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@Twhirtley I wasn't going to say anything at first, because I thought it was a mistake. But it must be part of the mystery! :)
Also, I wanted to say that I share Gerald's issue with repulsion, so could I request that nothing explicit happens to my characters? They can be flirted with, but nothing over PG-13 in the adult content area, please! Thanks! I have no issues with violence or gore, though.
Also, I wanted to say that I share Gerald's issue with repulsion, so could I request that nothing explicit happens to my characters? They can be flirted with, but nothing over PG-13 in the adult content area, please! Thanks! I have no issues with violence or gore, though.
Chester had a bad feeling about these women as soon as they walked over to him, but the moment the blonde took hold of his hand with the death-grip of a starved anaconda, his fears were confirmed. It seemed the woman shared more than just her grip and predatory nature with that deadly snake. Ches was a fairly fit man and was larger than both the women, but the blonde's strength, coupled with his own shock and bewilderment, made him a hapless victim as she dragged him across the ballroom. His eyes fixated on the ferocious tigers that adorned her clawed fingers, and he felt as if they had leapt from her skin and assisted her grip on his hand. Her tight grip was beginning to hurt now.
Without really focusing on what he was doing, he heard the words "I'm Chester..." tumble from his lips. He instantly regretted telling her his name. What was he even doing?
There was a moment of relief when the woman took her attention off of Chester to search along the wall for something, but her grip still remained strong. Chester took this opportunity to shoot a glance back toward Gerald. While the man wasn't being abducted as he was, Gerald wore the deer-in-headlights expression of a man so utterly overwhelmed by the sudden happenings that he could barely process what was going on. Of course, Chester thought, No help from him... He shot a glance at the nearby bartender, who simply replied with a wink. No, I am not enjoying this! Help me! he wanted to scream, but fear claimed the words before he spoke them.
He felt himself pushed hard against the wall, then the wooden paneling that was being driven into his spine seemed to disappear and he was pulled backward into a dark passage. As the blackness fell over his vision when the secret door shut, Chester felt his body freeze and the cold, clammy hand of fear grasp his forehead. He never thought he'd end up genuinely terrified at a fancy dinner party, but honest-to-goodness horror washed over him and sent his mind spinning into hysteria. His heart pounded in his ears and the only other thing he could hear was himself repeating Oh God, oh God, oh God... in his thoughts. He was usually capable with dealing with flirts, much more so that Gerald, but this was taken lightyears too far. Here he was, locked in the darkness in a secret passage that quite possibly nobody else even knew about. The music in the ballroom was loud enough to drown out one's own thoughts, let alone any attempts at screaming. Gerald was probably busy having a panic attack by now, so there was no hope of help from him either. It was all up to him now.
Sweat now trickled down his forehead and his spine. He felt positively soaking wet. His breath was shallow and ragged, and became more so as the woman pressed herself nearer. While it was too dark to see his own hand in front of his face, he could tell the woman had her face less than an inch from his own. The scent of her perfume burned in his nostrils. She could not get any nearer if she tried.
He felt the woman's hand creeping up his chest and, momentarily propelling his body from its frozen-with-fear state, shoved her away with all the strength his adrenaline-filled body gave him. He did not care if he hurt her at this point. Animalistic terror possessed him.
He could not see her in the darkness, but feared she would grab hold of him again. He half expected her to be able to see in the dark, watching her prey scrabble around helplessly, like the nocturnal predator that she was. He began running blindly down the passage, groping the walls in search of some way out. He knew if he ever made it out of this alive, he'd probably end up just like Gerald with every little innuendo, flirtatious gesture, or double entendre sending him spiraling into a repulsed frenzy.
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Gerald watched helplessly as his friend was dragged away. Sparkling purple dots began invading his vision, and he felt lightheaded. Soon the pitch-black curtain would follow, along with his legs turning to jelly. Not here, he thought, willing himself to overcome his panic, Not now.. These were the panic attacks that he would sometimes get when placed in a situation with people would be too explicit around him. It was always something that surprised everyone he knew; the cynical and smart-alecky auto mechanic was incredibly sex-repulsed, so much so that he felt physically ill whenever someone talked about their sexual relations or made some vulgar joke. His repulsion and anxiety almost always got the better of him and manifested in this way. And now here was his friend, being dragged off somewhere no doubt to be molested by one of these predatory females and he could barely do anything to help. To make it worse, now he was stuck alone with the other one. This was not how he expected this trip to be.
In an attempt to fight the purple-spangled black velvet from invading his vision, he propped himself up by the wall and bent over with his head down. He braced himself with his hands on his slightly bent knees and took a deep breath. He did not realize that the bloodthirsty lioness next to him had spoken to him. He was so befuddled that he did not even catch that the women claimed to have different names than when they first introduced themselves. He did not even care that he left the redhead waiting impatiently with her arm out to be taken. The last thing he could possibly notice was where the blonde had taken Chester. For all he knew, they had just disappeared into thin air.
Without really focusing on what he was doing, he heard the words "I'm Chester..." tumble from his lips. He instantly regretted telling her his name. What was he even doing?
