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STATUS: The evil Italian has been defeated. Inshallah 12 mos ago
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Current The evil Italian has been defeated. Inshallah
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Summer? I barely know her
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british circlejerk call that a union jack
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I’ll serve crack before I serve this country
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Just sell the site to someone else
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▅ SALSA VERDE
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Hi, I’m Salsa Verde, arguably the best salsa and formally known as the writer, Syn. I’m a Wildlife Biologist traveling the country looking to work with the coolest: herps, mammals, birds, and invertebrates I can get my hands on. I also like plants, trees, and fungi specifically. I’ve been writing for about 13 years now and recently decided to get back into it. I enjoy anything from casual to high roleplay, 1x1, and arena. My main genres tend to be anime, SOL, and superhero but I’m really down to participate in anything. And yeah I like all that weeb shit.

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Aaliyah narrowly missed a deadly encounter with JJ on her way perusing through clothes and make-up. After explaining the night she would never forget, her mother could see why the girl was so distracted. Before they left the food court, her mother imparted her wise womanly knowledge. With all the shopping finished it was time for Aaliyah to set her eyes on her first ever hang out. The nerves slowly began to creep back up her spine as the ETA moved close and closer to 0.

Pulling up to Bea’s house, Aaliyah was greeted by a house modest in comparison to the top of the top. Not knowing what to do or who to text, Aaliyah sat in the car fumbling with the door.

“Are you going to get out honey?” Her mom asked.

Having both parents turn to face her only surmounted more pressure onto the poor girl.

“Yeah I was just uh making sure this was the right house number...hehe”

Her excuse was as bad as her laugh. Regardless she forced herself out the car with her bag clutched in her hands.

”It can’t be that bad right? Right? Just breathe and knock” The more she focused on the door the further it had gotten away from her. The space between the top of the steps and the door stretched miles. Honestly if anyone saw her from a window they would have been confused and just sent a recording to worldstar. Hoping no one would see her and her confidence slowly rising. Aaliyah took ACTION, which was really just ringing the doorbell and running into the nearby shrubbery so no one would see her.

Spitting a leaf out of her mouth and slapping the branches out of her face, Aaliyah peered from around the vegetation waiting for Bea to emerge. Hopefully this was the wrong address, because this girl had no clue what to say. As the door opened Aaliyah has realized the luggage tag attached to her bag had fallen onto the front porch. This was it, her career was over.
In REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



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Location | Misfits' meeting place, Santa Monica, California
Interacting with | Basically all the Misfits
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Normally rays of sunlight would peak through the curtains of anyone’s room…well almost anyone. Instead of rising with the sun, Umbra found herself surrounded in a veil of darkness. The blackout curtains doing their best work of keeping her room as dark as her soul, edgy I know. The pleas from her grandma were incessant, but not enough to shake the slumber that tethered the queen of the damned to her fluffy mattress. A groggy voice left her lips insisting on only needing five more minutes, she had until 11 am after all to meet at Santa Monica Pier. In her zombie state, she decided to check her phone to see how much time she had left before her alarm jolted her awake. Her hand proceeded to knock down everything imaginable off her night stand before finding her phone.

Her fingers ejected the pentagram pop socket as to not strain her measly pinky.

“Oh, it’s only 11 I have more than enough time” she said as she collapsed back into bed.

That’s when the fear set in and Umbra’s light skin turned a ghostly white. Her body jumped like a woman possessed as she furiously unlocked her phone and opened her alarm app only to see she had set an alarm for 11 pm instead of am.

“Are you kidding me!?!” she spat, throwing her phone down, racing towards the shower as she stripped off her top and black cat pajamas. Perhaps the first sign in a string of bad luck the young witch would face today. Diamond was so desperate to catch her friends she had even brought her toothbrush fully loaded with paste into the shower with her. If only she had a spell to give her more arms, than she wouldn’t need to rotate between her razor, toothbrush, and bar of soap. Leaping out of the shower, with soapy suds tastefully covering her womanly bits, Umbra jumped into her pile of all black clothes hoping to find something…anything clean and cute. Hair and make up would just have to wait, Umbra was sure Em would love the opportunity to touch her face.

“Shower. Check. Clothes. Check. Back pack. Check. All good now let me just see what fate has for me”

The flummoxed teen was finally able to catch her breathe having completed her checklist. Laying out her customized tarot cards she did a quick run of her daily fate. The first card she turned over was The Magician in reverse.

“Poor planning. Shit okay”

Knowing full well she deserved that one. ”Come on, come on” she said under her breath, hoping her fate would be swift and merciful. The next card was, The Hanged Man…in reverse.

