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Post by Sabby The Caddy on May 16, 2017 23:04:57 GMT -5
//I'm glad you're down! I'll need help coming up with who he/she betrayed.
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on May 16, 2017 23:19:33 GMT -5
ryan nicole winters art is you being free from all of the worlds heaviness - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was almost too easy to concentrate; the room was as quiet as could be, the sound of the air conditioner kicking on was the only disturbance in the blissful silence. A unsatisfied sigh came from a girl, her body slouched over a small easel. The inaudible sound of soft bristles of a paintbrush scrapped across a colorful canvas, leaving a streak of burnt orange in its wake, however the soft noise was followed by yet another puff of frustration. Quickly, the fingers holding the paintbrush discarded it into a cup -- one that held a bunch of unwanted brushes. "Stupid brush," the female muttered as she ran her free hand through her silky strawberry blonde hair.
"It's not the brushes' fault," said an older lady as she entered the room, the door closing loudly behind her. Emerald green eyes turned to face her, annoyance raking across the freckled face. The older lady was dressed in paint colored jeans and a plain gray t-shirt that would probably be ruined by the end of the day, but hey, thats what happens when someone enters the huge art room of the California university.
"The bristles are breaking, so it's not my fault either," the girl muttered under her breath, completely frustrated with the painting in front of her. The older lady strolled over to stand behind the girl on the stool before giving her all-knowing-smile that came with being the art professor, and one of the best in the state of California. The emerald eyed girl glanced over her shoulder at the professor before looking back at the painting. It was one that she has done many times, nothing special. It was of a palm-treed beach sunset; the array of colors were so easy to depict but some reason, the brushes were not capturing the image inside her head.
The professor let out a soft laugh before putting her hand on the female artists' shoulder, "Ryan, you told me you wouldn't be here today because you were moving this morning." Her voice was soft and easy, but there was a prodding question -- why was she even here?
Ryan's eyes went wide, before turning them towards the clock on the wall. 10:00 am. "Oh craaaaap. I was only going to be here for a couple of hours but -- but its been over four hours already," her embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she starting grabbing the dirty brushes and -- her professor grabbed the brushes from her, a wide smile plastered on her face. Her wrinkled, spider-webbed eyes were glittering with amusement.
"Don't worry, I'll clean the mess," she motioned to Ryan to head out the door. "Next time you get lost in your artwork, make sure your schedule is clear. I'll see you later."
Ryan gave her a soft smile, her cheeks were completely flushed by the time she reached the door. "Thanks, Professor Mckenna," the strawberry blonde hollered as she ran out the door, with a slight wave to accompany her goodbye.
It was 10:30am by the time Ryan was pulling up the apartment building that she would now call home. It was only a couple blocks away from campus, which made both driving and walking easier for her. She knew that she would miss staying on campus but there was no point to go into anymore of a debt because the doors were closer, so luckily for her -- she was able to find a flat; unfortunately, it was to be shared with ten other people -- yikes. As Ryan glanced up at the gorgeous building, she really could only hope that .. one, they liked her, and two, she had her own space for her art. It would be a pain if she always had to go to the art center to do her work, because sometimes the best place to do it was when she was alone, in her room, surrounded by familiarity. The art center was like a second home but when many other artists were there, it was often hard to concentrate; not every artist was a painter/drawer like herself, so the variety of noises could be overwhelming for a thinking artist like Ryan.
Ryan chewed at her bottom lip nervously. She knew one thing for certain, with ten other students, this was going to be quite overwhelming -- no matter how outgoing she tried to seem. All she could think about ... what if they thought she was a freak? Artists sometimes get such a crappy reputation, but she really was trying not to be such a freak .. at least she didn't think she was?
