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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 27, 2017 2:21:30 GMT -5
"I'm so very far from fine."
First thing's first, this is never private! If you would like to RP this, please message me and I'd be happy to create a duplicate! Thanks!
Introduction:
The sound of a light rain as it hit the ground echoed among the empty streets. It was a steady pitter-patter, and some would call it calming. But when you were running for your life, rain wasn't exactly all that therapeutic. Rushed footsteps could be heard through the alleys, making contact with newly-formed puddles. Listen closer, and you could hear someone breathing heavily, most likely due to lack of exercise mixed with running for an extended period of time. A new sound emerged from the silent night, one loud but known by all. Sirens. You might be wondering what's going on, and that's fine. Curiosity is a powerful feeling, yet it can also lead to situations you don't want to find yourself in. But...if you really want to know, then go see for yourself.
![](https://media.giphy.com/media/s8Nh7fbCvwL7y/giphy.gif)
Rules:
- I would like this to be a long-term one on one RP, but it is by no means private!
- All I ask is that you are descriptive and able to type at least 10 lines per post! Thanks! c:
Things To Note:
I have absolutely no idea where I wanna go with this I literally just typed something up out of sheer boredom??? But like I was thinking I wanted to make my character a werewolf,,, I think that'd be cool yes yes.
Maybe like...my character is this huge criminal among the city in both human and wolf form and struggles with everyday life with police and hunters and stuff.
You can have your character be whatever you want honestly; human, werewolf, hunter, I don't really mind lol. Maybe our characters knew each other before, or maybe they're sworn enemies, idk man. I'm a sucker for sworn enemies that eventually like each other but kind of hate to admit it haha.
I kinda feel like doing The Gay™ but I can't decide if I wanna do a male or female, so I'll leave it up to you and whatever you're comfortable with. I do want a lil fluff, but I don't really want it to be the main plot.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 27, 2017 16:41:16 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Aug 27, 2017 17:14:27 GMT -5
claim
EDIT: Wow, talk about sudden, astro. I'd be up for taking this plot! What would you like to brainstorm first? I'm cool with doing gay sworn enemies. Maybe detective x criminal?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 27, 2017 18:41:22 GMT -5
{Awesome!!! ;3 Also sorry for the mini poof, I took a small nap and had to eat.}
{I'm not even sure what to brainstorm, I just kind of like to throw ideas around haha. Also ooohhhh detective x criminal sounds sweet!!! Honestly we can just kind of wing it and see what happens, I don't require a form or anything. Unless you would actually like to plan something out, your call. ;>}
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Post by lozi on Aug 27, 2017 18:44:01 GMT -5
I'll just post a description of my character and we can go from there. If you want to just toss up a starter, that's cool.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 27, 2017 20:11:48 GMT -5
{Agh sorry for the poof again! And go for it! I'll just stick to describing through RP lol.}
{Also what gender would you be more comfortable with?}
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Post by lozi on Aug 27, 2017 20:42:30 GMT -5
Mxm if you wouldn't mind.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 27, 2017 22:35:47 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get."![](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/51/a9/f6/51a9f6f6b8422771590576d749e0c75b--hush-hush-patch.jpg) ![](https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/4/47/Blue-eyes-black-wolf-2.gif/revision/latest?cb=20161026014024) The sirens wailed around every street corner, attempting to block the criminal's path. But this person was smart enough not to walk onto the exposed streets in the first place; the alleyways were his home. They always had been. He would prefer the shadows and feeling of safety any day, due to his tarnished records.
This mysterious masculine figure was well-known throughout the city for causing trouble, so it was no surprise that someone ratted him out. Tch, way to make his day that more difficult.
The figure's hood fell back, revealing his identity. The one and only Marco Blythe. Figures. Just about everyone in the city has heard his name and knew what he was. If they didn't, he would be genuinely surprised, considering there were wanted posters of him everywhere. If his name wasn't enough, his looks told the whole story. The twenty-one year old criminal could be spotted a mile away due to the assortment of scars along his face, so he usually kept it covered with a hood. However, this was no time to worry about reaching behind him to drag it back over his messy black hair. He was more worried about what would happen if he got caught. The same dumb detective had been on his case for God knows how long, and no matter how many times he escaped, the detective-whatever his name was-never gave in. Sometimes, he purposely pulled off a heist to spite the guy. He was probably the one behind this whole thing, and he would probably come face to face with him any second.
