Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 27, 2019 3:05:42 GMT -5
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 27, 2019 3:06:13 GMT -5
If anyone's interested in this I'll try for a starter tomorrow today~
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Post by mourningdove on May 27, 2019 20:56:29 GMT -5
(I'm interested in the fighter role! @ mourningdove)
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 1:48:19 GMT -5
Odysseus 'Iz' Spellmeyer is a familiar sight in Suitewood's own charmingly dated diner. This does not simply make him a dismissible part of the ebb and flow of new faces, however. His own appearance is reason enough for others to take notice if even peripherally. The warm lighting, often made more jarring by competing neon colors, highlights the bronze undertones in his warm brown skin and softens the metallic sheen of his prematurely silver hair. His oblique eyes- seafoam green in one and the darker blue of a more distant sea in the other- appear to produce a light of their own, shining dangerously in concert with the glint of his crooked grin. Even with this, Odysseus' face maintains an attractive symmetry in spite of the scars that trail from his soft green eye. Taking up a good portion of the right side of his face, they look like the work of someone who had picked up a knife with their non-dominant hand and attempted to recreate a game of tic-tac-toe. Though often hidden by understatedly expensive clothing, his build and graceful movements suggest a leonine physique that was only revealed once- In an impromptu game of strip Go Fish that saw him and his friends being laughingly ushered off the premises. What is perhaps most noteworthy, however- Insofar as it tends to pull many a wary eye to him- is the quiet, chaotic energy he exudes even whilst carelessly sprawled over a weathered garishly red booth.
Odysseus gives one the impression of a loose canon, recklessly rattling around the sleepy confines of Suitewood's dismal township in search of bigger and brighter things to launch himself into. He has an irreverent, devil-may-care attitude that only the wealthy and those markedly lacking in self-awareness can claim. When paired with his steel-trap of a mind- quite a literal steel trap mind you, as sharp and unrelenting as it is unpredictable- he has more or less reduced the number of people who regard him favorably to a select few. This is a fact that he doesn't particularly seem to mind, as evidenced by his reverting to an eager puppy at the mere notion of their presence.
The bells above the door announce another patron with a cheery tinkle and Odysseus straightens in his seat, bright eyes darting to the slowly approaching figure with a warm smile and impatient wave of his hands. "Hey hey," He peers around the stiff man. "Where are the others?"
"And a warm 'hello' to you as well, oh dearly beloved friend whom I never miss the chance to greet for fear it may be our last." Delivered in an even monotone, not a hint of facetiousness in either inflection or the distinct lack of expression. Diomedes Carlisle slides into the booth with a grace that belies his nearly 6' height. He sits with perfect posture, gloved hands clasped together loosely before him, strawberry-blond hair carefully brushed and neatly parted, honey hazel eyes alert and taking in their lively surroundings despite his deceptive informality. He may be out of his suit- for the most part- but he is never truly off-duty.
Odysseus eyes him with amusement, noting that he has chosen to sit between him and the 'outside world' so that he can eyeball the door. To repay his conscientiousness, Iz turns sideways so that he can rest his boots on Diomedes' newly pressed slacks and lounge against the window. "Why would a greeting be the last words we exchange?" He wonders lazily, already fishing out his phone to send another round of exclamation points through the group chat.
"I would kill you before you had time to say anything else, and I wouldn't bother to give you a farewell." Diomedes flatlines as he reaches for the bubblegum milkshake that had already been ordered for him. He takes a cautious sip first, because Iz isn't above spiking it, before taking to it like a man who had been quite literally driven to drink. He'd been addicted ever since Odysseus had learned that sweets were the way to his heart.
"You can't kill me in a way that matters." Is the distracted response, odd eyes reflecting the light of his phone as he cants his head and flickers his fingers in a 'come now' gesture.
Diomedes devotes his attention to fishing out one of the fallen cherries with his straw- one of many cherries. Odysseus is definitely being blatant in his attempts to butter him up for something. "Why are you calling everyone here at twelve in the evening?" He might as well ask, loathe as he is to learn the answer.
"It's my birthday." Odysseus reminds, as if he hadn't excitedly been doing just that all month like a child who had until then been measuring their age in quarters. "It deserves to be a lavish affair as befitting myself. I need glitz, I need splash, I need my name in red lights streamed throughout town- and no one will deliver so, as usual, I am forced to take matters into my own hands."
Ah. One of those nights.
