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In CLOSED. 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Aewin



here's another dude.
BAM.

enjoy homies
C O N N O R

Location: His car
Interacting with: Eva @Aewin


Connor was spacing out in the car, testing out the new stereo system he’d had installed. Of course, an audiophile like Connor had impeccable music taste, and of course Connor’s choice in music was something that all of his friends would have applauded him for, a song choice that would have made the internet not in silent approval. Right? Wrong. Dead wrong, as it happens. Connor’s choice of music was America’s Sweetheart: Taytay. Taylor Swift, of course.

The car was nearly reverberating from the bumping of the speakers as Connor started the song for the third or sixtieth time(he wasn’t sure anymore). ”And he’s long goneeeeeeeee, when he’s next to meeeee, and I realizeeeeeee, the blame is on me,” Connor paused for a second, drawing in a deep breath as he pulled his fist down to his side, ready to belt the objectively best part of the song: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED INNNN~ So shame on me n-” Connor felt a kiss on his cheek and immediately pressed the volume knob, killing the stereo.

”I swear on my mother’s life, I was listening to Raining Blood by Slayer, not T-Swift.” Of course, Connor didn’t like his mom very much… A slight flush was apparent on his normally white cheeks as he cleared his throat, nodding in agreement with his girlfriend. ”These dudes are never gonna be happy because they won’t allow themselves to be, y’know? If you buy a group of people tickets to Disneyland and they still have drama problems, then they’re just unhelpable.” Connor shrugged and leaned across the console and kissed Eva’s lips gently.

”Some people think I got the Disneyland trip as a gift to Nat, but that just… doesn’t make any sense to me? If I was getting it for Nat, why did I buy like 10 tickets? I’m not that rich, come on. The surprise was for the group, not Nat.” Connor shrugged again and leaned back into the seat. ”So are we ready to go or what? There was some commotion, but I kind of missed it. I was too absorbed in, uh, Raining Blood.”

Connor coughed.




B E L L E

Location: The Mighty Bean
Interacting with: Melrose @lydyn, Claire @Lady Amalthea, and Cass (by proxy) @Charnobylisk


Belle wanted to go, but seeing the explosive interactions between Tas and Claire, she knew they’d likely have their trip delayed. Which was… alright, it seemed like Tas was even more strung out now than she had been before, and Belle wasn’t about to make a big deal about leaving on time when someone was in a bad mood; it wasn’t her style. Now standing in the doorway of the Bean, Belle moved closer to the pink haired girl, who she knew was her charge for the trip. She slid beside Rose and smiled brightly at her. ”Hey. I’m the girl who called dibs on you! My name’s Belle, I’m the girl with the kitty.” She explained, before clasping her hands together and looking at the others.

”We’ll be riding alone, I think, everyone else is all buddied up. So, if you’d like, we can go get our stuff crammed into my trunk and get on the road. My car’s super clean, Daddy paid for a detailer while I was in France, so don’t worry about anything like that, if you were? I don’t even know. We’ll probably be a little late, but that’s just because sometimes I get hungry and want a McFlurry, and, well… then I have to get a McFlurry. C'est la vie,” the red head smiled and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear before looking at Claire and frowning.

”Trouble in paradise? What’d I miss? I was just, y’know, making sure Tigger was in a spot where he could survive without me for a week or so, laying down the law and making sure he knows how to handle any annoying birds and stuff that gets on the windowsill. He’s still a kitty, so, y’know, gotta teach him all this stuff now.”” Belle explained. ”Let’s just all take it easy and remember we’re literally going to a land of magical happiness and joy and that there is literally zero reason for this to be a bad day, at all, ever.”

Nothing would ruin Disneyland.
In CLOSED. 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Wintergreythis is beverly hills
In CLOSED. 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Wintergreyit'd be like 1.68, 2.22 with tax.

