Bee

Queen's Winter Interest Check!

Have you heard of a game called, Tom Clancy's The Division?

If not, don't worry. We could do something that's based on Red Dawn or a large and deadly revolution.

@The Grey Warden

PM me! I've heard of the Division before :)

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

<Snipped quote by QueenOfTheBee>

Eehhhh, I didn't want to be the one to say it.

@Rain

i said it no worries.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@Andromedai your CS is a no-go.

Queen's Winter Interest Check!

~Welcome to my lovely thread!~



Hope you find something you like!

About Me:
I'm an eighteen year old college student who loves to write with other people! I'm guessing by reading that I am a college student, it's pretty much implied that I do have a busy schedule, and that is unfortunately the case! I do try to respond as much as possible, and if I cannot I will inform my partners as such! As for interests, I'm a bit of a geek but I'm much more of a sports fanatic. I've played a variety of sports, from basketball to wrestling. Sports take up quite a bit of my life, but not all of it entirely! I still enjoy video games (Halo, Metal Gear Solid, etc), movies (Big Hero Six, 007, etc), and TV shows! I am familiar with a variety of universes, especially if they're realistic. English is my second language, but don't worry about that. I love talking to all sorts of new people! Feel free to message me even if you aren't interested in RPing! I love meeting new people!

Some Expectations:
This is the hard part, since I have to be kinda mean, but I have to do what has to be done!
Minimum two paragraphs, I do prefer bigger posts but sometimes you can't think of enough content and that's okay!
No ditching! I do want a long-term RP, so I do expect my partners to stick around for a while. If anything rises please let me know! I'm very flexible and willing to accommodate.
Proper grammar please! Some mistakes are fine, nobody's perfect!
Communication is key! Have an idea you wanna introduce? Let me know! Have some criticism? Sure! Something's on your mind? Absolutely! Wanna chat? Always!
Flexibility is a must! I do have a crazy schedule and do have spells of some crazy writer's block! I'm working on letting people know so I don't just leave them!
The Fun Part:

Now that we are all done with the bad part, here comes the fun part! The stuff that I would like to do, at least suggestions, that is. You are always welcome to suggest new ideas if you think I'll be interested in it!
*All pairings are either in FxF or MxF, sometimes even MxM given special circumstances.
*All RPs with me are in a modern setting. I do modern settings best, but I am no stranger to Sci-Fi, or even fantasy if I am enticed enough!
Settings:
College
High School
Military
Police
Everyday Life
Professional Sports
Survival
Apocalyptic
Post-Apocalyptic

Pairings:
Rival/Rival
Cop/Criminal
Cop/Cop
Married Couple
Soldier/Soldier
Soldier/Commander
Trans/Trans
Romantic Relationship (engaged and not engaged!)
Blooming Romance
Crush/Crush

Fandoms:
Halo
RWBY
Red vs Blue
Metal Gear Solid
And many more!

Conclusion:
Congratulations! You've most likely read through this thread! I really do hope you find something you like, whether it be an idea I have already or an idea you'd like to do with me! Send me your favorite song or something like that if you contact me so I can get more music suggestions, and know that you read the thread!

Thanks so much for coming and reading through!

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@_@

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I think most of us are going through finals sooner or later.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The giant Creamsicle rolled forward as Kimberly put it in its place. Her helmet wasn't exactly on yet, as they were just getting set in their positions. Truthfully, she was rather nervous considering one of her biggest idols were right there. Who wouldn't be, though? She wanted to set a good impression and hopefully get noticed. Once she was all set, Kimberly slung her Sparco carbon fiber helmet over her head, right over her luscious brown hair. The visor was left up so that all someone could see was her piercing blue eyes and her very faintly freckled nose. She blinked twice as she adjust to the sudden weight put on her head. Once her helmet was strapped in, it was all business. On the other hand, Samantha had gotten ready. She was right next to the blue Ford Escort. Unlike everyone else here, she wasn't really going to give it her all. Her all wouldn't be necessary to beat people here. Unless someone was actually good enough, then she would crank it up to 100% and really give it her all. It was going to be a blast - and hopefully Samantha would find someone that would a very good candidate for the big leagues. Eventually, Kimberly and Samantha joined in the cadence of four cylinder engines that were preparing to race. Kimberly sighed, letting herself get into the zone she tapped into whenever she participated in anything remotely competitive.