"Your parents are out of town, you aren't planning to throw a party." More a statement of fact than a question. He knows Odysseus well enough that anything so predictable would be out of the question.
"Of course not~" Iz singsongs, "We're bringing one."
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 2:02:25 GMT -5
{ Ayo Mourningdove, feel free to write your starter then~ Please keep the sticking points in mind, however- You don't need to match me in length but the more detail the better~ }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 3:36:13 GMT -5
[Hey! I would be interested in the connecter but don't mind picking up another role if needed @ tawny! Also did you want us to keep up with the Greek hero naming theme as well?]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 13:40:53 GMT -5
{ Ah hello~! Thank you for taking an interest! And also for noticing- haha. Those actually aren't their real names, Iz named himself and then did the same for Dio because he wanted to keep them in theme, but your characters don't have to follow suit~ }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 13:51:52 GMT -5
{ Also that reminds me- As this is a jump-in that requires knowledge not easily Info Dumped- If anyone has any questions about each others' characters they're free to ask! I forgot to mention that Dio is 20 and was kind of hired to be a butler of sorts but ended up being a reluctant friend- and Iz is a week away from his 18th birthday, which is August 22. }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 21:04:12 GMT -5
Cemile stood out in the cool night air, phone in hand. She held the camera up to her face inspecting the cracked screen in the light of the streetlamp. She'd dropped it on her way over when attempting to read Odysseus' first messages, and now the crack spidered on it's face, making its way down from the top of the screen to curve around the side. It wasn't too bad, she could still make out the majority of her face in the reflection unaffected by the crack, and she stared at her darkened face, expression of dismay evident. Most of the screen was unharmed, but getting it fixed was another issue. She shoved it back into her pocket with a sigh. As she approached the diner from the parking lot her phone went off again. She opened it to see yet another text from Odysseus and shot back her own string of exclamation marks to match his. At least it still worked. She pushed her way into the tacky diner through the door, looking down the rows of tables and chairs and booths until she spotted her friends. She made her way over slowly, scuffing her feet along the cheap linoleum to announce her arrival, but making sure they knew she would be doing it in her own time, on her own terms. When she finally reached the table they were seated at she gave up the game and instead broke out into a scowl and placed a hand on her hip. "What time do you call this, huh?" She demanded with an impression of annoyance in her tone. "Making a girl come out into the streets all alone at night, vulnerable and defenceless." She scoffed for emphasis, "I'm supposed to be asleep in bed like a good girl getting my beauty sleep, and whatever will I say to my mother if she finds out? Some wayward friends of mine decided risking my life was perfectly acceptable so that I could come to whatever this is?" Cemile broke as she attempted to flip her dark hair over her shoulder and her expression then melted into a smile as she said, “Hello you two.” She slid into the booth adjusting the shorts of her jumpsuit and smoothing down the long, flowy sleeves. As much as she had initially feigned annoyance at having to come out at midnight, she was now grinning. If the outfit wasn't already enough of a giveaway, Cemile was wearing her contact lenses instead of her usual round, wire framed glasses, indicating to them that either she'd already been out, or had known this was coming and had prepared for it. Cemile motioned to the waitress as she was about to pass them by and ordered herself a plate of fries, admiring the little waitress uniform that went with the rest of the decor. Noting the milkshake Diomedes had, she assumed they would be here for a while then and thought she may as well get something herself. She always craved salt at this time of night for some reason and at the thought of food her stomach gave an involuntary little rumble. “What is this about your birthday, then?” Cemile asked Odysseus, turning back to her friends. She caught the end of their conversation as she walked in, but even without that, she probably would have been able to guess. “I still haven’t gotten you a gift yet so you better tell me what you want or you’ll be getting nothing.” Her almost black eyes glittered with mischief under the harsh diner lights, but they were still unable to truly distringuish between her pupil and iris. "And if you need anything else from other people I know," she added with a wink.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 21:59:20 GMT -5
{ I'll try to have my reply up soon- tonight or tomorrow depending- but I just wanted to let you know of the direction I intend to take in case you have any input? }
{ I was thinking that during the course of Iz's planned week-long festivities, there would be various incidents occurring throughout town that would give our characters incentive to act- their main concern would be both the mayor and the majority of the police department, who have kind of created a class disparity in that they turn a blind eye to any wrongdoings done by their own. Basically they're the most powerful people in town and don't let anyone forget it. }
{ By the end of the week, there will be a mysterious death- possibly of a classmate- that the sheriff will try to cover up and that will be the last strike for Iz. }
{ And that's all I have for now, if that's okay? ^^" I haven't gone into too much depth in my planning so please feel free to shoot me ideas and the like~ }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 22:16:33 GMT -5
[Ooh that sounds really cool! I really like what you have so far and can see it'll make for a really fun rp once the ball gets rolling.
