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[Yuki.]

Username: Snow911
Favorite type of RP: Fantasy or realistic human, but no huge romance role plays.
Sample of writing: He watched in silence as Shawn handled Grace. He was gentle, and cared for her body as if it was his own. Maybe this guy really did love her? Love. The word sting on his tongue as he spit it out. It was a pointless emotion for people who can't find something to do with their lives. Spending a large amount of money and time on someone just so they can leave you. Even if, it made him in awe as he watched the two. The way Shawn would toy with her white hair. Jake shook his head, not wanting to think about it anymore.
As Shawn took off walking, Jake slowly followed. He made sure he was able to see them, but didn't want to stay too close. He thought it might just be best if he left him to himself. It would be hard, to have your.. 'girlfriend' be on the verge of her life. Elizabeth healed her, indeed she was a lot better, but it couldn't stop all of the pain. It could take weeks to fully get over the pain, or even wake up.
The buzz of the light drew his attention. He growled under his breath, not even alone could he get science. This place annoyed every bit of him, sending a headache pounding on his skull. He clenched his hair, hoping it would reduce the pain. Jake continued to walk behind Shawn and Grace, careful not to get to close. Jake wished that Grace would be OK, but another small part just wanted to take off running. That's how he would always do it. Once a girl is released from the surgery room, the left them wandering the halls for themselves. Jake was always there to bring them back to their room, and would take off before they wake up. It was cowardly, but he couldn't dare let them see him. He was afraid of a relationship, or anything such. when he was young, and not in this prison, he had many friends. Eventually, all had gained girlfriends and disappeared from society. They all left Jake alone, only caring for their new relationship. Jake too had a girlfriend once. She was beautiful, and perfect. It was all the reasons why he had to leave. A guy like him, filled with many imperfections, didn't deserve a girl like that. It was wrong.
Jake looked down at his feet, studying the ripped sneakers that bared over them. A smile came across his lips as his big toe stuck out from a hole. Looking up, he dropped his smile. They were at Grace's room already. Jake stood at the door, letting Shawn alone. He would help, but it seemed as if the boy was alright. Jake sighed, closing his eyes for rest as he leaned against the wall. Hearing talking, he opened his eyes quickly, only to find a young boy upon him. He was a bit odd looking, wearing clothes that weren't worn often. The kid even had a sword on his waist.
Jake just watched with curiosity. Why would such a young kid have a sword. Where would he even get one. The kid handed Shawn the potion, directing him to use it. Many things filled Jake's minds. Where is he getting these things? Why is he trying to save this girl. Maybe he wasn't, maybe it was a trap to kill her. Jake looked directly at Shawn, curiosity filling him.
"Now, why should we believe you? Where did you get this anyways?"
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: My wonderful and brand new angel roleplay <3 Better hurry, i'm only accepting a few people.




Couldn't find my old one so I re-wrote it. OuO

I am in the mood of a realistic semi-literate slave role play, and I have lots of muse. Maybe it would involve teenagers living their lives in a abandoned town, finding some strange species of abnormal humans. Doing what humans do best, they captured the species and studied them, finding weaknesses and strengths. They realeased the species back into the society of this small town in the middle of nowhere. Being rejected, most where captured and sent to what they call the pound. Humans have now been buying them, and keeping them for personal uses as pets.
The species would be half human-half animal maybe? Does that sound good? Is anyone interested?
~Snow

[dandelion love]

Form:

Username: ChelsieLea
Favorite type of RP: - High Semi-Literate through Low Literate. I would to reach full Literate.
- I like role plays that have twist, but it must have romance in it.
Sample of writing: [x] - [x] - [I can get more if needed]
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
- Sɴᴏᴡ Bʟɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴅ || Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ || Nᴏᴛ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ
- cιту σƒ яυηαωαуѕ(cℓσѕє∂)
- ⊱ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉᵍᵘᶰ || ᵒᵖᵉᶰ˒ ʰᶤᵍʰ ˢᵉᵐᶤ ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ⁻ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃʳᵉ
- [Ɯнαт нαʌɛ Ɩ ∂σиɛ тσ ∂ɛƨɛяʌɛ тнιƨ?] [яσмαиcɛ Яρɢ] (Closed)
- Lots of PM Semi-Literate Role Plays

[light.]

