Bird

Something about wanting a partner. Really, this title stuff is difficult. [MxM]

dude I have no plot but



And I am pretty much up for anything, so shoot me a PM if you have any ideas.

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Sounds good.

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I may be adding a rule that states
"Keep posts under 2,000 Characters."
I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want people getting scared off due to the post size in something described as low/mid casual. I also don't think posting a page worth of reading at once is very appropriate for the aforementioned casuality.

What do you guys think?

@hagroden

Seems reasonable.

My two cents, though; it might be better if you do a word count instead of a character count. A word count is more flexible, because it still allows the RPer to format their post how they like without losing content.

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That's what it seems, @Rook

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@hagroden, are we gonna do any kind of post order? Or have a limit to how many posts a day we can make and such?

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Same shit, different day.

Hands in his pockets, back against the wall. The same ally, right on the corner of Bad News and Asking For Trouble. That's where he always waited, where no one who knew what was going on wanted to hang out. It wasn't that bad, really, once you got used to it. He grew up in those streets, it was what he had always known. He looked just like any of the other high school drop-outs; shady, suspicious, brooding. One of those brats who ended up there when they had no place else to go. The place where people went after life had screwed them over, sent by wives or husbands or mothers or fathers who left them to rot. The place where people went to purchase that powdered bliss that seemed to be in such high demand.

Though he looked the part, the boy didn't belong there. He was kind, and smart. There were plenty of better places he could be. But the money had to come from somewhere, and this was the only way he could find it. His father, who used to do the job, was gone. Disappeared the same time those creatures crashed into their world five years ago. But he left a family behind, one that still needed support.

So, here he was, in that godforsaken ally once more. Waiting for someone to show up who would either pay him, or shoot him.

Mercury's steely blue eyes flicked back and forth, until they settled on a shadowy figure approaching. The cloaked figure stalked towards him, his heavy boots clicking against the bricks and echoing off the ally walls. Mercury remained motionless, keeping his eyes fixed on the figure, but still being alert to his surroundings. In this sort of setting, as he had learned, one could never be too cautious. The figure stopped about ten feet in front of him. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, but simply regarded each other suspiciously.

Mercury broke the silence. “I'm assuming you're not just here for my charming personality and dashing good looks.” His voice was flat, unwavering; a practiced act of confidence.

“You are correct, boy. Do you have what I need?” The figure spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

Mercury shrugged. “Depends.”

The figure reached into his pocket and pulled out a lump of cash. A smirk played across Mercury's face, “Now we're talking.”

He rocked forward, separating from the ally wall in a nonchalant manner. He removed his hands from his pockets, presenting a tiny ziplock bag filled with a white powder. He walked forward, closing the distance between him and the figure. He held out his empty hand toward the man, the other holding the baggy of goods close to his body. The figured stayed silent, but slowly held the cash out to the boy. Once it was within reach, Mercury quickly snatched it, then tossed the figure the bag. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

The figure said nothing. The bag disappeared into his cloak, then he turned and made his way back into the ally. The shadows swallowed him once more, and then he was gone. Mercury quickly stuck the wad of cash into his backpack, then made in the opposite direction. He exited the ally out onto the street, where he was able to easily blend back into the commotion of the city.

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Sweet~ I will have a post up in a few hours.

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Bump~

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Name
Mercury Nalgene

Age
17

Appearance


Species
Human

Faction
American Citizen

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Bisexual

RP Sample

Hider

He almost missed the sound of heavy footsteps sloshing through the mud. His own heartbeat pounded so loudly in his ears it seemed to dull all outside noises. He was 'stuck between a rock and a hard place', as his mother would say.

Well, more like stuck between a swamp and the underside of an alien spaceship, but hey, no need to get technical.

Mercury struggled to calm himself, convinced every living creature within a mile could hear his sharp, shaky breaths. The footsteps grew closer, until he was able to see their owner's legs through the darkness. Every fiber of his being was begging him to run, but he couldn't. The best he could do was very slowly inch backwards, away from the searching flashlight beams. From what he could see, the thing hunting him appeared to be a man; mud-caked boots that rose nearly to the knee, and dark military style cargo pants. Mercury continued to scoot backwards, using his elbows for leverage. His hiding spot was tight and even with his body pressed firmly into the mud, his back and shoulders brushed against the metal husk of the ship above him.

He had to be very careful. If he moved to fast, the sound of slurping mud would surely give him away. The man was just passing in front of him now, less then four feet away. Mercury held his breath, freezing in place. The man continued walking, flashlight sweeping back and forth. When he was a little further away, Mercury continued his retreat. He felt his shirt snag on something, but realized it too late. He heard an painfully loud ripping sound and gasped in surprise as a piece of metal raked across his lower back. Less then a second later, he was blinded by the harsh beam of a searchlight.

“I'll teach you to meddle in grown-up affairs, kid.”