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    1. Leaves 11 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
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9 yrs ago
I'm just going to drop this. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
9 yrs ago
Is there someway that I can report the person below me?
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9 yrs ago
This roleplay gives out free cookies. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
9 yrs ago
Trapped in TV Land Cliche roleplayerguild.com/topics/…

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Wear a Wall-Mart vest and act like a greeter. Stay motionless at the front door with no eye contact. When someone passes you, say "Go fuck yourself," in a very monotone voice.
@1Hawkeyes

If you have any questions feel free to ask, I feel I might have rushed the quality of the post.
Marcus Winters


Marcus took a step back. His face expression took a sour turn. The teen felt that his ears mislead him. Clapping his hands together, he brought them to his face and exhaled a large amount of air. Marcus couldn't look at Curt and cracked his neck by instantly looking to the left.

"If this is going to be a competition, all you're going to taste is the silver medal," Marcus snorted. He brought his eyes back to the lizard man. It was a tough call but Marcus was going to rely on all of his strength and power to fight. It was not Marcus' first fight; however, he never had the opportunity to spar with a lizard hybrid.

He wasn't solely fixed on fighting, but the idea of possibly being free was something he could not pass up. Kurt seemed like an okay of a person despite the scaly figure. Though in this situation, winner takes all, right? Marcus was beginning to have trouble questioning his morals.


Narrative


It was then that the teens prepared themselves. Something queer was happening to the room. The adolescents were losing the balance as the room shifted and stirred. The walls were expanding and the floor was becoming distorted. The entire process was nauseating. Imagine a roller coaster ride traveling in a room full of crooked mirrors; that would not be as imbalanced and sickening as this room change.

The white tiles began going through color palettes. Splotches of blue and green were appearing. The ceiling started distancing itself from the teens. Words could not describe the changes that occurred.

If the teens were to react, they might be hit by more shock. After overcoming their imbalances, they would notice the oblivious changes to the room. A white void was no more. Everything had shifted to fit a different environment.

The ceiling was non-existent. All that could be seen overhead was a bright, blue sky. Clouds were slowly drifting outward. In the distance, a sun was showing face. Buildings stretched out in the distance. The floor beneath Marcus and Kurt wasn't tiles; there was gravel under their feet.

The white void had morphed to an exact replica of a busy street. By closer inspection, the street appeared to be one of Tranquil City's. The only difference was the absence of citizens and noise. It was completely empty, almost unsettling.

A voice had erupted on the microphone again. "Initializing setup. Okay, maggot, listen up. These convicts are dangerous individuals that have terrorized Tranquil City. They leave corpses, blood, and tragedy in their path. Proceed with caution. They have been implemented a deal to dispose of you in exchange for a shorter life sentence. All convicts must be eliminated to pass. Good luck." The mic then turned off.


Mr. Russo


Mr. Russo clapped his hands together rapidly. His face was grimaced when he realized his methods were unresponsive. "What is wrong with you?" He exclaimed. The military man began stomping around to generate a reaction. "Did I use too much sedatives?"

Mr. Russo stood over the unconscious girl. He expected for her numbness to wear off like the other two adolescents. Russo kept another person captive in a separate room. The army captor snapped his fingers. "Titanium skin, huh?" The military soldier acknowledged the men of the project were already beginning their test.

"You should have already started yours by now." He kneeled down to the girl; she looked sound asleep. "I guess we'll need something more to wake you up." A portal had opened beneath the woman.




The titanium girl was teleported to the room where the boys located. Her location spawned a couple blocks away from the two men. The spawning point was a bit different compared to the boys though. Much as she would have preferred, her feet weren't on gravel.

Down and down she went. The spawn point was five stories above the ground. Air passing through her body and the robotic voice on the microphone should wake her up enough to use her powers. It was that or become a human pancake.
@1Hawkeyes

I'm about to write another post along with a narrative and I'll give you an entrance into the roleplay.
@Zero Hex

I sense sarcasm. I believe you did not understand my post and misread its meaning. Or you're just giving me a hard time.