Form:

Username:
DangerKilljoy
Favorite type of RP:
powers and schools, and some realistic romance
Sample of writing:

sample: normal post [older]

[ d a e n e r y s | a l i c e | t h e r n o s t ] { p r i d e }


Dance, ball...it was only a pretty word for a party, a wild night full of new experiences. New guys, new drinks, new opportunities to find love, or to forget an old crush with a liquor shot. No politics, no busniess, just the smell of money spreading all over the dance room, where the weathiest teenagers of the city met every year. She hoped to end the night drowned in popularity, as always. She was Daenerys Thernost, she had to get what she wanted in the way she wanted. It was how she lived, from boy to boy, never ending parties, long nights that ended usually with the sweet taste of victory. She should have been named Victory instead of Daenerys. She allowed her "friends" to call her Dana, and her brothers to call her Dani, but she knew she had more nicknames, usually made in the minds of all the girls Daenerys had stolen a boyfriend, a crush or a one-night boy. And girls thought their names harmed her...fools. Her pride was only wounded when she didn't win...because the word lost wasn't in Dana's mind. Never.

Her mask started to hurt, really badly, and she was quite tired of that dance. When she was about to leave her house in her white limousine, she had the feeling something special what about to happen, something magical that would change her life. She trusted her intuition. It had never failed her, it was her best weapon, besides her body, that was also very helpful with drunken rich boys. Someone pushed her into the crowd, between the other posh girls and the wealthy boys, desesperate trying to get a couple to dance with. She grinned flirty and managed to get out of the crowd, but suddenly the lights went off. Daenerys stood very still, in a corner of the room. She felt the sides of her mask adhering to her skin, getting deeper on it, like a cold knife. Dana wanted to scream, to cry for help, but her pride wouldn't allow her to do that. Not that night. That was her night.

The cold turned into heat, and the skin below her mask began to burn, not the soft pleasurable and pleasant warmth of a fire place in winter. Not that kind of cold. She hadn't felt anything like this before, so she had to imagine what it felt like...She started to remember gory movie scenes, and shook her head to make those horrible thoughts go away. She leaned on the wall, and the heat spreaded through her body, like a shiver, and she started to shake. Something ached in her black, and needles jabbed her back. She gasped and closed her eyes, wanting to cry in desesperation. What was happening to her body? She remembered something of an old legend, but it didn't say nothing about pain. She clenched her hands into fists, her perfect smoothed nails against her skin. But the skin was fragile, and felt the same pain as in her back. The feeling of flesh and blood. But now there wasn't any blood or flesh in her back. It had been replaced by a cold soft feathery thing. But her hands still clenched in pain. She felt someone pushing her again. Daenerys felt the desire to turn to whoever who had pushed her and yell. But instead, it had pushed her back into the reality. She blinked to wipe away the tears and hid her hands in her back while she turned with a bright fake smile. "Scared? Oh, by the way, Daenerys Thernost, nice to meet you" she said, and stretched out her less wounded hand, empty for the girl to shake.

sample: normal post [present]

That couldn’t be her face, but it wasn’t a mirror either. There were no mirrors around the room, only a girl talking with a two other boys. And then the other girl, who seemed no older than her, looking at her from her side of the living room, far away, but their eyes was locked on each other. Hers were on her deep blue eyes, dark as the ocean in the middle of a storm, but at the same time calm. The girl’s eyes were darker than hers, surrounded by a darker circle, just when the iris ends. Alessandra’s eyes were greener, with grey shades, but they weren’t that… blue. The girl’s eyes were incredibly blue, pure blue.

Around her face were scattered many freckles, mostly around her nose and her forehead, big but not enough to be a problem. Her hair was also blonde, but the girl’s hair was lighter than hers, without many darker strands. It was way lighter that hers and it seemed longer. But Alessandra wasn’t going to cross the room without introducing herself to get one hair out of the girls head and getting one from hers just to compare their length and color. What would be ruder, getting the hair from the girls head or walk through the room without even noticing the other girl and the boys and without introducing herself?

Because there were more people in the living room. People she didn’t know, but she would have to know them, or at least the basic courtesy: shaking hands, “how are you”, “hello”, etc. Things she had been taught from the cradle, a must in her life, in every social event. Because what you are is not only inside, it’s also outside, and sometimes what’s outside is far more important for some people. So Alessandra decided not to ignore the other people around her and instead, she focused on each one of them, the other girl and the two boys at the living room, introducing themselves like old friends. It was strange not having someone to hold on to, someone who introduces you.

