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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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I can't really post again until we are all in the fairytale world... :(
I haven't done a zombie rp in a while so I am craving one, but not one that is nothing but zombie slaying. I want one that is full of drama and twists and turns. I have an idea for a character that is not the norm for zombie rps. Several characters actually.
We need at least a few more people before I make the OOC
We need at least a few more people before I make the OOC
I would like to do a zombie rp like Walking Dead, plenty of drama and moral choices with consequences like in the show / video games.
If anyone wants to be characters from the Walking Dead that is fine. We could be in that universe or a different one. Anyone who has ideas for storylines or other things please post here.
If anyone wants to be characters from the Walking Dead that is fine. We could be in that universe or a different one. Anyone who has ideas for storylines or other things please post here.
..... *sigh*
*giggles*
*sits in corner with teddy bear*
just waiting for some GastonxBellexAdam action...
(not that kind of action! get your minds out of the gutter people!) *covers teddy's ears*
just waiting for some GastonxBellexAdam action...
(not that kind of action! get your minds out of the gutter people!) *covers teddy's ears*
So how will all the characters meet up? Is there a portal to the fairytale world to fall in to?
I wasn't sure what to do so I added another post with Belle. :)
Belle sighed when the dog spat out the cheese.
"Bruno, come on. Cut me some slack here," she said but the German Shepard just cocked his head at her.
"You have to take your heart worm medicine," Belle insisted. "I'm serious now."
His response was a yawn.
Belle put her hands on her hips. Alright, so she wasn't the most intimidating person around. "Oh you big palooka," she sighed. He put his paw on her knee, wagging his tail. Belle laughed and hugged the large dog. "The puppy act is not going to work on me this time."
He proceeded to lay his head on her knee and wag his tail.
Okay, so the puppy act worked on her every time. Belle spent the next fifteen minutes petting and loving on the large dog before finally getting the cheese into his mouth and holding his jaws shut. She massaged his neck until he finally swallowed.
That was the last of her rounds for now. Belle put everything away and went back to her desk. There was a list of phone calls she had to make, but she decided to take a little break and get back to the world of her book.
The door chimed. "Belle? You're already here? Good God girl we need to get you a life."
Belle looked up at Cynthia, her co-worker. "I have a life," she protested with a smile. "A very full one."
"Let me rephrase that : we need to get you a man."
Belle only laughed and brushed her hair back. "Don't need one of those. They're nothing but trouble. Besides, do you see any man getting passed my father?"
"Forget your father. The guy would have to worship the ground you walk on to get passed your mother," Cynthia pointed out.
They shared a laugh when the door opened. A man came stomping in, dragging a dog on a leash behind him. It was obvious the dog had been hit multiple times. It was whimpering and having a hard time walking. "Someone come here and take this damn mutt!"
Belle put her book down and stood. "What can I help you with sir?" she asked.
"You can take this useless mutt!" he snapped, jerking the dog forward. "Bitch got herself pregnant. I don't need this shit!"
Belle tried to maintain her hold on her temper. "That is why we encourage people to spay and neuter their animals."
The man scoffed. "Like I'm gonna pay so some greedy doctor can get a Ferrari."
"Well then you should have kept her penned up, sir," she added, a warning in her voice.
"I don't need some bitch to mouth off to me," the man snapped and jerked on the leash again. "Take this damn bitch or I'm gonna put her down myself."
Belle reached over and snatched the leash from him. "We'll take her. Now get out of here before I call the cops and have them arrest you for animal cruelty."
The man's eyes narrowed. "Don't threaten me toots."
"That wasn't a threat, it was a fact," she replied, her own eyes narrowing. "And don't call me 'toots', jerk."
She could tell the man wanted to come over the counter at her, but he just tightened his fists and stomped out. Without a word Cynthia went to the window and got his tag number. "Now, to call the cops or call my boyfriend the repo-man..." she mused.
Belle knelt to examine the dog. She was thin and terrified. Belle stroked her soothingly. "It's okay little one. It's okay. Cyn, can you get Doc Sherman on the phone? We need to get her pups checked and make sure that idiot didn't hurt them."
"Got it," she replied and reached for the phone while Belle carried the dog to the back. She talked to her gently as she cleaned her up and placed her in a pen with a thick warm blanket.
"Bruno, come on. Cut me some slack here," she said but the German Shepard just cocked his head at her.
"You have to take your heart worm medicine," Belle insisted. "I'm serious now."
His response was a yawn.
Belle put her hands on her hips. Alright, so she wasn't the most intimidating person around. "Oh you big palooka," she sighed. He put his paw on her knee, wagging his tail. Belle laughed and hugged the large dog. "The puppy act is not going to work on me this time."
He proceeded to lay his head on her knee and wag his tail.
Okay, so the puppy act worked on her every time. Belle spent the next fifteen minutes petting and loving on the large dog before finally getting the cheese into his mouth and holding his jaws shut. She massaged his neck until he finally swallowed.
That was the last of her rounds for now. Belle put everything away and went back to her desk. There was a list of phone calls she had to make, but she decided to take a little break and get back to the world of her book.
