Plank Sinatra

Lunar Raven || A Fairy Tail RP

Is there a new link for the Discord?

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

It seemed as though the group's cumulative morale had skyrocketed as they grew closer to Vegas than Los Angeles, and Aleks was no exception.

Las Vegas was one of his favorite cities on Earth. It was like Valhalla to him - the casinos, the food, the boxing, the MMA, the roller coasters, the little "driving experience" companies in the desert where you could drop a few stacks and put a harem of Italian fucking rocket ships through their paces on the dirt tracks. After AJ had deigned to let Chris drive the RV on the first leg of their journey, Aleks had sat still and contemplative, revealing nothing - all while frantically Googling several such potential tracks on his phone, wondering who would complain if he and AJ turned up at 2:30 AM with the keys to the garage and a few thousand dollars. He would talk to AJ about it later; by now he had a good idea of who would and wouldn't be amenable to eleventh hour requests from rich douchebags.

His initial sojourn in Las Vegas two years ago had only been for a painfully short week; last year he had made sure to extend that time a few days at a time, always finding something else he wanted to do or make plans around, to the point where he spent almost the entire damn summer in Nevada. Eventually Chloé had grown fed up of waiting for him to return home and gone seeking out the prodigal son in Vegas for herself. That had only doubled the fun. By the time school rolled around, they had been semi-seriously considering their first fucking casino robbery. He was in charge of the getaway car, and she was the gun plug. It was the first time in Aleks' life he thought he knew what it was to be in love.

Then school had resumed, Los Angeles dug her fingers into Aleks, and he and Chloé had returned to the status quo. From his perch on the couch in the Bellagio lobby, Aleks found his gaze drifting over to her briefly. She was standing at the edge of the seating melee, practicing her best Transcendental Meditation while the smell of blood grew thicker in the air. Aleks could not have given a fuck about the sleeping situation if he tried; he had been playing musical chairs with mattresses for so long, and slept so rarely on them, that he wasn't even positive he could discern them apart by sizes. If the hotel said they were king size, he would just take them at their word.

Nate plopped down on the couch too, clearly eager to avoid any of the ritual murder about to take place if Val didn't get her way. Aleks raised his eyebrows at him in silent understanding, mouth tightening into a stifled smile, and winked briefly at his too-nice-by-half friend. He understood the retreat impulse. He had been planning an escape route of his own if this trip went down in flames before Colorado. He could go to Montreal, maybe. Or Shinjuku, spending the summer on a pub crawl of love hotels with the cast of fucking Sailor Moon in tow. Anywhere but near this catastrophe.

It seemed like they'd come to a decision on how rooms would be assigned, at least. When it came time for mint selection, Aleks merely stuck his hand up in the air for whatever color mint AJ wanted to throw at him; he assumed that he and Chris were already a package deal when it came to room assignments. Sure enough, AJ tossed him the appropriately colored mint, and he popped it into his mouth contemplatively.

"Alright losers. I don't know about you but I'm hungry."

You were nauseous for half the ride, that's no shock.

"I'mma throw my bags on the bed nearest to the balcony - DIBS - and take my boys—" Aleks blinked as his name as implicitly called, looking up from his Apple Music "—out on a date.”

Oh, we're friends again. Aleks smiled and nodded before looking back down to Janet Jackson.

"Feel free to do whatever you want until like seven...ish. _{Then we'll get ready and make the night our bitch.} We got two keys per room, so if you want to be a keeper of a key, you _{best keep your phone charged at all times because I don't want to have to call poor Miss...}"

He had begun selectively tuning AJ in and out for relevant information, leaning against the railing in the very back of the crowded elevator and lip reading as best as he could. The bridge was coming up, and he hated having to rewind songs.

_{I'm not a prude, I just want some respect
So close the door if you want me to respond
Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is control
No my first name ain't baby, it's Janet--}

"We totally got this."

_{"Miss Jackson if you're nasty."}

Aleks smiled innocently. He was listening. They totally got this.

Their suite seemed like it had been prepared for them personally. He hadn't been keeping track of who kept what mint, but he saw Chloé, Katie, and Reyna drift off to explore it, which meant that it would likely be him to bridge the peace between the lads and the ladies if someone got too belligerently shit-faced tonight. That would be manageable. Aleks, for his part, drifted off to the kitchen to explore the dishes and what was in the fridge, opening one cabinet after another and gliding on his feet to Miss Jackson. When he was done, he nudged the fridge door closed with a knee and hopped up on the counter.

"We'll need to stop at the store when we're done with lunch, bratan," Aleks called out. "No chocolate syrup in here. The best White Russians use chocolate syrup. Chocolate tastes better. At that point, of course, it would not be truly white, and the drink itself is not truly Russian. Is actually cocktail created by American Karen whores to mock proud culture in the first place, so fuck its faithfulness to the source material. You'll like it with chocolate."

Lunar Raven || A Fairy Tail Int Check

I'll have to see how my schedule works out in the coming weeks, but I'd be interested if it does.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

I've been trying to find the time to do a CS for this on top of my other RPs and moving apartments, and as much as I wish I had the time to be a part of this I can't seem to put anything together. If it's still accepting down the line I'd still love to join, and until then, wishing all you guys the best, but I'm going to have to drop for now.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

Aleks blinked when AJ's palms brusquely slapped at his own fingers. He felt the sting only on his fingertips, and when he saw AJ moving to strike he reared back defensively, evading most of the irritated swat. He rose up to his feet beside Chloé, holding his hands up in a placating gesture at his friend.

