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9 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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9 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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9 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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9 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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9 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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Liam Matthews



Location: #10 Aunt Sue's Inn --> Jake's
Interacting With: Sutton Smith @Morose



Liam paced back and forth as he listened, he'd been on the phone for the past hour with a spokesperson from FEMA regarding the earthquake that morning in California. On one hand, he hated fieldwork, he'd much rather be sitting in the newsroom in New York having this conversation than in his hotel room in a smalltown Inn in the place where the end of the world was meant to be happening. On the other hand, he loved being out, seeing a story develop first-hand, and being the first person to compile it for CNN to put together into a report that evening.

"Yes, everyone's thoughts and prayers are with the dead and missing, and i'd be happy to help you put that statement to air, but to do that I need a statement from you saying that you don't know how to conduct the search and rescue operation! You've got the next hour until they air, so figure out what you're going to say, and say it." Hanging up the phone, Liam lowered his phone from his ear and brought his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The small desk in his room was a mess, covered in reports, statistics, both his laptops, and a small printer he'd managed to convince the owners into letting him borrow, it was almost as messy as his desk back in New York, almost.

Things had been a lot easier back in New York, at least before everything started going to shit. Nowadays Liam longed for the time when the most exciting stories they had were oil rigs exploding and leaking millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, or an election, or even a fucking tornado. Alas, it seemed those days were well behind them now, he was almost on a first-name basis with the people at FEMA by now.

Moving to stand, Liam tucked his phone into his pocket and grabbed his notebook. It was still a little while until the town meeting, and he planned to be there, but first Liam planned to get some coffee. Certainly not any of the coffee at the inn, he'd had it the night before and honestly would have rather just poured boiling water down his throat, no he'd find somewhere that could make a decent cup. He didn't bother to change before he moved out, looking exactly like he did during a normal day at work, blue work shirt, black trousers, nice shoes, and a press badge. Heading out onto the street, he didn't stop for a moment as he continued down the way and toward town hall.

As he reached town hall he kept going for now, looking for somewhere the next block down which might've had the capacity of sating his caffeine needs. He decided on Jake's, figuring anywhere with a name as unassuming as that had to be at least semi-decent. Wandering past a bearded man who had just left and seemed in quite a hurry, he pushed open the door and moved inside, glancing about before looking toward the woman who he assumed worked there, considering the fact she was, in fact, working. "Do you do coffee? Good coffee?" He offered a half-smile and moved over to the small bar, grabbing out his wallet as he did so.
I'll jump on the wagon and say if anyone's interested in a relationship with Liam, just send me a PM, i'm trapped in the world of finals right now but i'll reply as soon as I can :)
In --- 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Marcus Williams


Location: Dock 32A, near Helicopter
Interacting with: Alexandra - @Chickn


Marcus glanced from person to person as they all spoke up with their agreement, everyone seemed relatively on board, well, mostly everyone. Marcus watched the larger male, Fenrir, as he seemed to ponder the offer. Rather, he didn't particularly ponder anything, he seemed like he was almost seething at the mere idea of it. Marcus was more amused than anything, both by the overreaction of sorts, and by the whole being of the man. He simply had gotten a bad vibe about him the second he saw him, was almost positive he wouldn't be getting along with him. As a result, at the very least, he was not upset to see him go. He felt a tap on his shoulder then.

"Interesting group of people, isn't it? My name is Alex, by the way. I'd offer to shake your hand, but, well..." Turning his gaze back toward the voice, his eyes settled on the woman, and specifically on her arms. He wasn't going to say anything to judge, after all it'd only be hypocritical. Smiling softly in her direction, a semi-genuine smile at that, he shrugged his shoulders and glanced back around. "It's certainly something." He put it simply as he turned back to Alex, chuckling. "I'm Marcus, it's nice to meet you." Taking a moment to glance about again, everyone seemed to be following a similar lead than Alex, a number of those present conversing over whatever such thing, some seemed to know each other, others just getting introduced. It was an interesting bunch, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to getting to know them all and working with them, it'd been too long since he had a real team of any sort.


