prize. “Go get it girl, go get it.” She egged her on before laying on her back and looking up at Gawain, the dopey smile still on her face along with two spots of color high on her cheeks. “I think you’re right.” And then a pause as the puppy threw up the toy and caught it before barreling back towards the people. “How old is she?”
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 3, 2010 16:38:51 GMT -6
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Who was she meeting? Twyla had no idea. She was confused and also curious--mostly curious. Plenty could have happened while she was at dance camp and there were plenty of different kind of people that her significant other could have come in contact with. And, let’s face it, s/he had probably met all of those people while Twyla had been away--s/he was good at that. So...meeting...someone...who knows?
The blond assumed that if whatever meeting she was attending that day required special dress that it would have been noted, so she skipped down the stairs from the girl’s hall in a pair of her favorite daisy dukes and a pink tank top that she got from camp that said “Eat. Sleep. Dance.” on the front and “Ashby” on the back near the bottom. It was summer. It was hot. She’d wear what she could get away with. Her feet were bare, revealing tan lines from flip flops and toe rings. Blond and pink hair was piled on top of hear head in a messy bun.
She pushed the front door of the Mansion open with her shoulder and tried to peek around to get a glimpse of the person she was being introduced to, but apparently she was looking on the wrong side of the door. Once it was closed she caught sight of her boyfriend and--”Oh my gosh! You got a puppy!” The girl was down the stairs in a flash, holding her hand out to the dog for a sniff and smiling like a dope.
Twyla loved dogs. LOVED. Cats, not so much, but dogs...she’d grown up with them and they were familiar and loving and oh so freaking cute. Technically she’d grown up with cats too, but barn cats were so much meaner than your typical farm dog--and she had the scars on her hands to prove it.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Aug 3, 2010 13:44:08 GMT -6
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Twyla blinked. Once, twice, three times. Van was a piece of work if he was anything. The smile was starting to hurt--Henri had tried asking her questions about camp but she couldn’t focus on them as she stared at her gal pal’s guy. He looked stoned or something--frowny points for sure. Also, he totally threw her off with the ‘Fred’ thing. Who did that? This was not the kind of guy she picture Henrietta Braun with, not even close. Sure, Twyla was with someone that she’d never imagined she’d be with...but that was different, Gawain wasn’t stoned and he had never told her that he didn’t want a relationship after making-out in a movie. They were two totally different scenarios.
And then, before she could drag Henri away to tell her what she was thinking there was an all too familiar voice and a Lupin sister joining their little group. The forced smile became a real one and Twyla turned away from staring at Van to hug Ruby. “Hey sweetie! It’s good to see you but I’m gonna be right back--Henri has to pee and I’m going with her.”
Because that’s what girls did--they hashed things out in private...well, some girls did. Twyla did. After she let go of Ruby she turned to her brunette friend and grabbed her by the wrist. “We’ll be right back.” She said over her shoulder in a too-sweet voice as her face contorted into something that could be described as a grimace. And with the face and words she was off, dragging Henri behind her as she marched pointedly towards the doors and the nearest place to talk in semi-private.
“C’mon, girl talk, now.” Another yank and they were through the bathroom door. Twyla turned around, causing her hair to fly in a circle around her. “That’s Van!? That’s the guy you gave a second chance after he totally told you he’s basically a player!?” The blond couldn’t believe it--he had ‘Imma gonna hurt you!’ written all over his too wide grin--how could Henri not see that???
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jul 23, 2010 18:19:35 GMT -6
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So, as some of you know I have started a new job and this week is my first week of full 8 hour shifts. Tomorrow and Sunday I work from 6 am until 2 pm and if I don not post this weekend that is why. I also work Monday and Tuesday so posting should be done by Wednesday, hopefully. Basically posting will be a little slow for a few days--I AM SO SORRY!!! This affects Twyla and Van
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“Oh, so sorry, I forgot that fancy and sophisticated was your thing.” Twyla smirked and giggled and them grinned when she realized that Maya would be wearing a dress. “I can’t wait to see it.” And she really couldn’t, having never seen Maya in anything similar to a skirt. It would be an interesting night if that’s what she had to look forward to.
A peck on the lips was stolen before the girl was twirled around--she hadn’t been expecting it but she still somehow managed not to trip or look like too much of a goober. Twyla did blush a light pink though from the sudden rush of chemicals in her brain. When the world was no longer spinning (more than usual) beneath her she said an almost shy and very quiet: “Thank you.” To the compliment--he thought she looked beautiful, her night was made.
“Oh, I’ll be dancing--probably in circles around you.” After the ‘you’ she jabbed at the boy playfully in the chest. When Gawain took her hand and they started walking towards the table with the drinks she opened her mouth to say something about camp when she was suddenly charged by something metallic and snatched up in a ninja-couldn’t-see-it-coming-hug. A moment later she realized what was going on and she squeezed the other girl back.
“Henri! I missed you!” They spoke at the same time, their sentence trains colliding--Henri’s won, as she had more to say. It wasn’t until she was released from the hug that she noticed the other...er...boy that had entered their talking space. Instantly she recognized the piercings and the hair. This was Van--douche bag Van--and he was at the Mansion, presumably to be on of her best friends’ date. What? Something had obviously changed while she was away. Something Big, like--This is my boyfriend, Van.” WHAT!? Twyla missed the rest of what the brunette said, her mind just played those words over and over again.
She let herself freak out for a moment and then she reached for and found Gawain’s hand again and squeezed it a little bit, trying to convey her panic. She told her boyfriend about Van, right? She must have--Henri’s story had made her so angry and...she must have--hopefully he understood the squeeze. A fake and forced smile plastered itself onto Twyla’s face without too much effort on her part. “Oh, your boyfriend. When did this happen?” Finally she looked the tall boy in the face, making her best attempt at eye contact. “It’s nice to meet you, Van.” Nice like steeping in dog poop or finding a giant zit the day of Prom. Twyla Ashby wasn’t being very nice herself...and she knew it.
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