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Current E S P A Ñ A A A A A 🥳🔥❤️😭
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Hala, España! 🇪🇦⚽️💃🏽
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The end of an era... Bye, Euphoria ❤️
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Where are the slice of life roleplays? 💔
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Sometimes the best things in life come when you least expect them! 🥰
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In Pines Holler → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Sugar and Spite Here's character #1!


In Pines Holler → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Good morning all!

Just wanted to share a quick update that Mollie will be working at Smokers Paradise Smoke Shop instead of Huskers! After discussion with the GM, we have decided that only two additional characters will be accepted to work at this location

That being said: great sheets and characters so far! I'm very slowly working my way through them, but I love what I'm seeing so far!
In Pines Holler → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dallas

<Snipped quote by Sugar and Spite>

I initially posted that I thought it was interesting, so hopefully that scraped me into the bucket. XD

Valentino "Valen" Lockwood | 34 | Law Enforcement | #75779c
(FC: Bob Morley}

I would have volunteered him as an abusive ex for Dallas except I think she's too young, haha. I will say I'll probably give him a vice, like alcoholism, which is why he's physical at times. He's constantly trying to stop drinking and always goes back to it.



Dallas with an older guy... Miss Girl has a problem type 🫠🙃😂

Okay but the idea that she goes from someone from law enforcement to the recently released ex-con is too amusing to me! I'm for it if you are! 🥰 PMs are open if you'd like to discuss! If not, no hard feelings whatsoever.
In Pines Holler → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dallas

<Snipped quote by Sugar and Spite>

I initially posted that I thought it was interesting, so hopefully that scraped me into the bucket. XD

Valentino "Valen" Lockwood | 34 | Law Enforcement | #75779c
(FC: Bob Morley}

I would have volunteered him as an abusive ex for Dallas except I think she's too young, haha. I will say I'll probably give him a vice, like alcoholism, which is why he's physical at times. He's constantly trying to stop drinking and always goes back to it.



Dallas with an older guy... Miss Girl has a problem type 🫠🙃😂

Okay but the idea that she goes from someone from law enforcement to the recently released ex-con is too amusing to me! I'm for it if you are! 🥰 PMs are open if you'd like to discuss! If not, no hard feelings whatsoever.
In Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting] → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
FC reservations and very small blurb for my cousins done on the OOC. ❤️
In Pines Holler → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mollie McIntyre | Color: 694553 | FC: Samara Weaving
The 27 year-old widow (dead husband was 61 years old and part of the MC) bartender at Huskers' bar. No-bullshit, sailor-tongued woman but one who will make sure you're looked after. Is the older cousin of Dallas King.

Dallas King | Color: 4998be | FC: Isabel Van Gelder
The sweet, sensitive, naive 22 year-old waitress at Lou's Diner who has a soft spot AKA biggest crush ever on a certain recently released ex-con. She and her mother and aunt (Mollie's mother) are Pines natives.

I'd love for Dal to have an ex if anyone is interested in the role! 🥰
In What Are You Listening To? → 6 mos ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting] → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested! ❤️
In Camp Athens - Closed → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


#bc2747 ....|..... outfit .....|..... location

It wasn’t too long after Mikaela started her observations of the field and obstacles scattered around the arena that her attention was called elsewhere. A young man addressed the group, identifying himself as their new leader, River. What followed was a series of subtle lore drops that peaked the newcomer’s interest greatly. Apparently, the previous camp leaders (including one that had passed away, by the sounds of it?) had left a downright mess of things, and a gorgeous girl named Andy had ‘stepped up when no one else did and helped rebuild’ (whom, Mika couldn’t help but think, she would follow to the ends of the earth had she still been their leader). There was mention of something called ‘Pandora’s Box’, which had apparently unleashed horrors that the campers had needed time to recover from– Mika made a mental note to inquire about this later. Finally, the schedule for the next three days and the reason for it was revealed: assessments to get to know the capabilities of all newbies and to personalize and tailor everyone’s training.

