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In Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hi to all!
@Dirty Pretty Lies @Silver Carrot @Stern Algorithm @Roach @TootsiePop

We just wanted to thank you guys for the bitchin characters and how amazing they all are! To those who are accepted, should you have more than one character, please adhere to the "one post per character" rule.

Jordan and I talked and all of the characters who have been submitted, please refer to Captain America for their fates!





@BrutalBx - Only thing we require you to change is swap out the metahuman reference for mutant or something of the sort. We will also accept a simple "powered person" term. We feel that metahuman is too DC-esque, so that's why we ask you to alter that part. When you do that, you may post Theo in the Char tab.


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In Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Mobius Academy: City in the Sky | A MHA Inspired Marvel RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
The lad may come out of early retirement for this and some of that sweet Saudi Arabia money...
In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Mentions: Jasmine, Lee, Stella


”Kicked out of two schools for violent conduct, arrested multiple times for umpteen misdemeanours, charged with assault and robbery. I must say Mr Hyde, I have no idea why your transfer to this school was accepted. You must have some powerful friends”

The blue eyed demon grinned, quietly musing over the guidance counsellors sheer confusion at his late transfer to Beverly Hills High School. Hyde sat there, bruised eyes, split lip and scratched up hands folded across his chest, a far cry from the faces in the hall behind him. It was bemusing to think that this man had so little idea what his wealthy charges in this school actually did in their spare time; some of the actions of the elite were far worse than the stuff Cameron did. At least when he did his shit, he was honest about it. The move to the 90210 was not initially a choice of Hyde’s; it was a dare gone wild.

During their time at the Chapter Six, Cam and Jasmine were starting to find their rhythm together on the dance floor, drenched in neon lights and seduced by a sensual saxophone, the feeling that whirled around them was utterly terrifying but also so desperately exhilarating that they couldn’t get enough, like the drugs he so readily supplies to the rich bitches he was surrounded by. Then came the moment his North Star ran out on him, of course he gave chase but she was gone, the girl hopped her bike and rode off into the night, leaving him alone. Leaving Cameron Hyde alone was dangerous; without a guiding light, the dark can become way to appealing and on a day like Dare Night, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do. That’s how he wound up in a bathroom stall with a rather influential board member, a line of coke and a hidden camera. Someone had orchestrated this, of course they had. They wanted blackmail material and the monster from maple was the perfect guy to get it. Getting himself enrolled into BHHS was a bonus.

”What is it you actually want to do with your life, Cameron? What’s the goal?”

”I’m not sure” Hyde feigned interest of course. ”I don’t really think too far ahead”

”Why is that?”

Cameron scoffed as if it was insulting that this over paid and under educated nanny didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. It was extremely clear in these few quiet moments that regardless of how they pretend, the people here were from a whole other world. ”Where I come from, it’s not about what you want, it’s about what you got to do to survive. A man must have a code”

”And what’s your code?”

The demon with the face of an angel lifted his baby blues to match the counsellors inquisitive gaze, a very real, palpable hint of menace in them. ”Fuck everyone”

”I was just like you, I grew up hard and I grew up with a chip on my shoulder but then someone took a chance on me. Showed me that I was more than where I came from. I’m gonna give you that chance, Cameron but I need you to work for it. You think you can do that? You think you can be perfect? Go show me”

Leaving the guidance counsellors office, Hyde room a deep breath. This was a different world, it wasn’t dogtown, his old tactics wouldn’t work here. Before he could threaten and beat his way to the top, down by the water he was number one, he wasn’t that here, not yet. He had to be smart, Lee wasn’t going to help him here, he had his hands full with that prissy bitch, Stella. No, the dark passenger had to find new friends, people who could and would get him to where he needed to be; the fucking top. He had to be number one.

This election everyone and their mothers seemed to be talking about, this was the perfect opportunity for the antagonist to make his mark in this brand new world. He couldn’t run for President, that was just idiotic but he could “offer” his services to the right candidate. Someone would know how to use his animalistic nature to their advantage. Evil walked the halls of this school, evil of a different malevolence to his own and he just had to find it.

