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divinevortexsurfer said:
divinevortexsurfer started following you :3

blindeyedmastermind:

divinevortexsurfer:

blindeyedmastermind:

blindeyedmastermind:

Le Chiffre had been sitting in this particular cafe for about twenty minutes, sipping gently from a thick ceramic cup. Basil was out, getting groceries, and the boss was indulging his habit of frequenting cafes while he waited. Mismatched eyes swept the cafe’s other patrons. He wasn’t particularly concerned that any of them would prove a threat; today, he was simply people-watching. People were generally terrible animals. He kept people-watching anyway. Another sip of tea.

Le Chiffre knew what battles were best to run from. Friendly strangers were, if not quite a pet peeve, at least an irritation in his generally solitary life. By the time Destiny returned to the table, there was nothing there except an empty teacup, slowly cooling. The banker had retreated.

—-

The next time they saw each other was a month later, at a casino.

Divine didn’t go to casinos very often, and when she did, she dressed like she should be a mobster’s side lady from Goodfellas. Hair puffed up immaculately, jewelry sparkling, heels about 6-inches. Her dress was gold,and backless,  shimmering because of the fabric, though it didn’t have sequins. She clutched a Lucite purse that was adorned with Swarski crystals. 

Her amulet was against her chest front and center not hidden because it went so well with her outfit. Tonight she would see what would happen and have some fun. Having just set back out into the world after a long break, she didn’t want to go to any other planet but her own. Being around fellow humans playing non-dangerous games like poker gave her a certain comfort right now.

As she walked into the casino, observing everybody there, one familiar, icy man caught her attention. She doubted he would notice her, but she couldn’t help but smile to herself, at watched as he played. Maybe, she thought, she would join him and his group at the table, though they seemed exclusive. Then again when did that ever stop her. 

The gaming tables were Le Chiffre’s terrain. Here, he was a ruthless and sly monarch, playing cards and people with practiced skill. And if Divine thought poker was not dangerous, she didn’t know what lay under the surface, below the green felted tabletops and behind the blank poker faces.

He won the round. A quick check of the other players’ faces, especially the man two seats to the left. One player collected his chips and moved on, deciding Lady Luck might favor him at a different table. The others held minor frustrations and disbelief, simmering irritability, but no outright anger. Perhaps he should lose the next hand to keep complaints at bay. It would depend on the bet. Basil was in the casino, probably somewhere inconspicuous on the floor, watching him in case of danger or odd moves, but he’d prefer not to have to end the night with violence. 

Divine just could not resist dipping into what might be going on at the poker table.This was her long break and still she was tempted to do something that might get her into a bit of trouble. If not anything Earth shattering, she might have to port out tonight in order to avoid the man sending his creepy friend to beat her up or something. He looked well-to-do, a high roller. She figured that much even in the coffee shop. She decided to walk up, close so she could watch, not too close, but enough so that he could hear her.

"Hello boys," she chimed lightly. She stood near their table, bending slightly to eye the chips and their cocktails on the table. "How’s ya’lls game going?"


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queenofspies:

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cheryl1967 said:
"Hi, Divine! What's new?"

cheryl1967:

divinevortexsurfer:

"Oh, hey Cheryl. Nothin’ much actually. Takin’ a break from travelling to stay at home and do some journals actually. It’s bout time for a break period."

"Yeah, we all need breaks.  My show just ended so I’m ready to crash and sleep."  She grinned.  "So what kind of journals?  Travel guides?"

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divinevortexsurfer

"Not really. Just my thoughts, some sketches about places I’ve been to an’ shit. Rambling and all that shit. I got like, 30  journals I’ve filled up over the years."


divinevortexsurfer said:
divinevortexsurfer started following you :3

blindeyedmastermind:

divinevortexsurfer:

blindeyedmastermind:

blindeyedmastermind:

Le Chiffre had been sitting in this particular cafe for about twenty minutes, sipping gently from a thick ceramic cup. Basil was out, getting groceries, and the boss was indulging his habit of frequenting cafes while he waited. Mismatched eyes swept the cafe’s other patrons. He wasn’t particularly concerned that any of them would prove a threat; today, he was simply people-watching. People were generally terrible animals. He kept people-watching anyway. Another sip of tea.

He gave no indication of having heard her. He didn’t particularly care where this stranger was from. His generally only cared about strangers if it was possible for him to gain something, or if he needed to escape. Otherwise, he couldn’t be bothered.

