Post by alfred on Jun 28, 2018 2:07:21 GMT -5
yo! this is one of your classic create a character and jump in as is rps. i’m not asking too much to join. just that you write at least 300 words per post (thou the length will very from outrageously long to the min previously posted) and keep things sane. or insane. it’s your choice. cx
this is a mutant rp. if you’ve ever seen Misfits, my charrie’s kind of got the same power going as Rudy. it’s like a split personality disorder but in a very literal sense. my dude splits into two people and each part carries one half of the same whole. Freddy’s the timid, sweet one and Fredric’s the mad, angry one. something’s gone awry and they find themselves on the run but that’s all i’m going to say for mystery’s sake. (thou, you’ll probably piece it together in no time. c;)
if you’re wanting to claim this, just pm me with a response! that’s mostly how i do all my rping and i hope that’s not a problem. if you’ve anything you want to add, expand on, or ask about, feel free to include this in your response. i look forward to chatting in general so that’s always a plus.
things to expect in the rp: powers, mutants, maybe a bit of marvel's x-verse, a road trip, government people chasing non-government people, friendship, maybe it gets a little dark here and there, angst, a lot of needless description, me going on tangents mid rp post, rambling, a carnival, the ocean??, someone's grandma, action, boring non-action parts, a lot of driving, maybe walking, hungry people, people stealing stuff, hungry people stealing stuff and much much more. .
i’ll close this as soon as i find someone but may reopen it if there’s time for a duplicate or if my partner loses me somehow. peace, my dudes, and happy writing.
this is a mutant rp. if you’ve ever seen Misfits, my charrie’s kind of got the same power going as Rudy. it’s like a split personality disorder but in a very literal sense. my dude splits into two people and each part carries one half of the same whole. Freddy’s the timid, sweet one and Fredric’s the mad, angry one. something’s gone awry and they find themselves on the run but that’s all i’m going to say for mystery’s sake. (thou, you’ll probably piece it together in no time. c;)
if you’re wanting to claim this, just pm me with a response! that’s mostly how i do all my rping and i hope that’s not a problem. if you’ve anything you want to add, expand on, or ask about, feel free to include this in your response. i look forward to chatting in general so that’s always a plus.
things to expect in the rp: powers, mutants, maybe a bit of marvel's x-verse, a road trip, government people chasing non-government people, friendship, maybe it gets a little dark here and there, angst, a lot of needless description, me going on tangents mid rp post, rambling, a carnival, the ocean??, someone's grandma, action, boring non-action parts, a lot of driving, maybe walking, hungry people, people stealing stuff, hungry people stealing stuff and much much more. .
i’ll close this as soon as i find someone but may reopen it if there’s time for a duplicate or if my partner loses me somehow. peace, my dudes, and happy writing.
“I’m wasting away.” There was a pause as Freddy tried to let that sink in, as if it was of utmost importance that Fredric know how desperate he was. When Fredric did nothing, Freddy grew more impatient. Turning in his seat so that he could rest his chin in his hand, Freddy starred longingly outside the passenger’s side window, watching raindrops stream pass. “I can literally feel my stomach shriveling away. . Like--like, an unwatered plant. I think I’m dying.”
“Quit being so damn dramatic. If you were dying, I’d know and I know you’re not dying.” Freddy had a way of wearing on Fredric’s last nerve like no one else could. He burrowed deep in Fredric’s skin and sought that bit of him that’d wait till the last second to do anything. If he were anyone else, he’d snap sooner, turn heel and plant a good one on their kisser. Hell, he might even ask if they wanted more because God knew he always had more where that came from. “We’ll stop soon,” Fredric added as Freddy moaned in the seat next to him.
“How soon? You said the same thing fifteen miles back.” Freddy paused as Fredric drew in a short, deep breath. “Hey--I know I’ve been at this for a while but you’ve also been pushing us nonstop for a while. I’m tired, Fred, and I’m hungry. My legs ache so bad that I can’t sleep even if I tried.” Freddy leaned back in his seat, pushing hard into the cushion in a slight stretch. “If you stop for breakfast--and I mean actually stop--I’ll stop complaining.”
Fredric held the breath he’d took deep in his chest, only releasing it when Freddy grew quiet again. He didn’t want to stop, almost thought he couldn’t even if he tried. As much as he wanted to be mad at Freddy, he knew it was himself he was most angry with. He was the whole reason they were on the road in the first place. Freddy didn’t know what was going on. What he’d inadvertently done by letting Fredric loose on this world. Fredric was scared and Freddy’d not a clue why.
“Dad’s going to want his car back.”
His counterpart’s voice split through his thoughts like a hot knife through. . butter. That was it. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the steering wheel, loosening them only slightly before tightening his grip again, Fredric pursed his lips. “I know.”
“Then why don’t we turn back.”
“Because--because I promised you a trip to the ocean. . remember?”