The green eyed beauty looked down at her outfit, her hands entwined together. She wore tight dark jeans that hugged her hips, paired with gray booties and a plain gray v-neck. She looked so average, but at least she wasn't covered in paint for her first official meeting so that was quite the accomplishment -- at least in her books it was. She gave one more look back at her locked car before heading into the tall building. After entering the elevator, the fourth floor came way too soon. A wave of tension coiled around her body, acting as if it was a snake trying to smother her. Her brows knitted together, and as she took a deep breathe -- she knocked on the door.
God, she hoped she wasn't the last one to arrive. She wanted to be early, early enough to introduce herself, and the last thing she wanted to do was disappear into her artwork -- on the same day as her move in day.
Ryan was holding her breath as she waited outside of the flat's door, her fingers were hooked in her belt loops.
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Post by lozi on May 16, 2017 23:26:29 GMT -5
[ scar are there any more characters open? ]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on May 16, 2017 23:28:01 GMT -5
Well I was thinking of trying something new, so I was thinking maybe they're the sly kind of fellow. The kind of guy who comes off charming though is quite the mess deep down, not sure if I'm describing this right. Basically a backstabber who only looks out for himself in the long run. He befriends everyone and cuts them loose later on when he deems them worthless to him. So really he could betray anyone, but reading through everything I can't really single out anyone he'd have already betrayed so maybe's just known as a backstabber maybe?
I was debating on using a character I've been wanting to rp for a long time, but I'm not if you'd allow them. lol
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 16, 2017 23:49:30 GMT -5
Rip this was done on mobile and probably sucks But nothing fancy Hopefully no one else has replied yet lmao Okay
"Are you going to the Yogathon on Saturday?"The inquisitively enthusiastic voice of none other than Josephine Baker. Her voice was still a tad hoarse, she hadn't done much talking since she had woken up, and an early morning class didn't require any social interaction. The young red head sitting across from her had been shoving sweaty shoes into her already overpacked dance bag when her head shot up. "Oh! Right um, good question.." She replied before shaking her head and standing up. Securing the strap more securely over her shoulder, she tilted her head and started walking towards the door out of the studio. She stopped for a moment to allow Josephine to catch up before following up, "You?",she asked in a nonchalant tone, pulling out her water bottle and taking a long swig.
Josephine had since fallen in step besides her and pursed her lips in thought. Yogathan meant time commitment, and time was a precious commodity these days. "You know, Im not entirely sure", she wondered aloud with a sigh. Who knew what she had planned for this weekend, usually her scheduled wasn't solidified until the night before. "I might be working, but you can probably count on me not showing up", she said with a wink before stepping outside the building onto the concrete of the sidewalk,"-but I will see you for morning yoga on Monday?", by this time she was walking in the opposite direction of her friend, who just looked at her with a goofy smile. "Dang, do I smell that bad?", Lina, her friend, asked before shaking her head. By now , Jo was quite a ways down the block, but still had managed to hear her. "No! New roommates, gotta get going", she called with a smile before sending an enthusiastic wave her way.
How bad of a roommate would she be if she was there to greet the newcomers. Plus, knowing Ari, her friend definitely didn't want to be only person showing them the ropes. Cursing under her breath, Josephine whipped out phone and send a quick message her way. She would be there soon, five minutes tops if the traffic lights decided to be on her side this lovely day. Either way, when she got there, she would be sure to apologize profusely, she had been deciding on whether the class was a good idea for the past few days, and usually it was a great decision. The yoga studio was so close, and it was a perfect way to get energized for the day's challenges, much like a persons affinity to cup of morning Joe before facing the world. It usually didn't run this late, but Josephine knew that there is never a perfect day. At least this was something she could deal with rather quickly.
By now the female's pace was a brisk jog, a little hurried but poised to the point where passerby would just think she was cooling down from a long workout. Letting out a long breath, Josephine tugged at the hairband holding her pale tresses in a messy bun until it relieved her scalp of its painful grip. The blonde waves fell down to her shoulders in a swift motion before her slender fingers raked through them hastily. She didn't want to scare them away- who would want to live with an out of breath crazy looking lady. "Everything is going to be fine" she repeated as she yanked the door to the apartment open, and in a matter of seconds found herself in the spacious stairwell, taking two steps with each graceful leap. Bursting out the fourth floor door, Josephine froze when she saw a girl standing in the hallway. Panting lightly, Josephine scanned the scene before her before taking action- the girl wasn't just standing anyway, that was most definitely her home. This was it, someone was here, and she was late. With her eagerness delegating ever so slightly, she set her shoulders and started forward slowly.
