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Arista
PapaOsoAbaddon had been speaking to a young, clearly drug addled woman when he felt a wretched twist of his stomach, as if a knife had been plunged into it. Ever composed, he excused himself and took a few steps towards the bar, peering through the bodies as if they weren't there. The feeling built as his eyes stopped at a seemingly innocuous young woman. Innocuous to the cockroaches, yes. But he was above and beyond. Abaddon felt a little ill at the constant pull of his stomach but smiled anyway. This could be fun.
With the faintest flick of his wrist, the music pulsing through the club changed. No longer was it a fast beat of techno but a slow and near hypnotic song. The revelers seemed to not mind, those who were drug fueled even seemed to appreciate the change.
"There's such a sad love,
Deep in your eyes,
A kind of pale jewel,
Open and closed,
Within your eyes, I'll place the sky within your eyes."
Abaddon moved seamlessly through the crowd, heading towards the young woman who he knew to truly be ageless. The bodies of the sinners moved slowly and time seemed to have slowed down with the music.
" As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense to you,
Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all.
But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down.
As the world falls down. "
AllOurPrettySongs
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It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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Ignoring life for RP like:
Welcome!
This is my bio, where you will find some information on me and what I like to roleplay. You will not find any recipes, nefarious schemes, or insecurities, even though I have a plethora of all those things - as well as a combination of some, like my recipe for homemade insecurity pie. Delicious, tangy insecurity pie.
Pies aside, I'm AllOurPrettySongs. That's a long username that holds absolutely no deep meaning to me, but is simply part of the chorus to a Nirvana song I was listening to when I created my account. You can call me Songs, or perhaps Pretty, because that's the easiest way for me to get a compliment. I don't like Piña Colada, or getting caught in the rain. As far as I can tell, I don't have half a brain. But then if I did, I probably wouldn't know. What I do like is music and movies; if you talk to me about old rock/alternative music, I will be your best friend forever, whether you want that or not. The same goes for movies. If you talk to me about eighties horror, stupid horror we can laugh about (sometimes the lines blur), psychological thrillers, or comedies (and most everything else that I can't be bothered to list), I will never leave your side.
So, roleplay. Why did I take so long to get to the main reason we're all here? Because I don't get to talk about myself a lot. It's my time to shine, dammit. Anyway, roleplay. What do I like? What don't I like? Well:
+ Slice of Life is my thing, and I RP exclusively MxM pairings. Does that mean I can't play other gender and sexuality side-characters? No. No, no. I can do that. No worries. It's just that my main will always be a homosexual male. Does Slice of Life mean that I want fluff all the time? That's another no, because it's unrealistic. There is sadness and conflict in life, as well as other unpleasant emotions and situations. But I don't want something that is really dreary and depressing, because I have my actual life for that. A different way of putting it would be that I enjoy realism, but a reality that could be found in a romantic movie. There's drama, there's conflict, but there's a big dose of sweetness, too. That is not to say I don’t enjoy a cliché or two you’d find in the movies.
What don't I like? How many more question marks can I get in this bio? Well:
+ Smutty RPs, or any RPs that involve smut. No touchy. Our characters can be in love and hold hands and and whatever it is couples do (shop for lawn gnomes together?), but anything other than that is a no-no.
+ Sci-fi. Don't like it, don't really understand it, can't get into it. I will not be partaking.
+ Medieval. Can't get into it and I'm not good at writing it.
+ Historical. Which is similar to Medieval, I suppose. Same reasons as to why I don't do it. It can be a bit of a grey area, however, as it depends on what you class as historical. I love modern settings, and I classify back to the twenties onwards as modern, but I guess it could be classified as historical? Kinda? Probably not really.
+ Fantasy. Again, another grey area. I'm fine with elements of fantasy, but just straight up fantasy is not for me. Same goes for horror. You want to set it in a terrifying place full of terrifying nightmares? Awesome, that sounds fun. But I want romance in there. How? I don't know. We can put our imagination craniums together and come up with something!
+ Along similar lines: Supernatural. Supernatural elements are fine (ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc.), but there has to be that romance. Gotta get that romance, people. Just inject it directly into my vein.
What are my rules? Well:
+ As I said up above, I don't do smut. Sorry, my friends.
+ I only RP with people who are eighteen and over, as I fall into that bracket.
+ I write a minimum of four paragraphs. I can go many more if I am inspired and also not on my mobile. I'm sorry if that number fluctuates, but as I said, I'm sometimes on mobile and it’s uncomfortable to write so much. Plus, replies tend to look bigger than they actually are on mobile, so I might think that I've written more than I actually have if I don't look at the character count.
+ Please be able to write just as much as me! If you'd like to write more, then that's great. I would love to read your clever words.
