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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 21:14:15 GMT -5
Just a couple of plots I have been wanting to try out. All I ask is that you give at least a paragraph (I'll do my best to match your length if its a couple paragraphs longer) and no same gender characters. You don't need to type up a description unless you prefer that over describing in roleplay. That's it I guess, now let the fun begin!
In a World Where Soulmates Exist: It's common knowledge that every person, no matter who or what they've done, has a soulmate. Yet there is no indication of who that soulmate is, till both have reached the grand age of eighteen. The second the other person turns eighteen as well, a connection is made, through a single strand of red string that will suddenly manifest around both their wrist and guess where it leads too. The string itself is unbreakable, and is as real to the pair as they are to themselves, but no one else but themselves can see it. The string isn't the only connection created the second that clock strikes, from then on their physical and emotional state is no longer just their own. Gradually, the other person will begin to experience their soulmates emotions and physical injuries. It's a slow process at first, just a wisp of emotion here and there, and a slight ache in the place where there soulmate might have bruised or cut, but as time goes on, the connection grows stronger and stronger until it’s like it's really happening to them. The main purpose of the string is to guide the two people together, if followed one will always find the other. Now, enter muse A and muse B. Muse A is, to put it plainly, a well-known womanizer. He's wealthy, mouth-wateringly attractive and gets whatever he wants, a real charmer. On a deeper level, due to a tragic happening in his past, he's closed off the whole love, warmth, caring, kindness and anything that will leave him vulnerable part of his heart. So needless to say, he thinks little to none of this whole soulmate thing, and has already decided to ignore it entirely. Muse B is this meek, quiet little dormouse who secretly yearns to find the man that can love her despite all those bullies who said it was impossible, how could anyone, even a soulmate, find love for such a queer, little freak such as her, they'd said. But she's always kept her hopes up, more often than not the thought of her soulmate has been her saving grace in situations where she's been torn down. And finally the time has come. It's her 18th birthday, and even without someone to celebrate it with, she's more ecstatic then she's ever been. Immediately she begins to hunt down her soulmate, and as luck would have it, he isn't far, a few blocks away in fact, drunk in a local bar with a beauty glued to his side. Now how will this meeting play out? Or where will they go from there? Muse B isn't about to give up, and Muse A wants nothing to do with her. Can she convince him to give her chance? Will she be able to unlock the sacred pieces of his heart that will allow him care for her? Will he even be able to resist their connection? Muse A: Claimed Muse B: Fawn Aldaine
A Marriage of Convenience: Muse A is drowning in debts left by her deceased father, Muse B is the President of a multi million dollar company and is on the verge of becoming chairmen as well. But as fate would have it, his father won't retire from that position until he sees his son's bride walk down the aisle. Thing is, he has no time or desire for a girlfriend or fiance. Muse A hits rock bottom and drinks her troubles away at a club, where she meets Muse B who's doing the same. They end of spilling their troubles to one another, and the next thing they know they're waking up beside each other with matching wedding rings. Neither of them can recall exactly what happened, but the facts are there, as is the signed marriage certificate. Now what? Will they choose to keep this marriage for their own benefits? And for how long? Will they be able to even survive the ups and downs of marriage without love? And who's to say love won't become involved? Muse A: Claimed Muse B: Heath Orion
I'm Hideous: Due to a tragic fire accident that happened in her childhood, Muse A is scarred for life. And it's not pretty. The whole left half of her face is nothing but puckered pink scar tissue and permanent burn marks, she's completely blind on that side, but at the very least, she still has an eye to be blind in. Because of her condition, it’s necessary for her to use a white cane to get around in public, not that that’s much of a regular occurrence. She’s lived a life of painful words and disgusted looks, and thus would rather stay wholed up in her small apartment till the end of her days, if it was her choice. She’s an independent young adult though, so she works at a local bakery in the back as an assistant to the head baker, (before she dropped out of college she was studying culinary) and does her absolute best to stay out of sight. Cue the entrance of Muse B, a recently hired employee of that same bakery who’s working for some extra money while he majors in psychology. In short, Muse A piques his interest as a perfect candidate for his study on self-hatred, from symptoms to reactions of words or actions. He approaches her with the intent to gain more knowledge on the concept of self-hatred, and persistently spends time with her despite her obvious protest and discomfort. What happens when she ends up falling for him? Can he even return her feelings, to love someone who can’t love herself? Is that possible? What happens when she finds out the real reason he even bothered to speak with her in the first place? Muse A: Cecilia Bancroft Muse B: Open