"Hi! Oh.. ugh, sorry to startle you!" She started enthusiastically before stopping next to her. "I'm Josephine-but call me Jo" she started with an easy smile. Shrugging her shoulders up, she apologized quickly before reaching the door. "It should be open! At least I hope it is", she added, before grasping it firmly and pushing forward. Josephine then slid past her quickly before setting her small duffle on the a floor next to the door. "Ariella! I'm home, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm a mess-", she stopped mid-sentence before turning to Ryan. "Oh wow.. I must be absolutely distressing to you right now", she realized with a small gasp. Taking a number of steps back, she searched the apartment with for a familiar face before offering another small smile to the Newcombe, "Please take your time, take it in! Also, if you need help getting in, please don't be afraid to ask", she emphasized with a firm nod.
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Post by shades on May 16, 2017 23:52:34 GMT -5
Lol I did his form on mobile so forgive me on this. Charles “Charlie” Franklin Fitzgerald FC: Tom Holland [ 1 | 2 | 3 ] Major/Developmental Psychology | Minor/Sociology Male | Twenty-one Shades Loyal-Funny-Naïve He’s wholly boyish, at an average height with attractive features and a definite klutz. His figure is wiry but strong, having a slight tan that spans across his body with multiple discolored freckles that litter his skin likened to uncorrelated points on a plot. Naturally wavy chocolate tresses fall around his forehead, his eyes that are equivalent to chocolate and soulless pits in the shadows whilst reflecting the natural light similar window to the beyond. His nose is buttoned, and the bridge of it hosts a small scar from the Trampoline Incident of 2004. That said, Charlie takes on a more innocent and naive nature. He’s an awkward young man, but still incredibly brilliant in his own right. He has trouble with communication and hearing, but is absolutely terrible at texting back. His mother and step-family are important to him, just as important as helping people. He’s not afraid to stand up to someone, even if they are someone he believes in and looks up to. He banters a lot, but apologizes afterwards. Tries too hard and is eager to please. Agonizing over his choices and each decision he makes, Charlie often experiences brief moments of panic and frustration. He does, however, continuously to keep a strong mask in front of his friends. Campus and Community Involvement: Basketball team, Alpha Phi Omega, Psi Chi Psychology Honors Fraternity, Tuesday Swing Dance, Anime & Gamer’s Guild, server at local Perkins Relationship: forever single Background: He grew up in a small town in Washington with his mother and step-family. Instead of going to special education, Charlie went to public school and participated in extracurriculars and graduating with honors.
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 16, 2017 23:55:24 GMT -5
I'm screaming SHAE Tom's umbrella dance I'm still shook
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Post by shades on May 16, 2017 23:59:58 GMT -5
[ Tom Holland's lip sync battle gave me ten years of life. ]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on May 17, 2017 0:00:25 GMT -5
//I'll get to working on form now~
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Post by Salted Squid on May 17, 2017 0:03:50 GMT -5
aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnndd done with my sweet child. I swear she is still gonna show up in a cat hoodie. That will be everyone's first impression of her. "Look at this small kitty bean")
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 17, 2017 0:04:53 GMT -5
I'm actually disgusted That I didn't come up with that myself Of course she can lol
Yeah poor Ryan Jo knew she had done wrong The minute she walked in
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 0:25:00 GMT -5
ahh i got you, i saw above! i apologize! ]]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on May 17, 2017 0:49:54 GMT -5
Raphael De Luca FC: Kit Harrington [ 1 | 2 | 3 ]
Majors in Criminal Justice. // Minors in psychology Male // Twenty Nayoko Charming -Cruel - Intelligent
Raphael is a alright looking young gentleman nothing really to complain about on his part. He stands about 6'3, and has a lean body build. He has a longer set of curly raven black hair with a matching beard however he keeps the beard somewhat trimmed . So it's always noticeable yet never bushy and ragged. His eyes are light brown shade. His skin tone is pale despite having some Hispanic heritage it's quite clear his mother's side took more dominance in his appearance.