+ Spelling and grammar. Everyone makes mistakes - I make them, you make them (probably?), we all make them. I'd just like it if you could keep the mistakes to a minimum, and I'll do just the same for you!
+ If you don't like the RP, please tell me. We can try and fix it! If you still don't like it, there's no hard feelings. I really hope that you find a plot you enjoy a lot more! Along the same lines, if you don't like how I write, that's okay. Sometimes styles don't mesh well. I'll wish you luck in finding someone who compliments your own writing better!
+ I'm frequently online but may not be able to reply every time I am. Aside from real life commitments, I'm not always in the mood to write, or may be without my muse for a while. I try to keep up the posting as much as I can, though! And I will tell you when I know that I'm going to be away for a long period.
+ OOC chat is fun, and I like it. If you don't really want to talk to me, that's okay, but I might be a bit sad about that. </3
Really though, I'd love it if we could be friends.
I think that's about it! Likely not, this bio will never be left as is. I am never satisfied.
But if you like what you see here now, why not send me a message and we could maybe roleplay? Or even just have a chat!
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The length is good! I'm not as good at length but I have my moments.
Abaddon seemed quite at home among the bustling bodies that scurried here and there along the street. Sinners unknowingly alongside their reckoning. He gave a slight smile at that; ignorance is bliss. He moved to the side of the pathway and closed his eyes briefly, breathing deep. There was a place of great sin close by, he could smell it. The place was abound with the sins of lust, greed and anger, somewhere he felt he would definitely fit in.
Moving back into the fray, Abaddon brushed against the bodies he passed. With each fleeting touch, he could feel the sins and wicked desires of the individual. A business man who had embezzled thousands. A housewife who longed for an affair and intended to make good on the longing. A youth who had stolen from her father. And, his personal favourite so far, a young woman who had murdered her uncle. These cockroaches bred sin and Abaddon relished.
The smell was stronger now, rising above the fainter smell of the sins of the rabble. He stopped outside of a seedy establishment, realising it to be the source. The Rave . With a smirk, he entered the building, his senses almost immediately overwhelmed. Collecting himself, he straightened his tie and glanced around.
"Sodom and Gomorrah rebirthed." He murmured.
Moving back into the fray, Abaddon brushed against the bodies he passed. With each fleeting touch, he could feel the sins and wicked desires of the individual. A business man who had embezzled thousands. A housewife who longed for an affair and intended to make good on the longing. A youth who had stolen from her father. And, his personal favourite so far, a young woman who had murdered her uncle. These cockroaches bred sin and Abaddon relished.
The smell was stronger now, rising above the fainter smell of the sins of the rabble. He stopped outside of a seedy establishment, realising it to be the source. The Rave . With a smirk, he entered the building, his senses almost immediately overwhelmed. Collecting himself, he straightened his tie and glanced around.
"Sodom and Gomorrah rebirthed." He murmured.
Abaddon awoke with a gasp. He was in the alleyway of a crowded street, slumped against the filthy and graffiti ridden wall. Putting his head in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, gathering his thoughts. Apocalypse.The word rang through his mind and he remembered. He remembered. A malevolent smile started to form as he stood slowly, adjusting his still - thankfully - impeccable suit. Abaddon glanced up at the sky, the sun eclipsed by the buildings that entombed him.
He walked down the alleyway and stepped out onto the street. People were everywhere, chattering mindlessly into mobiles, hurrying to work, getting into arguments that would soon be forgotten. Abaddon's smile turned to a sneer; cockroaches and ants, milling about and bumping into one another. He was impatient to crush them.
"But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of Heaven, but my Father only." He murmured with a dry laugh. No, not even the Father would know of this.
He walked down the alleyway and stepped out onto the street. People were everywhere, chattering mindlessly into mobiles, hurrying to work, getting into arguments that would soon be forgotten. Abaddon's smile turned to a sneer; cockroaches and ants, milling about and bumping into one another. He was impatient to crush them.
"But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of Heaven, but my Father only." He murmured with a dry laugh. No, not even the Father would know of this.
Sorry, I totally didn't notice that it wasn't IC.
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Oooh, yay!
Who shall start?
Who shall start?
If you're gonna get attacked around here, it's probably gonna be by a bunch of pre-teens. Mad Max wasn't far off how this place really is.
Because the drinking age is 18, we get people determined to still under age drink. So you get a bunch of twelve year olds stumbling blind.
ShieldsOfWar saidAustralian Heaven is a giant beach at a nice, warm 25 degrees and everyone is eighteen so they can get excited about finally being able to drink. It's paradise.
Good night my Australian Angel! Btw what is Australian heaven like? I would imagine there would be no bunnies lol, since they desolated the land all those generations ago :)
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