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| What should be the first twist in the rp? |
| Weather disaster |
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| Economic decline(more so then now, hahaha...that's not funny) |
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| other (submit your ideas o v o) |
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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:55 pm
Introductions
Plot: Born as normal humans in New York City, the anons (and fans, if they so choose) try their best to get by in the Big Apple. Can they live comfortably or will they be thrust out into the streets of this harsh city? Will they meet each other, or just be strangers passing each other by?
How will they handle the dangers and graces of living in a big city?
Twists: Twists will be revealed as the story goes on and will be up to you on whether or not you wish to participate in the event, or if you wish to just keep your own story-line going uninterrupted.
Time Period: 2014
Current season: Spring
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:01 pm
Rules:
Rules:
• Please keep it PG-13. If you’re having an intimate moment(since we have a heap of kink anons amiright?) do be respectful of others who might read your replies.
• No god moding. That includes killing off someone else’s character without their permission. Dodging ever punch thrown at you. (Come on guys we aren’t Bruce Lee) and just all things of that nature. Basically if you get a cut, let it bleed.
• Be respectful. We all come from different places. Be it in IC or OOC be understanding that what might not offend you, come in fact be offensive to another.
• Please try to write at least a paragraph for each response. It helps your current partner, as well as the story, get more into detail. (Some tips: Think about where you are, what’s happening. Is the wind blowing? What’s that smell? What’s the expression on your partners face? )
EDIT:
A new rule has been established. Please quote the person for first encounters, or if you're speaking to someone new. Quoting isn't necessary if you are still talking with the same person(s) as before. But do delete the content of the quoting to keep it tidy.
Quote responsibly~
4 characters per person
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:04 pm
Profile template:
Appearance: (Descriptions or images are acceptable)
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Sex: (as in the gender you were born with)((Optional))
Gender: (as in the gender you identify with)
Sexuality: (Be free it’s New York!~)
Theme song:
Personality traits:
Bio: (long or short. Tell us everything, or just hints. Be as sneaky as you want~)
Username:
Please send profiles to this account with the tag PPP so we can keep it orderly~
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:06 pm
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 5:55 pm
awaiting more profiles
Reserved
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:15 am
Reserved
Awaiting a few more profiles, but I plan on opening the thread on the 31st, but I will be still accepting profiles at any time in the roleplay.
This will be the last lil comment until then.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 12:03 pm
We are now open!! Go ahead and sssstart your intros!! Nnnnnnyyyoooommm
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 2:36 pm
(Guess I'll be first?)
Agnes Nes Daecher sits quietly on the front steps of the town house she lives in, idly petting the orange tabby curled up on her lap. "Vat should I do vor our next meal, Spice?" She murmurs softly to the cat, obviously not expecting an answer, "You'd vould vant vish if you could talk... Vat do vee even have?" She stands, pausing with her arm close to the ground to let the cat climb up into her shoulder. She yawns and heads inside to check the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 2:47 pm
Stepping out of his small apartment building, dressed in faded blue coveralls, Aaron Cornealis Straight was off to another day of work. He was headed for the subway. There was a tired look in his eyes as he glanced around in a paranoid fashion. He was silently assessing possible threats. This was something that he did it automatically, but it was just a normal day with no danger.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:06 pm
Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-
The gnarled hands of a sleepy boxer press down on an alarm clock as Maurice wakes up in his apartment, bleary-eyed and reeling from his strange recurring dream. Man he doesn't even play Sonic games, why does he always dream that he's Sonic? Guess that's dream logic for you. He sleepily goes about his morning routine: brushing, shaving in a vain attempt at not being hairy (though it always grows back by two anyway), blending together some protein shake abomination that somehow passes as "breakfast," and feeding his little half-breed dog.
"Guard the fort, Muttski," he says while patting the little dog's head as it eats before he squeezes his way through his little apartment, made smaller by the sheer amount of sports equipment crammed inside, searching for his MP3 player. Once found he grabs his hoodie and makes his way outside, off for his morning jog.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:25 pm
‘cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind And Ill find strength in pain Waking to the sound of annoyed meowing, a mane coon cat impatiently stands before his owners, becoming the daily alarm she had not ordered. She tries to ignore him, placing a pillow over her bushel of red hair she so inherited from her homeland. “Todd…”she sighs, giving him a bit of a shove with her elbow. He doesn’t seem deterred by this, and continues his meowing, now settling himself on her back, paws kneading her shoulder blades.
