It's been a while since I done this, so let's hope I done it right. Nor did I want to be on here. I changed the url so you might not recognise it, but I wanted to give writing another shot, sorry for that confusion. It's John McGraw, Gabby. I tried to reach you on Twitter but to no avail via Solitares. I really messed up that up and how to approach you, sorry.

I know we can have a chat on here these days via messaging, and there's a few things I need it want to speak to you about, or even know something. More so than before.

I know I made some stupid mistakes that probably hurt you at the time, and I can't apologise enough for it. You probably don't want to dig all that up again nine years, I understand that. You don't owe me any of your time but I would like to be able to. Either on here or Discord, whichever works best for you. All I'd like is ten or fifteen minutes of your time. Hell, you can respond through this post, or even let me know? I wanted to say more but I don't want to push. It's your choice. Or I'm making a fool of myself to you by saying or doing any of this.

I won't lie but I'd like to be friends again and to be able to speak again. If anything to make up for everything, or because I want to get to know you again after all these years. I'm getting ahead of myself, I know. Or to start anew. Either way, I'm hoping you'll respond, and I still did this post right. This is why I decided against writing on here, this site is confusing to use for this old guy to get to grips with.

I'll edit and add what I wanted to say here instead. I could talk about the past but I know I was to treat you as I did the last time because I was frustrated at the distance (I have an idea why you were now). I can't apologise enough for it, and I can only say I'm not that way anymore. And I lost all I wanted to say, damn. I'll try remember what I said. I realised I made a lot of mistakes from day one with you, small ones but they added up. You didn't deserve any of it. I enjoyed speaking to you but suffocated you by speaking daily, stuff like that. I regret all this because you were the kindest, warmest, sweetest person I've known (back then). I don't know how you feel or felt or think about me after all that. but you had a big impact on me and changed me for the better despite the short time we've spoken and known each other. I'm not happy to be trying to reach out because I feel selfish after all that and I'm trying to come back into your life, when you could be happy and a better place than before. I've always wanted the best for you and to be happy, and I'm sorry I'm doing this. I'm only asking for a chance to prove I'm sincere, I've changed, and in wanting to be friends again, start anew, and get to know each other again in a fresh slate. All I know is I can't show you anything by mere words but acting. Then again, It's all your call, your pace, if you want to do this. I dropped a lot on you and I'll give you as much time as you need to think, if you do. If you don't then it's fine, I had my chances. Like I said, I want the best for you and if speaking to me will stop that or upset you, that's fine. Anyway I'll be either on Twitter as Solitares (steelandsilence), here, or Discord on solitares6714 if you do decide to give me a chance.

"I am certain you have come to expect no less from the likes of me, Albert." Gloved digits slid down marginally, grasping into the skin tight material of the other, if only for a second.

"Must you make your intent obvious, Albert? If you desiderated for my attention, you needn't make a such public spectacle of yourself." Without another word, the tyrant slapped his fellow's buttock, firmly. A soft intake of breath escaped with a gentle purr.

"Dare I inquire- what are you on about-" A sudden grasp to his firm posterior was swatted with a masculine gloved hand. "You never ceased to intrigue and confuse me simultaneously."

"Idle, you say? Perhaps you are simply in denial when you refer to yourself as an eligible candidate in the same food chain as I am. We are aware only the strongest will survive and the weakest will perish."

"Are you perhaps suggesting foreplay? Come now, the likes of you wouldn’t last no more than a minute. I am certain you are aware of that. Why waste my time further for a mere moment of amusement?"

-Cups that crotch of HUNK's-

          ” I

                       NEED

                                AN ADULT!!!”

Is this blog still active, or have you gone on hiatus or moved?--I saw you and HUNK interacting on my dash. Do you have an about/rules page?

There is a long answer to this, anon. But the short version is that the blog is in roleplay purgatory for the time being. As for rules.. Well, this blog was only for friends, to be honest, so I didn't think a rules page or an about was required. 

-Takes what he wants, when he wants- 

-Cups that crotch of HUNK's-

          ” I

                       NEED

                                AN ADULT!!!”

"You simply fail to grasp the elegance for which black represents. Perhaps green is suited to the likes of you, my dear, and Redfield."

"Green is not a creative color. That is all.”

“As you wish, Doctor Chambers.” Albert spoke slowly and placed emphasis on the title as if he were speaking to a child, allowing them to believe they had won, even though the tone was mocking and unamused as the words spilled from his mouth. “It would appear you failed to respond to my inquiry. I shall simply take your silence as concurrence, Doctor.”

"And we are well aware as to what had captivated your carnal desires, Doctor.”  

