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Youth Gone Wild (M looking for F, 18+, mature storylines)
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Lately I've been having this itch about doing roleplays revolving around youths (18 - early 20s) that doesn't quite fit into the society around them, so I'm setting up a request thread specifically for these kinds of roleplays. What I am presenting here are my initial ideas that I would like to develop further with a roleplay-partner, and are in no way plots and ideas that are thought all through, they are starting points for further plotting. So if something sparks your interest or you have an idea along these lines you think I will like don't hesitate to tell me about it.
I am looking for plot and character-driven roleplays. I also enjoy more than one main character with several storylines interweaving together, but this is not a must though. I'm also flexible about time period, if I'm looking for a specific time period I will say so.
I am looking for roleplaying-partners that are 18 years or older.
In a small town in the middle of nowhere
There is something about a smalltown-setting with the freaks as the main focus that sounds like a lot of fun. Think late 80s or early 90s, before Internet to make the isolation even greater. Maybe a gang of metalheads about to finish high school or just having finished. Not going to college, so some might have a job, some don't. Ever in opposition against the small-minded town, and getting the blame for everything that happens. Maybe there is a girl from the right side of the tracks looking to do some slumming as well?
The Big City
Pretty similar to the small town-idea, only in an urban setting. We could do something with gangs, maybe something around urban decay. Anything from living on the streets to Beverly Hills could be of interest here really, as well as anything from suburbia to the inner city.
On the Road
The basic idea here is somebody needing to get away from someone or somewhere, but that leaves us a lot of wiggle room. We could go back to the sixties and someone wanting to go to San Francisco, or we could have someone escaping an abusive home only to end up on the unforgiving streets in a big city. Or we could have someone just drifting around on a road trip that never ends, maybe they are hitchhiking with truck drivers?
Empire Records
This will be based on the movie Empire Records, which follows a rather eventful day at a local record store. It's the feeling of the place I'm looking to recreate here, where the owner both hires those going down a bad road in an attempt to help them, as well as the prom queen, which makes them a rather eclectic group. They also have a lot of freedom at work, as long as the job get done of course. This would be set in the mid-1990s, before downloading music from the internet killed records stores like this one.
Reality Bites
Youth without a purpose, they might be seniors in high school or just having graduated but not attending college. They don't know what they are going to do with their lives, but they have dreams. This could be their story.
Dazed and Confused
Loosely based on the movie. The last day of school and all kinds of shenanigans ensue, or another similar setting could work as well. Basically youth high on life (and more) doing stupid but fun things. It doesn't have to be set in the 1970s, it can be any era.
I am looking for plot and character-driven roleplays. I also enjoy more than one main character with several storylines interweaving together, but this is not a must though. I'm also flexible about time period, if I'm looking for a specific time period I will say so.
I am looking for roleplaying-partners that are 18 years or older.
In a small town in the middle of nowhere
There is something about a smalltown-setting with the freaks as the main focus that sounds like a lot of fun. Think late 80s or early 90s, before Internet to make the isolation even greater. Maybe a gang of metalheads about to finish high school or just having finished. Not going to college, so some might have a job, some don't. Ever in opposition against the small-minded town, and getting the blame for everything that happens. Maybe there is a girl from the right side of the tracks looking to do some slumming as well?
The Big City
Pretty similar to the small town-idea, only in an urban setting. We could do something with gangs, maybe something around urban decay. Anything from living on the streets to Beverly Hills could be of interest here really, as well as anything from suburbia to the inner city.
On the Road
The basic idea here is somebody needing to get away from someone or somewhere, but that leaves us a lot of wiggle room. We could go back to the sixties and someone wanting to go to San Francisco, or we could have someone escaping an abusive home only to end up on the unforgiving streets in a big city. Or we could have someone just drifting around on a road trip that never ends, maybe they are hitchhiking with truck drivers?
Empire Records
This will be based on the movie Empire Records, which follows a rather eventful day at a local record store. It's the feeling of the place I'm looking to recreate here, where the owner both hires those going down a bad road in an attempt to help them, as well as the prom queen, which makes them a rather eclectic group. They also have a lot of freedom at work, as long as the job get done of course. This would be set in the mid-1990s, before downloading music from the internet killed records stores like this one.
Reality Bites
Youth without a purpose, they might be seniors in high school or just having graduated but not attending college. They don't know what they are going to do with their lives, but they have dreams. This could be their story.
Dazed and Confused
Loosely based on the movie. The last day of school and all kinds of shenanigans ensue, or another similar setting could work as well. Basically youth high on life (and more) doing stupid but fun things. It doesn't have to be set in the 1970s, it can be any era.
So what you are saying is that I peaked with that last post, and it's all downhill from now?
Well, its homemade and yummy, what else is there to know? :)
Well, its homemade and yummy, what else is there to know? :)
No worries. It wasn't like I sat around in the dark looking at the messenger trying to will you to log on. *coughs* No, really I wasn't...
Miss you too. And in other news I'm eating one of my mothers homemade breads for breakfast, so tasty. :)
Miss you too. And in other news I'm eating one of my mothers homemade breads for breakfast, so tasty. :)
Katelyn said
Just got in the kitchen and cooked, yes cooked. Nothing like getting flour on your nose and being barefoot in the kitchen. *smiles*
What did you cook and why haven't you shared?
