thenightmarishkeeper

[thenightmarishkeeper]

My Character Must Confess in Threes

Blab: Three secrets they're keeping.

Mwah: Three people they'd like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Doing: Three habits that they have.

Psst: Three things that they've always wanted to tell your character.

Shh: Three things they wouldn't want their parents to know.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

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[I think rp may be dead.]

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[Flickers light on and off...]

[Wait.]

[Halloween is over.]

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[Honesty need to get more into delving into Fallen London. It’s been a long while since I played the game last. But I do love it so.]

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[Drowns everything in tea/coffee]

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[Fallen London?]

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Books are not giving direct answers.

Only indirection in their methods of thought and word.

How disconcerting.

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I have a belief in the falling.

Which would explain the blood leaking from my nose.

It has begun to slow but has not yet ceased. I am growing tired of certain instances. But it is fine. I have not yet departed into crypts, that’s better than something alright...

But there is a necessity required for experimentation in another field..

Soon.

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I dare not mutter words within the sound.

Only bare echoes at the insides of decrepit cracks within walls.. 

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[At one point.. there was a thing]

[A psychiatry thing under another identity was to be had with the keeper, all lock and key has went under another name and wrapped himself all up in dusty rags and bandages.. There to listen to the problems, to tempt and deceive. But to be an ear to those who needed to get away from the abnormal atrocities of Fallen London. I am fairly sure in that general instance he was in fact borrowing the home of another during the hour. It was the only way since a majority of the time he hasn’t a home to call his own, or even others on his general side. Whether he believes it to be or not. To toss, sail and sea, I’m afraid that is not a thing he proves very fond of, he can’t merely take these little traits off onto a boat. A depth of deep, dank wetness, he dares not go to the sea, to swim and parade. A tub is fine enough for him, that’s about as far as he’s willing to go with terms of water. So as much as I’d be willing to write of a boat ride, I’m afraid I just can’t do it with him. He’s not a willing participant.. He’s too busy being generally unnerving through notes, speaking mad, and being generally clawed at in his inner depths by nightmares.]

[thenightmarishkeeper]

[At one point.. there was a thing]

[A psychiatry thing under another identity was to be had with the keeper, all lock and key has went under another name and wrapped himself all up in dusty rags and bandages.. There to listen to the problems, to tempt and deceive. But to be an ear to those who needed to get away from the abnormal atrocities of Fallen London. I am fairly sure in that general instance he was in fact borrowing the home of another during the hour. It was the only way since a majority of the time he hasn’t a home to call his own, or even others on his general side. Whether he believes it to be or not. To toss, sail and sea, I’m afraid that is not a thing he proves very fond of, he can’t merely take these little traits off onto a boat. A depth of deep, dank wetness, he dares not go to the sea, to swim and parade. A tub is fine enough for him, that’s about as far as he’s willing to go with terms of water. So as much as I’d be willing to write of a boat ride, I’m afraid I just can’t do it with him. He’s not a willing participant.. He’s too busy being generally unnerving through notes, speaking mad, and being generally clawed at in his inner depths by nightmares.]

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[There is nothing to voice during the crackling of the lightning as raindrops fill the sea. Finally, at last, the rain to take and cool the body. I am not largely preferred to the loudness, but it may be just a bit better than total silence.]

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[Trying to stay as quiet as possible.]

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[Time to go away and rest.]

[I’ve talked for long enough.]

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[I had an rp thing set up for this blog but now I can’t do it because no one would be interested. That, and too much time seems to have passed since last I was here. What a dolt, I call myself]

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[I took note of the boat]

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[I should get around to play Fallen London again]