[@Modern Man] Thank you for your understanding. I'll try my very best to keep posting at a respectable rate.
Great writing all round, BTW everyone. Some really awesome stuff.
Great writing all round, BTW everyone. Some really awesome stuff.
Kingfisher
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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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4 IC posts in twenty minutes? Well, today isn't quiet.
Full disclosure; I cant produce posts nearly as quickly as y'all.
Doing my best here, but I cant manage much more than two a week.
Kimberly- Seeking Sanctuary
Kimberly made her way cautiously down the sidewalk, doing her best to blend in amidst the throng of commuters who shambled by. There was still very much a hit out on her head, so the young woman had put her make-up artistry skills to good use; She’d been in the theatre before she was a lawyer, after all.
Her lightly tanned skin was completely done over in a coat of pasty white, pale make-up, complete with a smattering of freckles, and watery grey contact lenses. Her blonde locks vanished beneath a fiery ginger wig, and subtle changes to her walk and posture made Kimberly Kristen almost unrecognisable.
“Excuse me, miss!”
Balls.
Against her better judgment, Kimberly cocked her head to one side, catching sight of the suit-clad duo who’d slipped out of the crowd and materialized next to her.
“Could you spare a moment to talk about the upcoming election?” One of them chirped with a cheesy, salesman-like grin plastered across his face.
“Je ne parle pas l'anglais.” Kimberly said with a slight stammer, doing her best to feign ignorance.
“Fuckin’ mexicans…” One of the men said with a scowl, as the pair vanished as quickly as they’d appeared.
From there it was only a short walk to her destination.
Murphy Quang leant inconspicuously against his cab, dressed in his usual dark shades and jacket, with his thick head of hair slicked back across his scalp.
“Looking for a cab,Miss?” Quang said with a smile,acting as though he didn’t know Kimberly.
He was Ariella through and through, and had been a getaway driver for the syndicate since before Kimberly’s time. He worked as a cabbie on the side, but he also happened to know the location of every Ariella safehouse, and how to get there without drawing attention.
“It just so happens that I am.” Kimberly smirked, shooting him a quick wink.
“Where to?”
Kimberly Kristen gently stepped out of the elevator, which rose ever-so-slightly as it was alleviated of her weight. She’d lost the disguise on the ride over, and had returned to her normal, well-groomed, self.
“Hi, honey! I’m home!” She called out to the room with an air of undeniable flamboyance, batting some hair away from her eyes“You wouldn’t believe the traffic out there!”
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It's okay, nobody will notice Aquamans absence.
Yeah I went there.
The Purple Man
The Purple Man sat with his legs slung over the side of the settee, listening to Abigail Bhatia softly play the piano, her bronze fingers gliding gently over the keys.
“Very nice, Abigail.” He gave her a warm grin, his attention divided evenly between her performance and the plastic tupperware full of egg-fried rice that he held in one hand. He’d never been allowed to eat out of the package when he was younger. Look at me now, mother, you deluded cow.
He’d found Abigail whilst out and about on the town, and had been living with her for the past two days.
The pianist sat across from him, perched on a small stool in front of the great wooden piano, frozen in place, except for her hands which tapped away at the keys like some kind of intricate machine. There was a smile plastered across her face. The same smile that had been there for the past three hours. He had told her to smile.
“Do you sing?” The Purple Man asked, once he’d forked the last of the egg-fried rice into his mouth.
“Not very well, sir.” She said honestly. He’d told her to call him ‘sir’.
“Stop playing. Get up. You’re done here.”
Abigail quickly left, leaving the Purple Man alone in the living room.
The overwhelming mundanity of life was the Purple Man’s greatest advisary. Even when nothing was beyond his reach, all that did was highlight how utterly pointless and arbitrary everything was. If he really wanted to, he could go and take control of a multi-million dollar company, or fuck movie stars. But what was the point?. If the Purple Man had done it once, he’d done it a thousand times, and it had stopped being interesting after the hundredth.
He’d been forced to develope a taste for the finest things life had to offer, in order to prevent himself from going completely and utterly insane. And God’s above, he’d had so many bloody phases.
“Abigail!” He shouted lazily “Get back in here!”
“Yes, sir?” She appeared almost instantly, filing back into the lounge.
“You’re going to drive me to the mall.”
The Purple Man strode casually down the walkway, Miss Bhatia scurrying behind him with a mountain of shopping bags strung over her.
“You look very fetching in purple, Sir.” She babbled.
“I know.” The Purple Man said off-handedly.
“Just fuck off and go spread your legs for another paedo creep on the internet, you fat bitch!”
The Purple Man stopped in his tracks. Not too far from where he was, strewn across the outside of one of the more fancy McDonalds, was a gang of about three teenagers, squaring up to a curvier girl in shorts and a tank top.
“Why do you even dress like that, slut?” One of them sneered “No one wants to look at your gross-ass stomach!”
“You guys are really being dicks.” The girl said quietly, staring at the floor.
“Oh, cry me a river, you fucking lard-ass.”
“Wait here, Abigail.” The Purple man said calmly.
He walked slowly forwards, drawing closer to the group of teenagers.
“Can I help you, mate?” One of the group shot the Purple Man a disapproving look. He was trying to look hard in front of his friends, but the Purple Man could tell that he wasn’t comfortable sassing a stranger, and an adult at that.
“Yes, I believe you can.” The Purple Man nodded his head “Why are you being so horrible to her?”
“P-please, mister, you don’t have to-” The girl began, but the guy who’d called her a fat bitch spoke up first.
“Because she never paid me any attention until I started saying things like that.” He blurted out, looking shocked at his own words.
“Dave, mate-” one of his friends started to laugh, but the Purple Man cut him off.
“Don’t interrupt him.” The Purple Man said calmly but firmly “Go and stand over there.”
The boy did as he was told, moving quickly away.
“Now,” The Purple Man turned back to Dave “why do you want her to pay you attention so badly?”
“Because she makes me feel good,” he said “I like spending time with her, but I get all nervous when I try and tell her that.”
The Purple Man nodded slowly “Do you not think she’d appreciate you being upfront with her?”
“Yeah, but I’m worried about what my friends would think.”
Dave’s mates stood, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide-eyes.
The Purple Man turned to face the girl.
“You can do so much better than these wankers.” He said plainly “You deserve so much better.”
The girl watched him, tears pearling down her cheeks, and leapt forwards, pulling the Purple Man into a tight embrace.
“T-thank you…” she sobbed “you’re a good man.”
“No, I’m not.” said Zebediah Kilgrave, sadly, as he turned and walked away.
Due to scheduling issues with my personal life I have no way in hell to keep up with the pace of this game, and as such will have to bow out this time.
Sorry to see you go, fella.
Less snark, more posts!
Zub Zub.
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Thanks for your contribution, how's life in 2008?
Good, thanks. Just invested all my money in oil stocks in Syria.
I do wonder, should I just have gone with making Moon Knight a full-on crazy murderhobo who just happens to be a master of disguise rather than 'Basically The Shadow but with better tech and maybe a god in his head?'
It would probably have fit better with contemporary depictions of the character that mostly focus on the craziness and violence aspects, and it might've been equally entertaining...
I'm not sure.
Needz more dragonz, bro.
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