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 21:49:34 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 22:03:40 GMT -5
Please do! Don't worry about shorter post, I don't mind at all.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 22:11:24 GMT -5
I'm fine with either way, I can totally post a starter if you want.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 22:22:10 GMT -5
okie dokie
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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 Dec 23, 2016 22:37:19 GMT -5
Cato was sitting down at the restaurant bar surrounded by his closest friends and more importantly, a beautiful woman. Speaking of this beautiful woman what was her name again? Sara? Abigail? Something like that. Whether it was his accursed short term memory or the booze or perhaps a little bit of both, Cato for the life of him could not remember the young woman's name. Nonetheless he stared at the beauty, with a large smile on his face, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he bought her anther round of shots. The young man took two more shots, and noticed the woman's mouth moving. You know that feeling when you turn on the TV and it starts playing a movie that's halfway through and you have no idea what's going going on? Well that's what Cato was pretty much going through. "And she said to me 'Emily. Come on, youre trying to eat soup with a fork! You can't eat soup with a fork!'" Emily! Yeah that was her name. The young girl snorted as she laughed excusing herself halfheartedly. Cato noticed her laughing and decided to chime with a hearty roar of his own. "My my Emily!" He said wiping fake tears from his eyes. "You are so funny, I had no idea you were so funny. I mean I saw you the other day and I said, this girl, this girl is a wonderful woman and I just had to ask you out. Let me tell you, I am so thankful you said yes to coming out with me you have been a delight tonight." Cato said running his hands through his thick, dark chocolate colored hair. "Hey I'll be right back, I'm going to make a quick trip to the bathroom. Don't you go anywhere!" He said to Emily, turning around quickly and making a shaky and unsteady path towards the bathroom.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 23:13:16 GMT -5
This is it! Today's finally the day! Fawn Aldaine practically bounced down the sidewalk with more skip in her small steps then had ever been, and nothing could beat the kind of smile that lit up her otherwise plain features. It held such a deep, happy glow, that even her unoriginal pale pink lips were transformed into a state that could be considered beautiful. Grasped tightly in her little porcelain fist was her new life line, a single thin strand of shimmer red string that with simply begin held onto, immediately brought her comfort. She idly wondered for a second if that was a result of the bond, or her own personal feelings, but this thought was quickly dashed away by the excitement that threatened to overwhelm her. She'd been longing, yearning, and waiting for this opportunity the last 18 years of her life, hence the cute dark emerald green dress she was wearing that flattered her petite, and moderately curvy figure. It was the only item of clothing she'd received a real comment on, apparently it really brought out the green in her dull hazel eyes. She was also wearing a dab of makeup, a real rare occurrence. It was just a few strokes of mascara to enhance the fullness and length of her lashes, one of her features she wasn't ashamed of, and some clear lip gloss. Nothing could be done for her pallid complexion, it remained washed-out pale no matte the amount of concealer. Fawn continued to allow the string to guide her, she would have taken her little old car but she'd felt as though she wouldn't be needing it. Turns out her hunch was correct, as she came to a jolting halt in-front of a well known bar just a few blocks from her house, and resisted the urge to do a little dance at her correct guess. It must be from the connection she had to her soulmate! That little reminder suddenly sent her heart galloping off at unfamiliar speeds, as she was once again hit abruptly with the fact she was to finally meet the one man who she could love without guilt, and possibly be loved in return. A trembling hand was slowly extended at sloths speed, and nimble fingers curled around the knob so tight they whitened even more. Fawn exhaled a long shuddering breath, closed her eyes for a few split seconds to regain at least some of her composure and gave the tug. As she hesitantly stepped inside, immediately greeting with the strong scent of booze and cigarette smoke, not once did it occur to her that she should be wondering what her soulmate was doing in such a place as this, and why he wasn't out to search for her as well.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 23:15:05 GMT -5
(Can I claim muse A for plot two!!!! I love the idea!!) Hi! And of course! Would you like me to start?
