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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 12:11:14 GMT -5
mornin' y'all. honestly, I am so excited to write Rhett's introduction, once we start up with those. he's all kinds of extra and annoying, so.. good times are ahead :'^)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on May 31, 2017 12:44:28 GMT -5
(hey guys c: my friend is coming over in a few hours, but I should be able to rp tonight~ I'm excited to meet everyone's characters and have them all interact!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 31, 2017 13:05:29 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm excited too x I'm ready to reply all the time. Obviously, taking timezones into account, I might not be on at the same times, but I'll do my bst]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 31, 2017 13:17:00 GMT -5
[No problem scar, I'll be here x]
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Post by Rivermagic on May 31, 2017 14:38:48 GMT -5
(Hiya, the characters look pretty cool, so it's gonna be interesting to see them interacting and playing off each other~!)
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✩ no one does it better
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Post by dou on May 31, 2017 15:59:24 GMT -5
Piper Mae Caverly "Oh, sweetheart. Trust me, you don't know the half of me." May 02, 2017 9:23 Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. RIIIIIING. RIIIIING.
Click.
Hmmph. Nine twenty-three and there's not even breakfast yet. What kind of crazy place is this?Just kidding.A massive heap of blankets was curled up on a chair, soft breathing and the rise of fall of a tiny chest with the careful breathing. A petite hand pushed the blankets off of the small framed body, dull eyes parting as they opened, long eyelashes fluttering open. Little hands rubbing against her eyes as she woke up, the light flowing into her light colored room, her blankets pied on top of her. It was around 54° in the outside world, the light and heat making it closer to 70°. Blonde locks tied up in a bun, painted fingernails clicking against the arm of the chair. Glassy eyes landed on the alarm clock, numbers burning into her mind as she read them.9:25 AM.Shht, she thought, her eyes closing as she rubbed her forehead. Work."Oh my god, I'm going to be late!"The short woman jumped to her feet, her hand rubbing at her eye as she pushed open the door, walking out into the main room. She was greeted by the soft purring of her new kitten, Blankie, and her Norwegian Buhund, Holly. She pet the two pets, her soprano voice coming out in a gentle coo of words. "Good morning, my two little children!"Piper licked at her lips before she brewed a quick pot of coffee, picking it up and sipping at it while purring under her breath. "Mmm.. Black coffee," she mumbled to herself, walking around the kitchen and gathering the foods needed for her two little ones. "Eat up, mi amigos!" She cooked herself a quick omelette before gathering the supplies she would need for the following day. A notebook, pen(plus extras), a travel mug, etc. She felt eyes boring into the back of her head and she turned to see the small tortoiseshell Cymric staring at her through it's green eyes, head tipped to the side."Too extra?" she asked, glancing down at what she was wearing. A black miniskirt, high heels, a white tank top under a black button-up thin shirt and her hair made up nice. "C'mon, Blankie! It's my first day meeting the big AM! Gotta look presentable!" Piper spoke up, her hands fiddling with her buttons. "Do I look okay?" she asked her Buhund, watching her pant as she looked up from her food that was top-notch. She giggled and jumped before grabbing her keys and walking out the door into the chilly air, locking the doors to make sure her little friends wouldn't get hurt. -------9:55Piper quickly parked her car, getting out and straightening out her skirt, trying to make herself look presentable. Inhale.
Exhale.The short woman with the long blonde hair walked into the building, throwing on a smile before she nodded to the woman at the front desk. She walked past her, making her way towards the room that was assigned to them; them being her and her new team. She took a deep breath before stepping into the room, her odd-eyes flickering as she walked in. "Er, am I in the right place?"
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talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on May 31, 2017 18:41:50 GMT -5
tuesday, may 2, 2017
10:00am
"You've got the right place, indeed," the tall blond affirmed, nodding at the newcomer. He offered her a friendly smile, gesturing to the table to his left. "Please take a seat. We're about to get started." The elder of the group closed the door behind the lass, turning now to face the youngsters. While his face rested in a friendly neutral, his critical gaze danced from face to face, committing each to memory.
"Alright, you're all here, so let's get started" he began, motioning to each member of the team. "For those who don't know me, I am Detective Arthur Marshall. Please don't call me Arthur." His friendly resting face dropped for a moment as if to show the group that he was serious about this request. But almost as soon as it had disappeared, it took over his features again. "I will be your team leader, your mentor, your boss, or whatever you want to call me. If you have any question, please do not hesitate to ask. I would say there's no such thing as a stupid question, but I'd be lying. Please don't ask stupid questions." A playful glow danced in his eyes as he spoke, and a small smirk pushed at the corners of his lips.
