Serious Writing Improvement RP.

( Whose character ?)

(Mine and yours. Sorry I said that completly wrong)

( Isn't your character lesbian?)

( Isn't your character lesbian?)

(I'm freaking blind I guess. My eyes read bi, but I guess not. Or did you change it?)

(No she was always straight.)

So what now?//

(I'm off, let the fun and progress begin!!!)

Okie! Who should start?//

(I will.)

Jophiel walks into the all but barren parking lot of the cafė, opened the door, and walked over to the counter.
"One water." He said, looking for his money.
"It's free." The barista said.
"Oh." He stammered awkwardly, before taking his water and heading to the booth.

( Lol.)
Zoe decided to walk into a cafe and get some tea since she usually had coffee everyday.
"Yeah I'll have a cup of tea please!" She asked the waiter.
He nodded and took down her order before Zoe slung down her backpack and took out her laptop before she started typing things into it, waiting for her order.

All the guards of the palace were lined up ready for the new comer to enter the door. There were whispers about her and not good ones either. It was rare for a girl to join the top military of Hellimore palace, the men believed the women should stay as city guards and nothing more. Zhavia though, she was different, she never let a man tell her what she can and can't do, what she is and isn't. Ever since she was five she has been training harder and more then anyone to get where she is now. The giant doors to the main hall, were opened and Zhavia walked through wearing the signature military outfit. Her face stayed mutual as she ignored the glares and whispers and walked up to where the King sat.

Alexander walks towards the cafe, opening the door with a sigh. He was so tired. His body ached from working long term last night. He needed sleep desperately, he was a dead man walking at the moment. He cracks his back and walks forward. "A black coffee…" he says, yawning softly, tossing the money on the counter.

Lili hid her wings in the alley way and walked out into the cafe, ordering a white chocolate frappe and grabbing a seat at a booth and taking out her computer and going into her photography folder

(Am I the only person whose character comes from the enemy planet?)

"I think so."

(Well, this is going to be difficult to interact with the others, but none the less it will be interesting.)

Izzy floats beside him. "Honestly Alexander…" she says, her Australian accent heavy. "You need rest…" She rests a ghostly hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head. "I'm okay, I just need some coffee…" he mutters, so others wouldn't give him weird glances.

(Well, this is going to be difficult to interact with the others, but none the less it will be interesting.)

(Our characters could become friends)

Zoe thanked the waiter before returning her attention to the computer. "Why would you do that?!" She mumbled to herself in annoyance before she took a sip of her tea and continued typing.

"Zhavia Valentine." The Kings voice boomed over the room and echoed. "Do you swear on your life that you will obey the Kings rules and never betray him?" Zhavia was hesitant, not because she was going to betray him, no never; She just didn't like authority much, she'll have to get over that though. "I do." The King nodded to each side of him beckoning for two man to come over. They wore special gloves to hold the hot iron half circles in their hands. It was tradition to get marked on the skin showing your faithful to one person only, the King. Zhavia took a deep breath as the men took them and marked the bottom of her neck. One was on top of the other so it looked like a circle that was a bit off. You weren't allowed to cry out in pain or pass out, it was considered a weakness and the was unacceptable. She brought her arm to her mouth and bit hard, so hard it made her bleed. After the it was over two women walked over and put their hands on the burn marks and healed her, though the scars would last forever. "Congratulations." The King clapped and the others followed suit. She turned to face all the people in front of her and she let herself smile in triumph.

He sighs and runs a hand through his already harassed hair. "I'm alright." The Aussie had been lecturing him as he tiredly drunk his coffee. He looks towards the red head and shakes his head. Izzy had appeared to him when he was alone in middle school. She was with him in the mental hospital, darkest of times, everything. She was his constant assurance. He saw the world two ways, with color, and how the ghosts saw it. Black and white.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jophiel stammered, whispering, pointing to the ghost next to the young man. He was sure that only he and the one talking to it could see it. Humans were… limited, after all.

Izzy looks at the other male, her eyes narrowing. "Alexander…" He looks to where she's staring. "Stay with me." HE says softly, his gaze staying on her. She nods. "Why would I leave?" She questions. He glaces at the other male, waving him over.

Jophiel puts his hands in his pockets, trying to head over as inconspicuously as possible, although probably doing the opposite.

He watches as the other walks towards him. Izzy glares at the newcomer. She was very careful around people. Alexander stares at the other male. "Can you see Izzy?" He says softly.

"The… er… Deceased person right there?" Jophiel asks. "Of course." He finishes, tugging at his tie.

He stares at the male. His heart thudding. "I-I'm not the only one…?" Alexander whispers. Izzy sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Alex, hun. I don't think you realize who he is…" She whispers. He stares at her. "What's that supposed to mean." Izzy looks at Jophiel. "And it's Izzy to you." She snaps.

"Okay…" Jophiel says, awkwardly. "All angels can see spirits, so it's only natural that I'd notice." He says.

As soon as her military marking was over, she got a few 'Congratulations' and pat's on the back. All of the men were huge, it was hard for her to believe she actually made it. "So, you made it huh?" Tyson her friend and trainer looked at her with disbelief. "Of course, it's me after all." His arm rested on her head. Tyson was much taller than her, wasn't the much older though. They have been together since they were small and inseparable. "You really think you'll make it in a real war though? There are a lot of good fighters out there." Why does he keep reminding me of this? I will be fine this is what I've trained for, no one will win against me. Zhavia ignored what he said and continued down the hall to the lunchroom where she gets to eat with the military now. "Hey girly, think you'll last?" Everyone in the room laughed. Tyson made himself look intimidating and took a step forward. Zhavia's hand on his chest stopped him. "This weakling isn't worth my time." She slipped by him and sat at a table.

He looks down. So… he really was the only human that could see ghosts? I mean, he was looking at an angel… Izzy growls. "Your kind kicked me out of heaven as a little girl." She growls. Alexander waves at Izzy. "Calm down…" he mutters towards her. She huffs and gives Jophiel a glare before sitting beside Alexander.