So I'm guessing as the week goes on the group is kind of forced to take matters into their own hands as the police fail to actually do anything/resolve any of the issues? And you said in your first post you were wanting to add supernatural elements to it? What were you thinking there?]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 22:37:45 GMT -5
{ Thanks! I hope so- }
{ Hm yes, I'm thinking it might start small, like with a classmate being seriously bullied by someone connected to the mayor/police and our characters being the only ones trying to do anything about it until they accidentally take it too far in a way by either killing or seriously injuring the bully. }
{ I haven't finished actually planning out the entire week ^^" But I know that as Iz said, there'll be a series of 'parties' that he'll be throwing. Even though he pretends to be self-centered, the main one will actually be celebrating his friends themselves. In this one, I hope to have more of an Idea of the other characters- if there are any ^^" - and that will also be the day/night their final group activity will be more...macabre. }
{ I'm thinking quite a lot on that one, actually! I've already hinted that Iz may not be quite human, and you'll have the option of your character following suit if you'd like. It's a toss up at present, but we could go the supernatural things-that-go-bump-in-the-night route or. Aliens. }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 22:52:20 GMT -5
[Ooh ok i like the sound of that! I mean, poor classmate but also The Drama. And I wouldn't object to a little murder dhsdfhjs the rp has barely begun and i love Iz! And I'm more than happy to make more characters to flesh out the group if you want! I haven't rped multiple people in a while so wouldn't mind stretching out those rping muscles if needed. And you can let me know at any point if I need to take my Cemile is a particular direction to fit with how you envisioned the roles to be ^^ Honestly either aliens or more classically supernatural are buzz words for me, so I would be happy with either. But I suppose it depends on the feel you want for the rp and how far you want the world to go? But I will say so far from the set up it seems to be feel more small town gothic, supernatural vibes. Thats just me tho and would be down to do anything!]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 23:03:37 GMT -5
{ Nice to see we're on the same page! Nothin' like a little murder to spice things up~ }
{ Ah I'm happy to hear read that! Iz is a new character but I already kinda love him too. His head ain't on straight but his heart's in the right place~ Oh, that's a good idea! Hm, if we don't get any new joiners maybe in the next two Roleplay posts, we can try to divide the remaining characters up amongst ourselves. }
{ I appreciate it~ Honestly I think you've nailed it though! Is she a new character as well? }
{ Oh, nice~ That's exactly the vibe I was going for! And now I have a name for it- Good to know! I think maybe we'll go a little further and see what we think fits best once things start getting dicey? One vague idea I had was that the town is actually meant to contain our characters- and a few others- because they're either aliens or supernatural beings but don't know it yet and so are relatively safe to study without actually confining them. This could be why the mayor & police are so shady. }
{ And then Another idea I had involved the mayor and police actually summoning demons or somesuch, and allowing all of the terrible things to happen because the demons feed on fear/chaos/sometimes just people. And then our characters would be Buffy-The-Vampire-Slaying 'em. }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 23:19:43 GMT -5
[Those are the best kinds of characters tbh, they care in their own way even if they're erratic and wild. And that's fine with me, just wait and see if anyone else comes along!
And yeah, she's brand new! I find it very hard to transfer ocs from situation to situation so I often make new ones for every rp, as with here. I'll occasionally recycle old ones from years ago (which are frankly, almost unbearably edgy) and bring them up to date a little bit, but this time i felt like making someone shiny and new. But it does mean I'm still getting a feel for how I want her to be, so she might be a tad inconsistent the next couple of responses.
