CLIW

In space... no one cares that you're broke.

Interested but I've never really watched Cowboy Bebop.

Surviving Yosemite

I'd prefer modern simply because I don't think I'd do very well roleplaying someone from the 50s or 60s. I may or may not butcher it. But the point about help arriving is definitely a good one.

Expect the Unexpected

I'm definitely interested in playing one of the teens, and since I've never done a ghost before, that might be interesting, but I'm not so sure about that part.

The Gifted Ones (Magic / School RP)

I'm interested wooo, also curious as to what sort of magic/what the limits are.

Heroes(Open)

Arlene followed slowly, also hesitant, but she didn't see many other options. She smiled shyly at the dog; she'd always liked dogs. Whenever she had to go to a house party, the dogs were her saviors. Now she mentally predicted it would be the same. She reached out toward the dog to let him sniff her hand, feeling a little bit of relief from her building anxiety. Dogs were simple. They were easy to read. If they didn't like you, they would show it, and if they did, they would show it; a sad dog always looks sad and a happy dog always happy. So long as this wasn't an attack dog, and it didn't look like one, she felt safe here. She visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders sagging a little bit with tiredness.

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Dwayne took the scarf as if he was afraid it would burn him. He squinted at Chiyohime, surely such a kind gesture would have to come with a price? His expression was bewildered, still slightly distrustful; he was the one who helped people, and the only context he could was removing tumors or sewing up ruptured organs or lifting diseased appendixes out of bloody abdomens. It was a rare event that someone was kind to him. "T-t-thank you," he muttered, flashing his filed teeth. "I'll keep warm," he rasped, in an oddly apologetic tone. "I-I should probably..." He trailed off. "...get...going..."

Surviving Yosemite

Interested! I love survival roleplays.

Heroes(Open)

I'm glad to have made someone's day. ;u;

Heroes(Open)

Arlene thought another minute. "Paranoia is a common symptom of mental illness. Beyond that, I'm no psychologist." Then, she remembered that politeness is appreciated by most people, so she continued, "It is nice to meet you, James. My apologies for what has happened to you. The sword, was it a gift? What's it made of? Iron? Titanium?" Now that she was talking about something she found interesting, it was a little hard to stop. "I can't tell. It must be an alloy. It looks heavy, but resistant to oxidation..." Now's not the time, Ace. Shut up. She glanced from James to Lily, and after a brief pause to get her mind off of metallic bonds, she said, "Well, I suppose I'm ready to go, if both of you are."

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Dwayne was startled out of the worried tumble of fragmented, disorganized thoughts that sent his head spinning by a voice. He looked up, his heart racing, but he was somewhat relieved to see it was just a normal woman, not law enforcement. It took him a minute to process her words; all he could do while his terrified mind worked was stare distrustfully. Finally he mumbled very quietly, "I'm not lost." He wiped his mouth one more time, in case she'd seen any coagulated blood he'd missed. Oh god, oh god, what if she knows... His next words were nearly choked or spat out. "I'm fine...cold..." He glanced around another time, expecting to see people who knew it was him. It wasn't his fault, though, it wasn't; all he'd done was defend himself, right? Self-consciously, he straightened himself up, trying to appear normal.

Heroes(Open)

For a few moments, Arlene's childhood memories of "Stranger danger" fought with the obvious fact that this would probably be one of the better courses of action; she certainly agreed that the man shouldn't be outside. Besides, hadn't her worn-out therapists always encouraged her to talk to people and try to make friends? She pulled her scarf up over her face and breathed into it, which warmed her up certainly, but also turned on incessant thoughts of Get that off, you're breathing carbon dioxide. She hesitated and thought it over. Lily seemed perfectly trustworthy, didn't she? But so did some of those serial killers who'd had movies made about them. But what chance was there of a nurse being a deranged psychopath? Probably none at all.
Finally, she replied in a mumble through the scarf, "Personally, I like dogs better than humans. You can call me Ace if you'd like."

Rise of Heros ~OOC~

Thank you, I think I'll do the same