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Whoah! I've been pretty scarce around here, haven't I? Well, I'mma try to fix that because inactivity is not fun, nor is it the way to roleplay.

But, uh, I'm pretty lost right now. My activity tab is pretty taken up by follows, and I tried going through my posts, but it didn't help all that much. What I'm trying to say is that if I you happen to see this, and I happen to owe you a reply, please let me know by liking this post!

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The day had been a long one. Despite only having worked a part time shift, May found herself tired. Too tired, to switch out of her maid's uniform into her normal clothes. It'd become a bad habit of hers, actually, and on more than one occasion, she'd leave her everyday clothes behind instead of bringing them with her. She figured it was a good way to bring more customers to the cafe, and that was how she was thinking of it.

With a heavy sigh, the brunette dragged her feet towards a nearby bench and fell onto it with a quiet oof. She leaned her head back, letting it loll over until she was looking at the world upside down. She watched people walking the wrong side up, blue eyes focusing on one person before moving onto the next... and then the next... and then the-- Hold the phone.

Snapping back up, May spun on the bench, and squinted into the distance. That hat-- It was him! It was really him!! She almost couldn't believe it, and honestly, she thought that her eyes were playing some sort of trick on her. With a quick click of her tongue, May decided that she'd go with her gut. Anyway, if it really wasn't him, then what was the worst that could happen?

Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

may keeps a somewhat tidy home. it's not totally sterile looking, but it's not a complete mess either. it's a nice in between giving it a neat, but lived in feel. the biggest mess would be in her own bedroom, where she keeps a pile of laundry in a basket.

"Yo dude, I think you need to step off a bit," the blonde huffed.

Call her crazy, but she wasn't one to appreciate watching others make others fight, especially when the ones being pit against were smaller-- and not human. Don't get her wrong, she was perfectly okay if someone chose to fight, but it just didn't seem to be the case.

In any case, the poor creature looked so tired and-- "Battling? Pokemon? Wassthat?"

Escape :: What do they do to distress? How successful is it?

(squints at) that's not how it's spelled-- anyway, her first instinct is to run, but usually, may ends up freezing up before being able to do anything. it really depends on what exactly the situation is. if she feels she, or her pokemon, are in immediate danger, she books it-- but if her pokemon have been placed in harm's way, she does her best to save them.

"Please tell me," she began, as she stared at the group of boys flinging food at each other with disgusted eyes, "why is it that boys are so gross?"

She watched as they continued to mix together a concoction of the food thrown into a lunch tray and shove it towards a dirty looking one. "Oh god, he's not going to--" the boy picked up the tray and downed the mix, gagging in the processes. "Oh, that's sick. I need to get out of here before he decides to upchuck it or something worse."

Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

hECK YEAH SHE LOVE S MUSIC!! may looooves singing along, very loudly, to songs on the radio or her mp3. she thinks the louder the better, and has absolutely no care about who is listening. sometimes, she makes up little tunes and hums them. 

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

"Can’t I just be left alone? Echo does not want to play." She really did not want to participate in these sorts of events. It was too bothersome, and really, all she wanted to do was observe. That would have been more than enough for her, so then maybe, she could write it down into her journal. On the other hand though…

The girl paused, pulling her hand away from the blond boy that had been dragging her along. Of course, he stopped too giving her a confused look— almost mirroring the one on her own face. Maybe the others hadn’t noticed, but she had. They were being watched. Or if they had noticed, they were ignoring it.

Eyes focused on the figure in the distance, and quickly she became guarded. Was this someone hired by Master Vincent to spy on them? 

"Echo will catch up," she spoke, urging Oz forward as she made her way towards the man.

Giving the guy a quick once over, he had to hold back the laughter that was on the verge of spilling out. Instead he gave an amused smirk along with a scoff. "And what are you supposed to be? Some sort of demonic clown, yeah?"

Another scoff, as he looked away while reaching into his front pocket for the pack of cigarettes he kept there. Producing the cancerous product between his fingers, he lit it, still mumbling and shaking his head. He took a long drag before exhaling towards the albino's direction. 

"Well, let me tell you something," he drawled taking another puff before continuing, "you're bloody terrifyin' my friend."

"Wow! What a cute girl~!" The brunette chimed, her hands clasping behind her and rocking on her feet.

Clicking her heels against the ground once, she goes around in a circle, looking the girl up and down. Definitely adorable, but-- Mairu stopped, taking her own chin into her hand and humming to herself. "Green's a weird color for hair, don't you think? Hm, or is it blue?"

She looked left. She looked right.

There was really other way to look at the situation-- Haruka was lost. Totally and completely lost. The city was bustling, and it had quickly disoriented her. She had no idea why she thought that going out on her own like this had been a good idea; especially in a new city.

Already, she'd attempted to catch someone's attention but to no avail. Everyone that went by was immersed in their own worlds, too busy to help out with directions. It was getting frustrating, but she still couldn't bring herself to be rude and force someone to pay her some attention. Huffing, she blew out, making her fringe move on her forehead. She had to muster up some more courage, and with a quiet pep talk, Haruka marched up to someone that didn't seem as busy as others.