Raphael was raised in a family who used to be rich, yet by the time he was born his father had gambled it all away. He heard stories from his relatives how his parents used to own a mansion, yet here he was being raised in a run down apartment by a father who lost all will to do anything. This molded Raphael into the man he would soon to be known as. This environment of living in dirt and hearing how bad his father was made Raphael a man of great skill. In hopes of not repeating his father's mistake he became a charming young man. All throughout school he was known as the friendly guy anyone could love. At least on the surface when you dig a bit deeper into Raphael you'll soon find a ruthless man who seeks to bring success back to the De Luca family name. Not honor, but success meaning he'll cut ties just like that if it means he'll gain something in the process. Even his best friend throughout high school was a victim of this. As in by turning on his friend by planting him in a crime he was suspend. Meaning Raphael was the one to get the scholarship to the college he wanted to go to. Besides that Raphael is a pretty intelligent guy due to always studying in hopes fixing what his father destroyed. What most people don't know about Raphael is he is a big gamer, and spends a lot of his free time inside a MMO world.
Campus and Community Involvement: Waiter at a fancy restaurant, a pitcher for the baseball team, and known to volunteer for most charity events.
Relationship status: Never has been romantically involved with anyone. Background: Raised by a once famous and rich father, but now a husk of his former self. He was a straight A student, and only one other student in his high school scored higher on the exams then him. However that student is now a felon so the scholarship he was going to get was passed down to Raphael.
//Sorry this is bed was talking to my friend, and drinking.
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on May 17, 2017 1:47:58 GMT -5
Ariella Faye Harper Before she could react to the sound of the a fist against the door, the nob wiggled. The dark-haired lass turned swiftly to grab a chef's knife from the block and held it at arms length. The thought process? Well, someone was trying to break in to kill her, of course. What other explanation was there? And so, there she stood, wielding a recently sharpened knife in one hand and a spatula in the other. Did this actually make much sense? No, probably not to most, logical folk. They probably would have assumed that one of the newcomers had arrived and was simply testing the door or something. Or maybe one of her current flatmates had forgotten their keys and knocked to see if she were able to let them in? But, no. Miss Ariella Harper was quick to jump to the worst conclusion. Clearly someone was trying to kill her.
As the door flew open, she waved the knife around, prepared to attack back. "I HAVE A KNIFE, AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE IT," she shrieked, gaze clearly not reaching the people standing in the doorway fast enough. Her stance had changed from one of relaxed cooking to one ready to attack or defend, depending on the movements of her opponents.
Once the dark brown gaze reached the figures in the kitchen, the knife was lowered and an innocent expression took over her face. What? She definitely did not just threaten Jo and this random girl. No. Never. Ariella turned quickly to deposit the knife on the counter and the spatula beside the griddle before positioning herself to look the newbie up and down with a critical eye. Her expression turned from one of caution to a thoughtful, almost judgemental look. Hmmmm. Interesting. The murky narrowed eyes then turned to the other lass, standing a few feet away.
"Mojojojo!" she greeted with a nod, pretending as if the whole scene with the knife hadn't just occurred. Surely if she just acted like she weren't crazy, that's what the new person would believe, yes?