Tom Fisher

Location: Altenian Tower Head of Security Quarters --> Altenian Tower Main Operating Room --> Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1




Pulling back on the bolt of his rifle, Tom confirmed that a round was loaded as he moved up to his pod, locking the weapon into place before moving to sit down in the pod, securing himself in place as the doors closed slowly on his, and all the surrounding pods. Isolated radio chatter was over the radio in the pod, and the displays began to light up as darkness filled the closed pod. There was a briefing going on one of the displays, but it was blurred out in Tom's head, he barely heard any of it. What he did hear was the countdown to drop.

He felt the sudden shift as the pod was launched from the carrier, the rattling and shaking of the pod as it slowly began to grow in ferocity, the displays on the pod showing the ground as it got closer and closer. It was all so familiar, so common. The feeling of the pod straining as it broke through the atmosphere and down toward the planet below, the chatter of the radio, the...

...The wet feeling against his face?

Opening his eyes, Tom was greeted to the sight of Winston, standing on his bed right by his pillow, the black cat's head in Tom's face, nuzzling and licking as the animal clearly was hungry. Letting out a quiet groan, he reached up and gently scratched behind Winston's ears as he sat up slowly, glancing over to his clock. 5:56 in the morning, it was good enough. Moving to stand, he filled Winston's bowl and began to get changed into his workout gear. Giving his executive officer a call, he made sure things had been fine through the night and made his way to the elevator.

Heading out of the tower, he began to follow his usual path, it was a well trodden one around the perimeter, and it was one the guards went along often. He passed a fair few of his subordinates who greeted him as he ran by on his morning routine. He was still settling in to a degree, but it hadn't been easy. He hadn't heard much of Tristan until after he arrived, but he had made no effort to conceal his own contempt for Tristan. While others in the tower avoided saying anything to his face, Tom did, often, it wasn't regular for a day to go by without the two being involved in a massive argument. Tom liked next to nothing about Tristan, he was lazy, arrogant, and did things generally in a way which Tom did not like, something which Tom hoped to change, even if it was a pointless mission.

It only took a while for Tom to finish his usual circuit and make his way back inside. Returning to his room, he got into his uniform and retrieved his datapad. Reading through the security reports and alerts he'd missed through the night, he made his way up to the Main Operating Room. He got in just in time to hear the chatter and see Tristan catching the new T-1 in training's ship. He'd been forwarded a report on all the relevant information regarding the ship, incoming individuals, their reports, as well as anything else on the ship. Tom generally got more detailed reports than security chief's elsewhere, it came with where they were. The Altenian tower was a critically important one when it came to military positioning, and so security had to be strong, he made sure it was.

"Smooth catch, Debute." Tom commented as the lead moved past him and out of the room. He refused to use Tristan's first name, or to refer to him by any sort of title like 'Sir' - it was something he reserved for those he respected, and Tristan didn't make that list of people. Glancing toward Craig as he spoke up, Tom moved over to his console and peered over his shoulder at the screen, clearing his throat as he spoke. "I'll head down, someone ought to give her a leg up if she's talking to Tristan." He commented, giving Craig a pat on the shoulder before moving to the elevator, heading down to the hangar.

Reaching the docking port, he stood by the doors as the cruiser settled into its dock, waiting for the new Tower Lead-in-Training to come through as he stood there, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his fingers against his arm idly as he waited patiently, planning out his work for the rest of the day as he waited.

@Morose Here you are friend, took me a bit longer than expected :P

@HushedWhispers

Feel free to toss Liam into any room by the way, I don't really have any sort of preference :)
In --- 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll try to have a post up myself tomorrow morning (around 7 hours for me), I've been trying to throughout the day but my creative juices just weren't even remotely flowing. Sorry for keeping you waiting @Chickn !


@HushedWhispers Here you are, this took me far longer than it should have, but i'm happy to edit bits of it if there's anything you'd like changed :)

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