And I was taking it easy...
It had been a good life, once. Samuel had been living the American dream. A big house, a job that payed well, a beautiful wife and two wonderful children. Matt and Jane, eight year old twins that he loved more than anything else in the world. He even had an old Corvette in the garage he was working on, and on Sundays he played golf with his boss. He was going places.
When the disease erupted Samuel thought it would soon pass over, like the bird flue-craze had, as well as the swine flue-craze, but it didn't. It never went away, it lingered, it outstayed its welcome, it fucked everyone over. Soon people around him starting getting sick, colleagues and people at the golf club. It was getting closer and closer. And then his wife got sick. When she was diagnosed Samuel didn't think it could get any worse, but of course it soon did. She deteriorated quickly, falling victim to the disease. Her behavior soon turned erratic, and her once beautiful skin was soon filled with boils and open sores. There was nothing Samuel or the doctors could do to help her. But the worst part was how it affected Matt and Jayne, they were terrified, afraid of their mother. The innocence of youth lost forever.
The hardest thing Samuel ever had to do was telling his children that their mommy would never come back home, that she had gone to heaven. And that the way mommy had been behaving at the end wasn't really her, it was the disease that had made mommy act like that. But how could they truly understand? Their last memory of their mommy would be the crazed version of her, the sick version, acting more like an animal than a human being, not the loving mother she had been. It gave them nightmares, terrible nightmares. But at least the twins had each other, maybe they would get through this together?
Then Jane got sick.
If seeing his wife dying in front of him had been tough this was torture, soul-wrenching torture. Seeing his beautiful daughter, a spitting image of her mother, fall victim to the same disease that killed her mother almost destroyed Samuel, but somehow he managed to stay strong. He had to, for his children.
And soon it was only him and Matt left. Matt was convinced that he would die next, and the nightmares got even worse now that Jane wasn't around anymore. Samuel tried to convince Matt that everything would be okay, but in his heart Samuel knew that it wouldn't be. He could feel it in his bones that Matt would soon be gone as well, and so would he. All he prayed for was that Matt didn't have to watch his father die as well, Samuel knew that he had to hope for his son to die before he did to save him more even more mental anguish. If it hadn't been for the fact Samuel had to stay strong for Matt he would have ended his life right there and then, but he couldn't, he had to be there for Matt, be strong for him. He couldn't abandon his own son like that.
Every night they both woke up several times a night. Matt screaming from his nightmares, and Samuel with that sickening feeling in his stomach that told him Matt was sick. He checked Matt several times every night to make sure he wasn't sick. It was only a matter of time before they both would break down.
Of course, Matt got sick and died as well.
By now Samuel was numb, he had cried himself dry and his once infectious laughter was a thing of the past. Burying his son next to his wife and daughter he knew he couldn't stay here. Not here, not around all those memories. He had to leave. He didn't care where too, as long as it was somewhere else.
And with that he left his shattered life behind, expecting nothing but a lonely death somewhere in the big wasteland that the United States, and the rest of the world, had become.
When the disease erupted Samuel thought it would soon pass over, like the bird flue-craze had, as well as the swine flue-craze, but it didn't. It never went away, it lingered, it outstayed its welcome, it fucked everyone over. Soon people around him starting getting sick, colleagues and people at the golf club. It was getting closer and closer. And then his wife got sick. When she was diagnosed Samuel didn't think it could get any worse, but of course it soon did. She deteriorated quickly, falling victim to the disease. Her behavior soon turned erratic, and her once beautiful skin was soon filled with boils and open sores. There was nothing Samuel or the doctors could do to help her. But the worst part was how it affected Matt and Jayne, they were terrified, afraid of their mother. The innocence of youth lost forever.
The hardest thing Samuel ever had to do was telling his children that their mommy would never come back home, that she had gone to heaven. And that the way mommy had been behaving at the end wasn't really her, it was the disease that had made mommy act like that. But how could they truly understand? Their last memory of their mommy would be the crazed version of her, the sick version, acting more like an animal than a human being, not the loving mother she had been. It gave them nightmares, terrible nightmares. But at least the twins had each other, maybe they would get through this together?
Then Jane got sick.
If seeing his wife dying in front of him had been tough this was torture, soul-wrenching torture. Seeing his beautiful daughter, a spitting image of her mother, fall victim to the same disease that killed her mother almost destroyed Samuel, but somehow he managed to stay strong. He had to, for his children.
And soon it was only him and Matt left. Matt was convinced that he would die next, and the nightmares got even worse now that Jane wasn't around anymore. Samuel tried to convince Matt that everything would be okay, but in his heart Samuel knew that it wouldn't be. He could feel it in his bones that Matt would soon be gone as well, and so would he. All he prayed for was that Matt didn't have to watch his father die as well, Samuel knew that he had to hope for his son to die before he did to save him more even more mental anguish. If it hadn't been for the fact Samuel had to stay strong for Matt he would have ended his life right there and then, but he couldn't, he had to be there for Matt, be strong for him. He couldn't abandon his own son like that.