As she began to open her mouth to acknowledge the other, less familiar gal, a whiff of burning drifted past her. Hm, how odd. Ari furrowed her brow, curious as to the rather unfriendly smell. After a moment, her eyes widened. "OH, SHHT. THE FOOD." Realizing the state of her breakfast, the lass turned once more to find an increasingly dark disk sitting on the griddle. No, no, no, no, no, no... Not the food! Forgetting momentarily the presence of the other two, Ari worked swiftly to save the pancakes from the hot plate, but it was no use. Two of the pancakes had been burnt to a crisp. Once the sad remains had been retrieved, she placed a few more dollops of batter onto the griddle and then returned her attention to the others.
"Ah, sorry," she finally spoke again, gaze bouncing from one lass to the other. "Can I interest either of you in a pancake? If you're hungry right now, don't want to wait for this next batch, and don't mind burnt shht, you're welcome to the ones that just came off." She shrugged and held out the plate to the others, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by вlue вlood on May 17, 2017 6:09:35 GMT -5
oml rps get lit when i'm asleep I'll catch up & get my character up asap! c:
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on May 17, 2017 10:32:43 GMT -5
ryan nicole winters art is you being free from all of the worlds heaviness - - - - - - - - - - - - - A voice from behind Ryan caused her to pivot on her heels, facing the owner of the silvery tone. A frown pulled at her plush lips as she took in the overly excited female, her words continued to tumble out of her mouth, even though Ryan had yet to even make a noise. She just watched as the other girl carried on, moving her shoulders up and down in apology and her hair was whipping across her face as she turned to face the door. Of course, the strawberry blonde knew the door was going to be open, left unlocked for the new arrivals but she was also not one of those types of people to just barge in someone's home without formal permission. Yes, of course, this would soon be her flat and of course, she would not need permission to enter but for now - it was better not to barge in.
As the excited girl, Jo, opened the door -- revealing a beautiful, huge flat, she also revealed quite a startling sight. A smaller girl stood behind the counter of the kitchen, both of her hands were full; one was wrapped around a spatula and the other, well, the other was wrapped around a sharp-looking knife. Ryan's silvery-green eyes darted back and forth from Jo, to the knife-wielding girl, to the door. Okay, so maybe she wasn't going to be the freak of the household, especially since there was someone pointing a knife at her.
Ryan let out a defeated sigh. Did she happen to get the wrong floor number? Did she walk into the wrong building? There had to be a logical explanation as to why someone she was supposed to be living with would be pointing a knife in her direction, and just as soon as she opened the door. Running her fingers through her soft strawberry blonde hair, she turned her focus on Jo, who seemed unamused by this girl's reaction. Huh.
The artist moved to look at the girl in the kitchen, who was now wearing quite the innocent expression and her hand no longer held a knife. What in the world. She gave a shriek, letting lose a nickname for Jo -- or at least that Ryan's guess for the strange name, one that resemble the villain in the old tv show, Powerpuff Girls. Just as the green eyed girl was going to introduce herself, finally, she was yet interrupted again by that same girl, the one who was just holding a knife.
Ryan ran yet another set of fingers through her hair, anxiety was radiating from her in waves. Did this girl just offer up burnt pancakes? Um, of course she did. Within the last few minutes, Ryan came to the conclusion that she was not to expect anything normal with this new group of flatmates. She only met two of them, how the heck were the rest of the eight going to be? This caused a depressing frown to stretch over the lovely artist's face, but it quickly disappeared as she remember that it would be rude, quite rude, of her not to at least answer the strange kitchen girl.
"Um," she gave a soft cough, "I'm Ryan Winters." She took a step forward, extending her hand to both Jo and the strange girl; she didnt know if any of them would actually shake her hand or do something strange, but Ryan pretended to not care as she stood in the middle of the flat, awkward as all hėll.
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on May 17, 2017 12:07:39 GMT -5
[ My character is done, but I don't think I'm advanced enough to be in this roleplay. ]
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on May 17, 2017 14:22:08 GMT -5
I can usually only do one good paragraph. But reading some of y'alls examples, I am nowhere near as good...
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 17, 2017 14:50:42 GMT -5
Everyone starts somewhere! Everyone is a fantastic Rper and brings something different to the role-play! I would love to see your style :C:
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