Oi, oi.

He tilted his head back to swallow the final bite of his roll, thankful for Chloé taking her food off his hands so he could effectively communicate. At least her fingers in his hair felt good; he was grateful for his best friend's soothing presence, or else Aleks might have even been tempted to reply. But he knew that it wasn't coming from a place of malice. Val had hit him in the nuts. It was pretty mean of her.

Aleks let out a deep breath, wondering if he had just imagining his pulse jumping up.

He probably was.

"Alright, man," he said gently, hands only lowering slightly. "I'll be inside if you need me for anything."

He backed up towards the door of the RV and followed Ivy inside.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

The Zephyr Extinct

I'm here, I'm sorry! I had finals week this week and it's been an absolute nightmare after a couple months of Zoom classes. But it's finally over, so I should have time to get a post up this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest. If you want to make a post before then @Mokley then I don't mind pulling double duty on my next post to catch Iris up.

(Because I have the time to do that now! It rules!)

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Me explaining the story so far to the lurkers.

@DeadDrop

Looks like I've been caught red handed, judging by my recent visitors.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

Interested.

Meadow University

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Let's heat it up with this number!

Dana's breath was leaving her in short, staccato gasps, but her exhales were little more than afterthoughts; it was oxygen that mattered, oxygen to her brain, keeping the fire in her eyes and heart lit. Normally she was up and out before the dawn hour, but this morning she had chosen to sleep in. An ill portent had struck her the night before, a feeling that the day she would be confronting when she opened her eyes would be a hellish one, better spent in bed until the storm blew over. Her heart had been fluttering while she rolled from side to side, reclined on her back, and tried to pinpoint what exactly the clenched feeling beneath the surface of her chest was. When she finally determined it was, in fact, a fearful impulse - the idea of hiding from the real world underneath her covers, maybe exchanging cute texts with Shiloh and Cass, or having Lola provide her status updates from relative safety - she felt her blood start to literally boil, and her sleep became a frightful place, full of angry nightmares and bizarre details.

She could feel her heart fluttering now, and it brought her a vengeful glee. A giant grin had unfurled across her face. She was burning the cowardice right out of that motherfucker.

Ready?
O K!
Here we go!

Academic probation. The thought made her feel as though she was choking on her own hot blood. Where she came from, if some dried up bitch had attempted to do that to her, a blanket ban sprayed with all the efficacy and care of a Gatling gun, she would have found herself in a steakhouse after hours, being held down and served her own...her own fucking fingers! Yeah! Like diced cucumber! Her feet began pounding the pad beneath her, and she thought she imagined a faint acrid stench in her nostrils, like a tire fire. Good. The idea that her socks were on fire, or that she was scorching the pad beneath her, was a delusion Dana could get behind. It would only motivate her.

Academic probation. Forget that she hadn't even fucking been there, she wasn't even sure who had done what! Oh, there was the video online, but that? That was a fight! Fights were an expression of poetry through the body, a good way to get off steam, they were...they were just fights! Hardly worth a drastic blanket punishment over the whole grade! Let that wrinkled cunt Beaumonte grapple with four goons trying to pull her into the back of a Kei van and see what she thought about showing a little fucking fight. I miss Kobe.

Although judging by the looks of that party, it was Shibuya she really should have been missing.

Feet flying, Dana stuck a thin index finger out and pointed it in a wide radius, soaking in the worship of an imaginary audience. Her hand rose up to her face, forming a two-fingered V over her eyes as the sirens and BPM of her challenge song rose, rose, rooooose--

dropped.

I'm so impressed I could cry! Thank you very much for your best dance!

Academic probation.

Her feet were a blur for the final flurry, and then she had conquered PARANOiA Revolution.

Dana was staring at her immaculate score, slim chest heaving underneath the tank top she'd thrown on to game. There was sweat across her brow and arms, and she felt as though her legs had been tackled out from under her by those damned meatheads from the party, but that was alright. What was important was the cowardice in her heart - namely, that she didn't feel it one bit. Dana felt as though she had volcanos for limbs and a geyser for a heart. Fuck yeah. Motherfucking fuck yeah.

She plopped backwards from her pad, landing on her disheveled-looking mattress and grabbing for her phone. She'd skipped a text from her mother, around the time her mother knew she would be up exercising. She would normally be afraid that Kikuko had wrecked her own sleep schedule, but the woman had always kept odd hours. When she was young Dana thought it had meant her mom was a superhero.

To: Mom
school is going well. i am with all my friends 
:)

Her heart wasn't calming down one bit. Good. Let it suffer.

To: Cassi
what the fuck. that foul evil bitch. i will slay her before they can deport me
motherfucker. what the hell even happened
how could she fucking do thi sto us
*do this
fuck. bitch
did you do anything??

Fuck. He will know I'm upset. That was all she needed, that moody Korean pout in her face on a day when she would need friends more than ever - to tie that old bitch up in the trunk of a car and feed her to sharks.

To: Cassi
:)
:)
(●♡∀♡)

Fooled him.