Divine crossed her legs. Maybe she should give up. But for some reason, she wanted to press forward and see what would happen next. This wasn’t usually like her, as she would have most likely in any other situation thought to her self, well forget it and walk off. It somehow bothered her that she couldn’t seem to break this guy’s icy coating. 

She was reminded of one winter in another realm, where she was first getting to know Sultan, one of her closest friends these days. She had reached her 17th birthday. He was quiet, reserved and didn’t meet her eyes very much. She threw a snowball at him, which at first was meant with a stern frown but soon he returned the favor.  It was always funny the way things evolved…she would never have known he had a sense of humor. 

But now here she was, trying to read a man that reminded her of winter. The last drop of her coffee had cooled and languished at the bottom of her mug. She sighed, and got up to order more, her shoes clicking softly as she did. 

Le Chiffre knew what battles were best to run from. Friendly strangers were, if not quite a pet peeve, at least an irritation in his generally solitary life. By the time Destiny returned to the table, there was nothing there except an empty teacup, slowly cooling. The banker had retreated.

—-

The next time they saw each other was a month later, at a casino.

Divine didn’t go to casinos very often, and when she did, she dressed like she should be a mobster’s side lady from Goodfellas. Hair puffed up immaculately, jewelry sparkling, heels about 6-inches. Her dress was gold,and backless,  shimmering because of the fabric, though it didn’t have sequins. She clutched a Lucite purse that was adorned with Swarski crystals. 

Her amulet was against her chest front and center not hidden because it went so well with her outfit. Tonight she would see what would happen and have some fun. Having just set back out into the world after a long break, she didn’t want to go to any other planet but her own. Being around fellow humans playing non-dangerous games like poker gave her a certain comfort right now.

As she walked into the casino, observing everybody there, one familiar, icy man caught her attention. She doubted he would notice her, but she couldn’t help but smile to herself, at watched as he played. Maybe, she thought, she would join him and his group at the table, though they seemed exclusive. Then again when did that ever stop her. 


Let’s plot something and RP all the time and have several different threads and let me love you forever and you are mine now okay?
-Me when someone even slightly interacts with me. (via beautiful-fragile-human)

August, 12:03 PM.

Divine sat on the edge of her bed, staring out her window at the trees that swayed back and forth, as she often did. It was always windy where her home was, in the woods and on the rare occasions  when she’d go back and sleep in her own bed, some of the local wildlife gathered around her house. 

Today, Divine was taking a break from travelling. Every portal jumper needs to take a long break after some time, so as recently Divine felt extremely tired and listless, she knew it was her time to “hibernate” as she called it. 

Time to hibernate, and do some journaling. She reached for a journal that sat on her old oak night stand. The journal was a bit worn, with lined paper and various scribblings and small sketches. These were mostly all her thoughts, and stories about her travels. 

She found a fresh page, and took a pen from the drawer. She began writing.

I don’t know when I’ll get out of my pajamas. It’s been a while since I have been to any parties or gone out with friends. That’s okay…but I feel loneliness creeping in. Fazz keeps me company as always, but soon I will be ready to start travelling and being out again. Nit just yet…I’m more tired than shit. But I am still excited for my strength to come back again, and for me to step out in those pumps and just go places. Right now I can’t stop sleeping…I’m always sleeping, waking up, going to pee, getting something to sleep and then going back to sleep. Can’t keep awake! I am to understand that that’s normal for a jumper when approaching Summer solstice, blah blah. I ain’t no bear, I’m a person! But whatevs. Sleep is still nice. 

In other news, my bathtub has not tried to suck me into another dimension in quite some time, so yay for success. I go back to sleep now.

Before Divine lay down for more sleep, she did a little doodle of a giraffe flying over a rainbow to end the entry. 


cheryl1967 said:
"Hi, Divine! What's new?"

"Oh, hey Cheryl. Nothin’ much actually. Takin’ a break from travelling to stay at home and do some journals actually. It’s bout time for a break period."


friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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sirtophatthethird:

dankou:

I’d rather you just tell me instead of you going around telling people how miserable you are or being subtle because that just makes it a lot worse for both of us. Even if you can’t bring yourself to tell me directly just ask a friend or something to pass on the message because, funny as it may be, I can’t read minds or always notice when I’ve done something wrong. Don’t worry about offending me - I feel more offended that you’d rather tell a bunch of strangers what you feel about me instead of talking to me about it. 

Yup.

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