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Name: Kuro or Jesse. Whichever you prefer.

Roleplaying Experience: Not really sure. Three or four years, maybe?

Preferred Roleplay Style: I'll do pretty much anything, although there's tons of stuff I've never tried. I'm willing to, though.

Roleplaying Sample: You've seen my posts with Tesy, but...Here's this, too. ._.

The words spoken that are in the Romany/Romani language...e_e
Dya -- Mother
Gaje -- Non-Gypsy
So -- What
Tu -- You
Kocho -- Nerve
Barearav -- Respect
Raklo -- Non-Gypsy boy
Me -- I


The devil. On one hand, there was divorce. On the other, there was black magic, unexpected failures, malevolence, bad influences... All of their cards had similar meanings. Not one of them pointed to anything good. How the hell was he supposed to sugar coat this one?

The couple across from him...The look in their eyes when they stared each other down disgusted him. It was like a couple of animals who couldn't wait to get their paws on their prey. He wasn't one to be all for love in the first place, but that wasn't even love, it was lust.

Not that he had anything against that, it just wasn't something he was in the mood to see. And of course, the two had not come to hear that their benefits were doomed. They wanted to hear about how they would have it forever, and would always have the option of great sex with a much-too-willing partner.

He almost wanted to just tell them to fuck before it was too late. It was people like them that made his readings not half as enjoyable as he wanted them to be. Well...His dya wasn't around, was she...?

Kizzy plastered a sadistic smile on his face, eyes glinting. "You two gaje...Get out of here and eat each your damned hearts out." He directed his eyes to the shocked expression of the boy. "Before you walk in on your bitch with another man, preferably."

They both just stared at him, and the looks on their faces were priceless. He started giggling, and their faces warped even more. "What are you waiting for? Get out, out, out!"

If they could have gone any faster from there, they probably would have. As soon as they got out, they started bickering about the madman giving tarot card readings. But before they were even out of Kizzy's earshot - there weren't really walls around him - he heard the boy ask his "one true love" if she was cheating on him. Ahh, if his dya found out, she would kill him for sure. At least he wasn't someone who lied about what the cards said just to make the customer happy.

Once his giggle fit was over, he stood, leaving his small table. A few dollars in hand, he lightly stepped - almost danced - to an older woman, her hair just starting to get a few grey hairs. Her face looked weathered, but not wrinkled, and her blank expression stayed that way when she saw her son approaching. Kizzy's head dropped in a small bow, and he dropped the money in his mother's hand.

"Dya."

"Kizzy, why were they yelling?"

"So?"

"Why were they yelling at each other when they left you?"


He just shrugged, a dark red vest falling off one of his shoulders and down his arm, getting caught on one of many silver and gold bangles. He had made them all himself, and refused to wear any others.

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to him, trying to look intimidating. To anyone else the woman's fierce gaze may have worked, but he was used to this. He was immune by now.

"Tu are this close to pressing my last kocho. Barearav me, raklo, or you're out."

Kizzy's face hardened at this.

"Me am no raklo," he hissed, the last word layered with extreme distaste and disgust. "I am no gaje."

"Tu will be if tu keeps this up. Understand?"

He wanted more than anything to stick his tongue out at her like he used to do just to spite her, but bit it instead and nodded curtly.

"Dya, may me use the main room?" The woman's actions faltered, and she hesitated before nodding.

"Thank you."

The only time he got offended when being called a gaje was when it was done by his mother. Anyone else could sit there and chant their faces off trying to insult him with it, and he'd just giggle and ignore them.

He grumbled under his breath, walking quickly past his previous table to grab his babies. Bare feet took him to a small wagon, and he sat on a chair near the steps leading into it.

Kizzy was still quietly fuming, but it was quickly fading. Soon his eyes were closed and his head bobbing back and forth to some tune he heard in his head. Once he had completely forgotten the incident, he started humming along with his head bobbing. A bad day never quite stayed that way with him.

What he really wanted right now was...Was someone who actually gave a damn about what they asked him for. Someone who even if they didn't actually care what the cards said, at least didn't mind hearing the truth of them.
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