River then went on to explain and demonstrate today’s assessment. When Mikaela realized what it consisted of, a gleeful grin spread across her face. River would have no way of knowing this, but Mika used to run the JROTC obstacle course with her best friend Javierback in high school to help him improve his time and earn higher scores in agility testing for Army boot camp. Thanks to her, Javi had taken fifth place out of his entire boot camp class when it came to his agility scores.

Piece of cake.

Mikaela Bravo was as friendly of a person as one could think of. She was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it, and loved to be a part of others’ growth in the sport or athletic goal of their choosing. That approachability, however, was quick to evaporate in the face of individual competition. An aggressive desire to be at the top overtook the daughter of Ares, trumping any lingering feelings of kinship and kindness and turning her into a win-seeking machine. That was why, when her name was called, Mika silently took her spot in the group, taking up position and kept her narrowed-eyed stare fixated ahead like a hawk on its prey.

As soon as the queue to start was given, Mika pounced forward like a tigress reaching for the kill. Her one-track mind seemingly erased everything and everyone around her except the obstacles she encountered along her way. She raced through the tire walk with agility and surprising grace, her legs bent at the precise angle needed to seamlessly complete the task. The first three log jumps were easy to jump over, and she imitated River by using the fourth beam to reach the fifth. Next, Mika tackled the low crawl with expertise, utilizing her elbows and knees to propel herself forward and feeling grateful for the way her chosen outfit protected her limbs from scratches and scrapes. The rope climb was an easy one: after carrying nearly a dozen luggage pieces up an incline by herself, dragging her own body weight upwards twenty feet with a robe was child’s play.

The rope net was where things got a little challenging, with the spikes in the soles of her boots getting caught on the ropes once or twice and taking away precious seconds of her time. With a frustrated grunt, Mikaela slipped off her boots, tossed them in the direction of the finish line and kept on moving. Her bare feet helped complete the rest of the rope swing and the balance beams that came next, providing her with a better grip than her boots probably ever would in these circumstances. When she reached the edge of the pool, Mika slipped off her windbreaker set and tossed it to the opposite end of the space, knowing full well that the fabric would slow her down but that she would get cold as soon as she got out. With a matching red sports bra and boyshort pair, the physically toned Miami girl dove headfirst, surprised at how average the water temperature felt considering it was snowing around them. She wasn’t a competitively fast swimmer, but she was quick enough considering her easy access to pools and beaches back home. More precious time was wasted in sliding on her windbreaker set, but the seconds spent shivering before she’d been fully clothed again had been proof enough that she’d made the right choice.

Before tackling the log ladder, Mikaela dusted her hands and feet to absorb any moisture that could cause her to slip. This once again proved to be the perfect choice, because it helped Mika climb both sides of the ladder and not fall on her ass when crossing the top rung. Finally, there was the long jump, in which Mika was quick in leaping from one side of the pool to the other and landing perfectly on her feet.

The tunnel vision that had kept Mika in focus suddenly lifted like a veil being removed from her face. The girl blinked a few times and shook her head a little, slowly catching her breath with a proud, triumphant grin on her face. Whatever her time was, she prayed it was in the top percentile of the group as a whole. If it wasn’t? Well, let’s just say her bed wouldn’t until her time was up to her impossibly high standards.

“Probably would’ve done better blasting music with my earbuds on or if I hadn’t been wearing those damn snow boots, but I’ll take it,” she said happily, turning around just in time to watch all except but one of her fellow group members reach the imaginary finish line. “Great job, guys! We all made it out in one piece” she congratulated the others, offering them a wave before nearly skipping back to her former seat. She hoped her performance had not only made a fantastic first impression, but hopefully it had earned her the respect of her peers and maybe even opened the door for some conversation starters.



interactions ....|.... Rosalia, Lochlan, Zelia............... mentions ....|.... River, Andy
............... collabs ....|.... none
In Camp Athens - Closed → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


