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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 14, 2016 18:08:37 GMT -5
[ idk we could each have more than one character i guess? i would just hate for you to end up having like 383290 characters and i only end up with maybe like 1 really good one haha
and i'm definitely down for action/romance/spy theme idk ] {I typically do better with one character per rp, because I like to give them depth. It's okay if I do random side characters here and there though. Which plots are you claiming? 2, 12, or both?} [ same, except for my twins. hmm i really want to do both but it's been so long since i've done a male and i'd hate to make you do both :c
unless you're fine with being a male for both or maybe just dealing with a terribly made male for one or something agh ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:09:17 GMT -5
Just Between Us
Mason didn't look up from his work, "What was it like there? Hot?" He smiled. Mason had never really lived outside the state of Pennsylvania, but he heard down south it was very hot. Although, he wasn't sure how much of that was true. Mason could not be in the heat, it was too...well, hot. He hated being sweaty, the sticky feeling and the way it smelled. If there was a way to exercise without getting gross, Mason would do it more often.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 18:11:21 GMT -5
Something like this?
use A is kidnapped, taken off the streets in the middle of the day and held for ransom. Their parents have money, enough to get them out, to get them safe. But will they? Muse B is their kidnapper, the person who's demanding money for a life. Will a friendship grow between the two? and if so, is it real or are they just playing each other to save themselves?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:11:43 GMT -5
{ ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛI could be a male for both, I've gotten a lot better at rping them so I don't mind. Just give me the names of your characters}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:16:45 GMT -5
Something like this? use A is kidnapped, taken off the streets in the middle of the day and held for ransom. Their parents have money, enough to get them out, to get them safe. But will they? Muse B is their kidnapper, the person who's demanding money for a life. Will a friendship grow between the two? and if so, is it real or are they just playing each other to save themselves? {Yeah that works for me. Did you want to start or should I?}
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 18:18:11 GMT -5
Could you? I need to shower c:
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:19:57 GMT -5
{Yeah, I'll try to be quick. I've got stuff going on in real life so sorry if I am slow}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:21:18 GMT -5
{ Bluespur Sorry I'm slow! Just trying to get stuff organized and reply to other things ^^"}
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 14, 2016 18:22:41 GMT -5
{ ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ I could be a male for both, I've gotten a lot better at rping them so I don't mind. Just give me the names of your characters} [ thank you so much! okay so for plot two i could use a daughter of like idk a nasa worker or something and she could be being abducted because they (her kidnappers) believe she has information on her father's newest project (they could be from a rival space program) and then she doesn't actually know anything and everything gets out of hand and boom romance and action and spying yadda yadda yadda if you like that
and then i could just use a regular person for the next one, yes?
edit;; plot 2- cassiopeia maia aten, plot 12-hazel faye rogers ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:34:32 GMT -5
{No problem, did you want to start? Just as a warning, I might get to your rp late because I'm also doing other ones, so my apologies for any inconvenience this may have caused you}
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 14, 2016 18:37:36 GMT -5
[ you're fine! and i suppose i can start, but i'm also doing other stuff too so it might not end up getting done until later anyway cx ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:53:52 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
Today would be Mackenzie Butron finally proved herself to her parents. The day she would show them her true worth. Although they say they support her and are proud, Mackenzie always felt they said that just because they were her parents. Asking them how they felt would obviously just lead to the same results: 'of course we are' her mother would say as if she was shocked her daughter was asking them such a question. She shouldn't think about that though, the person Mackenzie needed to impress the most is herself. She should be proud of her capabilities, although she knew she would be hard on herself about training nonetheless. Mackenzie always did that. She thought it made her stronger and pushed her passed her limits, but that was not always the case.
Mackenzie got up from her bed in her temporary quarters while she was on the bottom of the totem pole. You can't expect five star service when you were new to some place. Especially a job, or something as prestigious and secretive as a spy academy. She slipped on her shorts and t-shirt given by the academy to train in. Once she worked her way up and got awards for certain things, she would put that on her formal uniform. After putting her clothes on, she started sorting through her belongings, try to look at least somewhat organized with what little time she had before Mackenzie's training partner would come by to take her to today's training location.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 18:57:07 GMT -5
Could you? I need to shower c: {Wait, which one am I starting? XD}
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Post by Misty on Nov 14, 2016 19:10:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, it was pretty hot in the summers." She copied another problem, not looking at him. "But it could also get pretty cold in the winter, but not nearly as cold as it gets here." She let out a sigh to herself, knowing she would miss the winters there. They were fairly mild, and those temperatures were the lowest she could tolerate without complaining twenty-four/seven. "Being close to Atlanta was nice. My family's really into sports, so we went to a lot of games."
