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Current Hi friends, I’ve messaged those who I’ve been role playing with. I may be gone for maybe another month? I’m struggling with irl issues and it’s haulted my writing. Many apologies. ):
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4 yrs ago
Hi friends, I’ve messaged those who I’ve been role playing with. I may be gone for maybe another month? I’m struggling with irl issues and it’s haunted my writing. Many apologies. ):
4 yrs ago
Hey guys! I'm getting replies out shortly, just struggling with writing and connecting to characters right now. Thanks for your patience.
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Replies coming soon!
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I’m still here, doing a lot of cleaning.
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Chloe huh? He had repeated the name in his mind, being sure he had a good mental image of her face to put to her name. When it came to names and faces Hadley was good, better than most really. It was a blessing and a curse because he would remember people even when they would forget about him. The biggest blessing out of that part of him was that it helped him a lot as a professor.

Hadley gave an amused sigh, "Is that so?" He said to her comment on her friend being delicate. Immediately he assumed that her friend was the sort to not be able to hold her liquor that well, as there were some who were too enthusiastic after a few drinks. "She should have a beer - that would take care of it quickly. Or so I've heard. " Hadley never tried the whole "hangover cure" by drinking a beer or taking a shot the next morning to help fight off a hangover but, he has heard from some it's effective. If that person's body could handle that in the first place but that option was gone as he noticed her friend signal to Chloe she was leaving.

Must have been one hell of a hangover. Hadley was empathetic towards her. " That I am, I've been here for a week now." The man replied, elated that the girl had chosen to stay and chat with him. Though he was curious as to why she had instead of going with her friend, not that he was complaining. "Are you as well?" Hadley assumed she was but for all he knew she could live here in Mexico.
Hey guys, I've updated a few ideas for roleplays I have. Feel free to send me your own too.
Hadley chuckled, "Well, I suppose you're right about that." It was true that one could find out many things about a person at a bar. Loose-lipped talk was always inspired by an alcohol induced state of mind. The woman's smile seemed to have reached into her eyes, which were a shockingly deep green. There were few people with green eyes that shade. Had they had speckles of brown in them they could've rivaled his own eyes. She certainly was unordinarily pretty, like a sunflower standing tall and bright in the midst of average roses. Hadley scolded himself in the back of his mind for this comparison. It was only human nature that his eye would appreciate others' beauty but that did not mean it was a valid excuse to think of others so shamelessly as he did of this young lady.

It appeared the bartender's pride had been fairly damaged. Perhaps a few more years in trying to sweep women of their feet and he would become less green behind the ears and become more tactful in trying to gain their affection. Hadley left his glass alone on the bar for the bartender to take as he leaned back in his chair casually, he had turned just enough to face the blonde. Her interaction with the bartender was - interesting to say the least. It was as though she had found amusement in his reaction rather than being condescending in her victory or just downright irritated. "Hm, it seems that I am but I only know from experiance." Hadley said, his eyes flickering over to the now busy bartender. "Maybe next time he would be more... considerate when trying to gain favor from a young lady." Hadley gave the young woman a smile. "Ah, I'm Hadley by the way."

He introduced himself, figuring it would be rude not to. The man stretched out his broad hand for her to shake if she wished to do so. "How is your friend holding up?" Of course, he only knew she had been in not so good of shape due to him overhearing the blonde's conversation with the bartender.
Here is my collection of suggestions & wants.

Bolded is "the desired role for myself”
Underlined is the "most desired plot/pairing"
Normal text is "Open & Interested"

Feel free to PM for your own ideas. I will also add more as time goes on.

    Plot Heavy/Advanced and Mature:

    Queen& Mercenary *PM for Plot
    Mercenary(f)& Target *PM for Plot
    New Born Vampire (f) & Vampire Sire *PM for Plot

    Feudal Era Japan with Demons and Humans co-existing
    (If you’ve seen Inuyasha- that’s the inspiration.)

    Future Space Age with Aliens & Bounty Hunters
    (Space Dandy & Cowboy Bebop inspired, we could have a LOT of fun with this.)

    Casual/Mature:

    FWB to BF/GF - tension, budding relationship, etc.
    Bestfriend's older sister&younger brother's friend
    Badboy & Normal/Shy/Good/Popular Girl
    *Gender reverse of the above

    Fandom :
    My Hero Academia * I have an idea for a female hero character.

write░with░me (カ挨ソ)


Hello all. Please call me Vorn.

I have a full-time job working with the public so I can at least fit in a response or two in a day if I have the time. If I can't find my words to put into a post I can take a while to respond. Usually, less than three to four days, if it's more than that, I will let you know.

That's it about me, here's what I am looking for in a partner:

  • You must be 18+
  • You must be semi-advanced or at least post one quality paragraph +
  • You need somewhat well-rounded characters. No generics.
  • Please be active as you can, I will wait up to a month for a response, anything longer without an update, I will assume the role-play is inactive.
  • Interested in 18+ roleplay? Please message me.
Hadley's brows had risen with a smile that was growing on his lips. "Ouch. What a blow to pride." Was his response after the young woman had ordered another item to distract the bartender who was just smoothly, and underhandedly, rejected.

"Not that I was eavesdropping, miss." That's when his eyes moved to train on her face just after he'd taken the last sip of his drink.

Yes, it was hard not to hear what was being said between the two considering they were both in such close proximity. At first, Hadley thought their conversation was normal, and of course, the bartender was being more chatty than what he probably needed to be, even more so since their conversation indicated they had been acquainted since the night before. Apparently, she and her friend had a good time, and possibly too good of one as it seemed her friend was hungover. That was something he did not miss from his earlier years.

It wasn't until the bartender questioned if the young lady had a boyfriend with her, did they have his full attention. His lips had tugged into a frown as he had looked down into his drink that was ready to be finished off at the time. That was quite bold of the bartender to ask such a thing so forwardly. Hadley would even go so far as to say it had been rude of the younger man. Yet it seemed that the blonde could handle herself well enough to detour any unwanted attention. Her rejection was so well worded it had even taken him aback.

Had it not been for the tone of her voice, a man could've easily taken her words of rejection as an invitation out of foolishness. But at that time, he didn't even have to look at her to know she was not interested in the bartender's advances. Hadley almost felt sorry for the younger man. Women were a lot more straight forward now than they were when he was younger but rightfully so. As a man, he knew what sort of intentions one had with a pretty girl like her.
The bartender seemed to take his time making drinks now that he had more customers. Not that Hadley particularly minded. He had nowhere to be. He had nothing but time, more importantly, the time he had was solely for himself. Taking time for himself and making time to take long trips had been something that was becoming a bit of a routine. At first, it was few and far between that he would go off on his own solitude retreats, but now they were more commonplace. So much so his wife, although noticing his frequent vacationing at first, didn't even question his leave of absence now, no matter the length of time.

Hadley's drink was placed in front of him where he now sat at the bar but his attention was taken off of it when he caught a glimpse of leopard print sunglasses and a mess of blonde curls. It wasn't uncommon for him to observe those around him, especially when his attention was drawn in by another's features that made them stand out from the rest of his surroundings. The woman who sauntered in the bar was young, he presumed she was at most the age of twenty-two. Hadley forced his eyes away from her, knowing it made women (or anyone for that matter) uncomfortable to be openly looked over, but just a glance was all he had needed.

She was pretty, the type of pretty that stood out among the generic sort of pretty. But what made her more than the generic sort of pretty? It could be many things. It was possible that it could be the blonde curls that were a "perfect messy" that made her stand out. There were not too many girls her age with a head full of what seemed to be natural blonde curls just strolling around. Or maybe what made her different was how her tan skin seemed to glow regardless if they were inside and away from the sun's rays. Hadley took a sip of his drink. One hand resting over his copy of The Scarlet Letter and the other letting his glass linger at his lips as the young woman came closer to the bar.

These sort of things were something he shouldn't ponder over. After all she, without a doubt, was the same age as most of his students. A man of his age even having any interest in a woman her age was typically frowned upon, nevermind it being completely fruitless. As if anything would come out of it. His eyes went down to his hands, in particular, his left hand which was ringless. Typically he wore his wedding band where ever he went seeing as he was seeking solitude and not any sort of company, but today he went without it to remind him this was his time to breathe.



Thank you all. (:
Blue skies. Clouds lazily drifting by. The ocean blue crashing against white sand shores full of people; their voices were in a collective hum that could be heard over the seagulls that flew overhead. All of these things were devoid of Hadley Foster as he was present in the world created by the author of the book that he held in his hands. It was a literary classic - of course, as he would be reading nothing less.

The ice in his drink was slowly melting, suddenly causing the ice to fall into each other causing a small clinking noise. In response, Hadley reached for the drink and brought it to his lips as if he was subconsciously instructed to. In that small moment, his eyes had diverted from the book in hand to take in the surroundings of his reality. He was sitting alone at one of the pier restaurant's tables taking in his state of solitude. It had been a couple of weeks since the University had released professors and students alike from the spring semester, and a month since he had last been in the company of his significant other.

A mental image of his wife of many years had appeared in his mind's eye. Her smile, once something he'd found ethereal, was now something that was disoriented as the uneasiness that swelled in his chest whenever he thought of her now. This feeling of uneasiness that rested in his chest was a feeling he had become familiar with over the past four years. Nearly two decades of companionship was now dwindling down to nothing but frivolities in terms of his wife. At times he felt as though he was nothing but another accessory to her; just like the accessories that often hung from her neck or earlobes for sometime before they were discarded as nothing when she was tired of them.

But that's why he was in Mexico, to clear his mind of the stressors that resided at his home in the States. Finishing the liquor in his drink in one smooth intake, he closed the book in hand and tucked it under his arm as he made his way to the pier restaurant's bar. Thankfully the pier wasn't too busy this early afternoon but he had no doubt that it would soon become crowded with vacationers as the afternoon wore on. Hadley sat his empty glass on the bar and ordered the same drink once more, this time deciding to close out his tab as this drink would be his last for the time being. It would be unseemly if he became intoxicated early in the day. He was far too in age to do such a thing.

@LunasRose


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