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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 Dec 23, 2016 23:41:23 GMT -5
(Hey Al!) (Hi soul! And yes please!! If you could!!) ( How're you! )
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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 Dec 23, 2016 23:47:19 GMT -5
Cato walked, well if you can call it walking, more like stumbling actually. Alright, Cato was stumbling towards the bathroom when a bright green figure caught the corner of his eye. He turned slowly, almost as if in slow motion only to see a young girl around his age probably 18 or 19. She was attractive of course, well anyone's attractive when you're this drunk, but this girl seemed different. Her innocent gaze and natural beauty intrigued him but he had more pressing matters to attend to. Without a second thought, Cato made his way to the bathroom struggling with the bathroom door. It didn't take long and before he knew it he was standing in front of the bathroom sink splashing cold water on his face, as the bar was awfully warm and stunk of putrid cigarettes. Cato looked at himself in the mirror tightening the black tie at his neck while staring back at his own bright blue eyes. Alright champ you're doing great, now get back out there to uh... uh... oh not this again. In just a few short minutes Cato had already forgotten the name of the beauty waiting patiently for him at the bar. "Jesus Cato... get it together, she just told you her name." He paced back and forth in the bathroom thinking of a list of names before deciding they were all wrong. Eventually he sat on the counter top beside the sink, holding his face in his hands and massaging his temples. "Think Cato, think. You're smart it shouldn't be too hard to remember." He sighed thinking out loud. The young man looked at the expensive golden watch on his wrist, it contrasted greatly against his tan skin, and read 10:27. "Is it really already 10:30? I got here at 8 but it feels like I've only been here for like an hour at the- Emily!" He said before remembering the woman's name and roaring it triumphantly. "Oh wow... way too loud keep it down buddy." Cato said hoping his yelling couldn't be heard over the music and loud chatter outside. "Alright... time to go." He added fixing the cuffs of his sleeves and walking briskly out of the bathroom, his eyes fixed on Emily. He stumbled over something, more than likely his own feet, falling onto the girl, Fawn, he had noticed before. "Oi, what's the big idea, trippin me?" Cato grumbled angrily, that was before he noticed it was a girl. "Oh... my apologies." He said halfheartedly, but at least he offered to help her up.
