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Current HE MADE GRADUATION
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who me?
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I wanna play too
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just rewatched hart vs austin at mania 13 last night, it will always be a classic
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AUSTIN 3:16 SAYS I JUST WHOOPED YOUR ASS
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@Mega Birb don't get TOO excited, i think it'd be more likely to come up tomorrow evening, at the earliest.
@Mega Birbme.

as it happens, im working on it right now, despite @Silent Observer and @lovely complex telling me that i should do my character sheets first.

i am a rebel.
@BrutalBx@Lawful Newtral@Sovi3t

Accepted.

@Universorum

Is it possible if my character can own a racket aka a chop shop beforehand?


That would be fine, sure.
@Wade Wilson welcome

to the show
@Mega Birb He looks fine now, thanks!
Could I make a character not centered on fighting? Like a pretty face who gets sent in to get info on rival gangs or something?


Absolutely. Do whatever you want, this RP is meant to be super open. : )




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The objective hadn’t been money this time. Sure, you were getting paid, but you always get paid. No, this time you were stealing an object. Details of the objects origins had never gotten to you, of course. This wasn’t how the job worked. You’re thieves. So your job had been simple: get in, retrieve the item, get out— come home and get paid.

So, like good thieves, you scouted the place out. Did your homework. Got your necessary toys to help you break in and get the object, no big deal. It was easy, it seemed — maybe even too easy. Gathering together, you and your comrades executed your plan perfectly…

But, someone must of been a rat.

As soon as you got your hands on the item (a bloody USB thumb drive, for the record), alarms started blaring and the cops came in through the fucking windows. Sure, you could have tried to fight them, but you were outnumbered 6-1. Somebody threw you down the river.

Hands went into the air. Game over.

Two weeks later

Prison, you’d found, wasn’t that bad. Maybe it was because of your boss’s connections, maybe it was because of the organization you were a part of. Either way, people didn’t really pick fights with you. They left you and yours alone.

You didn’t know who the rat was, yet. Everyone who had been a part of the job was there in the pen with you. They’d given you all different sentences, 25 years or longer with little to no chance of parole…

One day, you and your crew all receive a visit from your boss’s second in command — who happens to be your lawyer, as far as the Bolingbroke Penitentiary officers need to know. All of you get together in a meeting, and he gives you an update on your ‘family.’

“There’s going to be a get-together next Tuesday. At around 2:30 PM. Should be a riot. Your friend’s really sad that they won’t get to pick you up for this.”

What? You’re not stupid, are you? Start a riot. Next Tuesday. 2:30 PM. Don’t fuck this up, or you’re gonna get real used to these prison walls.



3 positions open for the criminals in prison. If you choose to be a person in prison, your rank is a Knight.
The rest can be part of the organization or just joining. The ranks available to you are a Knight, a Rook, or a Pawn.
If you choose to be a Pawn, you are a new recruit.

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The following roleplay will contain shootings, drive-bys, murders, gangbanging, drinking while driving and drug abuse which will be performed under the supervision of real-ass gangbanging ass killing motherfuckers. Accordingly, SUP Productions must insist that no writer attempt to reenact any murder, shooting or additional activity performed in this RP. Keep it real homies.

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@JaceBeleren Take your time friend. If you want we have a discord, which is here: discord.gg/qAJps in which most of us are present. It might make it easier for you to do relations! I know Nallore is there :)

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Collab with: @Silent Observer
Location: The Hallway
Interacting With: Each other, Lala @Lovely Complex, Temperance @Viciousmarrow


The bell was gonna ring soon, right? Christopher Robin had checked out of the ‘where should we go’ discussion bloody ages ago, it simply wasn’t going his way. At least his boy Jar was on the right path. And Lala was fighting his battle with the bitches. All he really had to do was chill out and drink this here chocolate milk. Yeah, life was pretty easy for ol’ Winnie the Pooh. Girlfriend carried a thermos of chocolate milk everywhere, had a high libido, bitched out people who jumped on him for tantrums; his parents were rich, and that enabled him to go to the alps anyway, and it made it pretty easy for him to dick off and snowboard whenever he got the chance — not that he’d be a bum forever, just until he got his own money rolling.