As the male spoke, the twenty-one year old twiddled her thumbs beneath the table, muddy brown gaze drifting from the speaker to the faces of those seated around the table. She recognized each of her new teammates from last night's stalking spree and could probably give their basic introductions for them. That wasn't all too impressive though as the information she remembered was the usual name, college, age, birthday, family history, criminal record... Okay. So she had done some real digging, probably in places she wasn't supposed to be digging. But it wasn't like any of them had any outstanding criminal records, so she hadn't found much there. And it wasn't too invasive. She wasn't in the mood to get a call about her unethical hacking again. Well, not for simply looking up her co-workers. No, no. She'd save getting into trouble again for something much more interesting, more worthwhile.
Mind having been off in some hacking memories or something, Molly missed Detective Marshall's latest words. "Let's go around the table and introduce ourselves, shall we? I'd like you to state your name, your college or university, why you wanted to be on the team, and an interesting fact about yourself. Let's keep those interesting facts both interesting and appropriate. We are at work, after all. Who wants to start?" When no one responded and seemed to avoid his gaze, the older lad continued speaking.
"Alright then, I see you all are excited to be here. I guess I'll go first. Again, I am Detective Marshall. This is my tenth year with the station. I attended UC Berkeley for criminal justice, philosophy, and psychology. I became a detective because I needed a job one summer and applied to basically everything. A fun fact about myself is that I originally wanted to be a grade school teacher. Interesting, huh? Okay. Who's next? How about you... with the smug face. Mr. Tennyson?" He motioned to Rhett with a grin.
When Arthur mentioned Berkeley, the slim youthful-looking lass snapped back to attention, focusing her analytical gaze on the standing male as he spoke. She furrowed her brow thoughtfully as he explained his previous career aspirations. Now why did he give that up? He would have made an interesting teacher, that's for sure, with his friendly 'tude yet quick tongue. As he finished speaking, she allowed her gaze to follow his gesture, landing curiously on the other male.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on May 31, 2017 19:02:31 GMT -5
aw man I gotta go to dinner with my family but I'll get in a reply sometime tonight when I get home!
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 19:37:15 GMT -5
rhett micheal tennyson. *Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani plays softly in the background* may 2nd, 2017 10:02 a.m. The young man took a careful seat in a chair on the outermost edge of their shared table, eyeing what he could now call his other teammates with suspicion in his eyes. He settled into his seat without a word, crossing his legs beneath it, then folded his hands neatly on the desktop. Quite frankly, most of their cheerful, optimistic expressions disgusted him, and he consciously didn't do much to hide it. They were all so young, so eager to please--definitely not the kinds of people he'd ever willingly befriend.
When his new boss began speaking, the tickle of annoyance only grew; his sarcasm seemed so cliche and faked, in his opinion, and he would be the one to know. The blond watched him with a slightly furrowed brow--not wholly aggravated, but more casually studying this Detective Marshal. (He made a mental note to call him Arthur, only because he specifically requested not to be addressed as such.) On second thought, his humor wasn't entirely fake, but it was a bit embellished. Out of a hidden desire to please, perhaps? To come off as casual, as young enough for this group? Pathetic, really.
His train of thought was cut off abruptly by the words 'let's introduce ourselves'. Rhett's eyes widened in disbelief, for just a moment. Oh heeeeelll no. The young man stole a side-eye glance at the rest of his coworkers. I don't wanna introduce myself to these people. We're not friends. I just wanna clock in, maybe listen to some dudes talk, and go home--not bond with them, for Chrissake.
Oh, so he's from Berkeley. Must be some kinda.. Crazy lib, or somethin'. Maybe the school had been different back then--he said he's worked at this station for ten years, and give at least a couple years to add to job hunting. Still, though, the place had a reputation. Rhett had to raise a hand to cover the twitch of a smirk on his lips when he mentioned wanting to be an elementary school teacher. What kind of idiot goes to Berkeley to--
Of course he'd been picked first--maybe his aversion to even speaking in the first place had been too visible. Or, perhaps, this man, like so many teachers and bosses before him, had some strange degree of telepathy to identify the most troublesome of their pupils. Regardless, though, he accepted the invitation with a wider smirk, and lowered his hand.
"Thanks for the introduction, Arthur," the blond swooned, flashing a faux friendly grin at the detective. He then quickly turned his gaze away from his boss and began speaking to the people his own age, trying to cut Marshal off before he even began. "My name's Rhett Tennyson, and I'm a linguistics major at New York University. I wanted to be on the team because--ooh. Mm. Tough question."
He feigned a pensive expression as he briefly considered how he was going to word this. "I wanted to be on this team 'cause, frankly, my adviser told me it would look great on my resume. And I'd really like a job someday. Being able to pay for food and a house and a Benz are all very important to me."