That sounds good. Once we truly get a feel for the direction the rp is going in then decide about what way to go with the other elements. I do like that idea but im curious as to how the authorities would know, but the characters themselves don't? i do also like the idea of when everyone has some kind of ability and they all try to hide it from each other, thinking that they're the only one and the rest are normal, so whenever they use some kind of abilit if that's something you'd consider?]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 28, 2019 23:32:55 GMT -5
{ I like those kinds of characters too! I hope to have some fun with this one in particular~ }
{ I see! In my case I tend to recycle characters a bit, but lately I've been creating new ones based off of my art for 'em but now I have two many rip x3 Same here! My first ever warriors OC was edgy- but he was based on my insane cat so I suppose that was warranted- Ah, that's understandable! My characters are always inconsistent when I start out- I keep forgetting key facets of their personality and then end up accidentally taking them in a whole new direction... }
{ That's decided then~ Do you mean our characters, or other NPCs? In the above mentioned scenarios, either they belong to an isolated town where the big names are paid off or they were never truly who they pretend to be to begin with. The mayor and police would be government agents. I have a lot of ideas rattling around in my brain and sometimes they don't meld together cohesively, feel free to let me know when I'm not making sense! ^^" }
{ I'm willing to consider it! I think if it's just between us, I wouldn't mind going that route- but not in the event of having other writers? In my personal experience it can sometimes slow down the plot if not done right because everyone's being secretive and trying to have their characters go it alone? Also Iz has no patience for that. He'd be 'hey look what I can do!' and totally blow his cover, then encourage the others to do the same- }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 28, 2019 23:50:14 GMT -5
[haha i have no patience for art so I admire you for that! It always frustrates me i cant have that visual element for characetrs but attempting to draw them just frustrates me even further sjdfjsd And i think any of my warriors ocs have been lost to time and memory now, i've been doing this for so long I can barely recall starting let alone any of those early characters and I think a part of me is glad?]
Ohh ok no it does make sense now!! I think i was just getting a lil confused before. I'm down with either of those ideas and I suppose its again how far you want to go w the world, where either there's someone else at the top who is keeping them quiet and it extends way beyond the town right? I like hearing these ideas even if i don't quite get them at first haha so just lemme know if i say something wrong!
Yeah, i can see how it could get too out of control if there were lots of ppl involved and everyone has their own ideas. I usually don't do anythign outside of 1x1 because of that reason, and it's harder to control the direction of the plot if you're wanting to do something very plot heavy and driven, but I've been wanting to try and attempt a bigger group rp again so i guess we'll see if it happens or not. I don't mind how the plot goes either way but it was just a thought I had ^^]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 29, 2019 0:07:41 GMT -5
{ Same here, honestly! lol It's actually art that friends draw for me, for the most part. I can't actually 'do' art because I want to be good yesterday what is this. Oh, how long, if you don't mind my asking? I can't exactly quantify myself because I've stopped and started multiple times. Lucky! I can see them all. All of my failures. Haunting me... }
{ Ahhh I know. I promised vigilantes but then I go overboard- I guess I'm truly embodying the spirit of the CW network. I'm thinking of trying to keep everything contained to the town and the area surrounding it for the foreseeable future, though! That is the nature of my planning- glad you don't mind me bouncing ideas off of you, though! And not at all! You've never said anything wrong, I just want to be sure I can communicate what I'm thinking properly~ }
{ Hm hm, my thoughts exactly! This is actually an example of me trying to take on a bigger group rp as well. Sure! }
{ It's kind of late early for me, so I'm going to try to start on my reply at least before I go to bed. I have work early tomorrow but I should be able to have my reply up around midday? depending on timezone difference So I'm going to have to check out- but thanks again for your interest and brainstorming with me~ }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on May 29, 2019 0:25:36 GMT -5
[Hahaha oh that s a big mood; literally any art of my characters rps or otherwise is from friends and i literally die everytime they draw anything for me and i become the epitomy of the "its beautiful ive been starring at it for 5 hrs now" meme.
And honestly im 90% sure i was 10/11 when I joined the og forums back in the day and i remember me and my friend both begging our parents to let us make accs and them having a phone call to agree lmaooo THATS how long. so i guess i've been at it almost 10 years now tho i've only been consistently rping w 1 friend since the end of the og forums but thru other places.
Hahaha i love overboard! I honeslty can hardly stand to watch any cw show on my own, but when i'm the one coming up with the increasingly wild and convaluted plots then I'm down lolol. And i'm just happy to be involved in anyway I can so I'm happy to headcanon or just chat about ideas in general.
