Hello there! I'm Jem, and this is my roleplay blog. It's currently under construction, but I'm ready to get started. Please take a look at my characters if you're interested!
Hushing the sigh that threatened to hiss through his lips, Lowell ran a hand through his hair — an impressive, waist-long array that seemed to have probably taken hours to layer so neatly. With all the care that required, he smoothed the tips and each individual strand of the portion he’d moved, scouring the mirror carefully for any imperfection and fussing around in silence for a while. If one looked closely, there might have been hidden aggression in the forcefulness of his moves; but slowly, as fingers ran through the deep red of his hair like that, it seemed to recede into the softness of some form of resignation or other.
He was tall, and elegantly built — perhaps somewhat imposing through some indefinite don’t-know-what in his moves; some kind of attitude-related particularity which couldn’t be placed. There were traces of stress on his face, but he was in a hospital after all — and judging by clothing and the tag on his shirt, most likely a visitor — so that would be understandable. His green eyes, though, piercingly sharp, seemed to gaze straight through everything they encountered, cutting through without fear. His mouth was drawn in an unreadable line, corners perfectly still; was this truly the face of someone who worried for dear ones who were injured or ill?
One might have wondered.
Like that, in the perfect order he’d restored to the tiniest details of his appearance, he walked out of the bathroom, taking care not to touch even a millimeter more of the impure environment than he had to. For a second, there might have been signs of a flinch as his skin came in contact briefly with a door, and he drew back abruptly, sparing a glare at the worn paint-covered surface. Boring, dull colors. Everywhere, it was suffocatingly devoid of expression and quiet. To the man who now pushed a pair of sunglasses on, despite being indoors, and was dressed impeccably to the latest of trends and accessory flourishes, this might have been the worst thing to bear.
“Coming here was a waste of my time…” he spoke to himself, words passing his lips in a quiet, hushed tone.
What he didn’t expect, though, was another’s words to echo behind him right after. Visibly, as if caught in the act of a crime, Lowell’s shoulders stiffened for only a second and he swung briskly around, looking over his shoulder before he’d even completed his turn. As they fell on the speaker he’d quickly placed, his eyes flashed through the shaded glass of his glasses, displaying some kind of emotion — what exactly, it was difficult to tell as it vanished the very next moment, almost as quickly as it appeared. The closest it looked to was likely some kind of irrational anger at being surprised. But immediately, as if it never had happened, a thin smile showed on his lips — a variety of narrow, insolent smirk as he straightened himself to face off directly with the girl whom he’d heard.
“Oh?” he spoke calmly, a note of shamelessness in his nonchalant tone that made his one-hundred-percent false-affected curiosity just that much more insulting. “Mothers? You make it sound as if that has something to do with your current condition.”
There was absolutely no gentleness or shade of considerate thought in his words; nor was there in his voice. What he saw was no more than a frail-looking girl, confined to a wheelchair, yet his face read no trace of compassion. But, perhaps, at the same time there wasn’t any of the belittling, exaggerated pity that many gave victims in far too ample amounts. Relaxing the last of his guard from before, Lowell simply tilted his head, hardly concealing the false nature of his distant politeness. Clearly, in this man, there was no trace of a wish to make friends or to sympathize with the predicament of another presented before him.
A few nurses giggled behind a desk, sharing jokes that only one in the medical field would understand. Cara found it odd - many of her contracts felt hospitals were dark, gloomy places. How then, could these women be so joyous? Her curiosity screamed at her to contract with one of the ladies and find out, but getting one alone long enough would be near impossible. As though fate were proving a point, an alarm went off, and they all scurried to one of the many rooms.
Cara was left alone with the low hum of the vending machines. She slumped in her chair, crossing her arms and giving and exasperated sigh. Ellen’s etiquette berated her for slouching, but Cara was too lost in her own mind to pay attention. She had been up and down all four floors of the hospital, even giving the emergency units a visit. There had been plenty of candidates, both patients and visitors, who could have gotten her out of this mess. But Ellen had too great an influence on her; the thought of subjecting any of those poor people to Cara’s “cruel” contracts made Cara’s stomach sick with guilt.
