Alrighty. I can't think of any dislikes, but I do have one fear in mind.

for dislikes it can be a bit tricky at time, just think of a few generic ones or check online, they can be anything.

Fixed.

(accepted)

For several weaks, the simple repetition of life happening around you brought back the sense of normalcy. At this point, the deer incident was nothing more then an oddly vivid dream in your mind, almost fully forgoten at this point. Despite being around for a while tho, you hadnt realy interacted mutch with your neighbourgs yet, from the little nods you get when crossing their path in the comunals areas and the noises happening at various time of day tho, you were vaguely able to tell where each ones lived tho ou coudnt alwais be sure.

What was sure however was that somthing, or rather someone, had been in your appartment this morning when you awoke. It didnt lasted long but you were still awoken by the sound of your front door slamming shot followed soon by a muffled voice that seemed to be speaking in an other language on the other side of it.

Mercedes sighed, rubbing her forehead. This area gets weirder and weirder by the day... she thought to herself. She mustered herself to get out of bed, flattening the top of her floofy hair, stretching in the process.

Mercedes sighed, rubbing her forehead. This area gets weirder and weirder by the day... she thought to herself. She mustered herself to get out of bed, flattening the top of her floofy hair, stretching in the process.

(Apologies for the double post, my chromebook bad.)

On a plate laying directly on the floor in the center of your appartment was what looked like an animal leg. Whoever had done so did an alright job at cleaning up the meat, preventing you from having to deal with a bloody mess on top of that whole situation, however it also meant that you coudnt quite figure out what the animal was. The hoof still on the piece of meat did offer a few clues but without the skin, it was getting difficult to get more information on it.

Asside from the obvious adition to your living space, the door was still unlocked, suggessing that whoever had came in still had a key to your appartment. However, as on cue, your upstare neighbours started their daily screeming match for meaningless things, this time it was because the wife had forgot to shot off the light in the bathroom.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=99758&page=6#58 Author: Cian Time Posted: 11/20/2021 at 11:41 PM From the glimps you caugh before leaving, the men was picking at somthing lodged between his exposed scales, you coudnt quite identify what it was tho it seemed as if he was trying to remove the shard without ripping them off. Outside of the room, everything was as usual. The various painting decorating the walls still displayed their happy senaries. You could hear childreen play somwhere nearby, the old clock joining to the joyfull noises with the eternal ticking of time, muffled voices echoed out from some of the appartments, people talking, music from the radio and even the odd sound of mechanical tools reverbed in the hallway. The smell of wood and the whirring of a small saw were a good indication that the guy three door down from you had started to work again, on what you coudnt be sure but he did love practicing his woodcarving. All and all, the small trip from the bathroom to your appartment was fairly uneventfull, tho somthing told you it woudnt remain this way for long.

(Time to quote since we're more! Welcome, Necto!)


The environment around me left me confused for a moment. The whole building followed its usual rhythm, inviting me to forget what I just experienced. It felt like I had been somewhere else, almost like I had just woken up.
Was all this movement always heard in the communal bathroom and it was just me who didn't catch it? Although no one approached when I raised my voice...
I shook my head, wanting to stop thinking about what happened. Actually wanting to stop thinking. Just go blank brain, I asked myself, finally entering the safety of my apartment. There, after closing the door, I looked inside my home with new eyes. The light in my room and in the kitchen were still on, the glass I used in the morning was on the table, where I left it. Everything is exactly the same, I thought, taking a closer look at the interior.

I was sitting in front of the door eating some orange cookies, looking at my masterpiece. I had put each of the padlocks that came with the apartment. A dinning room chair held the knob, while the living room table served as a base to keep the legs from sagging. The furniture that previously adorned one side of the door was in front of the table, supporting it, and a small plastic plant was in the center of the furniture. I nodded pleased, covering my head with the blanket I brought to guard the entrance. Not on my watch. I thought, hugging myself.

If your still taking ppl I'd like to join <3

Name: Michael
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:

Personality: Shy and self-centered, he hates when people come up to him
Like: The color purple
Dislike: Meeting other people
Fears(s): Ghosts. Just ghosts.
Others: Memo :p