Then he had his little group of homies, that is to say: Jareth, the dude who tried to keep up and made music or something to that effect, Remy, the dude who kind of came as a package group with Jareth (the fuck kinda hippy ass name was Remy, anyway?), Mariah or Desi or whatever, the girl who was very (like, seriously) tiny, had Jareth’s virginity, and a continual supply of gummy bears (which she was sometimes open to parting with), and then Temperance (who like just hung around Lala sometimes it seemed) she was okay, and like blonde, but really he didn’t have too huge of an opinion on her.

And then of course his boy Ryan, who in a shocking move, also voted for the Alps. Right on. Alpward bound or someth—

Jareth had once again lost himself in his own thoughts, and the music playing through the one ear bud that he had in. He had said his piece, what was done was done. It’s not like the official vote was today anyway and, honestly, he was used to being broke as fuck, so any trip would probably be a little bit fun… especially if it was free. Ignoring the rest of the class for lack of interest, or care, Jareth was only roused from his daydreaming by Remy being suddenly at his desk. The blond boy set a folded piece of paper down on his desk, one of those silly football-shaped things, circa middle school. “The fuck is this?” Jareth murmured, just barely above whispering volume.

Remy wasn’t one to pass stupid notes, like, ever - so this was intriguing, to say the least. Jar was unfolding it to read when Remy, Judas himself, announced that his vote was going towards Italy. That little rat bastard! Whatever, he’d be hearing it later for that. Jareth opened the note and read the writing which, while still pretty, was not Remy’s handwriting. Temperance? As in Remy’s cute, soon-to-be sister, Temperance? As if there was anyone else with such a name. Why would she want to meet with Jareth, and why send a note to ask? Jar hazarded a glance over to the blonde, who was currently blushing a violent strawberry red.

Oh—

BRINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG

Holy fucking shit you just never get used to that thing…

Christopher Robin’s head snapped up as the bell exploded into his ears. Why couldn’t those things ring to the beat of the Dre song? You know…

”Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong
Keep their heads ringin’”


Like that!

The whole class shuffled up and out of their seats, some muttering continued conversations about the senior trip. Jareth hung back, still a little bit stunned by the realization of what the silly folded piece of paper in his hand might mean. He was probably overthinking it, maybe it was something school related… yeah. That didn’t keep his palms from feeling clammy, though. Welp, there were only three minutes from now until English class started, so he better get a move on and face the music - whatever melody it might be.

Friday, the original motion picture was a good movie, wasn’t it? Man, he’d have to watch that when he got home. Oh, hey, wait. Where’d everyone go? Lala was gone, Desi was gone, only he and Jar remained… Weird, that like never happened. Standing up from his desk and adjusting his sunglasses that were hanging on his shirt, Christopher Robin tapped his friend on the shoulder. ”Yo, earth to Jar. What’s up, dude? You’re zoning hard and my man Mr. Clarke here has got shit to do, and it ain’t babysittin’ us.”

“Uhh-” Jareth replied rather unintelligently as he swiped up his patch-and-pin covered backpack and stood up. “Tempy sent me a note about wanting me to meet her before English… which is like… now. I dunno why.” he said with a shrug. It wasn’t a lie, he didn’t know, he just had a feeling.

Christopher Robin flipped his shades opened and pulled them on as he leaned down onto Jareth’s desk, putting his hands on either side of it as he nodded slowly. ”Let me tell you why, Jar.” Christopher Robin reached up and pulled one side of his sunglasses down slightly (people unaccustomed to Christopher Robin’s antics may have wondered why he put them on in the first place — dramatic effect), ”Jareth, my brother… she wants to suck your soul through your penis.”