(Again I'm sorry I can't match your length I'm on mobile. ><)[
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 23, 2016 23:48:54 GMT -5
(Hey Al!) (Hi soul! And yes please!! If you could!!) Heath stubbornly pulled the thick covers over his head with a soft groan when the sun decided to peer through the window, its bright lethal beams a deadly threat to to his physical condition of begin hungover. Even now, semi-conscious as he was, his head felt inflated and every thought brought on another on slaughter of white-hot pain. Which was why he burrowed even deeper into his pillow, determined to return to his blissful sleep. As he shifted around a bit, his arm was destined to brush against the soft skin of another, it was inevitable, with him already being so close to her. Now, Heath might not be one for relationships, but that certainly didn't mean he wasn't a man who didn't like to be satisfied every once in awhile. With the hangover clouding his judgement and any coherent thoughts, he naturally assumed she must be another victim of his meaningless late night prowls. It didn't take much to get a yes, a few honeyed words and skin to skin contact here and there, his looks pretty much did all the work for him, as did his reputation. Heath naturally slid one firm, tan arm around the mystery women's waist and gently tugged her to him, burying his face into the smooth curve of her shoulder and inhaling her sweet scent. Perhaps she could help sooth his horrid hangover. That though brought a sly smile to his lips, which he immediately put to use by resting feather-light kisses along the women's neck and stroking her arm with rhythmic movements of his fingers.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 24, 2016 0:26:00 GMT -5
Alphonse: (You're totally fine! Your replies are more then long enough! )Fawn had to pause by the entrance of the bar, for her sanity's sake. Her breathing had quickened into quiet gasps for air and her knees grew weak with the nervousness that coursed through her, replacing her exhilaration and eagerness of just a few seconds ago. What if even he can't like me? What if if he rejects me? What if he doesn't even want a soulmate? Doubt invaded her mind and she almost considered hightailing it out of there. Her grip on the string tightened and suddenly, a cool calmness began to spread through her. Her breaths slowed and she straightened from her leaning position on the wall. You have been waiting for this moment all your life! Don't you dare lose your courgae and hope now! Luckily, no one had seemed to notice her little 'out of commotion' moment, and Fawn tilted her head up and lifted her shoulders, she could do this. Soulmate, here I come! She tucked a stray curl behind her ear that had escaped her dark chocolate brown bun, and she was off! Once again following the string, as her hazel gaze flew rapidly around the room, in search of the one man attached. She was so focused on sweeping the large bar with her eyes, she didn't even see him, until he literally fell for her. Fawn stumbled back at the unexpected impact, and with a slight ungraceful flair of her arms managed to keep her balance, even in her high black heels. Quite the accomplishment for a girl labeled a klutz since god only knows when. That aside, she'd just turned her head to find out what exactly had happened, just as she heard a deep, irritated, male voice complain that she'd tripped him. A weak retort was on the tip of her tongue, not that it would have gotten her far in the first place, when she finally laid her eyes on him, and her heart automatically skipped a few beats. It was him. She knew, she didn't even have to check his wrist, one glance in those dreamy blue eyes and she knew. Fawn couldn't even formulate a thought, let alone a sentence when he'd suddenly seem to change his mind at the sight of her and apologize. All she could do was stand there stiff, and drink in the sight of him with wide, captivated hazel eyes and a clouded, dazed expression. He was beautiful.
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 24, 2016 1:27:22 GMT -5
(Lol no worries, I'm not one to care much about lenght, long as it's no one-liners xD those are the worst.)
Fawn could only make a movement once he'd turned and begun to walk away without another word. Like some primal need from deep inside, she wasn't in control of the arm that had half-heartily stretched out toward Cato's retreating figure, nor the sudden ache blooming in her chest when the most stunning girl in the bar waved invitingly at him. One thought crossed her mind, how could she compete? Of course, she'd noticed her soulmate was devilishly handsome, an ironic circumstance indeed when she'd been plain Jane all her life. Her limb fell back to her side and her face fell along with it. Even he didn't notice her, her soulmate couldn't even notice her. Wait, what was this? He'd glanced down at the string secure around his wrist! And he was looking back at her! He noticed! Happiness instantly warmed her heart, and she could feel that smile returning to her face. As his lips parted she eagerly awaited his words, a sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there before and anticipation clear in her features. This is what she'd been waiting for. "I... I'm sorry but I... I don't know what to do." Fawn's head tilted questioningly and confusion wrote itself in her expression. Was he apologizing for before, or the information he'd seemingly just become aware of? Not quite the reaction she'd been expecting, but they were words, from her soulmate, so there was no way on god's green earth she was going to complain. No sir, instead she smiled shyly and approached him in a few steps, meekly holding out her hand and not yet summoning the courage to meet his gaze once more. "I-I-I'm F-Fawn, It's n-nice to finally m-meet you." She forced out, inwardly curing herself for her nervous stutter and soft voice.