Freddy turned to look at him, his face contorted in clear confusion. Huffing, Freddy looked forward again. “The ocean?” Fredric could hear it in his voice, the strain in it and that hint of innocence which kept him so utterly clueless. “Fredric. . We were twelve when you promised me that trip and I think now is hardly the time. I’ve got a job interview in the morning, Fred. We’ve got a job interview in the morning. Why are you wigging out so bad? Pull over, man. . please?”
He hardly wanted to start this again because it would inevitably end in Freddy’s hopeless plea to return home. They were too far gone for that now. Fredric couldn’t turn back and that might as well mean Freddy couldn’t either. Wherever he went, Freddy was soon follow. He could always count on that. He’d no other choice.
“Where do you want to stop for breakfast?” Fredric said it loud, making it clear that they were going to change the subject. “I’ve got a hundred and twelve in my pocket. We’ve maybe got time for one other deposit. . I want a steak and some potatoes. Get that whole mid-west feel really flowing through my bones, right?” Fredric tried a smile but it faltered terribly. Smiling never had been his strong suit. That was Freddy’s thing and he had that mastered.
Freddy was silently drilling holes into Fredric with his narrowed glance but he seemed to catch on pretty quick. “At four in the morning? How about we eat actual breakfast food? Like. . couldn’t we find a waffle house or something? They probably still serve steak there.”
He could do that. . He didn’t always have to tell Freddy no. This here, this waffle house idea, he could manage that. “Yeah. . That sounds good.”
“Yeah. .” Freddy repeated. “Only we don’t know where one is and you threw out my phone sooo. . What now?”
“We keep on driving.” There was another sad moan next to him as Freddy dropped his head into his hands. Looking ahead, Fredric saw a sign for a fast approaching exit and quickly changed lanes. “But we’ll stop soon, Freddy. I promise.”
Swinging his keys around one finger, Fredric caught them in hand and stowed them away in his pocket. He was alone. His counterpart nowhere to be seen as he started for the entrance to a small diner called Mum’s. The surrounding area was quiet, it’s rolling hills and glowing horizon entirely peaceful in the coming morning. A truck stop sat close to the place alongside a gas station and auto-repair shop. It was secluded, a town close but just out of reach enough that Fredric felt distant and safe from too many wandering eyes.
They’d been driving a long while, pausing only for gas, and, if he were to be honest, Freddy was right in complaining. They were tall, their legs cramped in the confines of the vehicle. It felt good to just be standing and Fredric was almost sorry he’d have to sit again.
Walking, he paused at the door, messing with the keys in his pocket as he starred at a spot of gum on the concrete. For some reason, he still felt he’d be caught by someone he knew or by someone who knew at least what he’d done. It worried him to even been thinking this, as if after twenty-seven years he still suspected Freddy might be listening in somehow. They’d concluded that notion. Fredric knew Freddy had no way of knowing unless he told him but, still, his nerves wore on him like always.
Dammit. . Buck up. He could feel Freddy pulling on him. That and the bite in his stomach was enough to urge him forward into the diner.
There was no sign to tell him to wait and so Fredric took his seat almost immediately. He found the first booth open with his car in sight and slid in without a word or look around. Turning his mug up, Fredric splayed his hands over the tabletop and bit at the inside of his lip, readjusting the silverware so that they laid in perfect unison. There were water spots and a bit of dried food on the booth next to him and Fredric did his best to wipe them away. It was dirty and it made his skin crawl but he could feel his chest swell with relief at the promise of food.
Instead of worrying too hard, Fredric focused on their meal plans. He wanted steak. . Freddy wanted breakfast foods. Maybe they could get a combo. That’d be nice. Something they could share.
Crossing his arms over the table in front of him, Fredric starred forward in the direction of the door. Already, he could feel a heaviness weigh at his eyes. Every blink lasted too long, startled open my the clank of glass or sharp turn in nearby conversation. I’m tired. . The words Freddy'd said before echoed, bouncing around in his brain like a fly trying to escape. I’m tired, too. That was all he thought back to it.
“Quit being so damn dramatic. If you were dying, I’d know and I know you’re not dying.” Freddy had a way of wearing on Fredric’s last nerve like no one else could. He burrowed deep in Fredric’s skin and sought that bit of him that’d wait till the last second to do anything. If he were anyone else, he’d snap sooner, turn heel and plant a good one on their kisser. Hell, he might even ask if they wanted more because God knew he always had more where that came from. “We’ll stop soon,” Fredric added as Freddy moaned in the seat next to him.
“How soon? You said the same thing fifteen miles back.” Freddy paused as Fredric drew in a short, deep breath. “Hey--I know I’ve been at this for a while but you’ve also been pushing us nonstop for a while. I’m tired, Fred, and I’m hungry. My legs ache so bad that I can’t sleep even if I tried.” Freddy leaned back in his seat, pushing hard into the cushion in a slight stretch. “If you stop for breakfast--and I mean actually stop--I’ll stop complaining.”
