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“Look at the shell that is you empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over, lost to apathy”
Thread or pm based
One x one
Romance, addiction, loss, comedy, maybe action?
Some character choices for you to play could be a male celebrity who has hit rock bottom [in a heavy metal band, or hit television series, or an athlete] or simply
an “average joe", what ever you want.
The tone of the story will probably be gloomy, raw and gritty. If you are uncomfortable with loss, highs and lows, and addiction this is probably not a good choice
for you. However, not every part of their lives will be so taxing, there will be fun times. They also do not know each other particularly well, so humorous parts will
If your character is also in rehab with mine they could be nearing the end of their stay. They would be trying to rebuild their lives and careers, we would have to
figure out how they would continue to bump into each other after. Maybe they decide to date and move in together & it would be an enormous day to day struggle,
especially because one or both would be famous and temptation to fall back into old habits are all around as in clubs, appearances etc. They also have people who
want their relationship to fail like the manager(s), families, fans etc. The two are probably hiding secrets from one another about their pasts and it could eventually
spill fourth into their relationship as well.
We could both play celebrities, or one could be a celebrity and one could be normal or if you have a different idea run it by me.
These complex characters will go through growth and build a bond in their own unique ways; they cannot be one dimensional in personality; that would be
Impossible and bland.
Doubling would probably be necessary; we could also play each other’s psychiatrists [just a suggestion] who interact with them daily and other random npcs
who move the story along.
I would like my main to be female but I will play a male psychiatrist and other male npcs. My males tend to become over-extreme metrosexuals if they
appear in the story for long periods of time, which may or may not pose a problem to some. All I ask is that your main character be male, from then on
you can play female or male npcs.
We can decide where the rehab is located and the design of the facility, town and so on.
Hunched over more than one side of an elegantly arranged table sits a sullen young man in his late twenties. The breathtaking mahogany wood sit hidden behind the ivory layered table linen, which severely mocked a tiered wedding cake. She had turned his once prized bachelor’s pad into a damned grandmother’s cottage, how embarrassing indeed. For years Zane loathed turning the key to his condo, which “by the way,” she had without word moved into without permission. The days seemed to blend together then with both Zane and Tilly spending the majority of the time in bed but not in a fun way. A laptop sat in front of him as well as organized notes; Tilly “on the other hand” would gaze over at his stern expression lovingly trying hard not to giggle. Perhaps with his head buried within a law book Tilly seized an opportunity one of those nights to whisper gingerly in his ear. She had for months wanted to move forward in the relationship and make their bond official. Probably not hearing any word from those silky rounded lips he grumbled in an agitated state that he agreed.
Leaning forward made the moonlight reflect off each strand of blond hair that effortlessly draped over his face, hiding those enrapturing azure orbs filled with sorrow. One hand held steady a clear wine glass pressed to his bottom lip, not one drop of the sweet liquid had been tasted, however. Scanning over the scene was a bucket of ice propping up a bottle of pink champagne; still fizzing from being opened not too long ago. Zane despised this pink catastrophe they called a luxury but bought it just for her, the crystal decanter holding whiskey was ready in his personal bar for him to sneak a sip whenever she was occupied. Tilly was gone now, this year marked the anniversary of her murder; the killer still at large. Thinking about how she suffered made his grip tighten around the stem of the wine glass in rage. The police did nothing and treated her like another statistic in the large city. That bastard is still roaming the streets enjoying his follies although an innocent woman died for no particular reason. This was just too much to handle.
A chirping cell phone brought him back from the day dream, but Zane felt a sharp pain underneath his hand; blood trickled down his arm when he lifted the broken glass. He must have slammed the drink down without realizing it thus; the linen appearing wet with the spilled wine as well. Using his unharmed hand, he reached into his shirt pocket and glided a thumb along the bottom of the touch screen to answer the call. The phone was held in place by lifting his shoulder to his ear; there were a couple of pieces of broken glass he needed to pick out and tend to before wrapping the wound. Work always disrupted the peaceful late nights, he did not mind however; when left alone that is exactly when nightmarish thoughts arose.