“Miss Chambers.” The smooth tones of the tyrant came forth from his mouth as he adjusted the sunglasses on his nose into their usual position with a clad finger, calmly as ever. “I wasn't aware you missed your dear captain. I suppose you couldn't quite help yourself, my dear. Humans are such sentimental creatures, after all. Do you still allow your carnal fantasies for myself keep you awake at night, even after all these years?” The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smirk at the medic.

Rebecca wanted to roll her eyes — until she couldn’t possibly roll them anymore.

Him.

Again.

Really, she was this close to getting a restraining order for stalker-esque behavior on his part. (But did they do them for dead people?)

“Dr. Chambers.” A  prideful and stubborn huff.

"—And don’t flatter yourself. If your ego got any bigger your head would expand like a balloon.” She was half-tempted to blow a bubble in his sunglasses from the bubble wand in her hand. Now wouldn’t that be a riot? But then he’d probably throw her against the wall, and she wasn’t all for that so -

But imagining soap in his eye was a pleasant thought.

Well, this was fun while it lasted. A week or two, this time round. 

 Albert felt his mouth tug slightly, as if he were going to smile. Apparently the agent was as dense as he believed. He would follow orders like a good boy, without question, all to get a pat on the head from his master. With each word that came from HUNK's mouth, the noose merely tightened round his neck. “I believe I shall. You will relinquish everything I require to gain access to your master, hound, as well as her location. Or, if you so desire, I can take what I need from your corpse. Sure, her location may be lost to me for a period of time, but I am certain you'd be more useful in death than in life.” A symphony of leather creaking indicated his hand was moving, tightened his fist until it was closed.

HUNK was tired of giving out answers, time to make Wesker work for this one. “Why don’t you take a wild guess? I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out what she’s doing, you’re an intelligent man—here I’ll even give you a small hint. They’ve been all the rage for the past few years and were the source of the world’s outbreaks.”

“Perhaps you failed to grasp my meaning, with that insufficient intelligent of your's, James. Allow me to be clear enough so even you can comprehend what I had asked. What role do you play? And why the sudden change of heart on Miss Wong's part?” Albert took a few steps forward, closing the gap between the two marginally, as he adjusted his shades into their usual place. He knew this one would soon be punished for his insolence. 

Albert hadn’t heard the name before, even though he had paid close attention to his former associate. Every move she had made since the incident in Spain, he had shadowed her presence. “I see. In what does she deal in now?” He ignored the other question, paying no heed to man’s inquiry. After all, It was a mere component in his design.  

“Simply one who is adroitness in various skills.” Picking up on her uncertainty, Albert elaborated patiently. “And it does seem to have prospered under your management. Might I ask, who owned the place prior to your involvement?”

corruptedmorality started following you

The anticipated reaction was of no consequence to him, it was nothing more than a minor setback — a stepping stone. Albert was aware of whom he spoke to and role she had played in the removal of one of those so-called elite members of the military branch, SOLDIER. He would have to keep this farce up a little while longer, though he knew it would all be worth it. “I suppose I must apologize, my dear. I was simply pertaining to how I had never come across someone of your skills.” Albert took another sip, a longer one than before, and resumed. “Most impressive. Tell me, how did you end up in the management of this establishment?”  

Just to remind some people that you can always throw me an ask or message, if you'd want to plot or thread with me, and I'll reply to it when I get up or come on next. Even if I'm not following you (due to dash clutter), go for it and I'll need to follow back or I'll never know if you replied or not. Only a friendly reminder. 

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them!

Thank you. This actually means a lot coming from you, thank you again. 

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them!

I need to get more less serious Wesker icons because I’m running out of them

But you know I love you to pieces without any icons that reflect that. I’m also glad you also liked my ask from earlier, I meant every word of it. It was my pleasure for the supporting and helping when I could with the account. Pfft, and you’re silly. I know I never played all my characters that well, but it’s still lovely of you to say what you did~ Wanted to use a Tom Welling icon for this because it summed up how I looked.

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them!

"Why thank you."

The anticipated reaction was of no consequence to him, it was nothing more than a minor setback -- a stepping stone. Albert was aware of whom he spoke to and role she had played in the removal of one of those so-called elite members of the military branch, SOLDIER. He would have to keep this farce up a little while longer, though he knew it would all be worth it. “I suppose I must apologize, my dear. I was simply pertaining to how I had never come across someone of your skills.” Albert took another sip, a longer one than before, and resumed. “Most impressive. Tell me, how did you end up in the management of this establishment?”  

corruptedmorality started following you

“I’m quite certain you heard me the first time, my dear.” He responded patiently. His hand placed the cup back down on the surface and regarded her for a moment. ‘Perhaps you’re not accustomed to hearing such in this place?” As Albert spoke, his orbs resumed sizing her up and making mental notes. Apparently his initial conclusion was correct, not that were was any doubt in the matter. A smirk crept from the corner of his thin lips and spread the entirety of his face.