Fredric held the breath he’d took deep in his chest, only releasing it when Freddy grew quiet again. He didn’t want to stop, almost thought he couldn’t even if he tried. As much as he wanted to be mad at Freddy, he knew it was himself he was most angry with. He was the whole reason they were on the road in the first place. Freddy didn’t know what was going on. What he’d inadvertently done by letting Fredric loose on this world. Fredric was scared and Freddy’d not a clue why.
“Dad’s going to want his car back.”
His counterpart’s voice split through his thoughts like a hot knife through. . butter. That was it. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the steering wheel, loosening them only slightly before tightening his grip again, Fredric pursed his lips. “I know.”
“Then why don’t we turn back.”
“Because--because I promised you a trip to the ocean. . remember?”
Freddy turned to look at him, his face contorted in clear confusion. Huffing, Freddy looked forward again. “The ocean?” Fredric could hear it in his voice, the strain in it and that hint of innocence which kept him so utterly clueless. “Fredric. . We were twelve when you promised me that trip and I think now is hardly the time. I’ve got a job interview in the morning, Fred. We’ve got a job interview in the morning. Why are you wigging out so bad? Pull over, man. . please?”
He hardly wanted to start this again because it would inevitably end in Freddy’s hopeless plea to return home. They were too far gone for that now. Fredric couldn’t turn back and that might as well mean Freddy couldn’t either. Wherever he went, Freddy was soon follow. He could always count on that. He’d no other choice.
“Where do you want to stop for breakfast?” Fredric said it loud, making it clear that they were going to change the subject. “I’ve got a hundred and twelve in my pocket. We’ve maybe got time for one other deposit. . I want a steak and some potatoes. Get that whole mid-west feel really flowing through my bones, right?” Fredric tried a smile but it faltered terribly. Smiling never had been his strong suit. That was Freddy’s thing and he had that mastered.
Freddy was silently drilling holes into Fredric with his narrowed glance but he seemed to catch on pretty quick. “At four in the morning? How about we eat actual breakfast food? Like. . couldn’t we find a waffle house or something? They probably still serve steak there.”
He could do that. . He didn’t always have to tell Freddy no. This here, this waffle house idea, he could manage that. “Yeah. . That sounds good.”
“Yeah. .” Freddy repeated. “Only we don’t know where one is and you threw out my phone sooo. . What now?”
“We keep on driving.” There was another sad moan next to him as Freddy dropped his head into his hands. Looking ahead, Fredric saw a sign for a fast approaching exit and quickly changed lanes. “But we’ll stop soon, Freddy. I promise.”
- - -
Swinging his keys around one finger, Fredric caught them in hand and stowed them away in his pocket. He was alone. His counterpart nowhere to be seen as he started for the entrance to a small diner called Mum’s. The surrounding area was quiet, it’s rolling hills and glowing horizon entirely peaceful in the coming morning. A truck stop sat close to the place alongside a gas station and auto-repair shop. It was secluded, a town close but just out of reach enough that Fredric felt distant and safe from too many wandering eyes.
They’d been driving a long while, pausing only for gas, and, if he were to be honest, Freddy was right in complaining. They were tall, their legs cramped in the confines of the vehicle. It felt good to just be standing and Fredric was almost sorry he’d have to sit again.
Walking, he paused at the door, messing with the keys in his pocket as he starred at a spot of gum on the concrete. For some reason, he still felt he’d be caught by someone he knew or by someone who knew at least what he’d done. It worried him to even been thinking this, as if after twenty-seven years he still suspected Freddy might be listening in somehow. They’d concluded that notion. Fredric knew Freddy had no way of knowing unless he told him but, still, his nerves wore on him like always.
Dammit. . Buck up. He could feel Freddy pulling on him. That and the bite in his stomach was enough to urge him forward into the diner.
There was no sign to tell him to wait and so Fredric took his seat almost immediately. He found the first booth open with his car in sight and slid in without a word or look around. Turning his mug up, Fredric splayed his hands over the tabletop and bit at the inside of his lip, readjusting the silverware so that they laid in perfect unison. There were water spots and a bit of dried food on the booth next to him and Fredric did his best to wipe them away. It was dirty and it made his skin crawl but he could feel his chest swell with relief at the promise of food.
Instead of worrying too hard, Fredric focused on their meal plans. He wanted steak. . Freddy wanted breakfast foods. Maybe they could get a combo. That’d be nice. Something they could share.
Crossing his arms over the table in front of him, Fredric starred forward in the direction of the door. Already, he could feel a heaviness weigh at his eyes. Every blink lasted too long, startled open my the clank of glass or sharp turn in nearby conversation. I’m tired. . The words Freddy'd said before echoed, bouncing around in his brain like a fly trying to escape. I’m tired, too. That was all he thought back to it.