There were two other boys in the room, one of them blonde and the other one… Alessandra couldn’t look at him, something inside her told her not to look at him and walk in the opposite direction. But Alessandra wasn’t going to get manipulated by an unknown reason, or a strange desire of her mind. The only one with control over her was herself, and anyone more. So Alessandra lifted her chin and looked at the other boy, with black long hair pulled back. The water elemental. As a flame can feel the water around, Alessandra could feel the force of the water elemental, and the urgent desire of getting away became stronger and stronger, but Alessandra managed to move a step closer, a signal to her body about who was in control there. No one but herself.

As she heard the name, Alessandra’s eyes moved from the water elemental [which name was still unknown to her] to the girl who claimed to be Miriam Devenue. Miriam Savanah Devenue. Her new roommate. The element in that girl was obvious, so Alessandra didn’t need her intuition or her goddess inner feelings. That girl was the goddess of war, and she was sure she was right. Her face inspired fury and rage inside her, and much people could think that girl could have bad effects on them, but rage and fury are very powerful feelings if you learn to control them. Alessandra had always hoped to share a room in college with a cheerleader or a plastic, but this was better. She was going to share room with another goddess.

Another boy came in, opening the door but not expecting other person at the entrance. Alessandra wondered if the boy was surprised by her or finding someone at the door leaving her bags scattered around the ground. Then Alessandra remembered her bags, which she pulled near her legs and in front of her with her boot. Lifting her gaze from the bags Alessandra looked at the boy with an apologizing smile. All the people around her [except the blonde girl with blue eyes she first saw when she came in the room] seemed older than her, one or two years older.

Again, the door opened behind her and the other boy she was smiling to and another boy came inside the house, but this time his hair was brown. Everyone there was introducing themselves, so Alessandra decided to do the same. “I’m Alessandra, but just call me Alex, nice to meet you” she said smiling at the two boys behind her, and then turning to the rest of the room. They were only seven, they were missing one.

I usually write this
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
Right now? [[ ωнαт тακes тo suяvιve ]] [a hunger games r.p.] and ɴeveʀ ʟeт ɢｏ [a gods r.p.].[/size]

[TrebleMaker]

Form:

Username:
:BlackRain:

Favorite type of RP:
Fantasy Human

Sample of writing:
-From a 1x1 Rp-

: Bridget : Eva : Cordula :
| 18 | ♀ |
"Though I Strive For Difference I'll Always Be Just One Thing; Me."

Humming along to the song, her eyes followed the road infront of her like her life depended on it. The darkness was starting to scare her again. By the end of the song she had gotten chills running up and down her spine. When a figure darted across the road, Bridget screamed, blared her horn, and stomped on the brake all in one move. Her pulse had quickened, thinking she might have hit the poor creature, when she realized it was a girl. A lone girl out at night. Reaching across to the dash, she slipped her hand into the compartment by the passenger seat and produced a Springfield Pistol. There was no way her mumma would let her go wondering around in her own car without a gun of some sort. The springfield was what Bridge preferred, so thats what she had bought. Keeping it close to her side, the blond hurriedly rolled down her window and stuck her head out, all the while wondering why on earth a teenager would be out at night. Her mind could only come up with some rather- we'll just leave it boy related things. Her own cheeks heated again at the thought of why a lone girl would be out at night.
"Hey! You alright?" Bridge, her messy blond hair hanging out of the car's window as she sat there, thought about how stupid this way. With one last long look at her beloved gun that she hated to even hold, she tossed it onto the passanger seat as she clambered from the old mustang. As a last thought, she lunged back into the car and snatched her keys from inside. Glancing to make sure everything looked alright inside, Bridge slammed the door shut and turned back to the girl. Why indeed was she out here so late at night? Maybe the poor thing was just simply out for the same reasons she was, going to see a beloved family member who was a real pain in the arse. Even as she thought about it, the blond had to smile a little at her own personal family problems. So it wasn't funny her dad died, but it was even funnier that she referred to her own mother as a pain. Deciding it was best to devert her thoughts back to the problem at hand, Bridge called out again to the girl, not even sure if she was there now sence her headlights had switched off automatically. "You need any help? I've got tones of stuff in here if you need anything. . ." Shifting her feet, she quickly glanced over herself to make sure she wasn't wearing anything that looked threatening or like she was snobbish. Just a rather plain looking black shirt with ruffles along the sleeves and ellastic around the hem. Her pants didn't look threatening, they were just denim flare's, nothing too fancy there. She stared at her shoes for a minute, wondering if the girl would even care about her ugly sneakers. They were white with lime green stripes and ellectric blue laces. The white was even worn to a creamy brown color with mud and dirt stuck to the shoe fabric. She loved those shoes though, nothing could make her part with them.
Snapping her attention back to whoever had run across her path, Bridge tried to see if anyone was even still out there. Her eyes weren't exactly the best during the night when dark was all around. She could hardly even see her hand resting on the car hood. Maybe it had been her imagination. It seemed like the best possibility at this point.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
ஐThe Experiementsஐ A role-play about kids who undergo experimenting so they now have powers. It's been up for a while and currently there are only five players that have joined. The characters are really just starting at the plot though, so now would be the time to join before we really start things off. ;3 Don't get frightened off by the pages though. xD