He just didn't have time to get change.
@POOHEAD189Gotta love the classics, brother


Location: Best Exotic Hotel parking lot
Interacting with: His motorcycle

Sleep rarely came easily to Owen. He struggled to fall asleep, and struggled harder to stay asleep. Nightmares plagued his rest, vague memories of the people who had died on his final mission, their voices blaming him. It sucked. That was why he so highly valued sleep whenever he did get a peaceful rest. It was rare to him, yes, but in its rarity it became a commodity. The laws of supply and demand.

Whenever he fell asleep on his hammock, he found he slept the best. His naps were the single best part of his day, even if they were only power naps lasting ten to thirty minutes. Sleep was perfect, delightful, loved. Peaceful. Floating in his hammock atop the hotel(he wasn’t even sure if it was allowed up there, but it was already set up, and he’d fight whoever tried to get him to remove it from the roof), Owen slept like a baby in short bursts. And he loved it.

But last night had been one of the worst that he could remember, he hadn’t been able to get a lick of sleep. He’d given up halfway through the night and wandered out to the parking spaces, to his motorcycle. He’d tried to get it to start, but had given up after an hour. He wasn’t going anywhere today, despite that being his favorite thing to do when he had nights like this.

And so he found himself with his toolbox lying open beside him, his shirt(one of his favorites, a grey one with the words ‘Ali, Bomaye!’ on the front of it) covered in grease and sweat, discarded in the corner. His boombox played an old rock song quietly, though as he realized that people were waking up around the hotel, he turned it up. ”It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one…” He picked up one of the lug nuts and screwed it back onto the bike, quickly wrenching it tight with one of the tools.

”Alright, ya piece of garbage. You’ve got one more shot before I toss you into the local burn pile, ya slum bitch.” He said, swinging his leg over the bike and pulling in the clutch. At first, he tried the starter button, but much to his dismay, it still didn’t work. Of course, the button hadn’t worked in months. ”Stupid, fucking, thing…” He swore under his breath, flicking the kickstart out with his foot. One kick. The engine turned, but didn’t roar to life.

Owen sighed and reached beneath the bike, fiddling with the choke. ”Come on, dammit.” He said, kicking it again. The engine started for a minute, but Owen didn’t yet let himself get excited, as the bike died again shortly after. ”Seriously, let’s rock.” He grunted, kicking the bike again. This time, the bike exploded into life and Owen revved the throttle, grinning stupidly.

”Yes! Money. Good job, buddy, I never lost faith for a second,”” he said, patting the bike’s gas cap. Letting it run idle, he turned and swung his leg off of it, tossing his tools into the box and snapping it shut before he finally turned the bike off, killing the boombox as well. ”Mission accomplished. Now, to get breakfast…” He muttered, heading into the hotel’s dining room as he wiped his face and hands off with a shop rag.

He tilted his head as he took in the scene of Murphy wearing the cereal bowl, and Tas’s face dripping with cornflakes and milk before shrugging.

Hakuna matata.
In CLOSED. 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Altered Tundraball is in your court homie
In CLOSED. 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Everywhere
Interacting with: Analise in spirit @Aewin, Vi physically @Altered Tundra
Here’s some background music if you want, don’t matter to me: Juice

David looked down at his wristwatch, tapping it and doing math in his head--to the best of his ability. ”Five minutes? I can make it in five minutes. If I get there before lunch ends, maybe I can just hand it to her...” He waved to the receptionist and unzipped his backpack, carefully sliding the drawing into it, before stuffing the doctor’s note into the side pocket. He zipped it back up and snatched the skateboard that was laying against the wall by the revolving door, slipping outside as he shoved the earbuds into his ears and pressed a button on his phone. ”Here we go.”

The familiar beat filled his ears and he got a running start before slapping the board onto the ground and jumping on top of it, leaning forward with momentum. He leaned backwards a bit, lifting the front wheels off the ground and turned off the sidewalk, weaving between the cars parked against the side of the road and onto the street.

