"That works for me! What time do you want to meet?" Cassie texted back once she had received and read his text back. She smiled, already eager to get to a date that wasn't happening for almost a week. Gently, she set her phone down though, and laid down on her couch, just letting herself think. There would be plenty of time for her to plan what to wear and such, but she couldn't help it. She was too excited to stop herself from diving in.
The thought that it might be a trap or something was the last thing in her mind. All she was worried about was what to wear and if she eventually wanted to break the news of her Fae ancestry to Marcus. That was if their date went well, and more importantly, if they ended up going on a second date. First they had to get there, Cassie reminded herself.
((I am so sorry! I haven't had time. I will definitely post tomorrow))
((Hi! I'm really, really sorry, but is it okay if I drop this rp? I've not had a lot of time for rping lately and I've quite frankly lost all interest in roleplaying whatsoever. I don't really plan on staying on this site much too longer. I'm really sorry again!))
(It's ok! Thank you so much for giving me a heads up, I really appreciate it, no need to apologise :) I hope you stay happy and healthy and that you have an amazing life!)
((Okay, I know I just said I wanted to drop this, but I had a huge burst of inspiration this morning out of nowhere. If you want, we can still continue?))
(Uh sure lol! Continuing works with me!)
((Okay, cool! Sorry about that. I'll get to working on it!))
Marcus heard his phone ding again, then picked it up and replied. "6 o'clock work for you?" he sent, still scowling at the television. She was probably in her little ufo right now, planning and plotting on how to overthrow humans. She would definitely eat his brains, if he wasn't careful enough. Or was that zombies? Whatever. Marcus put his phone back down and started to think about the actual date. He needed to look nice, do his hair, be the perfect guy for her. Marcus was actually a really good actor. He had to be. His anger would get him in trouble if he wasn't careful to hide it most of the time. So he would dress up, act charming, and the first date would go well. Then, he would strike. And he would kidnap this "Cassie."
As soon as her phone dinged, Cassie had it in her hand, reading the text eagerly. "6 o'clock works perfectly for me! I'll meet you there!" She texted back, a bright smile on her face. Any time would've worked for her, and she was happy to meet him whenever he wanted to. It didn't take her long to send the text before she was laying down again, content to just listen to the rain and let the afternoon slip by. She was most productive during the night anyway.
Sooner than she liked though, she felt the urge to get up and do something. It was a feeling she was familiar with, since it came to her any time she sat still, but yet she didn't sit up right away. Not until the feeling was enough to force her to sit up and then stand. She had plenty of things to do as she finally looked around her small apartment. Dishes needed to be done, as well as laundry and she could sweep as well.
"See you! ;)" Marcus texted back, a scowl on his face. This alien wouldn't fool him. He shut off his phone and stood up, stomping over to his fireplace and throwing more wood on. He crouched down, watching the flames crackle with a fire in his own eyes. He suddenly stood, pacing the length of his house. Aliens were immune to most torture, that was true. But nothing could stand fire. He paced to his little wooden desk in the corner, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. Marcus scrawled her name on the paper, in big black angry letters. Underneath that, he wrote, "Alien. I plan to seduce her, lulling her into a sense of security. Then I will strike, kidnapping her. I will torture the alien, learning why she's here. And then I will execute her, by means of fire."
Marcus put the pen down and picked up the paper, reading those words over and over. The paper crinkled slightly from his grip as he began to memorize the words, searing them into his brain. Marcus paced back and forth again, just staring at the paper. He wouldn't forget.
And then? Marcus crouched back down next to the fireplace, once again staring into the flames. The words were still repeating in his head, like a broken record player. He gently reached out and tossed the paper into the inferno, watching the edges curl and burn. Soon, the only thing left was the name "Cassie." Marcus stared into the fire as "Cassie" burnt, dissolving into nothing.
((Sorry for the late response!!))
(All good! School has been insane and I haven't gotten a chance to reply quickly as well)
(Pardon it's length, also, timeskip?)
Marcus' next text came in seconds after she had stood up, and she checked it quickly before setting to work. A smile was set on her face as she started picking up things around her apartment, putting them away to their proper places. Already she felt better, just by getting up and doing something as simple as that. Time flew by as she set to work, her mind busy with thoughts of their date, and her hands busy with the chores she had yet to do, until the sun was low in the sky.
By the time she ran out of things to do, the sky was dark, both from the steady stream of rain that still came down, and from the night sky. It was only then that Cassie sat down, looking around her spotless apartment. She smiled at it, tired enough from the work that she reluctantly turned her TV on to whatever nature show she could find.
((All good! Want to timeskip to around the actual date?))
((Okay! Lemme put something together))