“He--hello?” He had to clear his throat while speaking.
Even though the words were faint, his ear could hear a woman screaming from a distance, she sounded like--like Tilly!
Ashes calmly sprinkled through the air as through the sky had run out of tears, it had not rain in months and a terrible drought set in across cities. Imagine mass ruin in gray scale with smoke vapors lingering in what little atmosphere was left. The world had run amok and raids had burned everything clean down to the gristle. What were left were easy pickings for the scavengers, everyone roamed alone, and trusted not a soul. Luna, on the other hand, had a trusted partner in crime, through every crumbling building these two struggled along with just a bag held together with safety pins and duct tape. A canteen held an odd concoction of drinking juices and if she were lucky it would taste edible. Her best friend was not picky in the least which was one plus when tagging along with a Rottweiler named Future.
Dangers loomed consistently, no matter what hour. Dusk had fallen cloaking the environment in mock wandering shadows. Crumbling rocks echoed and played as a theme song would accompany a hit television series. Luna’s worn sneakers the faded color of crimson crunched the battered earth below as she and Future trudged fourth in search of sustenance. Hopeful jade hues scrutinized the surfaces of an abandoned convenience store; usually these spots were the first to be cleaned out, though she could never be so sure. Her body moved forward toward the building and through the broken door frame, the glass had been shattered long ago. Both Luna and Future moved delicately around the glass shards, the dog had stumbled upon glass before and knew these glistening pieces would slice through feet and paw alike relentlessly.
“Hmm..ah! There!” An excited tone could be heard from Luna as Future lunged toward a round rusted can of fruit cocktail. He sniffed and pawed eagerly at the object before Aria’s rough hand quickly snatched the dented can away with a sly grin. She could not be any happier because these were the times to treasure the most, her belly would once be content again; they did not know when the next meal would follow.
“Let’s open this beauty up shall we?” Aria plopped down onto the rotted wooden planks of flooring and slung her denim bag toward the ground as well. Her initial can opener had broken long ago and a make shift one was rigged together using nails and a worn sock, the material would act as protection from the force of puncturing the can multiple times by hand.
“Care for dessert? Of course you do you big bear.” She joked while continuing to jab the lid until the bits of fruit could easily flow through. Future outweighed Luna whose petite frame could barely carry two cartons of milk if the occasion called for it. As for Future, his muscular stance could still be shown through that matted fur. He seemed to have kept a steady weight, she made sure of this because he was the only protection she could count on. They needn’t stay too long none-the-less, more aggressive foe were always patrolling; in search of sitting ducks that they assumed included Luna and Future.
I love to write and read but my minimum lies between 500-700 words, I can go past the thousands but that is usually mirroring or starter posts. Please be able to give
meaty paragraphs or mirror, would appreciate 2 paragraphs [5+ sentences] at the very least.
If you god mod I’ll politely ask you to rewrite your post.
Rp will contain addiction, grief, romance but no smut & occasional comedy to lighten the mood. I am not opposed to add action such as gangs and so forth.
Please add twists & turns to the plot, let’s write this story together.
Please be 20 or older IRL.
Character should be no younger than 21.
Ooc chat is welcomed via pm, we need to discuss the rp consistently to keep it alive or if it's time to end it and if you simply want to shoot the shit. I want to rp
with members who collaborate.
Feedback is crucial be it positive or negative, I can’t read minds and neither can you.
Understand that I will never pm you asking for a reply, ever. If you do not respond within 7 days via ic or pm to inform me you want a
break but are active within the forum website; I consider the rp abandoned & will no longer wait or participate in it any longer.
However, if you come back from real life issues [and have told me you were going] depending how long the hiatus, we may be able to start where we
The 7 day rule is also an easy way to escape or disappear from the rp if you so choose, it’s not the preferred method but everyone has free will & I am
not going to beg or demand a response. I am interested in rpg with people who actually communicate and care, seems like a lot to ask for but I have
There are many aspects to plot out, the possibilities are endless really so if you have any questions feel free to ask here or pm.