Devilslady

Trixisha's eyes followed the strange woman in the room carefully.  She was a threat. To everything that she was here for. But how was she going to deal with this threat, without anyone realising who and what she was?  She scowled a little bit, not allowing herself to stop watching the other woman. The woman wore a sword at her waist- not a bastard sword, so she likely worked better with speed in close quarters combat than with brute strength. On the plus side, the sword hanging at her waist meant that this woman was likely not a magic user of any kind, so it would be at least a fair fight- if she didn't fight dirty. When

Tana Lee grinned as she looked out the window of her room, bouncing from foot to foot excitedly- she'd been accepted! She had a chance. And today was the first task sorta thingy she was supposed to do. The little blonde wasn't entirely sure why this whole thing was a competition, seeing as resume's and interviews usually did the job for most hiring processes, but what was she to question the authority figures? She whirled around excitedly, eyes darting over her near disaster of a borrowed room. "Need to find something to weaaaaar!" She exclaimed excitedly, glancing at the strewn about clothing, before setting on something bright and cheerful

I miss you. No, wait, that isn't right. I don't miss you, I miss the idea of you. I miss the feeling of being held by someone who makes you feel safe. I miss trusting someone with everything. I miss believing that someone might actually care about me. I miss my happy place. But I don't miss you. No, I don't miss you. I don't miss constantly being hurt, And being told it was my fault I was hurting. I don't miss you. I don't miss being the last thing on your mind, Being taken for granted and forgot. I certainly don't miss YOU. I don't miss the hurt, the lies and the pain. I don't miss the neglect. I don't miss you. I don't mis