[tide.]

just posting my form again, since it seems that my old user is still the same on the list c;

Username:
tide., though i frequently switch to tick.tock. and back again.

Favorite type of RP:
fantasy / sci-fi

Sample of writing:


finding c:



Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
when I'm tide., the links are in the "my roleplays" link in my signature. c:

[average]

I'm number 95 on the list, listed as freakishlyesterday!. Here's my form again, redone. C:

Form~
Username:
; piccadilly / ; freakishlyesterday (#95)
Favorite type of RP:
adventure, powers, human, & romance.
Sample of writing:
(here's a random into paragraph~)

Eyes blurry, Faust tried blinking, but only found darkness - a blindfold. "What are you doing? Let me go!" She exclaimed, eyes brimming with fury and on the verge of tears. Who were these people and what did they want from her? But the two men ignored you pleas and demands, and continued forward, as they had been doing for the past three hours. Except for those hours she was in a car. She tried yanking her arms out from their grip, but only succeeded in popping her shoulder. She winced refusing to cry. She would not cry. So far only a single tear had escaped from her determined order. She felt a pinch on her shoulder, and promptly passed out.

Before they got here, they had turned the car onto a dirt road, and drove on that for what seemed like a day, but was only around an hour, but of course, Faust was too drugged to know this. If she had been awake, she might have desperately wished that she had time to write down the license plate number somewhere for someone to find, and would have wondered, with a wimper what they were going to do with her mother, and would have realized very early on in this trip that these tinted windows were not for others to not be able see inside, but for her not to be able to see out. But, she was not conscious, so none of these thoughts occurred to her, but simply, blackness.

The men both got out of the car, and one of them opened the door of the trunk to get her out. It was a van, so it wasn't like she was suffocating. Still, it had one of those limo type of things, to block out her view of the two men in the front of the car, which didn't make sense because they already put a blindfold on her, and her hearing, and she was drugged. but it didn't hurt to have precautions, I suppose.

They took her by each arm and led her on a smooth path, and they paused for a moment, which is what Faust assumed was to open a door or something, though she couldn't actually hear the screech of the door. She was slightly aware of her surrounding now, able to stumble along. From what she could figure out, whatever these men were part of, whether it was the Mafia or whatever, they definitely were a high-class bunch. They're steps echoed through a hallway, and after awhile, they took off her blindfold. Faust wanted to rub her eyes, but wasn't able to, as both hands were firmly gripped. She studied the two men, who stared straight ahead. They were both extremely toned, one larger than the other. Both had similar facial structures - sharp jaw, brown eyes and hair, small nose with a bump on the bridge of their noses. Perhaps she was seeing one man with double vision though, she couldn't tell. She felt yet another pinch on her shoulder and swayed to the ground.

Faust let out a small moan, and wearily blinked her eyes open. This was getting old. She looked around her, and found herself to be in a cell. It had a toilet in the corner, and it was just, empty. There was nothing to it, just bareness - bare walls, bare floor, bare everything. She sighed, suddenly exhausted, and closed her eyes, slouched on the floor.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
n/a.

[mint.]

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Username:

I'm mint. So that is what I want to to refer to me as. Thanks. No further comments.

Favorite type of RP: I am particularly fond of Human Roleplays, but joins the occasional warrior cats or book/movie/show-based roleplay. I currently like the Hunger Game roleplays out there but my favorites change often. I typically am willing to join any roleplay.