Every night they both woke up several times a night. Matt screaming from his nightmares, and Samuel with that sickening feeling in his stomach that told him Matt was sick. He checked Matt several times every night to make sure he wasn't sick. It was only a matter of time before they both would break down.
Of course, Matt got sick and died as well.
By now Samuel was numb, he had cried himself dry and his once infectious laughter was a thing of the past. Burying his son next to his wife and daughter he knew he couldn't stay here. Not here, not around all those memories. He had to leave. He didn't care where too, as long as it was somewhere else.
And with that he left his shattered life behind, expecting nothing but a lonely death somewhere in the big wasteland that the United States, and the rest of the world, had become.
The workshop was quiet except for the sound of chalk writing on the blackboard. There were a lot of shelves in the large room, containing materials, tools and finished and unfinished projects. Next to the large workbench Ken Smith were standing in front of his blackboard drawing up his latest idea, hooks he could attach weights to. At the moment he was considering different designs for the hooks, and he would be building every one of the ideas to satisfy his curiosity. The one he was drawing at that moment was inspired by the harpuns being used to catch whales, where barbs shot out once the harpun hit its target, making it impossible for the whales to free themselves from the harpun. Ken Smith wondered just how much weight he could put on that hook before it tore the human meat to shreds. It would be a fun experiment.
Working as a interrogator for the mafia Ken Smith was feared in the underworld, known for his methods and pure sadism that could get hard-boiled mobsters turning away about to throw up. Having made a name for himself in New York he had relocated to Miami when his the boss had told him it would be better if he relocated, and Ken Smith had done as he was told. He always did. He was very loyal to the DeMarco-family, they had given him a comfortable life and plenty of plaything, but his loyalty stopped there. Except for the DeMarcos themselves everybody in the organization were just a potential plaything for Ken Smith, and the expression on the face of a plaything who had witnessed his work and knew exactly what was going to happen was priceless.
When he had decided on how the hook would be designed he went over to the shelf with the materials, picking out what he needed and carrying it over to the workbench before getting the tools he needed. The only sound that could be heard was those Ken Smith were making as he worked on the hook, and that was the way he preferred it. He never listened to music when he worked, just the news when he was having his dinner, the rest of the day his house was shrouded in silence. Ken Smith enjoyed the silence, and when he worked he forbade anybody to talk, cough or anything else that made any sound. The silence made the work more intimate, he could pick up on all the small and interesting noises his playthings made. The smells became more intense as well, and he could really loose himself in his work and passion. Unless some annoying enforcer were standing right next to him demanding answers. The enforcers had no class, they didn't understand the beauty of his work, for them he was just a tool to get the answers they needed, and he delivered those answers every time. Oh how he loved it when he got to work on an enforcer, they were usually the biggest cry babies of them all. Not so much fun when on the other side apparently.
After working for a while Ken Smith suddenly put down his tools and went upstairs, it was time to have a cup of tea and sort through todays mail. With a bit of luck some of the books on those tribes doing headshrinking had arrived. Ken Smith had a huge collection of books and other artifacts delving into the more depraved parts of humanity, and it was his only other passion and interest.
Working as a interrogator for the mafia Ken Smith was feared in the underworld, known for his methods and pure sadism that could get hard-boiled mobsters turning away about to throw up. Having made a name for himself in New York he had relocated to Miami when his the boss had told him it would be better if he relocated, and Ken Smith had done as he was told. He always did. He was very loyal to the DeMarco-family, they had given him a comfortable life and plenty of plaything, but his loyalty stopped there. Except for the DeMarcos themselves everybody in the organization were just a potential plaything for Ken Smith, and the expression on the face of a plaything who had witnessed his work and knew exactly what was going to happen was priceless.
When he had decided on how the hook would be designed he went over to the shelf with the materials, picking out what he needed and carrying it over to the workbench before getting the tools he needed. The only sound that could be heard was those Ken Smith were making as he worked on the hook, and that was the way he preferred it. He never listened to music when he worked, just the news when he was having his dinner, the rest of the day his house was shrouded in silence. Ken Smith enjoyed the silence, and when he worked he forbade anybody to talk, cough or anything else that made any sound. The silence made the work more intimate, he could pick up on all the small and interesting noises his playthings made. The smells became more intense as well, and he could really loose himself in his work and passion. Unless some annoying enforcer were standing right next to him demanding answers. The enforcers had no class, they didn't understand the beauty of his work, for them he was just a tool to get the answers they needed, and he delivered those answers every time. Oh how he loved it when he got to work on an enforcer, they were usually the biggest cry babies of them all. Not so much fun when on the other side apparently.
After working for a while Ken Smith suddenly put down his tools and went upstairs, it was time to have a cup of tea and sort through todays mail. With a bit of luck some of the books on those tribes doing headshrinking had arrived. Ken Smith had a huge collection of books and other artifacts delving into the more depraved parts of humanity, and it was his only other passion and interest.
Swords are fun, would have been fun collecting those as well.
Good times have been had today.
*sleepy time*
Good times have been had today.
*sleepy time*
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