There was a moment of relief when the woman took her attention off of Chester to search along the wall for something, but her grip still remained strong. Chester took this opportunity to shoot a glance back toward Gerald. While the man wasn't being abducted as he was, Gerald wore the deer-in-headlights expression of a man so utterly overwhelmed by the sudden happenings that he could barely process what was going on. Of course, Chester thought, No help from him... He shot a glance at the nearby bartender, who simply replied with a wink. No, I am not enjoying this! Help me! he wanted to scream, but fear claimed the words before he spoke them.
He felt himself pushed hard against the wall, then the wooden paneling that was being driven into his spine seemed to disappear and he was pulled backward into a dark passage. As the blackness fell over his vision when the secret door shut, Chester felt his body freeze and the cold, clammy hand of fear grasp his forehead. He never thought he'd end up genuinely terrified at a fancy dinner party, but honest-to-goodness horror washed over him and sent his mind spinning into hysteria. His heart pounded in his ears and the only other thing he could hear was himself repeating Oh God, oh God, oh God... in his thoughts. He was usually capable with dealing with flirts, much more so that Gerald, but this was taken lightyears too far. Here he was, locked in the darkness in a secret passage that quite possibly nobody else even knew about. The music in the ballroom was loud enough to drown out one's own thoughts, let alone any attempts at screaming. Gerald was probably busy having a panic attack by now, so there was no hope of help from him either. It was all up to him now.
Sweat now trickled down his forehead and his spine. He felt positively soaking wet. His breath was shallow and ragged, and became more so as the woman pressed herself nearer. While it was too dark to see his own hand in front of his face, he could tell the woman had her face less than an inch from his own. The scent of her perfume burned in his nostrils. She could not get any nearer if she tried.
He felt the woman's hand creeping up his chest and, momentarily propelling his body from its frozen-with-fear state, shoved her away with all the strength his adrenaline-filled body gave him. He did not care if he hurt her at this point. Animalistic terror possessed him.
He could not see her in the darkness, but feared she would grab hold of him again. He half expected her to be able to see in the dark, watching her prey scrabble around helplessly, like the nocturnal predator that she was. He began running blindly down the passage, groping the walls in search of some way out. He knew if he ever made it out of this alive, he'd probably end up just like Gerald with every little innuendo, flirtatious gesture, or double entendre sending him spiraling into a repulsed frenzy.
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Gerald watched helplessly as his friend was dragged away. Sparkling purple dots began invading his vision, and he felt lightheaded. Soon the pitch-black curtain would follow, along with his legs turning to jelly. Not here, he thought, willing himself to overcome his panic, Not now.. These were the panic attacks that he would sometimes get when placed in a situation with people would be too explicit around him. It was always something that surprised everyone he knew; the cynical and smart-alecky auto mechanic was incredibly sex-repulsed, so much so that he felt physically ill whenever someone talked about their sexual relations or made some vulgar joke. His repulsion and anxiety almost always got the better of him and manifested in this way. And now here was his friend, being dragged off somewhere no doubt to be molested by one of these predatory females and he could barely do anything to help. To make it worse, now he was stuck alone with the other one. This was not how he expected this trip to be.
In an attempt to fight the purple-spangled black velvet from invading his vision, he propped himself up by the wall and bent over with his head down. He braced himself with his hands on his slightly bent knees and took a deep breath. He did not realize that the bloodthirsty lioness next to him had spoken to him. He was so befuddled that he did not even catch that the women claimed to have different names than when they first introduced themselves. He did not even care that he left the redhead waiting impatiently with her arm out to be taken. The last thing he could possibly notice was where the blonde had taken Chester. For all he knew, they had just disappeared into thin air.
Oooh, it's getting interesting. Secret passages, mysterious notes, suspicious characters... so much mystery! I am excited to see what happens. Also, I thought Gerald's secret would stay that way for a long time, but you managed to squeeze it out of him fairly early on.
Oh by the way, Ches and Gerald aren't brothers, just best friends. :)
Oh by the way, Ches and Gerald aren't brothers, just best friends. :)
Thanks!
I just wanted to say that I am interested, but I am a bit intimidated at present. I am worried about nabbing a spot and not being able to follow through.
I just wanted to say that I am interested, but I am a bit intimidated at present. I am worried about nabbing a spot and not being able to follow through.
Hello! I have been itching for a good RP for two of my characters, and all the ones I am in are moving way too slow for my liking. So here I am, advertising on the good ol' guild forums!
I hope you will find something interesting in the following snippets of info. Let me know if you have any questions!
First of all, I tend to have a very comic writing style and I dig comedy RPs. That being said, I don't mind serious roleplays either and can certainly handle them as well.
Please let me know if you have any plots based on any of these genres, or if you would like to help me create one! I really don't want to be 100% in charge any more.
Do you have something similar to the above genres and ideas? Let me know! I might be interested!
I hope you will find something interesting in the following snippets of info. Let me know if you have any questions!
About Me
Rules
Genres and Ideas
First of all, I tend to have a very comic writing style and I dig comedy RPs. That being said, I don't mind serious roleplays either and can certainly handle them as well.
Please let me know if you have any plots based on any of these genres, or if you would like to help me create one! I really don't want to be 100% in charge any more.