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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 Dec 24, 2016 1:44:38 GMT -5
Cato swallowed loudly and nervously, he scratched the back of his head as she stuttered introducing herself. A million thoughts were racing through his head, Who is this girl? Why now? Is this for real? were just a few. He studied her up and down she had a natural beauty about herself, something he couldnt quite explain, but she definitely wasn't just your average girl. After a short pause Cato looked up and looked her in the eyes, disbelief still written on his face. "Well... uh Fawn, could I... would you like a drink? Preferably at a place that doesn't reek of smoke." He said with a chuckle, this whole soul mate thing had really killed his buzz and he barely felt any of the effects of the alcohol he had drank earlier. He cleared his throat softly. "I uh... I have to say good bye to my friends first though." He said, quickly standing up and walking towards his group of friends at the bar. "Hey guys, something came up with work... the boss needs me to come in and sort some things out." Cato said softly. "Aw, well you have my number right? Just give me a call whenever." Emily pouted. "Alrighty, see ya." Cato said grabbing his overcoat from the back of his chair and turning to go back to Fawn. Before he could, Emily spun him around planting a soft kiss on his lips. "See ya later." She said with a wink. Cato opened his mouth to reply but decided against it, and went back towards Fawn. "Sorry about her, I mean for that, what just happened, I um... where do you wanna go for drinks?"
( I just feel bad when I don't match my partners length, so sorry haha )
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Post by Wearysoul on Dec 24, 2016 2:45:50 GMT -5
(Alright, sorry guys but this will be my last post for tonight. It's pretty late where I am and I'm falling alseep. I'll be on first thing tomorrow though! And reply to your replies G'night you two!)
Alphonse: Fawn immediately perked up at his suggestion for drinks and gave a small nod in consent, a small smile gracing her face when he chuckled. He had such a cute laugh. She wordlessly watched him walk over to his friends, silently debating whether to follow. She'd just taken a few steps, when that beautiful women kissed him. Immediately, the fires of jealousy rang hot and doubt trickled in. Fawn had always struggled with suppressing her emotions, her mother always said she felt to freely and was tormenting herself because of it. And at this moment, she couldn't help but agree with her. Fawn did her best to keep her expression blank, at the very least, and any doubt from entering her eyes. What did she expect? Look at him! Of course he'd have a girlfriend, if not more. If he was sweet as he was handsome, then she really couldn't blame that women for staking her claim on him. When he returned and even apologized, all negativity melted away and she shook her head in response. "I-It's fine, I understand this m-must be a bit d-difficult for you." She's gotten through it with minimum stuttering! Rejuvenated by her successful, her voice became stronger and a tad more confident as she tilted her head a bit to meet his gaze, she wasn't very tall after all, 4'9" typically but with these heels, 5'2". "Anywhere you like is fine."
Inky: Heath had chuckled lightly in response to the women's soft giggle, and when she started to turn toward him he wrapped both arms around her waist, intending to pull her up for a kiss. Abruptly, she was up and gone, so quickly all he could do was blink in surprise as the covers went with her. What on earth? He followed her example a few seconds later, though much more slowly and with less blanket stealing. The remaining sheets slid off his firm toned chest of golden-brown and he pushed back his tousled, raven dark hair from his eyes with a brush through of his hand so he could see just what he was dealing with. Piercing, stormy gray eyes fixed on Mae, and he arched an ebony eyebrow in question to her reaction. "What's wrong now?" Heath asked calmly in a voice gruff with sleep, which was followed by a yawn and a slight massage of the eyes as his awareness slowly returned to him. He had a hangover and for whatever reason this girl was acting as if she had to cover up for modesty and hadn't just purposely slept with him. Taking another glance at her, his lips pulled down in a small frown. Not that he thought about it, she didn't look like his usual pick up. Pretty? Yes. Yet there was that innocent aura about her , something he didn't really fancy dealing with. That lead to expectations and problems.
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