With another sigh, Cara wheeled herself to the vending machines. Rather than inserting money, she ran her hand down the side. With a click, it opened, revealing its bounty. Cara had grown found of candy during her time with Ellen, though Ellen and her husband forbade sweets in the house, except for special occasions. Just another of their foolish rules. They denied themselves so much, it was a wonder Cara was able to strike a contract in the first place.
Taking a pack of chocolates, she closed the vending machine once more. Of course, no one would even know it had been opened - it was difficult in her weakened state, but every genie was capable of a bit of glamour. The security tapes and any passerby would see only a small girl paying for candy. Perks of the job, or so they say.
Lost in her internal grumbling, a voice startled her, forcing her back to reality. A man stood there, though he had to be the most well-groomed man Cara had seen in a long while. There was something in his tone of voice and the way he carried himself that bothered Cara. Or did it bother Ellen? Hell, maybe both.
What was the phrase… holier-than-thou? That sounds about right, Cara thought, looking him over. Ellen would have only turned her nose up at him and walked away. Cara was ready to do just that, until…
Ellen doesn’t like him.
Cara allowed herself to smile, though it conveyed only a fraction of the joy she felt. With this man, she wouldn’t have to feel the gut-wrenching guilt that Ellen’s mind had forced on her before. Even now, the part of Cara’s mind that held Ellen’s influence was quiet, save for a few noises of displeasure.
That was all the encouragement she needed.
"But they are. It’s a mother’s fault I’m here," Cara replied. Admittedly, she didn’t yet know how to draw him in. He didn’t seem like the type to be kind to small children, or kind to anyone for that matter. But everyone wants something, and Cara literally made her living preying on that fact.
Humans had always confused Cara. Their customs, their needs, the way their personal beliefs affected their lives all seemed so random and strange, like an unknown language. Just as she thought she understood them, their rules changed, citing such things as emotions and etiquette. She knew that, in her current state, it was useless to try to understand these social rules, but it didn’t stop her curiosity.
It was nothing but chaos. Why, then, would a being such as herself spend so much time among them? Simply put, she needed them. Her kind had been called many things over the years - genie and leprechaun being the most popular. True, she could grant wishes and bestow riches, but the humans’ myths had always left a few important details - those of “the host,” and the secret to her species’ longevity.
The host was simple enough to understand. A genie’s wishes didn’t only benefit the human. Rather, they granted the genie freedom. The genie was given a body and was free to walk among humans, so long as they didn’t stray too far from their current contract. The genie took on an appearance similar to their hosts, along with a similar belief system. This rule frustrated many of Cara’s brethren, who grew tired of the constant changes of heart. Cara believed it made her a sort of scholar, giving her a way to see the world from all angles.
As far as longevity, contracts acted as fuel. Genies were given a life span equal to their current contract. This was kept secret - there had been a series of murder-suicides during the “witchcraft” scare. Unfortunately, some contracts grew scared of their new abilities, like Cara’s current. A soccer mom had wanted the ability to keep up with her multitude of responsibilities, and had all but begged Cara to grant her more speed and stamina. Cara had obliged, granting the human the ability to run twice as long and hard on just a few hours of sleep. The human had misunderstood, and after a month of no sleep, her contract had gone mad, and recently attempted suicide. Thankfully, she was saved, but Cara’s strength had suffered and landed her in a wheelchair. Not wanting to risk a repeat offender, Cara had begun to seek out a new contract, preferably with a stronger will than her old one.
With as weak as she already was, Cara didn’t dare leave the bedridden contract’s vicinity. This confined her to the hospital, and while it was an ideal place for contracts, Cara’s mind was still muddled by her contract’s morals. This made it difficult, as she was currently terrified and disgusted by the genie’s powers.
"Next time," Cara muttered, slowly wheeling herself through the hospital floor. "Next time, no mothers."
when i say “i’m going to bed” on the internet, i mean that i’ve started thinking about going to bed and attempting to convince myself that getting off the internet is a good idea
so when i make a post saying “i’m going to bed,” it generally means that i’ll be online for anywhere between another half hour to another two hours
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.