“Damn it! Delays? What other delays could I possibly have besides my dumbass alarm”

Umbra closed her eyes and placed all her luck into the third and final card. She flipped it over almost triumphantly before opening her eyes and grimacing. It was The Sun in the upright position, meaning positivity and fun. If it weren’t for her Xanthophobia this would have been her blessing in disguise.

“Right well, I’ll take what I can get” another glance at her phone made her realize she was running out of time.

Almost tumbling down the stairs and rolling her ankle she ran into the kitchen to say good morning and good bye to her sweet grandmother.

“I was calling you and calling you child”

“Yeah, I know, today’s just not my day! I got to go Roe-roe I’m late!”

“Do you want me to drive you baby? You don’t have to be embarrassed!”

“I’m not grandma! By the time you get ready it’ll be the New Year. Bye love you!”

The truth was, despite knowing her friends and being part of the misfits since she moved to Cali, Umbra had always been a little embarrassed of her home and how poor she was compared to the rest of BHHS. With a kiss on the cheek of her grandma, Umbra was out the door and, on her bike, cycling as fast as she could with her eyes set on the pier.

“That girl is just too much” she said with a giggle, watching her pride and joy rush off into the distance.

Time bled away as Umbra did her best to make her way to the pier and the misfits meeting place. Sweat was starting to bead along her forehead and the choice of black was obviously a bad one with the sun absorbing into her clothes and cooking her from the inside out. If Umbra didn’t pass out from dehydration it probably would have been from heat stroke and not the same kind women be having at Sunday service. ”Who loves orange soda. Umbra loves orange soda. Is it true? I do I do I dooo ooo” she said deliriously licking her lips, while imaging what Um had hoped Em had saved for her on this trip. Rounding the corner, she was reinvigorated upon seeing the RV in the not too far off distance. Unfortunately, there was no one around the RV. They’re probably already inside! You have to catch them!, putting the pedal to the metal, Umbra took off in mach speed towards the RV. It seemed The Hanged Man had other plans for her. The nuts and bolts keeping her back tire attached to the frame of the bike loosened and jiggled with every bump and pivot. Eventually, they had all come undone and her back tire flew off the rack.

A shrill shriek left her mouth while her hands gripped the handle bars. Sparks flew as the grinding of metal and asphalt created a cacophonous sound. By the time her eyes had opened, and her face relaxed from her grimace, her runaway train had stopped. Her hands touched every part of her body making sure she still had every limb and piece of skin attached. A smile came over her face in relief of having survived, but quickly vanished remembering she still had yet to make it. The girl’s cardio was as bad as middle-aged man sitting at home watching the Wendy Williams show, so bad. Yet, that wouldn’t be enough to stop the determined shadow.

One knock was heard on the outside of the RV door before she opened the door and fell bustling through the rusting RV. Star fishing onto the floor, swallowing as much oxygen as she could, the final misfit had finally arrived, and her eyes rolled to turn to Em.

“Where’s my orange soda?!” she said before passing out.


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In Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Aaliyah loved fashion, if someone happened to creep on her pinterest they would find too many boards dedicated to accessories, seasons, and styles. It was too bad the young ugly duckling couldn’t picture herself in any of them. While she was warming up to the idea that she could pull off more than just two-day old sweatpants and oversized sweaters, her confidence was still apprehensive at best. Shopping with her mom did give her a slight edge than if she was alone, having your own hype man even if it was your mom was still nice to have.

Unfortunately for her mother, Aaliyah was more focused on her phone than the stores around her. Taking the plunge into social media, she couldn’t help but e-stalk all the girls in the school she had always been so jealous of. Homecoming had opened doors Aaliyah originally thought to be sealed shut; her dress that night also worked wonders for catching her peers’ eyes. It honestly took more time, angles, and several deleted pictures for Aaliyah to get her first post down right.

The sheer volume of friend requests she sent out were slowly but surely reciprocated, by the time they had made it to their second stop her phone had dozes of red notifications. Girls like Bea and Julie had accepted her request and were already liking and commenting on her pic. It was a dream come true, a dream that was almost too good to be true. Between “uh-huhs” and half hearted “yeah’s” her eyes were mostly glued to her screen. That’s when her legs stopped and her heart sank, excitement began to shoot through every nerve in her body. Not only had she just gotten a text from Bea asking her to come over to watch movies, but a DM from the Queen of fashion herself, Chanel Martin. Quite the audible expression of “OH MY GOD!” shook the ground and pierced the heavens, even causing the hangers in her mom’s hand to drop.