"Uh.. fun fact. Hm." Rhett shrugged. "My parents do business with the Kardashians, so it's not uncommon to see any of the family members at my house. They're surprisingly cool, not as obnoxious as T.V. makes them seem."
The blond turned his mossy green eyes back to the detective, raising an eyebrow expectantly. ".. Should I choose the next person, or..?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 0:09:16 GMT -5
lmao yeah,, my son is The Worst :'^) have fun with him the goal is to be pretty much able to fire him at any time, but he's necessary so Marshal's constantly like " ,,, *clenches fist* "
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Jun 1, 2017 0:48:56 GMT -5
rhett tennyson aka The Worst™ the arthur fist meme (i'm dying rn):
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 1:07:12 GMT -5
NO I'm c r y i n g,,, this roleplay has now been infiltrated by memes. god has left us.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 1, 2017 1:54:12 GMT -5
Hahaha I come back to the Arthur meme I'm thriving Rhett is trash but I already heart him
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 1, 2017 2:17:28 GMT -5
Omg this is the best thing to wake up to
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 1, 2017 2:40:38 GMT -5
Yes this is top quality content
Can't wait for Rhett to literally tick off the whole team lol maybe even Rhy which is honestly a feat since he's pretty chill
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 1, 2017 2:49:44 GMT -5
Yeah Elodia has no time for humans. And access to a lot of guns... XD)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 1, 2017 6:20:28 GMT -5
(I think Marian will just be giggling the whole time, until Rhett messes with her data work XD)
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Post by shades on Jun 1, 2017 7:54:37 GMT -5
[ then everyone ends up in a psychological evaluation demanded by arthur. jeremy tries to diagnose rhett. he just concludes that rhett has a major ego, not narcissistic personality disorder ]
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 1, 2017 8:03:34 GMT -5
(Oh good lord XD, rhett would be that person to most likely have a narcissistic personality disorder)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 1, 2017 12:13:48 GMT -5
Marian Walker Theme song (one of them): Freak Like Me, by Halestorm Marian felt herself chuckling a little as she heard the one boy already start to sass off Arthur. It was already entertaining to know that there seemed to have one rebel in the group. A smile slowly came to her face while she attempted to push back some of her hair behind her ears. Of course that effort was futile, as her bangs came right back to be framing her face all over again. Oh well, she figured that this would just be considered quirky or something. She glanced over to Tennyson, hearing him finish up his introduction. She already wanted to give him a high-five for doing something. Then again, he didn't seem to be the type to make friends easy. That made two of them, right? She felt herself grinning some more while she sat herself up straight in her seat. This was where they were supposed to bond, right? This had to be her chance at trying to socialize. She stood up and clapped her hands once as if that would warm herself up a little bit. Here we go. This was good, this would hopefully be a big step. Would this actually work? Probably not... She ran a hand through her hair before she felt herself already getting nervous. Her hands felt sweaty... Oh great, this was going to be fun. Were her glasses on straight? She felt like her teeth had something in them... She smoothed down her shirt for a moment or two. Oh good lord she was sure that there was some stains on her shirt. Were they from her breakfast? No! She couldn't overthink this kind of thing! See that would be the kind of thing she could have looked for before hand. Dammit! "Hiya guys, I'll just go on next." she attempted to laugh off her nerves for once. This was good, this felt pretty good for once. "Hi, I'm Marian Walker, I got my forensic science major from the University of Tennessee." The only thing that was really noteworthy from there was their famous body farm. She could already remember the countless hours dealing with samples of fly maggots and just the rotting cadavers. Ah, the gritty work... She reached up to her face to adjust her glasses a little more so they wouldn't fall off her face. "Why I wanted to work on the team... Hm, I guess I was always into wanting to determine how a crime happened, more instead of why. It's amazing to take the data and just recreate something that happened in the past and get real results. Plus proving things with facts has always been my kind of thing..." she laughed a little more as she could already feel her grin becoming a little more maniacal. Hm, maybe she needed to work on that sooner or later... Oh well. "Fun fact about me is..." Well, what would be interesting to talk about? She rubbed the back of her head before smiling a bit at a little thought popping into her head, "When it comes to doing late work...or binge watching NCIS or Criminal Minds if I have some free time, I've been able to stay up for a solid three days thanks to Red Bull." she admitted. That was more along the lines of embarrassing, but it wasn't like she could really tell much of a difference between the two. She rubbed the back of her neck before looking to the other young adults for a moment or two. "So, if anyone else wants to make a good first impression..." she offered for someone else to take the floor as she sat back down in her seat, adjusting her glasses once more.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 1, 2017 13:26:52 GMT -5
Elodia Lopez "I came to shoot stuff, not make friendship bracelets" Elodia watched as two members of the group made their introductions. So it looked like what they had so far was an arrogant rich kid who liked to think he was a rebel, and the most innocent looking mad scientist ever. The young woman couldn't help but feel that she wouldn't be finding friendship with either of those two. Oh well, maybe she would be wrong. She never knew, after all.
