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6 yrs ago
Current Look who's back bitches!
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8 yrs ago
We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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8 yrs ago
I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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8 yrs ago
You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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Bio



My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:



HASTA LA VISTA BABY!

Most Recent Posts

@baraquiel Accepted!
@2plus2isnot5 Accepted!
@Ioua8654 Accepted!
My CS is up in the character tab!


7:30 AM, April 9th 2018.

And they say New York is the city that never sleeps. Terrence had gone to bed early that night (i.e. at 10:50) so he could cram in a few extra hours of sleep, but so many cars were passing by his window it was impossible to sleep. Thankfully, he didn't run on sleep, but coffee. Though he still sometimes thought that if he moved into the family home, instead of making a makeshift home in his office at Birch House, he wouldn't be in this mess.

He was currently standing over his desk, papers piled high, with a mug of coffee in his hand. He had far too much work to do today, but how was that different from usual. Without his work, he told himself what felt like every day, then the ecosystem of budding talent upstairs would cease to exist. And there was no way in hell that he'd leave it up to Marianne and Will: his lazy cousins. They didn't care about the building as he did, and shirked all responsibilities to do with it, in favour of going out clubbing.

As he sat down, he could hear chattering and footsteps above him. The lobby was already buzzing with people. He had set up his home/office in the basement of the building, and the lobby was just above. The lobby was a popular hangout for the many residents of the apartment block, so when he got the place he decided to make it into a 'common room', he added in a drinks machine, many more sofas, a television, and put in lots of powerpoints so people could charge their devices. He was very proud of his work.

He worked for ten minutes, fighting the need for sleep with the ultimate weapon: caffeine. But enough was enough. Part of his daily routine was the visit the lobby in the morning, listen to any gripes people had with the building or suggestions as to how he could make things better, check that everybody was in a job, and overall have a chat with whoever wanted a chat. He saw himself as a substitute father figure to all his tenants. Lots of them had terrible childhoods and needed someone to look out for them whilst they were living alone. That's what he was there for.

He walked up the stairs, coffee still in hand, and into the lobby. He was hit with a wave of chatter, friendly conversation between likeminded people. To him it was beautiful. That's what he liked to see. He turned his head quickly as someone called his name.

"Good morning Mr Walsh!"

"Morning, Laurie! How's that job in Spago coming?"

"It's awesome. Thanks for your help with that."

"Anytime! That's what I'm here for!" He called, sitting down on a sofa in the corner, content with watching his tenants mingle.




Welcome To Birch House!




Congratulations kid. You've made it. It took years of saving, convincing your parents that this was a good idea and insisting that you won't end up homeless, but you've finally made it. You moved to Hollywood. Was it the best idea you've ever had? Who's to say. Was it the stupidest thing you've done? Who's to say. Maybe the best decision you've made so far was choosing to live in Birch House, an apartment block that is well-known for its community of starving artists. Some great talents started off there, you know. No matter what career you're pursuing, wether you just moved here or you're a bitter cynic who's been trying to make it big for years, there's a place for you here!

Go ahead, make your name the biggest in the world, do your best to never sell out but remember this: It's the people around you who'll make this town worth living in. Have a nice time.









Rules

  • I love IC drama. But, please, keep it out of the OOC tab. Take it to the PMs!
  • An alternative to that last rule is: respect everyone and don't be a jerk.
  • I reckon swearing and drugs are going to come into this a lot (so please be over 18), but is things get a little bit risque, fade-to-black, please.
  • This is going to be character driven, so try to have at least two paragraphs per post, with decent spelling and grammar.
  • If you need to drop out or go on hiatus, tell me, just don't ghost me. I've had that happen enough in my love life...
  • When you've finished your CS, post it in to OOC tab, then wait for approval. When I've accepted it, post it in the character tab.
  • Have fun! Just so you know, not having fun is punishable by death/virtual cookies of doom.





@2plus2isnot5 I was just going to update everyone actually.

Suffice to say, I've been very ill as of late, so I'm shattered. But, I've started recovering, so hopefully I can get to finishing the (presumably underwhelming) OOC as soon as possible.
@Ejected @Kitty @Bee @Avanhelsing @SolusFalcon @2plus2isnot5 @lozi @baraquiel

Great! That's eight peole! I'll have the OOC up ASAP, hopefully by Friday at the latest.
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