High stakes, survival increasing my fire rate

Davy slipped behind one of the cars heading in the direction he was and bent at his knees, clutching underneath the fender, skitching behind the car for a minute until he felt he was going fast enough. Releasing himself, he sling-shot ahead of the car, grinning at the driver as he popped back up onto the sidewalk, looking at his watch again. ”Plenty of time. I got this.” Wasn’t like the school was on the other side of town or anything. ”School’s totally on the other side of town.”

Oh.

I float my friends

Davy whipped around a corner, slipping into one of the alleys he knew. His foot slapped against the ground to pick up even more speed as he bent down again, this time launching himself and the board into the air, up and over the dumpster in the alley, flipping the board with his heel as he did so. He landed the trick and smacked the wall with his hand, grinning to himself. Shortcuts.

That’s juice

Now one street closer, David looked around himself. The Beverly Hills marketplace. One of the many stripmalls on one of the many ‘main’ streets in the huge, sprawling town, this was one of Davy’s favorites. The reason? Sunny’s Donuts. The local donut shop made the best damn donuts Davy had ever tasted, and without missing a beat or slowing down in the slightest, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a fiver, gliding closer to the donuts on display outside. Once he was in reach, he snatched one of the peanut-butter frosting ones, leaving the money in its place. They could keep the change. They’d earned it.

Crawling out of the casket

Taking a huge bite out of the donut, Davy slapped his foot against the ground again and thought to himself. 10 blocks away from the school? He could do that. Just over a half mile. He checked the watch again. Ten minutes and six seconds before lunch ended. Easy. He slid onto the sidewalk again and pushed himself forward again. Now fueled by a delicious Donut, Davy was certain he’d make it with time to spare. Just needed another shortcut to make sure he had plenty of time…

I’ve been in the back bitch

He sliced down through another alley, this one crystal clear of obstacles. Even better. He came to a screeching stop about halfway through and pulled off his backpack again, this time reaching into the trusty secret pocket and withdrawing his beloved pipe, already loaded. He held it up to his lips and clicked the lighter a few times before sucking in. He held it in as he crammed the pipe and burner back into the pack before finally starting to cough. Perfect, now he could survive social situations. Probably.

Want me to speed it up?

Davy flew out of the back alley and ollied again, this time landing on the asphalt of the city street and cutting across it, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. ”Sorry!” He shouted at the driver who looked at him like he was nuts. Now on the right side of the building, and taking a shortcut that turned the total amount of blocks he needed from 10 to three, Davy could see his target in sight: the Beverly Hills Highschool.

That’s juice

Davy smiled and pushed on through the throngs of people that were probably his classmates, heading toward the stairs that led up to the entrance of the school. Once there he hopped off the board and jogged up them, slapping it down once he was even with the doors. He skated through them and weaved in and out of the crowd of people, looking for the familiar blond.

...apparently, there were a lot of blonds in Beverly Hills…

Layin’ the blade

David reached into the side pocket on his backpack as he rolled by the administrative office and slapped the doctor’s note against the window. The secretary jumped, but looked up as Davy help a thumb up with a questionable look, slowing down at his passed by so the woman could take a look at the note. Once she nodded, Davy grinned and pushed off again, shoving the note into his pocket.

I generate, I innovate

David was zoning out by now, he’d almost given up searching for Analise as he whisked through the crowds, and was now flying toward his next class. Unfortunately for him, he could only glide through so many of the teenagers while on autopilot before he smashed into one.

That’s juice

And Davy did crash into one. A blond girl, yes, but the wrong blond girl.

Bitch

Davy and his skateboard went flying as they slammed into the girl, who at first Davy couldn’t place but after a minute he knew who it was. Violet? No, Violandrea...? Something like that. He couldn’t really pronounce it in his head, let alone aloud. Now in a heap of tangled limbs, with his skateboard sliding down the hall unattended, Davy looked at the girl with wide, slightly bloodshot eyes.

”Sorry! I was spacing out and, I didn’t see you! Sorry.” He quickly said, pushing himself up to his feet.

Wonderful.

Good thing he took that hit.
@SgtEasyConnor has had a break this while time, the rest of you are the crazies
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