Sample of writing: Pretty rusty and old, but are good examples. I might write more though

Subject: я σ ℓ ℓ є я • c σ α ѕ т є я // semi-literate // closed

Meghan
"And when you gave me roses,
I left them in the dark"
{ Meghan | singlette | seventeen }

→→Rising from her position on the uncomfortable park bench, Meghan sighed as she stood up, gazing around at the people. They were all determined- to get the day over with: unlike her. The brunette twisted a stray stand of hair as she arrived at a cafe. Looking inside as she entered, she spotted Bella, and most of her other friends. Deciding to join them, she strolled over, and waved a greeting.
Morning. May I? She smiled to them then motioned to an empty seat. Glancing at her watch she noted it was early, and what in the world were they doing all here? Meghan pushed that though away as a playful smile appeared. Settining on an empty chair she looked out the window, clueless of why she was here.

wip

Average post {with a highish muse}-

Subject: я σ ℓ ℓ є я • c σ α ѕ т є я // semi-literate // closed

Meghan
"And when you gave me roses,
I left them in the dark"
{ Female | Singlette | Seventeen }

→→ As Nemo spoke, Meghan nodded, feeling lucky for him. He was a night person, someone whom can stay up all night. As for her, it's vice versa. Meg usually keeps a routine of her day, and tends to keep it. Most people, particularly guys, seemed to dislike Nemo. To her, Nemo seemed like a nice guy, despite the flirting.

Pushing a lock of hair away from her eyes. Glancing at all her friends, she though carefully about the road trip. It seemed like a good idea. Canada seemed like good place, or so she's heard. All those empty plots of land, filled with trees and wildlife. To her, Canada was new territory. She hadn't been up there for a few years, and most of it must have changed.

Meghan never had much of a thing for nature, and mother nature never went her way. Take for example, third-grade, national park trip. Meghan got lost from the group, then, it began to rain and she had no umbrella. How is it possible for a shower when there was not a cloud in the sky? Miracle, they said. When they found her, she was drenched soak, and caught a cold. Meghan learnt a lesson that day- trust nothing but yourself, friends and teachers, just not nature and the weather forcasts.

That sounds like a great idea. She added when they spoke about the road trip, then glanced jealously at the blue icee in Elwood's hand. It was so hard to resist the force. She felt the need to get a drink too, preferably hot. It was pretty early for her, and warm drink always help her grumpiness.

{. at; coffee shop - {. mood; okay - {. crush; unsure - {. crushed by; sadly, nobody

An intro post {slightly older}-

Subject: << ρ.ѕ. ι ℓσνє уσυ. ♥ >>

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Sitting cross-legged on her bed, her hair in a lose braid curled around her neck, Kensi began to read one of her all-time favorites. Pushing aside the strands of chocolate brown hair that had fell into her face, she continued to read, her eyes skimming each line. The lonely girl sat inside her new room, getting used to the color of the walls and her new bed.

It was a pleasant day, the sun in the sky, and only a few clouds accompanied it. In the brightly lit room, the purple walls reflected off a pink hue, adding a touch of color. Unlike her old room, which was a plain cream. Kensi enjoyed being her so far, and hoped to meet a few new people. Perhaps even find herself a partner.

It was a great book, the one she was reading, each page more thrilling than before. Trying to ignore the browning pages and endless dog-ears, she finally finished the chapter in peace and quiet. Being a book-lover, she never got bored of a book. Trying to count how many times she's read this book, Kensi finally gave up when she got to five.

Settling the leather-covered book onto her nightstand, she ran her fingers across the cover. Reading the bold, golden letters to herself, she smiled. Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, it said. A well-written novel. Capturing, engulfing- brilliant.

Standing up, she walked slowly to her full-length mirror, looking at is reflection. Turning to face her closet, she decided she might go for a dip in the pool outside of the hotel. Running her fingers along racks, she finally pulled something out that she was pleased with. Pressing it against her body, she turned to the mirror. She nodded approvingly. Heading to the bathroom, she changed into the swimsuit, then pulled on a yellow spaghetti-strapped top and bleached white denim shorts. Pulling her hair out of the braid, she let her hair fall and frame her face. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she wrapped her towel around her body, then slipped on her sunglasses.

As she headed downstairs, she wandered into the kitchen. Taking an apple, she washed it and bit into its flesh. Chewing slowly, she observed her surroundingss. It seemed quiet. Then, she spotted a man. He seemed new as well. Perhaps she'd invite him along to the pool. She could use some company.

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{ happy- { мood 。 pool- { place 。 n/a- { crυѕн }

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Outfit:: Kensi is wearing a light yellow tank top, with thin spaghetti straps. Under, she is wearing a striped blue and white bikini. Her shorts are bleached white denim ones, with a thin braided leather belt to finish off. Simple, casual and easy outfit, topped off with a pair of silver dangling earrings and a silver locket. She has sunglasses with lenses that have a light pink hue, and fancy silver frames.
Visual- None.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None, as of now.