Just pressing the gas pedal gave Kimberly a good feel for the car. It was a purpose-made race car, and it was going to behave as such. It might've had only 250bhp, but it was going to be a challenge to keep steady under racing conditions. Kimberly was confident she could handle it though, it was just another car she could say she drove and won in. To win a race with Samantha Graham in the lineup was something that would make the Caucasian girl filled with nothing but joy. Not as much as having her daughter or the day she married her husband, but still very happy. She would be able to say she whooped Samantha Graham's ass in Rallycross. The lights were illuminated with red, signaling that it was just about go-time. She pressed in the throttle, banging it against the rev-limiter so that she would have the best start possible. As the lights turned green, Kimberly let go of the handbrake and shot forward. Her goal was to take the Joker as soon as possible. As everyone was shooting for the inside corner, Kimberly only went straight. She glanced in her rear view mirror, and Ross was expectedly following suit with the Joker plan. An even closer look would reveal that Samantha had the same line of thinking too. Kimberly smirked to herself as she belted the Fiat down the elongated section of the track. Getting rid of the mandatory longer lap so that she would be able to finish quicker.

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It had been an eternity before Ellie and Seb were finally ready to drop into the party in a rather extravagant fashion. Ellie was very anxious to get this over with. She was finishing up preparations with her white and gold kit, her signature colors. Before Seb checked her, she would check Seb first. Making sure that everything was as good as it could get. Ellie was paranoid when it came to making sure things were okay. If one thing was even the slightest bit off, she would go bezerk and adjust it so it was as good as possible. Better safe than sorry, she thought. They knew that they were the last ones out, but hey, the temptation enticed her big time. Once she was done checking Seb and making sure every bell and whistle was intact and functioning properly, she let Seb check her. She knew there were other people here, so she couldn't be a flirt.

The plane was finally rolling by the time they were already suited up. This wouldn't be the last check Ellie underwent though, and it wouldn't be the last Seb underwent as well. And soon enough, they were in the air and approaching their drop-off point. Ellie double checked her helmet as well, a white helmet just like Seb's, with a GoPro HERO 4 affixed on top of it. Ellie chuckled and shook her head as Seb made a cheeky comment, "Oh Seb. You know I'll be tempted to." She smiled as she received a kiss from Seb, he had been very enticing today, and Ellie quite liked it actually.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

"Look what we've got here... bloody traitor."

Olivia glared into the masked British men's eyes as they interrogated her with questionable methods. Nothing seemed to work on the former SAS operator, and it was rightfully so given the intense training she had suffered through in order to get where she was today. She knew every move they were going to make and made the proper adjustments in order to cope with it. She was no stranger to pain, pain was something an operator of her caliber had to deal with. They had tried pretty much everything Olivia had expected, which was what she was expecting the whole time. Electrocution? Physical abuse? Waterboarding? She knew how to deal with it. They weren't supposed to kill her anyway. And quite frankly, if they had even the slightest bit of brains in them they would know that nothing they were doing was of any actual effect. She was bulletproof to these people, she wasn't even sure if they knew what they were doing. By the way they were stumbling on their words, feet, they were most likely amateurs. It was very funny. They even pistol whipped her for crying out loud, but Olivia just kept her composure. She knew the situation she was going to turn heavily against her favor. In a few hours or so she would be moved even further into England. The closer she was the less of a chance she had to escape. Nobody knew her true story. A former SAS operator gone undercover. It sounded like it was straight out of a movie but that was really the story. The whole plan had gone to shit and here she was. A shithole in the middle of nowhere getting beaten and interrogated rather ineffectively.

She only looked blankly ahead now, having a feeling in her gut that something was going to happen. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad but something was going to go down regardless. Anxiety loomed in her mind, she was trying to read what exactly her gut was trying to tell her. Was she gonna brace for something? Was this the last she would see of the outside world? She didn't know. And quite frankly, she was just about accept her fate. The bureaucrats upstairs didn't want any bad shit with Colombia, so it was best that they cut their ties with Olivia and her operation and treat her as if she was a piece of trash. She was going to end up in the British equivalent of Gitmo. It was going to be hard, and definitely undeserved, but what could she do? It was her against the world. That is, until she heard a huge explosion. Gunshots were fired and bodies dropped, but Olivia only opened her eyes to see a certain figure in the shadows. Everyone around her was dead. The shadow came closer and closer to her, before his face was dimly lit up by the lightbulb. She swore to god that she had seen him before. Sometime during something like a SBS-SAS joint operation. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her though.

Whatever it was, regardless, either she was going to be executed death row style, or she was going to be rescued. Olivia hoped to god it was the latter. All this effort just for one person. Soon he was face to face with her, beard on her chin as she stared into his cold eyes. As he finally spoke, her mind made the connections almost immediately. It was the one and only. She stayed silent as she listened to him talk, some of it being slightly muffled due to the distance and the shock from the explosion wearing off. Before she knew it she found herself released from the chair. It was about time. She stood up, feeling a slight pain as she put weight on her left leg. It was probably just from sitting for too long. She rolled her wrist around, before seeing the Glock being handed to her. The weight of the gun indicated it was loaded. She had the chance to just shoot him right there, but why? Why bite the hand that feeds you? Olivia sighed and lowered her gun, indicating that she wanted to follow Merlin. Hopefully what he had in store for her was good. This was going to be a lot of trouble if this was all for nothing.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@WilsonTurner meanie face

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Wilson water you doing???