Shaking his head to himself to clear his mind from his troubles, he ended up running straight into a dead end, head first. Just his luck. The boy's hand had moved up to his throbbing head, and he glared at the officers who were already trying to corner him. They slowly advanced towards him, guns glinting in the moonlight. But with a bit of quick thinking, the boy shifted into his wolf form and ran, paws scrambling against the ground as he charged straight for an officer, ramming his large wolf body into him to create an opening. He jumped off of the police, trying his hardest to scuffle away. The large wolf had black fur the same color as his hair, as well as a pair of striking blue eyes. He almost blended into the shadows, but his large build dancing in between the streetlights gave him away. Almost as soon as he tasted freedom, it was taken away from him with a single gunshot. It wasn't a fatal gunshot, it just happened to land on the right side of his body, just shy of his chest. The wolf turned back to face the officers, baring his teeth and taking an offensive stance, like he was ready to attack. He was never one to back down from a fight, but that was probably due to his huge ego. This time however, it was revenge that was clouding his judgement.
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Post by lozi on Aug 28, 2017 8:53:15 GMT -5
Cameron Kylliss
Most would observe first that Cameron is above average in height, standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his complexion honey gold. His eyes are a cold baby blue with grey flecks throughout. Loosely wavy jet black hair grows rampant atop of his head. Cam has a number of identifying characteristics such as a long nose, a small gap in his front teeth, and freckles dotting his body, thickest on his forearms, shoulders, and face. Cam sports two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. A long, jagged scar runs along his right shoulder blade. Cam will often be seen in a solid colored shirt, black mid-calf lace up boots, dark pants or jeans, a black leather jacket or trench coat, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
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Post by lozi on Aug 28, 2017 9:07:31 GMT -5
Cameron Kylliss
IN A CRUEL AND EVIL WORLD, BEING CYNICAL CAN ALLOW YOU TO GET SOME ENTERTAINMENT OUT OF IT Sirens wailed down the streets, growing closer, then quickly fading. These days, it felt like the city sirens were Cameron's call to action. Begrudgingly, he lit a cigarette and hopped on his motorcycle, not bothering to put on a helmet. Using one hand to weave through the cars, he smoked with the other. The collar of his trench coat was whipping him in the face, so he tucked it down.
Today had been going just peachy. He'd woken up late for work, and had to skip his coffee to make it on time. He'd lost two criminals today, all because he could barely keep his eyes open. His work had been declining lately, and now he was facing being laid off if he couldn't get it together. All his hopes were riding on this one case, to catch this one wolf man. Apparently he had a habit of shifting into a wolf for an escape. Tch. Some of us had to escape like a normal human being.
Gunshots echoed in the alleys, and he let the machine he was riding speed up. It was unwise to be weaving at such a speed without a helmet, but what did Cam care? Swerving into a back alley where he heard the gunshot, he skidded to a halt behind the officers. "You're getting sloppy." He remarked at the black wolf, hopping off of the vehicle and pulling a hunting rifle out. The officers were ill equipped for this, lacking silver bullets and the proper guns.