#cf328d ....|..... outfit pt 1 .....|.....outfit pt 2 .....|..... location

While Ariana sulked and pouted in her seat, she couldn’t help but overhear some of the conversations happening around her. At the mention of the word “party” her ears perked up, and she discreetly turned her head in the direction of the speakers. From what she could gather, there had been a party at camp the night before: people had enjoyed a few drinks, danced their nights away, played games, gotten to know each other in basic or more personal ways… The brunette clicked her tongue in disapproval at the thought and crossed her arms even more tightly in front of her, feeling her mood souring further. So not only had she been sent away across the ocean to this hillbilly bootcamp in the middle of nowhere to get nasty and sweaty in the ways she didn’t like, but she had also missed the NYE party back home and the one here at camp… Along with any opportunities to get a head start on making friends and claiming stake to/hooking up with the hottest person at camp.

‘Ugh, what a bummer!’

Mercifully, the daughter of Aphrodite didn’t have to dwell on her first-world misfortunes for too long. A handsome islander man with one of the strongest jawlines Ari had ever seen addressed the group, bidding them a good morning and identifying himself as “River, their new leader and son of Poseidon”. A small smile spread across her pink-tinted lips, thinking of how he probably had siblings named Ocean or Wave or Aqua. This moment of amusement, however, was fleeting, as handsome River went off on a boring explanation about ‘getting camp back on track’, some people named Ajax, Pandora, Valis and Andy; and a plethora of other things Ariana didn’t really pay attention to. She did, however, catch wind of the phrases ‘focus on training not parties’, ‘three days of assessments’, and today’s test being an agility course– a statement that earned a disgusted scoff, eye roll and head shake from the brunette.

This morning just kept getting better and better, didn’t it?

Handsome River explained the course by running it once himself, temporarily pacifying Ariana’s distaste with it all by removing his shirt and showing off a set of chest and arms that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. It was a lucky thing that she ended up being placed in the fifth group rather than the first one, because the Mossos girl had been too distracted by the eye candy to focus on how to run the course properly. What Ari didn’t know was that paying attention to the actions rather than the people behind them would only grow harder with each group that took center stage.

The first group was composed of a man with gorgeous ginger hair, a distinguished tall man who looked straight out of an European royal family, and three dark-haired, fashionable beauties that reminded Ariana of the Winx club girls for all the right reasons.

The second group was all dark-haired stunners. Two girls with gorgeous sun-kissed skin: one with a head full of precious, luscious curls, and one with tresses so glossy and sleek it made Ari want to run her fingers through them. The other two girls (one of them being Miss Miami Mikaela herself) had paler skins, but their light-colored eyes had the Mossos girl swooning. But the man of the group? He was a sight to behold: movie-star gorgeous, a perfect smile, a glimmer of mischief in those blue eyes… Someone she would definitely love to get to know better.

The third group was an assortment of gorgeousness: a girl with hair and eyes like snow and sea, another with hair and eyes like ebony and gems, one with silky ginger hair and a cheerful aura, another adorable one with luscious ginger hair and breathtaking sapphire eyes, and another handsome, burly man with a jawline sharp enough to kill.

The fourth group? God. Every single member had her weak at the knees. There was a beautiful brunette with dark eyes and facial features that reminded Ariana of a certain goddess mother of hers– a half-sister, perhaps? There was also a tall, muscular, blue-eyed man with reddish hair and a matching beard that made her swoon. Rounding it up were two of the most alluring people Ari had ever laid eyes on; who she assumed were siblings based on the matching pairs of piercing, blue topaz-colored eyes, lustrous dark hair and pale skin. They were so captivating that, were she ever forced to pick between the two, she greedily would’ve chosen both. Unfortunately for Ari, she didn’t have much time to admire the beauties that composed her own group before the signal was given for their turn in the course to start.

The daughter of Aphrodite started the course with the sincere, wholehearted effort to try and meet River's expectations. She tackled the tire walk slowly but successfully, even if she did look more like an uncoordinated child playing hopscotch than an athlete or potential soldier. She managed to make it out of the first obstacle in one piece and jump over the first of the five logs before things took a turn for the worse. On the second and third logs, she used the wooden cylinders to prop herself over them and to the next one. The fourth and fifth ones proved to be more of a challenge. It took a few tries and more time than she had to spare, but she eventually put an end to this painstakingly long part of the obstacle course.