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 19:10:49 GMT -5
Can you start for 10 and 7 please?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 19:56:51 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
MacKenzie closed up the drawers when she heard a knock at the door. She looked in the mirror quickly and made sure her hair was up and out of her face in a tight ponytail. Which was very hard for her to do considering she had very thick, brown hair. She didn't even bother smoothing over the bumps, since she knew she would never make it perfect. Not only that, but she knew they weren't that noticeable. She looked to the door when she finished and saw who she presumed to be her training partner. "Yes, I'm Mackenzie Burton. It's a pleasure to meet you." She took his hand and smiled politely. "You wouldn't happen to know who Mr. Friesenhahn is would you? I think we're being instructed by him today." She started stepping out into the hallway, and was a bit surprised when the door locked by itself. She shouldn't be too surprised though, this is a spy academy after all. They must be full of surprises.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 20:12:24 GMT -5
Just Between Us
"You're into sports huh? My family aren't big sports fanatics, unless it's the occasional football game. It really depends on who is-" Mason got cut off by the Bell ringing. No wonder the teacher said she was feeling nice today, she knew they hardly had ten minutes of class left. Mason moved his desk back to where it was and gathered up his things. At least that was the lunch bell. "Oh. Guess it's lunch time. Did you want to sit with me and my friends? Since you are new and all I'll help you out." Mason winked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 20:22:10 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
MacKenzie smiled when he did his little bow. He seemed like the open book type. But Mackenzie couldn't be sure of that yet, maybe when they start talking more. "You can call me Mackenzie, Kenzie, Burton, something along those lines is fine. But I don't know what to think of it. Everything here makes all of this feel so unreal. I'm not sure what to think of it besides the fact that I am having a major adrenaline rush." She didn't mean to say so much and was tempted to cover her mouth with her hand, but she hasn't had this feeling often. When she does though, she gets very talkative. Hopefully she won't be that way when they start training.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 20:27:59 GMT -5
Spy TroublesMacKenzie smiled when he did his little bow. He seemed like the open book type. But Mackenzie couldn't be sure of that yet, maybe when they start talking more. "You can call me Mackenzie, Kenzie, Burton, something along those lines is fine. But I don't know what to think of it. Everything here makes all of this feel so unreal. I'm not sure what to think of it besides the fact that I am having a major adrenaline rush." She didn't mean to say so much and was tempted to cover her mouth with her hand, but she hasn't had this feeling often. When she does though, she gets very talkative. Hopefully she won't be that way when they start training. "You got it Kenzie, and I know exactly what you mean, my blood is pumpin' for sure." Booker said with a laugh, patting her head gently. "Anyways, can you tell me why 'Burton' sounds so familiar? I could've sworn I heard that name mentioned in the spy world before. Do I have myself a famous persons kid as a partner? Does that make me famous by association?" Booker found himself rambling and blushed slightly at all the absurd questions he had just asked her. "Haha sorry, I didn't mean to bombard you with questions when we first met." He said scratching the back of his head and smiling.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 20:39:36 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
Mackenzie raised an eyebrow when he patted her head. She wasn't that short compared to most girls, she would be average height (but she was under the average weight). She supposed compared to Booker though she would be pretty short. He would have to be over six feet at least. "It's fine, I don't mind questions. But you might be thinking of my dad, Ronald Burton. He was pretty famous for doing the harder missions, solo. Word of advice though, do not call him Ronald McDonald. I did that once and I regret it deeply."
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Post by Misty on Nov 14, 2016 20:51:41 GMT -5
Just Between Us"You're into sports huh? My family aren't big sports fanatics, unless it's the occasional football game. It really depends on who is-" Mason got cut off by the Bell ringing. No wonder the teacher said she was feeling nice today, she knew they hardly had ten minutes of class left. Mason moved his desk back to where it was and gathered up his things. At least that was the lunch bell. "Oh. Guess it's lunch time. Did you want to sit with me and my friends? Since you are new and all I'll help you out." Mason winked. "Not really," Cassie admitted as the bell rang. She grabbed her notebook and pencil before tucking them into her backpack. She was hesitant to answer his question because she didn't know what to expect him or his friend to do during lunch. "Uh, sure," she finally said. "Just let me get a textbook from the teacher first." Without really giving him a chance to respond, she walked toward the teacher's desk.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:02:12 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
Mackenzie knew she was in her father's shadow. She always seemed to be labeled as 'Burton's daughter' but never Mackenzie. Many kids seem to think it would be great thing to have famous parents, but Mackenzie knew otherwise. "I'm 5'6" and 120 pounds of pure um...I'm not sure yet. I guess I'm about to find out." Mackenzie laughed, "and I don't mind, so long as you're not rude about it." They were headed to what looked like the main building. She assumed that was where it was, her dad tried teaching her what all the letters in front of the training room numbers meant.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:04:50 GMT -5
Just Between Us
The teacher, Ms. Ayala, looked up at Cassie a few moments after typing on her computer. She stared at her, uninterested passed her glasses and kept her same bored monotone voice, "Can I help you?" She asked curtly
{Sorry, kind of short ^^"}
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 14, 2016 21:07:54 GMT -5
“I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” The person’s voice rang out, coming into Cassiopeia’s consciousness as she came to, blinking a couple of times. It was dark, and she appeared to be in a car of some sort, lying across the back seat. She blinked some more, trying to pull her hands up to rub her eyes, but found she couldn’t. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a follow up of someone else, speaking also from the front seat, saying, “She wasn’t cooperating, what did you expect me to do?”
