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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 10:47:38 GMT -5
So I'd like to spend it roleplaying instead of anything productive. I'm relatively literate but I honestly don't care how much my partner posts.
I've sorta been wanting to do some sort of school roleplay recently, but I'm flexible and if there's something you'd rather do I'll probably rp it with you.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 11:33:59 GMT -5
Okay
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 14:12:45 GMT -5
Oh hi, thank you. What sorta thing?
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 14:26:00 GMT -5
Well, since I wrote that I actually feel less like that and more like something fantastical
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 14:31:30 GMT -5
I tried to start a "magical creatures like dragons and unicorns but they're in a modern setting and they're superheroes" sort of thing at one point but that didn't work out. Still like the idea.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 15:04:33 GMT -5
Awesome. Should we come up with more of a plot than that though?
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Post by Sherk on Nov 13, 2016 23:55:29 GMT -5
Yes it is! My bedtime's soon, but we might be able to figure out/start something.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 6:29:55 GMT -5
Pfft, what sorta things am I not into?
Sure, there's a couple things I don't roleplay with a lot of ease, but as a whole, I'll try pretty much anything.
Currently, idk. Get back to me when you're online again, or tell me a few things you like.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 11:54:39 GMT -5
Hey! Are you interested in another rp partner?
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 13:09:02 GMT -5
Of course! I love your screenname.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 13:11:40 GMT -5
Thank you! So I have a quick question. On the old site we were doing your plot where a thief breaks into your characters house. Would you like toncontine that or nah?
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 14:02:28 GMT -5
Pfft, were we?
I could honestly continue that(though I don't remember where we were. I've done that plot a lot and it blurs together), or do something else. Either works.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 14:09:39 GMT -5
Yeah. I have the last post I think.
We were also thinking about doing missing, and we had just started meet the new kid.
Missing
Muse A is normal. Average grades, average life. Nothing special. One day, they go missing. They've run away before, so nobody thinks about it. They're just having a bad week, they'll be back by Monday. But Monday comes and goes, and Muse B has notices. They've talked to A before and they seemed nice enough. Still, even though it's been a week, people don't seem to notice or care that they're gone. The cops won't listen to B's concern, so what now? Will they find A?
Meet the New Kid
Muse A is new to the city. They're from a small town in one of the southern states, but when one of their parents gets a new job and has to move to New York City, or somewhere like that, they bump into Muse B. Muse B is about to get kicked out of their parents house, or evicted (if we choose to make them older). They try to help A get adjusted, and B starts to get attached. But then they have to leave.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 15:11:28 GMT -5
Ohmygod you're Pap.
Hi Pap. I'm done with school now so I'll stop taking so freaking long. Of course I'd like to continue those plots!
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 15:13:14 GMT -5
Yup, that's me c:
Okay! How was school? And I should be on more than I was before (or at least my replies will be better) since I only work a few days a week now. Health issues are wonderful.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 15:25:02 GMT -5
It was alright. Going through first aid atm.
Oh dear, hopefully the health issues aren't too bad?
Hold off on them for a week, then I'll be able to give you first aid if you need it.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 15:29:44 GMT -5
Ah they're kind of major. I'm seventeen with three blood clots in my lungs. So that's fun to deal with.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 15:35:17 GMT -5
Ooh, yeah. Sounds bad. I hope you end up alright!
So, you got the last post?
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 15:51:36 GMT -5
Yup! Here's your last post:
OOC: rip
What's the name of your Missing character? I might be able to cook something up.
BIC: IT DOESN'T HAVE A NAME
"Let's stop, at least for now." Jasper said, and paused a moment, a question laying on his mind, "is /this/ your whole life? Before you tried to rob me, did you spend your time just fighting?"
MEET THE NEW KID
Anya Petrov had grown up in the middle of nowhere: a little farm in the middle of Iowa. But as far as she was concerned, nowhere was pretty nice. There was a great multitude of cats living in their barn, and when she was a kid, she'd chase them around the floor trying to pet them. And when she couldn't catch them, she'd pet the goats in their pens instead. They weren't able to run away quite as easily. And when she got bored of that, she'd climb up in the hay loft and lay there and watch the spiders crawl around.
They hadn't been poor, either. They'd just been farmers, her dad and her looking after the animals and crops, while her mom worked in town. They'd even had enough money(with their insurance and months of saving) to get Anya the cochlear implant that made her life that much easier.
Of course, all good things must come to an end, and not so long ago, they'd run into a bit of trouble with money, and had to sell their goats, and their land, and their house, and move to where her mom could get a job: New York City.