The left corner of Jareth’s mouth turned up in a smirk. Sure, he was pretty nervous because… well fuck, it’d been a while, but he was excited too! “Yeah, one can hope.” he replied nonchalantly, “It’s definitely not for homework help—”

”Of course it ain’t for homework help, my dude, you’re a dumb motherfucker. Now come on, we gotta get out to the hallway I have thoughts I must converge. Thoughts that came to my mind during my nightly ritual of a joint and a bag of popcorn.” Christopher Robin gestured and started to head out of the classroom.

Jareth slung his backpack over one shoulder and followed after. “Oh boy, this should be good. Lay it on me.” he opened once they were out in the hall. Whatever it was better be quick, surely he’d already wasted a whole minute being… stupefied.

”Alright, so I’m chillin’ and I’m snacking away and I’m watching YouTube videos and I click on a video dedicated to my favorite lil furry bastard, that’s Conker, the poor little squirrel who gone and had himself a bad fur day for our amusement some fifteen years ago in 2001 on the Nintendo 64 console. Now, as you may or may not know, there is a copy of Conker’s Bad Fur day on campus—”

“Yes, I know. I kind of have a hot blonde waiting on me, can I get the short version?” There wasn’t any bite to his words, but his friend could get pretty long winded, and Jareth didn’t want Tempy to think he was being a dick. Or ruin to his chances of being able to do something with his -- yeah, well. Get to the point, CR.

”We gon’ rescue Conker. We gon’ save him from his prison. And we gon’ take him and the entire Nintendo 64 down to the shack and we gonna play it. Now you may be thinkin’ to yourself ‘Oh, Tigger, you got such mad stacks! Why don’t you go buy it yourself!?’ Well, I’mma tell you why, and that’s because dammit, my mama raised me right and she raised me to take matters into my own hands and I ain’t lettin’ that little squirrel suffer in that lockbox no more!”

“Wait…” Despite Jareth’s previous encouragement to speed this conversation along, he stopped and turned to look Christopher Robin dead in the eyes. “Are you implying that we are going to engage in an act of breaking and entering?” he asked in a serious tone.

”That is correct. Although, really it’s more like a hippy thing? We’re freeing a squirrel. He’s just digital.”

“I’m in.” Jareth said simply, and then began walking back towards their next class again. A rebellious, low key criminal act? Hell yeah, Jareth was in! He didn’t care much for video games, but it might be fun to have around when they get stoned in the smoke shack. “Where? When? And are there gonna be ski masks?”

”Here, the den. This weekend. Probably, I’ll consider it. I should probably briefly consult with my girlfriend before I do this, she usually has pretty good plans. But I mean like… Joe will probably just give us the key…”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Jareth replied with another signature smirk. “Let me know officially after you talk to your girl. I gotta go and... maybe get a girl of my own? Shit. How do I do this? Does my hair look okay?” he asked as they were rapidly approaching the hall the English classroom was in.

”Dawg, check it out. I’ve been in the longest and best relationship of all of our peers, and the secret is. You just wait until she’s sleeping, then ya kiss her. Boom.” Christopher Robin said, snapping his fingers for emphasis. It had been that easy for him! Jar was at least like… 10% as cool as he was, and Temperance was hopefully maybe as good as Lala.

Well, nah, no one was as good as bae. But hey, there was a chance that she’d sleep with his boy, so whatever.

“What?! That’s creepy. Yes, I know it worked for you, but for the rest of the world that’s like… date rape or something.” Jareth sighed dramatically. It was looking like he was on his own here. “Thanks anyway.” Jar closed and headed off to greet the local hot mess express.

Christopher Robin made a face in his friend’s direction. Oh, yeah, so creepy. So creepy it got him in a (hopefully) lifelong relationship with the only woman his heart would ever desire. Speaking of which… Christopher Robin polished off the last bit of the chocolate milk and sauntered into the English classroom, plopping down next to his girlfriend at their shared desk. ”Jar says I’m creepy. Am I creepy? Hi, baby.” Christopher Robin punctuated his statement with a quick kiss on Lala’s lips and then turned his attention to the teacher.

Learn time go time.



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