[wolverine♥]

*rolls around in new thread*

xD Did anyone go through with the realistic non-warriors cat RP? I liked the idea, it seems like it'll be a lot of fun. c:

[my Lalia]

Form:
Username:
my Lalia
Favorite type of RP:
fantasy, realistic.
Sample of writing:

Jake pulled into the drive way of the grand looking hotel, he had no idea how long he was going to stay here for since he was doing this on a whim. He looked over to the passangers seat to see Stoke staring at him, "What? I just want to start fresh." He said to his cat as he reached over and scartched the felines head, he then took a deep breath before finally taking the keys out of the ignition. He grabbed Stoke and placed him in his back pack. Jake didn't have a whole lot of things which meant he had little to bring, as he got out of his truck he grabbed his two bags and his back pack. Stoke gave a small growl as the bag moved, "Sorry Stoke." Jake said as he walked into the hotel.
Jake walked up to the counter and smiled at the lady behind it, "Room for Jake Soul." He said and watched as the woman smiled and nodded before looking at the computer that was infront of her, she nodded again before giving Jake his room key. Jake couldn't help but notice that she wasn't the happiest of people and she didn't even say hello or even have a nice stay when he he said thank you and left.
Jake went to the 8th floor and looked for his room number, "eight-six-nine." He said lowly as he looked for the room, once he found it and was in the room he smiled brightly. This was going to be his new home for a while, just then Stoke meowed as if saying it was going to be his home too or that he was mad that Jake hadn't yet taken him out of his back pack yet. Jake went over to his new bed and opened his back pack and watched as Stoke popped his head out and look up at him. "Go on we're home now." He said as he walked away from the bed while taking his swimming trunks out from one of his bags. He put them on and went to the door, "Don't wait up for me Stoke." He yelled knowing that Stoke would be exploring his knew home for a while.
Once Jake was downstairs again he debated weather or not he wanted to go to beach or the indoor pool, he chose the latter one since he wasn't in the mood to be baked by the sun. When he walked into the pool room he saw only one other person in there, he looked at her for a brief moment before placing his towle on a chair and going into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing, and something he needed for a long time.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
A Prized Bride (closed)

[careless reality]

Wren.


I like most realistic roleplays, occasionally I'll find a fantasy that I find attractive - an angel roleplay or something of that sort.

Cold as ice
And more bitter than a december
Winter night
That's how I treated you
And I know that I
I sometimes tend to lose my temper
And I cross the line
Yeah that's the truth


Dreaming,

He had finally managed to settle into a peaceful sleep and allow hs mind to wander into the fantasy world of dreams which he longed to visit everything. But the majority of the time he did not have the fortune of an amusing dream of which he would bring up at the dinner table. Seeming utterly insane and equally impossible. Like growing wings and flying to a make believe country made of snow as he had done in one of his previous dreams - the only one that actually stuck with him for some reason though most he forgot within the first few minutes of being awake.

He had just peeked into the beginning of what seemed to be a good dream - seeing as there was an absence of blood, guts, and other gore-y things that his dreams liked to conjure up to frighten the nineteen year old - when a sudden ear piercing sound erupted into his mind slicing through his dreams like scissors through a piece of thin paper.

Before his murky mind was even pried from the chains of fantasy realm Aspen was up, freshly torn from the warmth of his dreams and thrown into the cold world that he lived in. He bolted up from his bed, throwing the thick comforter the young man had managed to remember to bring along with his stuff. A very startled Switzerland lunged from the foot of the bed and scampered from the chilly room in the living room where the voices came from.

Dressed in nothing but the basketball shorts Aspen followed after the long haired shetland sheepdog Into the living room which was no warmer than the room he shared with Jeremy, who Aspen found already investigating and interrogating the sources of the screams. The boy looked around cluelessly, searching to the source of the girl's distress. He found nothing, there was no burglar - as if there would be a fool who would trek up the freaking mountain with the thought of stealing from some tourists who had just graduated from hgh school.

The was a doubt in Aspen's mind that was the reason everyone was so upset. His color eyes continued their assault on the open room looking for anything wrong or perhaps out of place. The only thing he found was the absence of a good light source, was a lamp stolen or a light bulb.

He didn't bother asking for questions were already being launched around the room only confusing the boy further : " Did you guys plan this or something? " Came from Samatha as she came out stretching while rocking so flannel owl pajama pants - which he could only chuckle at but only before he noticed the spongebob pajamas that adorned Kylee's slender form. He smirked and held in the laughter that begged to be freed from his chapped lips as he waited for someone in the room to answer these questions.

None that I have made c: