Sixx said
Do you ever read back your own post just like '....Why?
Seriously? I actually enjoyed your post. I felt a little sad when you said your father had died. It was well-written.
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I love those times when you've got a few really good, high-potential stories in the making and all you wanna do is write. It's like all my stars have aligned.
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I also feel like the idea that there is now a hypothesised generational divide between people who used to 'RP' on IM and people who write good content on forums is pathetic. Why start this crap?
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You could also have long-form stories over text, however complaining about long-form, detailed posts (as this began as), seems both ludicrous and worthy of IM.
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Sometime it's less about writing some shitty slice-of-life RP in IM, and more about creating a coherent and valued story among like-minded people. Something you'd need an actual platform for.
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I always forget how quiet it is here in the British mornings. Timezones are not our friend.
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Seriously? I actually enjoyed your post. I felt a little sad when you said your father had died. It was well-written.
Hey. If you aren't doing an RP for 'Abused', I'd be super-interested in that.
Sixx said
I think they're all pretty accurate, truth be told. Funny, too. ^_^
Thanks! I'm glad I could add a little something else.
HellGirl13 said
Yeah, pretty cool.
Thanks again!
Nevermind said
Haha. Great. So, that's everyone, right? I think...Part 2 coming up soon. Like I said, after my next post, it will become more free and we don't have to post in any sort of order. I'll get one up sooner or later.
Great stuff, got a time estimate? Thanks anyway.
Kidd said
Pft, I like Rattata for Justine. French people always remind me of mice. Idk why. I think I get Rosario Dawson--I didn't know who she was but after a google, she does look like an older version of the picture I used for Lillah.
Yeah, basically. And thanks, I'm glad I could think of something good enough. I couldn't think of anything else for the Rosario Dawson one.
Piqsy said
I think the French-mice association comes from ratatouille, the film with the rat? I know they're not the same thing but it's close enough to a mouse, I suppose? But other than that... I only understand the Hannibal reference, but not why.
I kinda thought she looked like a rat at first glance, and Rattata is a pretty well-known reference. Hannibal's the one that makes all the plans in The A-Team. The leader.
Red Fox = Red-headed and sly looking to me.
Hit Girl = She reminded me of Chloe Grace Moretz, who played Carrie in the remake.
Bandman = That was a really bad one, but he naturally looks like the kind of guy who would be in a band.
Captain Nixon = He reminded me of Ron Livingston as Captain Lewis Nixon from Band of Brothers (another poor one).
I'd be very much interested. Never done one of these before. Should I post a CS here or are you going to make another OOC?
Sixx said
...Anyone else playing 'who's who?'
It's in post order, and based on the appearances (except from Hannibal). If you'd like an explanation, I'd be happy to give one, but I kinda want to know what you guys think of the names.
Posted. Hope you guys enjoy it.
"Don't give me that look, Maxxy. You know you're my number one girl! Ay, look at me. Jesus, you're so cranky sometimes, it's ridiculous." Maxxy strolled a few feet ahead, snout stuck up in the air like a Hollywood heiress in downtown Detroit. "It's not like you could've went anyway! This way it's like a bonding experience. We can both go and have a little fun now," Joe Stark whined into the silence. Maxxy was a big dog despite only being three. Taken in by the Stark family from childhood after an incident involving a dog fighting ring in the town, Maxxy had always been Jojo's closest and most loyal friend. Traits which were hard to uphold in Jojo's presence.
Prom wasn't Jojo's biggest priority. Firstly, it wasn't as if anyone would go with him. Sadly, he attracted the attention of outcasted and retributional males, desperate for a niche instead of the preferred cheer leaders who give head on the first date. Secondly, once entered, prom was a difficult event in which to sneak away from to cause havoc. So it would make sense to not directly attend prom, wouldn't it? His plan was to walk in through the fire exit near the gymnasium using a special magnetic key Jojo had commissioned by one of the science nerds after he had worked out the finer details. From there he would wire up the principal's computer to a spare one still hooked up into the server in one of the rarely used Computing classrooms (this had no relevance to anything, Jojo was just curious to see how it would work and how ling it would take for the admins and technicians to fix). Then he would fiddle around with the water supply and hopefully get the sprinkler system to pour down on the nice and shiny attire of everyone in the prom hall. Not his greatest or most genius plan, but it was simple and highly effective.
The school was in sight, only another half-mile up the road. Maxxy must have forgiven him as she dropped back and licked his hand, to which Joe scratched her behind her ears. "Good girl," he muttered, hand on her head. 200 metres away, the school exploded. He had no idea how long he was unconscious for, but a rather short time was his guess as the events he witnessed after he had woken up would strongly signify that it was at most 60 seconds ago. Ringing clouded his ears and he tried to massage them. He spit out blood. Stumble, fall, stand, stumble, fall, stand. Maxxy was at the back of him, headbutting his lower back to keep him moving. Ringringringringringring. Constant ringing. So loud, and it burrowed so deep into his brain he wanted to break his head open and claw his brain out. He screamed for the writhing pain like an earthworm diving into the dirt. The only thing besides the incessant ringing was a Shakespeare quote, 'Hell is empty and all the devils are here!' Was it Macbeth or The Tempest? Probably wasn't Macbeth, it seemed pretty irrelevant to that storyline. Most likely The Tempest.
Jojo slipped and fell. He didn't know what he slipped on, too busy thinking about The Tempest. Could've been arterial spray and grey matter, but he wouldn't know. He was too busy pondering Prospero and his attitude towards just revenge. A miraculous man, if one really thought about. And a hell of a co-ordinator. Maxxy heaved him to a pair of boots in the middle of the road. Why would there be shoes in the middle of the road? The shoes had a face which controlled where they sat then, he decided as a rough, upside-down face appeared in his blurry peripheral vision. Magic face. The mouth like an abyss of absent nothing screaming loud nothings and gesturing towards a grey lego block. No, a grey van. Swirling colours pervaded his sight. The man wrestled Jojo onto his feet and rolled him into the van, where he crudely seated himself at the side. Maxxy leapt in as gracefully as possible with slick blood drenching the smooth metal floor. She sat on his lap and licked his face, the kind of warm attention that almost made him cry. But he was still wondering what was going on. Was he going to be kidnapped? There were one two two three no one three two wait one two three foive? Other people. He leaned back and let his best friend lick away the confusion of whatever had just gone down.
He woke up again when he heard (Jojo grinned at the sounds) of tins and bottles of liquids being flung back. Whatever. He wasn't moving ever again. He was going to sit in that spot for eternity becoming one with the air and one with the atoms in the van. He wasn't moving for jackshit. Except for Magic Face shouting at them and ordering them out of Jojo's beloved van. That would move him. Maxxy padded around on the grass and watched everyone. Especially Hannibal over there, making the plans. She didn't trust him, nor the redhead. She returned to Jojo who was leaning against the van, not entirely in control of his limbs again. "That's one creepy fucker, kidnappin' us and puttin' us in some woods or somethin'. Like he gunna be watchin' us or somethin'," he slurred into the dust cloud growing from the van as it sped away. He turned to the group and eyed them. There was Hannibal, Red Fox, Rosario Dawson, Hit Girl, Rattata, Bandman, and Captain Nixon. Grabbing some of the stuff and squeezing it into the spaces between the folds of a tent and a sleeping bad, he lugged it onto his back and Maxxy clenched a tent between her jaws. "So, Hannibal, what's the plan?"
Prom wasn't Jojo's biggest priority. Firstly, it wasn't as if anyone would go with him. Sadly, he attracted the attention of outcasted and retributional males, desperate for a niche instead of the preferred cheer leaders who give head on the first date. Secondly, once entered, prom was a difficult event in which to sneak away from to cause havoc. So it would make sense to not directly attend prom, wouldn't it? His plan was to walk in through the fire exit near the gymnasium using a special magnetic key Jojo had commissioned by one of the science nerds after he had worked out the finer details. From there he would wire up the principal's computer to a spare one still hooked up into the server in one of the rarely used Computing classrooms (this had no relevance to anything, Jojo was just curious to see how it would work and how ling it would take for the admins and technicians to fix). Then he would fiddle around with the water supply and hopefully get the sprinkler system to pour down on the nice and shiny attire of everyone in the prom hall. Not his greatest or most genius plan, but it was simple and highly effective.
The school was in sight, only another half-mile up the road. Maxxy must have forgiven him as she dropped back and licked his hand, to which Joe scratched her behind her ears. "Good girl," he muttered, hand on her head. 200 metres away, the school exploded. He had no idea how long he was unconscious for, but a rather short time was his guess as the events he witnessed after he had woken up would strongly signify that it was at most 60 seconds ago. Ringing clouded his ears and he tried to massage them. He spit out blood. Stumble, fall, stand, stumble, fall, stand. Maxxy was at the back of him, headbutting his lower back to keep him moving. Ringringringringringring. Constant ringing. So loud, and it burrowed so deep into his brain he wanted to break his head open and claw his brain out. He screamed for the writhing pain like an earthworm diving into the dirt. The only thing besides the incessant ringing was a Shakespeare quote, 'Hell is empty and all the devils are here!' Was it Macbeth or The Tempest? Probably wasn't Macbeth, it seemed pretty irrelevant to that storyline. Most likely The Tempest.
Jojo slipped and fell. He didn't know what he slipped on, too busy thinking about The Tempest. Could've been arterial spray and grey matter, but he wouldn't know. He was too busy pondering Prospero and his attitude towards just revenge. A miraculous man, if one really thought about. And a hell of a co-ordinator. Maxxy heaved him to a pair of boots in the middle of the road. Why would there be shoes in the middle of the road? The shoes had a face which controlled where they sat then, he decided as a rough, upside-down face appeared in his blurry peripheral vision. Magic face. The mouth like an abyss of absent nothing screaming loud nothings and gesturing towards a grey lego block. No, a grey van. Swirling colours pervaded his sight. The man wrestled Jojo onto his feet and rolled him into the van, where he crudely seated himself at the side. Maxxy leapt in as gracefully as possible with slick blood drenching the smooth metal floor. She sat on his lap and licked his face, the kind of warm attention that almost made him cry. But he was still wondering what was going on. Was he going to be kidnapped? There were one two two three no one three two wait one two three foive? Other people. He leaned back and let his best friend lick away the confusion of whatever had just gone down.