And honestly take your time w the response, no rush! Have a good sleep regardless! Honestly nobody ever matches up with my timezone lolol so i'm used to things popping up at all times of the night and day for me. Talk to you later!]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on May 31, 2019 1:44:22 GMT -5
{ Just dropping in to apologize for tardiness- an emergency came up and is occupying my time, but I have a draft of my post and it should be up soon! ^^" lies }
{ That meme might as well be my state of being about...75% of the time? More whenever I remember that my characters actually have art because then I go back and literally stare at 'em for hours again...~ Ah that's nice! Every writer's dream- Besides maybe a tv series/movie trilogy- Is your profile picture one of your characters? }
{ Ah back in those days! I probably started around the same age, though I started out somewhere else, I think, before branching off to other sources. This is actually my first time on the wcrp forums, they were recommended by a friend. }
{ And I really appreciate that! Quite a few of my more recent partners just let me do the heavy lifting in regards to plot & such ^^" I have never actually watched a CW show to it's completion, I think? Like maybe five episodes of Teen Wolf, (if that's even CW?) two episodes of Supergirl, walking past my brothers watching other DCverse shows- But I know it has a reputation and I love watching people react to it lol And same here! If it's my brand of 'wth is happening' then it's good. Quality writing right there. }
{ I appreciate it~! You too! whenever you do sleep }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Jun 1, 2019 1:02:25 GMT -5
[Thats ok! I haven't had a lot of time to come on recently either!]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jun 8, 2019 0:08:07 GMT -5
{ Hello тαωηу。。 ! In the course of irl events and in light of these being very new characters and the bare bones of a plot- I'm having difficulty finding the muse to write them. I've since come to the conclusion that I might not be ready to do this Roleplay justice, as I'd like for it to already have more concrete plans going forward. I think I want it to be bigger and better than it is... } { However! We've already begun writing and I feel like I have a commitment to you, so I feel how I proceed should be up to you as well- Would you like to continue as we are now or wait for an upgrade? I don't mind either way, though I hope you won't mind my stilted writing and possible slowness going forward! ^^" I try to plan everything as I write as opposed to before I write and then get kinda stuck in my head about it }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Jun 8, 2019 6:21:10 GMT -5
[Hey! Hope everything is going ok on your end! As for the rping ngl in the very few posts this has and over the course of our discussions, I've become quite attached to the concept and characters. Slowness in responding has never been an issue for me and even if I happen to reply faster I don't expect my partners to match my pace, and I can be equally slow at times. I'm just getting back into rping with others so I feel i would be probably in the same position with stilted writing until coming to grips with the characters and plots.
However, if ultimately the muse isn't striking you I don't want to push you into doing something you're not satisfied with!! And that being said, with you now knowing my thoughts I'm happy to let you decide what you want to do with this, as I am fine either with continuing as is, or waiting for when you feel you're ready and satisfied with your vision of the rp! ^^ There's no hard feelings either way!]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jun 10, 2019 5:57:24 GMT -5
Sal & Pepper's tends to see a bit more traffic on Friday nights, the diner's regular supply of highschool customers interspersed with a few weekenders and those merely passing through. Suitewood, with its ugly twisted forest and otherwise uninteresting landscape, is too boring a place to prolong one's stay in. With the diner strategically placed halfway on the only road in or out of town and only a few miles out from a motel, one can count on there regularly being new faces and stories that would be briefly introduced to Suitewood's linear narrative before they were buried under the mundanity. This basically means Sal & Pepper's serves as a revolving door that occasionally allows for glimpses of the outside world- Hence its position as one of Odysseus' favorite places in town.
Though they make bimonthly trips to other, infinitely more interesting places, his parents are always firm on their son completing his dismal small town education before he even thinks to do the same. And as heedless of authority or direct orders (re: suggestions) as he would be in any other circumstance, Odysseus can't seem to follow through on his ever-present desire to just. Be anywhere else but here. It pulls at the corners of his mind and eats at his patience, rendering him a mess of energy with no outlet, always searching for his next fix of adrenaline. A large enough distraction. A challenge that would take all of him to overcome it- But now, now he has something to focus on. If only minutely. He's been planning his own surprise birthday party months in advance. Surely finally being able to act as he'd envisioned would serve as enough of a distraction. Yes, that.
Odysseus comes to slowly and then all at once, breaking through the scattered layers of his consciousness to return to the here and now. The simultaneously sweet and savory scents wafting from the kitchen reach him just as he registers the low hum of chatter occasionally broken by occasional the clink of cutlery on dishes. Sensation comes later, and he registers that the window at his back is cold and his phone screen is too bright. Diomedes is giving him a disapproving look made less severe by the smear of cream on his cheek. "You didn't hear anything I said." He observes, disappointed but not surprised. Which happens to be his general state of being.