And as the girl finished her introduction and Elodia's turn came, she could feel herself getting nervous, though she was sure it wasn't showing on the outside. She had become very good at hiding her nerves, at stopping the shaking and the sweating and the nervous fidgeting. It was all down to practice.
So Elodia swallowed her nerves, and turned the nervous feelings into confidence. She wasn't arrogant like Rhett, but she had her own brand of confidence, and it helped her get through moments such as this. She began to speak and address the group.
"Okay, I'll go next," she said "My name is Elodia Lopez. I'm a Weapons Engineering student at Stevens Institute of Technology. I specialise in the knowledge and use of guns of all kinds. I'm the person to call for anything to do with guns or ammunition. I wanted to be on the team because I want to continue my work in weapons engineering but didn't want a career with the military. I'd rather do some good here and solve crimes. An interesting fact about me would be that I dance. It helps me stay in control of my body, which is surprisingly important when working with guns. Anyway, that's me."
She left it open for someone else to take the floor, not wanting to talk about herself for any longer. She preferred keeping the mysterious thing going, though this whole exercise had really thrown that out of the window. They now knew she danced, something which damn few people knew. But she kept all of the most interesting things about herself private, only allowing people to know a little bit. She found that was the best way to be an introvert without seeming shy or something. Because, after all, she was shy, but nobody would know that if they didn't know anything about her in the first place.
But she supposed this was all going to happen anyway. She couldn't be mysterious and avoid talking to people forever, and she supposed it was better for it to happen sooner rather than later, for the sake of the 'group dynamic' or whatever, something Elodia would be trying very hard to not be a part of. She just wanted to have maybe one or two friends here and otherwise just be left to her own devices. Just her, her guns, and some quiet in which she could do her job.
But she had left out, in her introduction, the biggest reason why she wanted to be on the team. Because she was an introvert. Underneath the sarcasm and wittiness and confidence, Elodia didn't get on well with people. This was her chance to do that. And, she realised, this was a big part of getting on with people. She had to let down her walls a little bit. Otherwise what was the point in coming and joining the team?
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✩ no one does it better
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Post by dou on Jun 1, 2017 19:10:31 GMT -5
Piper Mae Caverly "Take names and break hearts, that's what my daddy used to tell me!" May 02, 2017. 10:16
The light-haired woman let a nod of her head aim towards the Detective, rushing to take her seat around the table. Her eyes flowed around the group, squinting ever so carefully at each and every one of their appearances. She'd have to get used to them all, so why not get used to them while you're getting to know them? She listened carefully to Detective Arthur Marshall's words carefully, looking down at her legs before she heard him make a small joke to the entire group, then continue talking. She listened to his words, her odd eyes flickering as she stared at the table in front of her.
People around her were talking quietly among themselves before one spoke up, introducing himself before passing it onto another person. They did the same.
The group soon got to Piper, and her face blushed a bright shade of pink. Quickly clearing her throat, the woman turned her bright gaze towards the people around her, a small smile forming on her petite features. "I'd like to start off with saying good morning to you all, and that it's a pleasure to be working with you," she began, clearing her throat before fixing her miniskirt while she sat.
"I'm Piper Caverly, a senior in New York University and a major in arts," the short blonde continued, her eyes spanning over each and every one of the members. "I wanted to be on the team because I had noticed that the team needed an espionage role, and I'm quite the actress," she spoke, a faux smile playing on her full lips. "But, of course, this would look quite good, despite my previous acts," she added, licking her lips before she glanced at her lap, the notebook staring back at her.
Seconds, perhaps a minute had passed before she noticed she had zoned out. "O-oh, my apologies! Uhh..." she stammered on her own thoughts, her eyes flickering between each and every one of the members of the meeting.
"Ah, of course! A fact about me is that, other than my Heterochromia iridum, Netflix is probably my entire life when I'm not in school or doing some kind of work with my pets," she spoke, smiling brightly, though it couldn't be seen that her smiles were falser than some girl's figure.
"Onto the next," Piper purred through her teeth, her eyes fluttering closed while she thought about her pets back at her wondrous home.
That wasn't too bad. Perhaps this won't be such a bad thing for the short blonde after all.
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