He woke up again when he heard (Jojo grinned at the sounds) of tins and bottles of liquids being flung back. Whatever. He wasn't moving ever again. He was going to sit in that spot for eternity becoming one with the air and one with the atoms in the van. He wasn't moving for jackshit. Except for Magic Face shouting at them and ordering them out of Jojo's beloved van. That would move him. Maxxy padded around on the grass and watched everyone. Especially Hannibal over there, making the plans. She didn't trust him, nor the redhead. She returned to Jojo who was leaning against the van, not entirely in control of his limbs again. "That's one creepy fucker, kidnappin' us and puttin' us in some woods or somethin'. Like he gunna be watchin' us or somethin'," he slurred into the dust cloud growing from the van as it sped away. He turned to the group and eyed them. There was Hannibal, Red Fox, Rosario Dawson, Hit Girl, Rattata, Bandman, and Captain Nixon. Grabbing some of the stuff and squeezing it into the spaces between the folds of a tent and a sleeping bad, he lugged it onto his back and Maxxy clenched a tent between her jaws. "So, Hannibal, what's the plan?"
GMT here too. Sorry for being absent yesterday, I was out and about in Edinburgh. This really blew up, huh? Anyway, I'll get going on my IC the now.
Name: Joe Stark (Most people just call him 'Jojo' though)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Normally quite cynical, Joe is that one guy who you don't mind having in your group but not when you're talking about happy memories. If, however, you have a strong craving for sarcasm, dry humour, and black comedy, Jojo is your guy. Typically classed as your average 'funny asshole', he's pretty infamous around the town for his verbal brutality and stunning pranks. People come to him for help in retribution due to his mischievous nature and relatively high intelligence, but is otherwise left to mix with his smallish group of very close friends.
History: Jojo is one of the most normal and average people around. His childhood was uneventful, and so no personality flaws were foreseen. However his pessimistic outlook and quick wits changed their perception of him when he managed to graffiti a piece of art depicting several teachers and head students in a Roman-style orgy whilst also managing to hack the school server and send a letter of concern to every email telling them how they've been 'naughty boys and girls' and parking every single one of the senior students' cars in the gymnasium. It's quite blatant he never managed it himself, but Jojo continues to restate he worked solo. He gained a small crew of loyal jokers who he would conduct smaller prankers with until January 31st, when he would perform his 'Annual Pranking Palava!' in which a prank of enormous proportions would be performed. The school and the police could never definitively tie him and his lackeys to the event, but they always watched him closely around that time of the year.
Appearance:
Clothing:
Skills & Weaknesses: Jojo is clever and quick, however is not as honourable as others. Seeing no sense in injuring himself in order to save others, he will judge the odds on the battle to see if he most likely win. A man of strategic intelligence, Jojo would be almost entirely useless in a social situation relying on his people skills to advance.
Other: Jojo has a pet dog called Maxxy. Maxxy is Jojo's trusty companion, and has seen just about as much shit as Jojo has. A quiet dog who is quite shy, she will stick by his leg, gently rubbing against it to tell him she is still there.
Just let me know if you aren't happy with anything.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Normally quite cynical, Joe is that one guy who you don't mind having in your group but not when you're talking about happy memories. If, however, you have a strong craving for sarcasm, dry humour, and black comedy, Jojo is your guy. Typically classed as your average 'funny asshole', he's pretty infamous around the town for his verbal brutality and stunning pranks. People come to him for help in retribution due to his mischievous nature and relatively high intelligence, but is otherwise left to mix with his smallish group of very close friends.
History: Jojo is one of the most normal and average people around. His childhood was uneventful, and so no personality flaws were foreseen. However his pessimistic outlook and quick wits changed their perception of him when he managed to graffiti a piece of art depicting several teachers and head students in a Roman-style orgy whilst also managing to hack the school server and send a letter of concern to every email telling them how they've been 'naughty boys and girls' and parking every single one of the senior students' cars in the gymnasium. It's quite blatant he never managed it himself, but Jojo continues to restate he worked solo. He gained a small crew of loyal jokers who he would conduct smaller prankers with until January 31st, when he would perform his 'Annual Pranking Palava!' in which a prank of enormous proportions would be performed. The school and the police could never definitively tie him and his lackeys to the event, but they always watched him closely around that time of the year.
Appearance:
Clothing:
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Skills & Weaknesses: Jojo is clever and quick, however is not as honourable as others. Seeing no sense in injuring himself in order to save others, he will judge the odds on the battle to see if he most likely win. A man of strategic intelligence, Jojo would be almost entirely useless in a social situation relying on his people skills to advance.
Other: Jojo has a pet dog called Maxxy. Maxxy is Jojo's trusty companion, and has seen just about as much shit as Jojo has. A quiet dog who is quite shy, she will stick by his leg, gently rubbing against it to tell him she is still there.
Just let me know if you aren't happy with anything.
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