The prospect of going shopping with Chanel and Julie was surreal, were they bullying her? No, no, Chanel had hyped her up at homecoming, but she also said they weren’t friends. Not knowing what to think she was panicking. Her hands trembled, playing that all too familiar mini-game of twirling thumbs around while thinking of a reply. Aaliyah though she would faint until the calming touch of her mother eased her nerves.

“Are you alright baby? You haven’t said more than two words since you’ve been on that phone all day”

“..U…I…Sorry! Can we go get something to eat? I’ll explain later I just need to sit. Church and Gossip Girl didn’t prepare me for this” she said hand-fanning herself helplessly. Aaliyah went back to her phone composing herself and her message to each person.

”I would love to go shopping with you and Julie! You can always just text me, my number is xxx-xxxx.”

”I’m at the mall right now, but I can after. What kind of movies did you have in mind?”

Hitting send on both replies, this was the most confidence the girls ever had outside of State Championship for Mathletes and International Chess meets. Hopefully Aaliyah wouldn’t run into anyone else she knew; her weak heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Little did she know JJ was in the building.
In The Island: A Murder Mystery | Currently Accepting 1-2 More Players! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

『Time - Afternoon』
『Location - Wolfe Estate』
『Collaboration With @Chai | Heather Vandertulip』



Marco thought he was last to show up, but the spotlight was stolen from him by quite the handsome male with a chip on his shoulder. Everyone was probably on edge after the events that transpired and led them all here. It never dawned on him if he was the only one who was being blackmailed or if they all had skeletons in their closet. ”Three men, three women” Marco thought to himself as he tallied the gender ratio, under different circumstances this could be reality dating show. The vivid image of Marco as a bachelor played in his head for a brief moment, dying seconds later. Just as there was a semblance of normality, a firework exploded onto the scene.

Everything about him was flagrant and queer, his appearance and natural traits almost put the women in attendance to shame. His gaudy attitude and demeanor flowed out of him so naturally it couldn’t have been just an affront to the crowd of strangers before him. Marco suffered from the traditional latino machismo, so much so that the excess flamboyance was starting to coalesce into something all too much for Marco. While he made his rounds Marco just repeated one word in his mind over and over, “Marica”. Marco didn’t really give a shit about made up star signs or the moon being retrograde, but at least the slav in his tracksuit was right about alcohol.

His face was harsh and brooding when it came to his turn. Marco just wished he knew who this person was and their significance to all this. His clenched jaw and rigid cheeks managed to force a smile that was just uncomfortable as he was.

The tension in the room was still as dense as it was before this character entered the fray, their silence speaking volumes. They all had free reign to do and take whatever they wanted, it was all just too good to be true. As enticing as the cornucopia was, Marco was still very weary of the whole thing. Cigarettes and alcohol would be his only friends until he had answers. Suddenly, Marco perked back up when he saw Heather join in again. He knew he had taste when she was just as disinterested in his entrance as he was.

”Ezra Wolfe” of course, why hadn’t he made the connection before? The whole introduction screamed renaissance, the golden straw, the grapes, even the chiseled figure. Marco was ready to go up to his room and just rest for the few hours they had before this so-called party they were all invited to.

"Fuckin' bitch,"

Marco stopped mid track and pivoted his body to face both Ezra and Heather, “Hey! Show some respect for the lady.”

"I'll show some respect for you, does that count?" came Ezra's sing-song voice in reply, though his gaze remained fixed on his cell phone that he had taken out again. His thumbs whizzed across the screen until he paused abruptly, glancing up and to the sides and looking over his shoulder before lazily grinning at Marco. "Look. My guy. Heather's nice and all, but we're just having a bit of fun. I call her an insufferable know-it-all broad, she calls me a—"

"Spoiled brat? Who hasn't changed since he was a teenager? Heather interjected, finished with the call in the hallway. She frowned at one of the potted plants near her, fussing with some of the leaves before heading down the steps to join the group. "Maybe you can take a page out of Mr. Ronquillo's book, Ezra, about treating people with respect."

"Should I? Well, I guess that would depend on the chapter of the book, wouldn't it? Some of the earlier ones..." Ezra's eyes searched Marco's knowingly, almost conspiratorially, as his voice trailed off into nothing.

Marco usually had the candor to speak to men like this, that’s what made him so refreshing of a personality. Easy as it may be in any other situation, it was frankly hard in this particular case. Marco wasn’t there to make friends nor was he so eager to bite the hand that fed him this early into their game. Swallowing his pride he chose to relax and allow Ezra Wolfe’s effervescence to go without confrontation. “Coño, que me he metido?” Marco half whispered half sighed.