Next up was the low crawl, in which the spoiled princess of Beverly Hills did her best impression of a komodo dragon in the wild. “Ew… Ew… Ew… Ew...” the girl repeated like a mantra every time she dragged herself across the sand, grimacing at both her actions and the feeling of her bodysuit’s fabric constantly getting caught in the tiny sand pebbles. By this point, the other four members of her group were significantly ahead; a fact which the mentally tormented Ariana never even noticed. The rope climb was the next method of torture, and not even the pole dancing lessons she’d taken for fun a few months ago could save her from how slowly she reached the top. Then came the rope net bridge: a fun, encouraging time filled with curse words in a handful of different languages every time her foot got caught in the holes of the ropes.

‘Deep breaths, Ari. Deep breaths. This shit is halfway over.’

The rope swing didn’t look too intimidating, Ariana heard herself thinking upon first glance. She remembered playing in a similar one as a child with her siblings back in LA. Still, that had been many moons and like 80 pounds ago, so things were certainly very different since then. With nervous hands, Ariana grabbed the rope, walked backwards and rushed forward. A piercing, dramatic squeal filled the air as she held the rope for dear life, swung over the pool, begrudgingly let it go… And landed right on behind.

But she’d made it to the other side, though.

Letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, the frustrated Ari jogged to the balance beams. She had watched the luscious locks girl from the second group struggle to complete the task because of her shoes (one of the few things she actually took note of), so Ariana made sure to remove her own before tackling the balance beams. Finally, the brunette put her years of gymnastic and cheerleading skills to good use, and she was successful in reaching the other side without much delay. Without wasting any more time (though she was sure those fifteen minutes had run out a long time ago), Ari rushed to the pool, kicked off her shoes along the way and dove straight in. As luck might have it, her ski suit was waterproof, so there was no worry of clothing pieces weighing her down while she swam from one end to the other.

The girl emerged on the other side with an applause-worthy hair flip, sopping brown locks sticking to the nape of her neck while she moved on to the next obstacle. Remembering yet another case of someone struggling with the log ladder due to slippery feet, Ari lightly dusted her own with some sand before turning into Spider Girl and climbing up one side and down the other. By this point, she was aching all over, but the finish line was finally in sight. The last obstacle was the long jump, which she thought she completed successfully… But just as she reached the other side, her heels slipped in the mud puddle created by the previous failing demigods, causing Ariana to fall right on her behind again and land right in the middle of said puddle.

The mud-splattered daughter of Aphrodite remained seated in place for a few seconds, blinking back the tears of humiliation burning in her hazel eyes. This was the first impression these beautiful, magical people had gained of her: a weak, unathletic, spoiled princess with nothing to offer but a pretty face, a banging body, an effortless sense of style… and a sea of curse words and disgruntled protests.

How. Fucking. Embarrassing.

“God, that was fucking TERRIBLE!” Ariana wailed dramatically to nobody in particular as she stood up and attempted to wipe off the mud and dust off of her behind and the back of her thighs. “I never want to do that shit ever again!” She examined her outfit for any signs of damage and scoffed in annoyance at the nicks, pills and holes in the stretchy black fabric of the areas where she had crawled on the floor like an animal during the low crawl from earlier. Instead of bursting into tears and further damaging her already fragile reputation, the Mossos girl chose to channel the disappointment she felt for herself into each angry stomp back to her seat, holding her head up with a dignity she didn’t exactly feel deserving of. With that glossy pout back in place, Ari threw her signature fluffy pink coat over her shoulders again and wrapped it tightly across her figure, desperately seeking the warmth and comfort she needed in the face of such a disgraceful situation.



interactions ....|.... none ............... mentions ....|.... River, Sloane, Sylas, Nate, Maylisee, Andy, Rosalia, Mikaela, Blair, Lochlan, Zelia, Sofia, Callista, Nelly, Mason, Rae, Leo, Veronica, Kacper, Katryna
............... collabs ....|.... none
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