Now she giggled, “No fair.” She peeks between pillows, bright green eyes shining from the light of her half opened window. The cat didn’t seem to mind this attack on his morality and kept on with his morning alarm.
“Alright, alright…” she sighed in a soft Irish accent, lifting herself up on her elbow, careful not to spill the cat over and onto the bed. He leapt from her back and began to run to the kitchen, still meowing. The woman sat up a moment, slipping out of bed and walking over and into the kitchen. She grabbed a can and popped it open, tossing the lid to the side and plopping the food onto a dish, placing it on the ground.
Todd looked up at her with a most displeased look “Shh, I’m late as is…” she said, looking at the clock on the wall.
After a shower, She was out the door and running, tea in hand as she quickly watched the buildings door close behind her. She wore a maxi skirt of flowers and a mid-drift lace top of pinks and whites. She took off running to her shop, bouncy red curls like a mop of forever bedhead.
Mistee was always running late for something. Opening her shop was no exception.
I’ll know my name as it’s called again So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:38 pm
Something's Happening
Mind Is Dripping, Agony Inside Of Me.
My Pulse Is Racing
Mental Torture, Self Destroyer.
Can't Ignore the Paranoia. Denying.
The rising
The night before had not been a kind one to Levi Ann Athens. Though, perhaps drinking until 2 was not the most ideal way to spend your time. She had crashed on the couch around 2:30am. She opened an eye to look at the time, only to howl in irritated pain at the sudden brightness of the day. She rolled over, burying her face into a cushion and curling her body, “******** you sunshine!” she hissed, then groaned, covering her ears from her own voice.
She lay there a moment longer, smacking her lips together, disgusted by her own morning breath. Carefully, veeeery carefully, she rolled over, eyes covered with her hands, then sat up.
Bad move.
She bolted to the bathroom and puked everything but the kitchen sink. She had barely enough time to slam the door behind her, “Goddammit!” she hissed, clinging to the toilet bowl like a loving mother. She put her forehead to the side, whispering, “Thank you for always being cool on the side…”she grumbled.
After a moment of self loathing, she stood, flushed, brushed her teeth and gargled mouth wash for extra measure, then kicked the knob of her tube, letting the hot water pour out of the shower head. She striped, her skin scattered with self inflected madness, then stood in the shower.
She could faintly hear the sound of the door opening while her head was under burning water. She smiled, “Nes make eggs and bacon!!” she shouted, not caring if it were night or day at this point.
The crying.
I'm dying. They lied to me
They shot at me
They hate on me
They're dead to me
And now they're all my enemy
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:58 pm
Nes sighs when she hears Levi shouting from the bathroom, gently putting Spice down on the couch. Walking to the kitchen she yells back, "How much did you drink last night?" She gets a glass of water and some painkiller ready for when Levi gets out, fairly certain the woman had a hangover. She sets them on the small table next to the bathroom door before heading back to the kitchen and preparing breakfast for her often cranky guardian. She sings softly to herself in German as she cracks the eggs, mixing a bit of milk and salt in as she scrambles them, the bacon already cooking on a pan.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 4:20 pm
Something's Happening
Mind Is Dripping, Agony Inside Of Me.
My Pulse Is Racing
Mental Torture, Self Destroyer.
Can't Ignore the Paranoia. Denying.
The rising Stepping out of the shower, her raven hair damp, “I drank enough to, none of your damn business.” She was still feeling the thundering pain in her skull rattle about, so her mood was not at it’s best. Not that that was really any different from a normal day. Her mood was that of a grumpy old man who would be damned if any kids stepped on his lawn!
She ran out her hair, not bothering to dry it properly, giving her a wild sort of look all the time. She walked out of the bathroom, chest bare, walking into the kitchen with a slight limp. She took the cup of water without thanks and popped the pills into her mouth. She sat at the table, crossing a leg over the other, placing her head over on the table, “Coffee would be nice.” A subtle hint.
The crying.
I'm dying. They lied to me
They shot at me
They hate on me
They're dead to me
And now they're all my enemy
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