"I did, in fact." Odysseus adjusts his position to get more comfortable, now leaving only one leg in Diomedes' lap so that he can face the door as well. "Being that you haven't said anything that appeals to me, I have elected to let your words fade into the general din." He chuckles to himself. "Get it? Din, diner? Din in a diner? Wordplay~!"
"That needs to be clever- or at least subtle- to classify as such." By the time Diomedes has completed the statement, Odysseus has already returned to people watching, odd eyes shifting from one patron to another as he narrates their apparent life stories based on his observations. Apparently he's still feeling the effects of the Sherlock Holmes binge that he'd coerced everyone into joining him on. Diomedes can only be relieved that he's not speaking loud enough for his targets to hear. For once.
"Ah, see here-" Diomedes looks up at the younger man's subtle shift in tone. In many ways, Iz can be likened to a cat. Excluding physical attributes such as the odd shade and slant of his eyes and almost tangible swagger in his stride- He tends to maintain a cool and unaffected air that can explode into near aggressive energy between one breath and the next with no seeming rhyme or reason to it- Yet in fewer but no less prominent ways, he can be likened to a dog in the barely contained effusive energy that seems to vibrate from him at the mere sight of something- or someone- unfortunate enough to hold his favor. It is in this way that Diomedes is alerted to Cemile's approach. Odysseus' light, husky voice has gained a warm, playful note and the shift in smile is audible. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.
"That young lady there is purposely dragging her very nice shoes on the tile- endangering their shine in the name of pointed mulishness. She wants it to be apparent that she moves on her own time as she makes her way to her appointed meeting place." It might have been a fair deduction to make if it were a touch more impartially delivered. Odysseus lifts his chin and treats her to an arrogant smirk, as if he finds her little show of resistance cute when they both know that they live their lives to his erratic schedule.
"I tried to stop him." Diomedes says by way of greeting, offering Cemile a nod and apologetic wrinkle of his nose; a rare show of genteel displeasure. "I'll take you back home, if you need me to, of course-"
"Oho! A classic posture of displeasure and an accusatory tone to match- Evidence would suggest the basis of her statements to be suspect, however. Note the coordinated outfit and lack of customary glasses, she's more invested than she would have us believe. Ah! Also note the twitch of her lips in efforts to contain a smile-" Odysseus doesn't bother containing his own, smiling beatifically up at the dark-haired girl. "You look lovely by the way~ Surely that's only further proof that you don't need beauty sleep~?" Diomedes doesn't actually sigh but he does look slightly more tired. This measure only increases when Iz winks at him. As if he had any concern for being left out. "I noticed that you're wearing a new tie- is that for me~?"
Ignoring Odysseus is generally unwise, but Diomedes manages it with a subject change. "Cemile raises a good point- did you honestly have to call us all here at such a ridiculous hour?"
Iz flutters his fingers with a scoff. "Suitewood is so dull even murderers and thieves would pass it by." Truly, the concept of danger either to himself or others rarely registers with him. Diomedes' honey eyes narrow, but he finds that this is a battle that can't be fought at present and instead turns his attention to the group chat to check if anyone needed a ride. It was careless of him not to do so earlier- He had been preoccupied with last minute work-
When Cemile orders, Odysseus adds another two milkshakes and a burger combo with potato wedges to it. Their waitress- a familiar redhead named Sue- jokes that he alone could keep them in business with how much he eats as she clears away the dishes already before him. "I should have a plaque with my name on it." He agrees seriously, slipping her a bill to add extra cherries to Diomedes' shake. "The Man Who Saves Our Business With Every Overly Salted Fry-" The epithet might have been longer, but Sue interrupts him by laughingly swatting at his head with a menu. "Hey! At least Cemile appreciates our quirks!" She favors the girl with a smile. "I'll bring yours right out~ He-" She jerks her thumb behind her. "He can wait."
With that she's wading back through the chaos and Iz swings his leg out of Diomedes' lap so that he can fully face Cemile, as if he were waiting for a lack of audience before getting 'serious'. "What is this about my birthday, then~?" He parrots back at her, steepling his fingers together and trying to look over them mysteriously though he only succeeds in looking smug.
