WilsonTurner

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Roger that

Ashes to Ashes, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP. (Always Accepting)

At one point or another, I'll have some inspiration to continue writing this- don't whine, I've had more interest in this more consistently than any other rp. Now it's switched.

Also, this is going to be the Hocklyn's version of anti-ground air support.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Woooooooot!

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Go for it, boss.

Roger that, btw.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Also, sorry if I'm overbearing with assumptions- I'm making Noxus a bit more of an eternally-cold/cool Nordic area, since it's so far South relative to the other landmasses. Not exactly rain and snow, but more just a surprisingly lush cold taiga.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

oh, dang, sorry
Do you want to post yours?
I just wrote mine up in the past half hour or so

I've got plenty of time; no need for you to start over, if you've been working on it for a while.

And awesome- I'll check them out

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

He followed her in, right behind her. Subconsciously, he scanned the room, taking note of unique people, placement of bar, tables, chairs, ceiling supports, et cetera. Sliding easily next to her, he waved over the bartender, asking for two of the house's special. Requesting nothing more than vodka-spiked coke, he turned to Amena, just staring for a moment, impassive. This time, he wasn't trying to make a good impression- this time, he was studying her.

And he didn't let up, just staring. After a few moments, he frowned, slightly, barely noticeable. Then he grinned, and leaned back, suddenly relaxed, and apparently accepting of her. "So tell me 'bout yourself, miss Amena," he said, in perfect English again, "Where you came from, where you're going, where you want to go, what you like." He gave a small nod of thanks as he glanced at the bartender, who came by to serve their order. Pushing one of the small glasses over to her, he took a small sip, visibly analyzing the taste, before nodding at the bartender, pleased with it.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Do know that I've never really done a cruel character before, not really. More often, I go more with the honorable kind. Maybe not necessarily nice, but not cruel.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Welcome to the Asshole & the Slave!

Google Picture War