Cassiopeia shook her head, dispelling her hair from her eyes, squinting in the dim lighting. The people in the front were unfamiliar to her, and as her eyes adjusted, she became aware of the fact that her hands and feet were bound together. What the heck? She grunted faintly, and shifted, as quietly as possible, pushing herself up with her elbows into a somewhat sitting position, leaning herself against the door and gazing through the windshield at the unfamiliar street before her, using the what little light was bouncing up towards them to stare at the people in the front seat. Who were they? And where was she?
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[ i hope this start is okay. i figured her wandering the forest would be a good start since your character doesn’t quite appear to be human xD ]
Hazel was lost. She had been wandering for what seemed like hours. She had promised her friend, Elizabeth, that she would check out this meadow and make a map so Elizabeth could go out and paint there because it was so gorgeous, and she knew Elizabeth would absolutely love it.
But now, Hazel herself couldn’t find it. She was lost, and foolishly, alone. It was getting colder, and as fall was beginning to turn into winter, the sweatshirt she was wearing wasn’t nearly enough to keep her warm as she trudged through the undergrowth. She swore softly under her breath when she stumbled, sending herself slamming into a tree sharply and sending her teeth chattering faintly.
At this point, she didn’t care about the dumb meadow or even getting home at the moment. She just wanted to find someplace warm to chill out for a few moments and catch her bearings before she would head back out.
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Post by Misty on Nov 14, 2016 21:18:53 GMT -5
"Well," Cassie began, not liking the teacher's attitude but now being able to do anything about it. "I need a textbook so I can do my homework and follow along with it in class." She shifted her weight somewhat nervously. Was it possible that the teacher would deny her a textbook?
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 21:25:56 GMT -5
Plot 4: He rolled dark grey eyes as he listened to the person next to him, bracing his feet against the railing on the stool. He kept his voice low so only the person next to him could hear the words as he locked a stormy gaze on them. "Seven Billion people in the world, and you're over reacting because we killed one man." Dylan said, a faint edge to his voice. It's not that he was mad at the person next to him. He just never processed death well. So he did not comprehend why a murder was such a big deal. It was one person, out of seven billon. There was no way the 35 year old male would be missed much. Combing his fingers through dark brown hair, he spiked the strands more from the simple action. Dylan was tall, with a decent build. He stood at just a hair above 6'3", and the best way to describe his skin tone was 'wonderbread white' as he liked to say. The kind of pale where if he wore makeup, he'd struggle to find something to match because of how pale he was. Dark grey eyes were framed by dark lashes, a hint of stubble covering the lower part of his face.
- Plot 13: Kylar stood on the side of the road, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for traffic to clear enough for him to go. He looked down at his phone, switching songs before adjusting his earbuds so they couldn't fall out. Tucking his phone into his pocket, he started jogging again when there was a big enough gap in the cars, even though his light was red.
Kyle was fairly tall, standing at exactly 6'0". Combing his fingers through lighter brown hair, he kept running, debating on if he should start heading back soon or not. He did still have a lot of drawing he should be doing, he should focus on stuff he had to do.
He had an event coming up, not that he enjoyed showing off his artwork in front of a bunch of people, but hey, he did it anyway because it was expected of him. He didn't want to disappoint his parents, despite his distaste for how controlling they were.
The boy had a tendency to believe he was the best thing on the face of the planet, and that nothing bad could ever happen to him. Even that time he had accidently over dosed, he was fine. Nothing bad would ever happen to the eighteen year old.
His birthday fell in that weird little spot, so he was still in high school, though it was just a few more short months until he was free. It couldn't come fast enough.
Kyle stopped at another light, clearly getting irritated that he seemed to be hitting all of them. Couldn't he just finish his run in peace? Brown eyes flickered down to his phone again as he scrolled through the songs, looking for a half way decent one.
- Jack Frost: Colton blacked out on impact. He remembered the time he had spun out and into the ravine. 5:49 pm. When he blinked open his eyes again, the time read 5:53. Four minutes wasn't that long. So he deemed himself okay. Figuring that he couldn't get out of the area, he managed to crawl over to the passanger side of the car, since the drivers side was pinned by a tree. Grabbing his backpack and keys, he got out and started walking through the snow. He had forgotten his jacket back at campus, so this was even better. Fantastic. It was freezing cold and he only had a thin sweat shirt, jeans, winter boots, and a heavy back pack full of college books.
He kept rubbing his hands together as he walked, in search of help to get his car back on the road. He'd sometimes tangle his fingers into his jet black hair in search of warmth, but not finding any he'd drop his hands again. Cole kept walking, his teeth starting to chatter after a few moments. By the time he stopped to take a brief break, he couldn't really feel his fingers or toes. Which probably wasn't healthy. He had stopped shivering, kind of just accepting the cold. Which was a sign of hypothermia. At least he wasn't trying to take his clothes off, yet. Blue eyes looked around, searching for something that would help him out.
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