The door chimed. "Belle? You're already here? Good God girl we need to get you a life."
Belle looked up at Cynthia, her co-worker. "I have a life," she protested with a smile. "A very full one."
"Let me rephrase that : we need to get you a man."
Belle only laughed and brushed her hair back. "Don't need one of those. They're nothing but trouble. Besides, do you see any man getting passed my father?"
"Forget your father. The guy would have to worship the ground you walk on to get passed your mother," Cynthia pointed out.
They shared a laugh when the door opened. A man came stomping in, dragging a dog on a leash behind him. It was obvious the dog had been hit multiple times. It was whimpering and having a hard time walking. "Someone come here and take this damn mutt!"
Belle put her book down and stood. "What can I help you with sir?" she asked.
"You can take this useless mutt!" he snapped, jerking the dog forward. "Bitch got herself pregnant. I don't need this shit!"
Belle tried to maintain her hold on her temper. "That is why we encourage people to spay and neuter their animals."
The man scoffed. "Like I'm gonna pay so some greedy doctor can get a Ferrari."
"Well then you should have kept her penned up, sir," she added, a warning in her voice.
"I don't need some bitch to mouth off to me," the man snapped and jerked on the leash again. "Take this damn bitch or I'm gonna put her down myself."
Belle reached over and snatched the leash from him. "We'll take her. Now get out of here before I call the cops and have them arrest you for animal cruelty."
The man's eyes narrowed. "Don't threaten me toots."
"That wasn't a threat, it was a fact," she replied, her own eyes narrowing. "And don't call me 'toots', jerk."
She could tell the man wanted to come over the counter at her, but he just tightened his fists and stomped out. Without a word Cynthia went to the window and got his tag number. "Now, to call the cops or call my boyfriend the repo-man..." she mused.
Belle knelt to examine the dog. She was thin and terrified. Belle stroked her soothingly. "It's okay little one. It's okay. Cyn, can you get Doc Sherman on the phone? We need to get her pups checked and make sure that idiot didn't hurt them."
"Got it," she replied and reached for the phone while Belle carried the dog to the back. She talked to her gently as she cleaned her up and placed her in a pen with a thick warm blanket.
......
^is waiting for something to do...
^is waiting for something to do...
While Tamaki was behaving over the top and calling his daddy, as usual, Kyoya studied the group of girls from behind his glasses, his eyes slightly narrowed and not smiling. It was his 'professor studying a new species' look. He assessed them quickly.
The girl who was speaking seemed to be the leader. That figured since she stood out a little more then the others. All she needed was a sticker on her forehead that said "I'm a sassy bitch".
The others were clearly followers. He didn't recognize any of them since they were scholarship students. That meant no money and that meant beneath him, ultimately dismissable in his mind. He adjusted his glasses and gave his gentlemanly smile that was all manners and no feeling.
"Welcome ladies. I am sure our time together will be... interesting, to say the least."
With that he turned his attention back to more important things, such as the profits from the Host Club Calendar he had just put up on their website. It wasn't doing as well as the photo books. Interesting...
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Once Faeya was finished speaking and Nami had babbled a bit like the happy person she was, Arysta cocked her head. "Arysta Kamino," she said in a low voice. These boys did not make her the least bit uneasy. She was still too annoyed with Faeya for making her join this ridiculous hostess club. She had better things to do with her time then sit around and talk to silly boys. And that was all they were, none of them were serious or could talk about anything other than sports and monster trucks and card games.
Arysta's gaze went to the piano, the only thing in the room that got and kept her attention. Without even asking she went to the bench and sat. She didn't know how much time their was until their... clients, she supposed was what they were called, arrived. But she was going to use that time the way she wanted. Perhaps if she just played no one would notice she was there.
Flexing her fingers she started playing...
The girl who was speaking seemed to be the leader. That figured since she stood out a little more then the others. All she needed was a sticker on her forehead that said "I'm a sassy bitch".
The others were clearly followers. He didn't recognize any of them since they were scholarship students. That meant no money and that meant beneath him, ultimately dismissable in his mind. He adjusted his glasses and gave his gentlemanly smile that was all manners and no feeling.
"Welcome ladies. I am sure our time together will be... interesting, to say the least."
With that he turned his attention back to more important things, such as the profits from the Host Club Calendar he had just put up on their website. It wasn't doing as well as the photo books. Interesting...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once Faeya was finished speaking and Nami had babbled a bit like the happy person she was, Arysta cocked her head. "Arysta Kamino," she said in a low voice. These boys did not make her the least bit uneasy. She was still too annoyed with Faeya for making her join this ridiculous hostess club. She had better things to do with her time then sit around and talk to silly boys. And that was all they were, none of them were serious or could talk about anything other than sports and monster trucks and card games.
Arysta's gaze went to the piano, the only thing in the room that got and kept her attention. Without even asking she went to the bench and sat. She didn't know how much time their was until their... clients, she supposed was what they were called, arrived. But she was going to use that time the way she wanted. Perhaps if she just played no one would notice she was there.
Flexing her fingers she started playing...
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