Do you have something similar to the above genres and ideas? Let me know! I might be interested!
Oh my goodness gracious. This sounds amazing and right up my alley! I'm just a little confused: Is the real RP in casual or advanced? Or are there two versions of it?
Bahaha. Twhirtley, you have already found/triggered Gerald's secret weakness. That was fast.
“Only ten bucks?” Chester exclaimed, obviously unsatisfied with his friend’s offer. Convincing someone to do a silly line dance in such an establishment obviously warranted a much higher incentive. “Throw in a McRib and a large Coke and you’ve got yourself a deal, man.”
Gerald guffawed, his cackling laugh echoing through the ballroom. "Oh, forget it." It wasn’t long before the boys had transformed once again into two ten-year-old boys trapped in the bodies of men, giggling incessantly, and slinging insults back and forth like crossfire on a battlefield. They tried their best to remember that they were in a fancy mansion and attempted to keep rough-housing to a minimum.
Soon their shenanigans were brought to an abrupt halt as the voices of two women pierced the air and shattered the pleasant calm that was fashioned when the two closed out the rest of the world with their nonsense. They once again realized that they were in the presence of others, and those people may want to talk with them. It didn’t help that these “others” in this case were women with a particularly obvious intention behind their purring voices. Gerald almost couldn’t bring himself to turn around.
Chester was the first to address the two women, being the more naive of the pair. “Oh, hello ladies. Nice to meet you...” He glanced nervously at Gerald, who returned a pained expression, his neck prickling with sweat. Oh God, why?
“Er, nice tattoos you have.” Ches continued, grasping for things to say. Chester was usually a very jovial and chatty type, but something about these women made him uncomfortable. It was that same something that radiated off that prying middle-aged woman customer with the red Buick Gerald and he both hated-- something predatory. He had often covered for Gerald when his friend could not handle that woman, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do all the talking now. He was caught off-guard.
Gerald stood there silently, his brain filling with profanities. No, we aren’t bored. he thought to himself. Couldn’t you see we were having a conversation? Damn, people can be so obvious. Do men really fall for this stuff?
“Gerald, here, he’s always wanted a tattoo.” Ches was not being of any help with his awkward attempts at polite conversation, especially not when he tried to drag Gerald into the exchange. He no doubt was just trying to keep some sort of interaction going to be polite, but the side effect was shifting the women’s focus away from himself. Gerald suspected that might have been a purposeful “slip.”
“Uh, yeah.” Gerald managed to mumble begrudgingly, again distracted by his own inner monologues. These women are servants in this house? He looked them over again, wondering how they got a job in a fancy place like this. On second thought, he didn't want to know. Shit, I’d hate to know what goes on in here... He felt like just running for the door, but he hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.
Gerald guffawed, his cackling laugh echoing through the ballroom. "Oh, forget it." It wasn’t long before the boys had transformed once again into two ten-year-old boys trapped in the bodies of men, giggling incessantly, and slinging insults back and forth like crossfire on a battlefield. They tried their best to remember that they were in a fancy mansion and attempted to keep rough-housing to a minimum.
Soon their shenanigans were brought to an abrupt halt as the voices of two women pierced the air and shattered the pleasant calm that was fashioned when the two closed out the rest of the world with their nonsense. They once again realized that they were in the presence of others, and those people may want to talk with them. It didn’t help that these “others” in this case were women with a particularly obvious intention behind their purring voices. Gerald almost couldn’t bring himself to turn around.
Chester was the first to address the two women, being the more naive of the pair. “Oh, hello ladies. Nice to meet you...” He glanced nervously at Gerald, who returned a pained expression, his neck prickling with sweat. Oh God, why?
“Er, nice tattoos you have.” Ches continued, grasping for things to say. Chester was usually a very jovial and chatty type, but something about these women made him uncomfortable. It was that same something that radiated off that prying middle-aged woman customer with the red Buick Gerald and he both hated-- something predatory. He had often covered for Gerald when his friend could not handle that woman, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do all the talking now. He was caught off-guard.
Gerald stood there silently, his brain filling with profanities. No, we aren’t bored. he thought to himself. Couldn’t you see we were having a conversation? Damn, people can be so obvious. Do men really fall for this stuff?
“Gerald, here, he’s always wanted a tattoo.” Ches was not being of any help with his awkward attempts at polite conversation, especially not when he tried to drag Gerald into the exchange. He no doubt was just trying to keep some sort of interaction going to be polite, but the side effect was shifting the women’s focus away from himself. Gerald suspected that might have been a purposeful “slip.”
“Uh, yeah.” Gerald managed to mumble begrudgingly, again distracted by his own inner monologues. These women are servants in this house? He looked them over again, wondering how they got a job in a fancy place like this. On second thought, he didn't want to know. Shit, I’d hate to know what goes on in here... He felt like just running for the door, but he hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.
If you want, Alden could know them. They could have grown up in the same town, going to the same school or something. Maybe not quite childhood friends, but classmates or occasional buddies? Since they didn't recognize each other earlier, we could say Denn moved out of their hometown after elementary school.
Sure, that's fine with me!
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