((Don't know what to do.))
This is so dumb. I can't post;
Stark's face darkened even more. Stark wouldn't hear any of her tries to rectify the situation. He made her leave before he busied himself with getting ready to work on the stables. All the workers went about their duties when it was silent, having heard the anger of the Master. Stark had forgotten all about going on the shopping trip with Seraph in his rage.
I had to shorten the po.st. I'm so pi.ss.ed
(Okay, TI is r.e.t.a.r.d.ed. Can I get you to move to e.m.a.i.l or quotev? Or even a s.i.t.e I can throw together?)
Soon one of the servant girls came out to him, a glass of water in hand and looking quite timid. It was to the point her hand was shaking and nearly dropping the glass. "S-sir..." She stuttered. "The...the lady master...she's not coming out from hiding. The house doesn't like for her to be so upset. She won't accept any comfort..."
((Ummm. Do you do aim? I actually have a roleplay site I get on where you can make your own profiles and what not. It's roleplayer.me.))
((Ummm do you do aim by chance? I actually have this roleplay s.i.t.e that I get on regularly and there aren't really any rules. Do you want to try that maybe? Cause I don't know what quotev is... This is my school laptop that I do this on so things are already blocked as it is. :P))
(Quotev is a writing s.i.t.e. There aren't typical forums as far as I can tell but you can make some that are pretty much private between the two of you. There is no filtering or moderators. The problems and technical issues are minimal if not nonexistant. The only time the "forums" are down it seems is when the site gets too busy (rarely) or when it's doing maintenance (rarely). You could check it out at least, correct?)