"That will come later, however." And dismisses the matter just as quickly as he brought it up. "What's most pressing is the fact that you have yet to get me a gift. You've had months." Though he looks and sounds peeved, she'd likely know that he isn't serious. Iz always gives more than he receives, as he likes to acquire whatever he wants himself. "I can't tell you because that would ruin the surprise. You'll have to make up for not knowing with quantity. Give me one gift to make up for every bad one you get." Odysseus says in a tone that sounds deceptively reasonable. "I'm sure your contacts would help you find eight bundles of sage."
Diomedes arches a brow at this but remains silent. He's kept up a fairly consistent streak of never directly giving Iz a birthday gift since meeting him on his birthday- And that was a fairly messed up event in and of itself- as far he's concerned, his continued presence is gift enough. Or so he tells himself even whilst adding another item to his shopping list.
"Tsk, finally!" Odysseus straightens in his seat and shifts his gaze to a stool at the bar- currently occupied by a clearly out-of-place woman who is visibly trying to blend in. She hunches her shoulders and pulls on her dark bucket hat, but hot pink stilettos and the flash of genuine jewelry on her hand as she imperiously summons a waitress mark her as not being amongst the diner's usual customers. Her coat is too clean and stylish. And unnecessary, on such a warm night.
"Camellia Sitka: the absentee daughter of some prominent member of Suitewood's bureaucracy." Odysseus waves a hand, as if to imply this introductory information is unimportant. "She's visiting because they're holding some pretentious party at the town hall. Naturally, my parents were invited, but as they're currently unavailable..." Odysseus trails off leadingly, waggling his eyebrows at an almost visibly dismayed Diomedes. "I'd hate for the Spellmeyers to appear rude~" He isn't even trying to hide the impish slant to his smile.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jun 10, 2019 6:08:04 GMT -5
{ Just wanted to post this before I crash- editing will have to come later- }
{ Thanks~ Got it sorted out pretty quickly! I see! I'm simultaneously grateful, pleased, and contrite. ^^" Hm hm, well I was already halfway to a reply, so I feel it only right to post it- I do feel bad about making promises that I was already somewhat shaky on, though.. }
{ I appreciate your understanding~! I'd like to try to stick it out a little longer in light of your interest, so let's try to make it through this scene, hm, and maybe to the first party? That way at least, even if we do have to stop, we'd have a good idea of our characters for the 'official' roleplay. It'd also depend on whether we get new writers but I think I might keep it between us. ^^" }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Jun 11, 2019 3:22:36 GMT -5
[Don't feel bad! It's fine! I came into this not really knowing if I would be able to commit at all and even now I'm still not certain. But I'm willing to try and make it work if you are. My offer still stands though if you're really not feeling the muse just to quit at anytime and no hard feelings ^^
I'm happy to see how it goes throughout the diner scene and then we can go from there into the party or change it. I'm happy to just explore the characters for now and move on later with them into the "official" rp. And I'm perfectly fine to keep it between us as I said before, but also open to others if that's the way it goes. Also, did you want to divide characters/fill roles at this point or hold off on that until later and just do that when we get to the "official" rp?]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jun 12, 2019 3:22:16 GMT -5
{ Again, much appreciated~ Ah, well, if you're not sure either we could put this on 'to be continued' then? }
{ Hm hm, well now that I think about it- it might be a waste to create characters now and hardly do anything with them...And at the same time, I can't see the diner scene really going anywhere without the rest of the group... ^^" ...I've checkmated myself Er, I do think we might have to discontinue at this point, if that is the case- I'll try not to feel bad... We've barely begun but I do like writing with you, so thank you for your interest! ^^" And please know that you'll have a spot in future roleplays if you'd like~ }
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Jun 13, 2019 16:12:43 GMT -5
[I'm fine with that! It is a bit of a catch-22, can't move the scene along without all the characters, but don't want to make all of them if it's only for one scene, but that's ok. I really like the way you write as well, and the length of your posts are what I vibe with as well. So if you do start up with any other rps, or plunge back into this one with more of an idea, then just let me know and I'll be there! Hopefully I'll see you around!]
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jun 14, 2019 20:01:30 GMT -5
{ Thanks! It's the same for me, I really like the detail you added to give me a glimpse into your character in her introduction alone~ I'm actually working on another rp right now, it's one I've had the most muse for lately- It isn't up yet but the unofficial planning/claiming page has been posted if you're interested~ Sure! I'll let you know when I can get back to this, and hopefully I'll see you too~ }
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