He tapped the muzzle of the rifle, a smile creeping into his features. "Silver bullets. Stand down, and I won't shoot."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 28, 2017 10:33:54 GMT -5
{I start college today so I won't be able to respond until later. ;C}
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Post by lozi on Aug 28, 2017 10:34:29 GMT -5
[ That's cool. No worries ]
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Post by lozi on Aug 28, 2017 20:16:23 GMT -5
do you want to do something where the detective is taken hostage? I can't see them having further in depth interaction otherwise. ]]
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 28, 2017 22:49:55 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Look who finally decided to show up."![](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/51/a9/f6/51a9f6f6b8422771590576d749e0c75b--hush-hush-patch.jpg) ![](https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/4/47/Blue-eyes-black-wolf-2.gif/revision/latest?cb=20161026014024) The wolf almost looked as if it was scoffing, and he relaxed his stance after the detective flashed his huge gun. After a moment, he shifted back, his clothes magically still intact. Marco stood up slowly, groaning at the wound and pressing his right hand over it. The blood continued to flow, seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the ground. "Sloppy? Ha! As if. Between the two of us, I think you have it worse. Looks like someone didn't have their morning coffee." The criminal walked up to him fearlessly, taking his index finger and using it to shove the barrel of the gun away from him. Instead, he made it point to Cameron's chest. "Let's not. Unless you want your eyes gauged out, that is." His voice was deep and rough, and one could tell he hadn't spoken in a while. It wasn't like he had meaningful conversations with himself, after all. Only someone who lost all their sanity would do something like that. And luckily for him, he still had some left.
"It's been a while, detective. I see you still aren't that bright." As he said that, he snatched the cigarette from his mouth, tossing it to the ground and stomping on it, shaking his head. "For shame! But it isn't just the smoking, it's cause you still haven't managed to catch me." A low chuckle escaped his lips, smirking at Cameron. He didn't intend to be caught today, but that gun and the silver bullets sure looked a lot worse. The burning pain that it came with was slow and agonizing, something he wouldn't wish upon anyone.
"I'm surprised you only just got here. Thought you'd have a lead on me before the police. That's what detectives are for, right?" He mocked the guy, brave enough to laugh directly to his face. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't tease someone with a gun, but that was just how Marco was. c0cky and sarcastic. He didn't want problems any more than the next guy, but he wasn't even sure what would happen once he was taken in.
"On second thought..." Marco tilted his head like a dog would as he spoke, getting an idea. In two swift motions, he snatched up the gun and held the detective in a chokehold. His arm was wrapped around the boy's neck rather tightly, and he used his other hand to hold the gun up, pressing it up against the small of his back. He positioned him in front, so the other officers wouldn't be allowed to shoot. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? It was brilliant! With each second, the boy took one step back, dragging Cameron along with him by force. "Stand down, and I won't shoot." He mocked Cameron's earlier tone, leaning in close to his ear.
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Post by lozi on Aug 29, 2017 8:07:09 GMT -5
Cameron Kylliss A man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow. ★ ★ ★ ★
Cameron frowned at his comment on the lack of his morning coffee. This criminal, Marco Blythe, had really hit the nail on the head with that one. He observed the wound in his side, noting how gruesome and painful it looked. He really didn't want to have to shoot him, especially with silver bullets, but his options were running out. If he wanted to keep his job and his reputation, he had to catch this criminal, dead or alive.
When Marco took the cigarette from his mouth, he frowned. This was crossing the line. He raised the barrel of his gun, wondering why the police weren't shooting his brains out already. His next comment really dug under his skin, only betrayed by the brief hurt look in his eyes. What if he really was good for nothing? He reached for his pack of cigarettes again, turning around to look at the line of policemen. Why didn't they have his back?
Maybe Marco was right when he said that Cam was getting sloppy, because before he knew what was happening, he had his arm twisted painfully as he grabbed the gun and put him in the chokehold. He let go of the gun, sure that if he clung on it would break his arm, something he really wasn't interested in right now.
Was it bad that he wasn't scared, that he didn't care? Cameron was not at all daunted by this criminal who could easily snap his neck. Instinctively he clawed at the arm that was choking him, wheezing like an old dog. He tried to plant his feet and stand against being dragged back, but it only worsened the choking. He gave up, allowing himself to be dragged back. Would they even search for him if he got captured?
Cam decided he really couldn't care less what this Marco Blythe did to him, aside from the burning in his chest as his unhealthy lungs gasped for air. He was holding too tight for Cam to breathe easily, and he was losing feeling in his toes. With nothing to lose, he wheezed out, "If you take me prisoner, you'll have to deal with me." His words were snarky, not spoken in a reasoning tone. "And I still have half a pack of smokes."
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Post by lozi on Sept 9, 2017 7:29:52 GMT -5
bump?
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Post by lozi on Sept 23, 2017 6:45:57 GMT -5
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