They'd arrived not so long ago, and, after helping with the preliminary unpacking of the moving trailer, Anya had slipped away to explore. Might as well get to know her surroundings. After all, she knew the fields around her house in Iowa by heart. Obviously the streets here were just the /tiniest/ bit different, but she'd manage, right?
That was about an hour ago, and now Anya was hopelessly lost, and very jittery as a result. Nothing here made sense, all the buildings looked the same, and the constant noise made her want to rip the implant from her head(though turning it off would've sufficed). Wringing her hands, she stood on the street corner, staring at the crosswalk lights, the homeless man across the street, the people cleaning windows a few buildings down, the patrons heading in and out of the fancy restaurant on the corner, anything to find anything that looked familiar. She was on the verge of just running around in circles until she got dizzy. That would fix any problem.
---- And here's mine:
OOC: Hmm, Lindsey Hunter. Yeah, that'll work.
WE NEED TO FIX THAT
BIC: Skylar nodded and tied her hair up again, pausing at his question. "Yeah, for the most part. I've been robbing people since senior year of high school though," she told him with a faint shrug, glancing over at him and biting her lower lip.
MEET THE NEW KID
So, he hadn't had the easiest life, but he wasn't going to whine about it either. He didn't mind being adopted, that wasn't the issue. He didn't mind when the first one didn't work out and he ended up with a different group of people. He didn't like being treated like an idiot, but what could he do? He wasn't going to leave Emily to deal with them on her own, that wasn't fair. But he was also getting kicked out soon, so how was he supposed to be there for her?
A frown pulled at his lips as he kept walking, completely distracted as he tried to sort through this mess and figure out how he could help Emily, even from a distance. He ran into somebody, and while he didn't think much of it. And he almost shouted at the girl for getting in his way, but the streets were crowded here and it wasn't something that she could probably help. So for once, he was actually polite. "Are you alright?" He asked, shifting his weight to a different leg awkwardly. Kylar ran his fingers through his hair again, a habit of his that just showed up when ever it wanted to.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 21:34:49 GMT -5
OOC: I never figured out exactly what Jasper did for a living and how he's rich. His parents were, and he was smart/lucky with stocks, but I never figured out exactly what he did. Maybe he's just pulling a Forrest Gump and doing something he enjoys because he has enough money to mow grass for free.
BIC: How could someone's childhood be so horrible that they rob people ever since high school? Jasper sat down on one of chairs. Oh dear, maybe this was a little awkward.
"So, what's your favorite movie?" He asked, mostly to take the attention off the awkward 'oh yeah I sneak into people's houses and steal their crap' conversation.
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Anya may or may not have shrieked like a little girl when the boy ran into her, but collected herself soon enough, "um, yeah..." She said, and added honestly: "mostly. But I'll live." She would, as long as she could find her way back without being kidnapped by some homeless guy and sold for drug money or whatever they did in the city, "you?"
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 21:40:33 GMT -5
OOC: I kind of think that fits Jasper. So until you can think of something, the Forrest Gump thing works. c:
BIC: Skylar was quiet for a moment, settling into a different chair, glad for the change of topic. She would tell him if he wanted to know, with the whole possibility of her being stabbed in his house, she felt like he deserved to know. But she was still grateful for the topic switch. "Uh, I don't really know. Central Intelligence was pretty good." Skye responded, looking over at him. "Yours?"
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Kyle let go of her right after she gained her balance, not wanting to freak her out or anything. "I'm fine." He responded, arching an eyebrow as he looked at her. She looked kind of scared. Lost. He knew that look. "Tourist or new?" The teen questioned, still looking at her. Sure it was a weird question, and his tone of voice made it kind of rude, but it was a little easy to tell she wasn't really from here.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 22:13:18 GMT -5
"You know those old "horror" movies with awful effects?" Jasper asked and grinned, "I love them, especially Little Shop of Horrors." Two of his favorite things in the world were bad movies and horror stories. Put them together, and the resulting lovechild would be irresistible.
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"Huh?" Anya asked. How could he tell? Was he Sherlock Holmes or something, "I just moved into the city," she offered, "we arrived from Iowa not too long ago. How'd you tell?" She'd thought she'd been blending in pretty good. Which probably meant that she hadn't, but still.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 14, 2016 22:25:07 GMT -5
You still looking for some rp partners?)
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Post by Sherk on Nov 14, 2016 22:30:56 GMT -5
Literally always.
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