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Post by prophet on Oct 25, 2017 17:00:24 GMT -5
Welcome~ Grab a oc, pick (one) plot, and dive into a 1x1 with me! No posting your character form, just rp with your chosen plot, follow forum rules, etc. Always open~
1 ≫ The Lone Ranger x The Wild, Wild West - To start this one, rp your oc as a newly arrived immigrant arriving in Texas to make a new life.
2 ≫ The Dragon Keeper x Adventure of a Lifetime - For this one, rp your character at a crossroads; do you go left or right?
3 ≫ The Raven Throne x Till Kingdom Come - To begin, rp your character as a thief trying to take some bread from a bakery.
≫ more coming soon x words - words
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"Connect this space between, Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, Across this new divide," - Linkin Park -
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Post by prophet on Oct 25, 2017 17:01:07 GMT -5
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Post by prophet on Oct 25, 2017 17:01:43 GMT -5
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Post by prophet on Oct 25, 2017 17:02:10 GMT -5
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Post by prophet on Oct 25, 2017 17:02:31 GMT -5
@ - Feel free to post at any time
by broken
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Post by prophet on Oct 26, 2017 16:51:39 GMT -5
{{ Cool! I'm ready whenever you are~ }}
by broken
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 26, 2017 17:36:06 GMT -5
(Coolio!)
Left or Right? Left or Right? The road looks literally the same, and theres no reason for me to be pulled towards any direction... as long as I get away from there. The young man shuddered, shifting a worn back pack from his right shoulder to his left. He had to be seventeen, maybe eighteen (for the record he was nineteen, although it was almost his birthday) , with a mop of black, curly hair and pale skin. His nose, which was now wrinkled in concentration, was lightly freckled and his eyes that hid behind thick lensed glasses were an incredible blue. He was small and skinny for his age, and the uncertainty in his gaze was clear. He shifted a little, paying no attention to the rain as it poured down on him, the thick Georgia heat making it even more humid and harder to breath. He took his glasses off, cleaning off the condensation, before sighing. He had to keep moving, find a place to start anew.
He looked again. To the left it would take him closer to Atlanta, to the right Savannah. Either were big enough places for him to disappear for awhile, so he couldn't find him. He raised his head, telling himself it would be alright as he set forward again, telling himself he had to get a move on if he even wanted to get to a small town by nightfall. It was already too dark from the thick rain clouds, he didn't want to know how bad it would be once night hit. So he set forward again, a little bit more determined now.
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Post by prophet on Oct 26, 2017 18:03:46 GMT -5
sweetclover1
The road was long and winding, the darkening sky casting an eerie atmosphere. Why was he compelled to go this way? A single moment can change your life forever, he considered briefly, and as the clouds finally unleashed a torrential rain, he brought up his scarf more so across the lower half of his face, badly scarred. He was tall, perhaps too tall, with dark skin hinting an olive undertone and wearing a thick, ankle-length black duster. The rain seemed to pound in his ears, the sound echoing off his grandfather's cowboy hat hanging low over his face, nearly covering his striking amber eyes. He kept his shoulders pointed as he walked, making him shrink into himself and come across almost smaller.
That's when he heard the footsteps, splashing in the rain. He blinked into the darkness, straining to see the source. Was that a person? Or was he simply imagining it?
by broken
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 26, 2017 18:15:35 GMT -5
Just keep walking, you'll get to shelter soon. He thought, shoulders hunched as he wandered slowly down the road, letting out an alarmed noise as a huge pick up truck nearly hit him, aiming for the puddle of water he was walking next to, covering him head to toe in muddy water. He let out a loud string of swears, raising his fist to shake at them as he spat out the mud, trying to clean off his glasses with the small amount of shirt that hand't been ruined. It was just a black sweater he was wearing, and black skinny jeans, but now it was all just... brown and muddy. He gave the men a certain finger, knowing they couldn't see him but it gave him pleasure anyways. He began his trek, clothes heavy with mud now, shivering a little as he walked further down the road, not noticing the figure at all.
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Post by prophet on Oct 26, 2017 19:16:37 GMT -5
Now close enough to see the shorter person, he heard the colorful words, slightly surprised but mostly amused, glad he'd managed to dodge the splash. He felt sorry for the poor soul, now completely soaked.
"Excuse me?" He called out tentatively, staying far enough back to avoid any attack.
by broken
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