I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Psst, it’s early.. shhhh..
“It’s just…” She sighed. She’d never been happier, and yet… ”It’s something he said the other day that…gave me pause.” She took a sip of tea and steadied herself. ”He was talking about spending eternity with me, and I—I didn’t want to lead him on, so I gently reminded him that in Midgardian terms, I’ve lived half my life already. I mean, I’ll be dead in less than 50 years.” She shrugged to show that this did not really bother her; after all, death was a part of life.
“And then he—he cried, Alex. He cried on my shoulder, into my hair, and he said—he said that when I die, he’ll kill himself.”
…Cheryl was, after all, human.
”..oh.” She wasn’t sure what to say at first, unable to sympathize anymore. Alex once lived a normal lifetime, but with her immortality now… But she still knew what the pain was like, the fear. “Wow..” She put her mug aside again, shifting a little closer to put her hand on Cheryl’s shoulder. “That.. must’ve been pretty heavy to hear.. What.. What do you think about it?”
“I think….” Cheryl frowned. What did she think? ”On the one hand, I’m deeply flattered, and it makes me love him even more. To have someone love me so much that they would join me in death? It’s more than I could ever ask for. But…” She sighed, trying to put her feelings into words.
“Of course, I don’t want him to die. Who would? I love him, Alex. I want him to live out his natural lifespan and be happy.” Cheryl stared at the wall helplessly, looking desolate.
“Um, help? || Open RP
“Awesome,” Cheryl said, breathing a sigh of relief. ”Those kids have been through so much. I’m glad they’ve found a home.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “I’ll slip some mac & cheese into a bowl for you later.” She grinned, patted the wolf’s head once more, and headed back inside.
Kira nodded in agreement, nuzzling her head against Cheryl. Her eyes widened and she smiled brightly the best she could for a wolf at the thought of food in a bowl for her. “Cheryl, you’re the best!” she said excitedly, hopping off the back porch and running out in the field behind it.
Cheryl re-entered the house and went over to Logan. ”Can I help with anything?” She put out glasses and silverware on the table for those in the household that could eat food. ”I wish there was something we could do for Kira the wolf,” she mused. ”Did you know she used to be a human? A witch, I mean, but still human? I feel bad for her that she’s stuck in the body of a wolf.”
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“I love Barnes and Noble!” Cheryl said enthusiastically. ”I just work in an office. Typing numbers into a computer. Very boring.” She listened to Logan listing the unusual members of the household. ”I have mutants and Jotuns and SHIELD agents and angels and demon-hunters and witches and wizards coming in and out of my house. And they all eat.” She grinned at her own joke. ”That’s very good of you. I’d do the same. What kind of powers does Eva have?”
“So do we! I remember when they had Borders but now it’s gone. Makes me wonder how long Barnes and Noble will last.” she smiled. “Wow, sounds like fun.” she laughed as well. “From what I can tell, she’s an empath. She likes to be alone so that she doesn’t feel other people’s anger and violence. She doesn’t want to hurt people like she has in the past. We’re trying to help her get used to her powers.” she sighed.
“Yeah, I miss Borders. Oh, empaths must have it rough,” she said, sympathizing with the young Eva. ”I always imagined it would be maddening to have everyone else’s emotions crowding your heart all the time. I never knew how they handled it but…I guess eventually you would have to learn to screen out the feelings. Hopefully she can do that.”
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“Well.” She thought for a bit. ”Do angels eat? I’m on my lunch break from work, and I really need a sandwich or a burger or something. What do you want? I’ll buy it for you.”“Ah. I’m afraid we don’t. We don’t sleep either.”
She frowned. ”Well, then, will you go with me and sit with me while I eat lunch? I could use the company, and you seem…a bit lost, haha.”
The girl in the window (@hermioniemaidde)
I think you should show me. *smiling, puts the instrument on the little table and pushes it over to Maidde* Try not to wake up your mom, but…I’d love to hear some honest-to-goodness party music!
*Maidde walked over to the door and put her ear to it. Mother was making loud snores, as though King Kong himself lived in her chest cavity. Maidde Laughed.* We’re good. She’s in stage three. We have about a half an hour before she goes back to stage two and we have to be quiet again. *she put the instrument to her lips and played a small tune, that sounded a lot like The Riders song Mary. When she finished she giggled.* Sorry, I got a thing for the classics.
*tapping her feet to the beat of music* Wow, you’re good! I don’t think I know that song. Weird. I thought I knew all the classics, haha. What’s that song called?
Coffee date - Cheryl/Thor (@teddy-bear-thundercock)
“OK.” *Thor smiles, taking her hand. Taking her up the stars to his apartment. He sits on the couch, pats a place next to him.*
It was a smallish apartment, but furnished tastefully and with very comfortable furniture. She sat next to him on the overstuffed couch, sitting bolt upright, afraid to relax. ”So…this is your place…”
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She was joking, but she kept her back to him so he wouldn’t see the grin on her face. ”I see how it is,” she grumbled. ”Typical man, putting his job before his woman. I should be used to it by now…” She wrapped a towel around her chest and tied it in place.
He continued to frown, unable to pick up on the fact that she was joking. Even with Hans being as perceptive as he was, sometimes women were all too mysterious to him. “Liebchen… you know I don’t think of it that way. Don’t be that way.” Hans pouted, and his crooked lips seemed to be exaggerated because of it.
Cheryl turned to look at him and burst out laughing at his adorable pout. ”Oh, I’m only kidding, honey,” she admitted, going to him and pulling him into a tight hug. ”I’m sorry. I can’t resist having a bit of fun at your expense. I know you love me more than anything in the world, don’t you?”
Audition: Cheryl/Lana (@miss-lizzy-grant)
“Hello, Ms. Grant? Or—or is it Ms. Del Rey? I don’t know, uh, haha, anyhow, I’m free now, if you want to hear me play. How many pieces should I prepare?”
“2 at the least.” Lizzy said as she made her way across the marble floors to a plush leather couch located under a window in the music room. The room was grand and there were two, rather tall windows with draperies pulled to the side to let the sunlight in. The light danced it’s way into the room and focused on the white grand piano in the middle of the floor. There were drums and guitars pushed off towards one end of the room and on the other side, there were Violins, Violas and Cellos neatly placed on their stands. “You can call me Lizzy or Lana, whichever you prefer. Relax, don’t be so scared.”
“Okay…” Cheryl forced herself to take a deep breath. Auditions always scared her. She sat down at the piano and flipped through an armful of manuscripts, trying to decide. She settled on a classical piece to start and without fanfare, began to play the opening strains of Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata.” The music was slow and sweet and a bit sad. She closed her eyes, pouring her energy into the song.