<Snipped quote by yoshua171>

Oh but it was as far as my post and the one post adressed to me was. The person responding to me didn't address the examples of other strange sentient animals, just went with calling the character "your ugly creature" after I said I considered it unique and different then made a roundabout insulting statement comparing it to a character known for being both dumb and extremely disliked. You'll notice I haven't touched upon the player himself in my lone short post, that you can go read, because that really isn't my problem. But nice try.


Yeah, my post went over your head. Let me clarify what I meant.

1. The creature is ugly. That doesn't it make it not unique or different. I would run away from it. It's not a pretty animal.

2. I'm not sure how my post demonstrated that I was comparing the sea horse to Jar Jar Binks. The scene from Star Wars clearly stated the argument on the topic.

3. I feel like you were greatly offended for a misunderstanding. That was not my intention.

As Yosh stated, the point was missed.
@1Hawkeyes

I like it, but I do want to inform you that my character does have similar abilities. He can morph his skin into the material he eats. If he eats metal or even titanium, his skin will have those properties. Are you fine with this?
@Leaves I'm a bit confused, is there still room for another teen hero or only the guest forms for support?


There is room for another main character. Thank you for your interest.
@ProPro

Thank you. I'll start working on it right now. I tend to stay up late so you'll definitely have it in the morning.

@Shortcake@Zero Hex

In regards to your ugly creature, I feel we all need to take a lesson from one of the most intelligent movie franchises of all time.

STAR WARS


I believe it was in episode one when one of the wisest men said something of significance. His name rhymed with cannoli?

Yes, it was Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: "You almost got us killed!! Are you brainless?"
Jar Jark Binks: "I spake."
Obi-Wan Kenobi: "The ability to speak does not make you intelligent. Now get out of here."

Sigh, I love Star Wars.
Mr. Russo


Another portal appeared on the wall behind Mr. Russo. The enigmatic soldier approached the gateway. He was prepared to make his exit until he heard Curt's question. His shoulders rolled as he let out a strong chuckle. "You want to know something? I can't give you that answer just yet."

Russo placed his foot into the magical doorway. He turned his cheek to face the two for the last time. "Just imagine you won the lottery. Good luck out there, guys." The military man fully phased through the door before the entire thing materialized.

Marcus Winters


Marcus breathed through his nostrils. He rubbed his face heavily. The impact that Russo left on him was painful but tolerable. The sheer strength and confidence the man emanated was frightening. Marcus grabbed onto his jeans and held him tightly. There were multiple emotions flowing through him and he couldn't decide which one to express.

Marcus became pissed once he realized how easily he was taken. He was disappointed that his rubber skin did not give him reliable protection. Depression was lurking in him once he realized that he might be stuck in this basement of room for the rest of his life. The teen began to pull his hair in frustration.

Marcus gathered his items and stuffed them in his pockets. "Okay, give me what you got," he muttered. "I'm not planning to stay here and I"m not going to give up without a fight." He cracked the air between his fingers. "I'm scared, pissed, and even sad. But I know I have people waiting outside for me." Marcus locked his attention toward Curt. He wasn't initially telling the lizard man but he said it loud enough for him to hear. "So, Street Dragon or Curt, how are you going to approach this?"

Marcus questioned. He did not mention that Street Dragon did not use his real alias because at this point it did not matter. Marcus was aware he lied too but there was no use aknowledging it. That was his thought process.
@Leaves Your primary rival for the position of doctor has finished their CS. I don't intend to rush you, but do you have an ETA so I can judge them side by side like I planned?


Would you be able to give until 11 pm later tonight? If you're in another time zone, that would fetch me 5 hours.

If I don't submit the character application, go ahead and give it to the other individual seeing as how he did turn his in first. If it does come to that, I may just apply for another position or to become a secondary character.
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