The banter between the two returned and if it weren’t for the sass Heather was able to dish out, he wouldn’t have felt even more attracted to the Asian Amazonian. His attention had been sliced in two by Ezra’s piercing words and searching look. Ezra reminded him of his place at the estate, Marco overstepped a little too far on their first day. “The ending is always the best part to any novel, I hope you finish reading” he said before being interrupted by another gallivanting superstar debuting as Ezra’s sister. The two were shockingly two different tones, she probably got more Vitamin D than her brother.

“Can you show me around Ms. Vandertulip?”

Heather almost said no. Almost. She worried it might have been unprofessional of her, or perhaps even showing favorites. If there was one thing she prided herself in, it was the air of neutral professionalism she had on display at most times. But she figured a personal tour wouldn't hurt so much, and she smiled in Marco's direction. "Of course," she said plainly, "I think I have a few minutes to show you around the house. If you'll follow me, I'll be happy to give you a tour around."

Turning on her heel and nodding a simple goodbye toward Ezra and Valentina, she led the way out of the great room and took a left once she reached the main hallway. It opened up to a large copper room, its windows looking out over the majestic Montana scenery. "This is the copper observatory. It's become quite a favorite spot for family and guests alike to enjoy the sun while they read or work.. She made a general motion toward the back walls lined with books, then turned her gaze toward the mountains in the distance. "It's beautiful, isn't it?

Marco’s eyebrows peaked at Heather’s reply, maybe there was some normalcy to this place. Jumping at the opportunity, Marco made his way past the two Wolfe’s in sheep’s clothing, “You sure this won’t take hours? This house is pretty huge” he said, catching up to his guide. While he was supposed to be observing the house he couldn’t help finding himself studying Heather instead. Everything about her screamed bureaucratic, she was rigid, stoic, and neutral. The copper observatory was quite breathtaking, Marco was surely out of his element and the greenery was quite refreshing, he even appreciated the architecture from within. “Pero no tan hermosa como tú” his accent playing smoothly, shifting his gaze onto her. “I don’t read much, but I can read people. Don’t you get tired of being so professional all the time? How did you even land this gig?” Marco probed, hopefully she could discern empathy from interrogation.

"How does anyone land a job?" She asked him, turning away from the window and cocking one of her immaculately groomed brows at him. It wasn't meant to be sarcastic, but a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Actually, they found me through LinkedIn. Don't look so surprised! I was working in HR prior to this. The corporate demeanor fits me, I've been told."

Heather laughed freely, walking out of the Copper Observatory and back through the hallway, leading Marco past some other rooms. She stopped in a doorway, gesturing inside at a lengthy hand-crafted oak dining table. "This formal dining room. Not many people actually eat here, but you're welcome to. Across the room is a door that connects to the kitchen, and if you go through that, you'll reach the breakfast room." Pausing for a moment, her jaw clenched as if she wanted to say something, but she seemed to rethink her words and instead settled on leaning back against the ornate doorframe. "Is there any other part of the house you wanted to see?"

Her quick reply had completely disarmed him, coupled with that devious smile. Her features were both soft and perfect, she could have easily been a model with her stature and gifted beauty. “Yeah, but for these people? I think you would fit better somewhere else” Marco had heard of this ‘linkedin’ but acclimating to technology and traditional work was still new to him.

The pair had made their way to the dining room, while everything in the house was quite beautiful it was expected. “Seems like a waste to have these many rooms and have no one use them don’t you think?” Marco caught a glimpse of her hesitation through his peripheral vision wondering what she had to say. Unfortunately for him, something prevented her from doing so, whether it was out of fear or professionalism he would never know.

“Yeah there is something else I wanted to see. Is your bedroom nearby?”

She simply stared, unamused, with her brown eyes piercing into him. "I don't live on the estate, though I live near here. And by that, I mean I don't live near enough for any of you to come and visit me. I just oversee what happens at the estate—finances, costs, sometimes we rent it out for luxury events." The rejection was swift, but also more gentle than she would have done otherwise. Lifting her phone out of her pocket to check the time, she pushed herself off the frame and took a step through into the dining room. "You'll have to excuse me, but it's just about time for a meeting. You're welcome to explore the rest of the house on your own if you want. Or you relax in your room; whatever you like." And with that she left him, disappearing through the doorway on the opposite side of the room.

The taste of rejection was all to swift. Marco didn’t need anyone doing him favors or letting him down easy. Had every rejection wounded the latino heartthrob, there would be nothing left. As she turned and vanished into the distance, Marco couldn’t help but notice she left something in her wake. “Heather wait!” his plea rather futile. Picking up the pristine white handkerchief, he examined it only to find three initials engraved at the bottom. A smirk of his own crept onto his face, the tour wasn’t a complete loss. Stuffing the handkerchief into his pocket he turned and made his way to his room; T-minus two hours till the party.

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