Ginger-Pipomaid

*spits out random rp journal*//Ginger was frustrateeeeed. here she was after finally getting the kitchen spotless and SOMEMONKEY came in and just wrecked the place looking for a banana or something. so now she's gotta clean it all again! DX she was too shy to ask for help, and a bit too stubborn as well, so she started scrubbing everything all over again. she picked up a big bowl, blinking a bit. where did this go? she tenses a bit and looked up at the fridge. oh right... this was the bowl that went on top of the fridge for whatever reason... well CRUD how was she supposed to get it put away?she walked over to the fridge and held up the bo...

I've been braindead here ; 3 ;I'm trying to be more active, it's just a little hard with me needing to earn money via commissions, and frankly DA isn't really helping in that department. It's not exactly easy to chat rp while working either because DA chats don't make sounds like MSN does. I'm trying guys but idk how long I can keep 'trying' here. it seemes the whole rp has literally died.I miss the old days where all we did was come on to rp, not letting on that we're stressed about irl stuff, just coming to have fun as a family. .n. those days seem long gone now. did we outgrow the rp? or is life just getting in the way of the imaginary ...

Ginger left her room back in uniform, sighing a bit as she got to work again, first going to the kitchen and starting on the dishes, avoiding talking to anyone. she hadn't been here long in the base, and was still adjusting to being around so many monkeys. she kept herself busy with various chores to go along with the job of being the base's maid. she still didn't know anyone, had barely spoken to Specter only to get the job, and seemed to avoid everyone else, only hanging out with her brother when he was around.it was a new beginning here for her. but she'd need help getting out of that scared little rut she's locked herself in.