He stood for second, gazing upon the student body running around the halls and with every passing student, further dangerous ideas of what he could do to them plagued Hyde’s troubled mind. These ideas were so very far from anything that they had experienced before; they were blood soaked and glowing in violence. The night was dark and full of terrors and now so was this place. It had thought it had seen everything, wait until they got a load of him.

”Take a picture, handsome. It’ll last longer” The girl said as she slammed closed her locker, startling Cameron from the awful day dream he dare not share with anyone else. She fearlessly sauntered up to the towering youth and shoved a piece of paper into his hand. ”Come to this, you can stare and take all the pictures you want” she spun on her conversed heel and headed off into the crowded halls.

Hyde opened up the folded sheet and scanned it: it was a poster for a gig ”The Last Saints in Hollywood”

There were no saints in this world of sinners.

In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Featuring: Gwen Morgan & Cameron Hyde
Mentions: Riley@TootsiePop, Brynn@Melissa & Chris@GhostMami

Monday Morning


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“Hey there marks it’s your girl, the one, the only Ace’s Morgan streaming live from my bedroom in all my glory. As you can see, today I’m repping the latest in AWE merchandise, the Gethin Rhys End Waltz shirt available on AWE’s official merch store to celebrate is third world title. Congrats Uncle G. Now onto the important stuff, Dare Night was a huge success. Many a shenanigans took place all in the hopes of winning that hefty sum of prize money. In the end though there could only be one winner and that was, le gasp, one Jasmine Fulton. Word on the street is that she made a deal with the devil in order to get ahead. Don’t worry my dear pets, I’ll get the scoop. On the flip reverse, some of you may know, most of you will not but today is a day to mark on your calendars. Today; hells favourite harlot is joining the BHHS Morning Show. Don’t worry babies, I ain’t going too commercial just yet. There’s still a little indie rock n roll left in this gorgeous bodess. Well, no time like the present so I’m heading out guys, allow me as always to leave you with a new banger to start your day off right: this is Strangers by City and Colour”
Written by BrutalBx
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After finishing the latest instalment of the Asylum, Gwen closed her webcam and returned to planning her outfit for the day. Her gothic room of red pain was a fucking shit hole, clothes and vinyl records littered the floor and the distinct smell of her favourite weed and booze permiated the air.

She sat down at her desk and began to apply some makeup, dark smoky eyes, of course this was a given, some black lipstick was always nice. She looked hot, she knew this, people also needed to know this. Grabbing her phone, the pulled down her new shirt to teasingly cover herself up and bit the bottom of her perfect DSL’s. Snapping a seductive selfie, she scrolled her phone for her boi and quickly hit the send button. Everything was new with Chris and it was exciting. She hasn’t felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

Gwen finally decided on some leather shorts with a bullet belt, some knee high socks and her favourite doc martens. It was time to make her second sensual appearance on the morning show, this was going to be fun. Riley and Brynn were strangers to her; faces in the hall, names in the mouths of acquaintances and whispers in the ever gossiping halls of Beverly Hills High School. The irony that she, the heavy metal queen would be joining such a thing as the Morning show was not lost on Ace at all. Needs must and she needed to get her name out there if she was ever going to get out of this thing alive. The Morning Show was a way to do that.

Driving her Stingray to school, a feeling of nervousness and anxiety washed over Gwen like a violent downpour. It had nothing to do with the show however, no it was something else entirely. It was something she could see pulling into the school parking lot: Cameron Hyde. She had not forgotten about their run in on the boat a while back. She still had nightmares about his angelic face glaring down at her like a rabid dog, his strong hands forcing her against the wall as he snarled in her ear. The memory sent cold shivers down her spine like nothing else could. He was pure evil hiding behind a beautiful mask.

A true, handsome devil.

Normally, the only time you would see the dogtown psycho in Beverly Hills was if he was with McCarthy doing business but rumour has it that he was transferring. God help them all if that was the case. Gwen made the decision then that if he was here to stay, then they needed to become strangers.

Hyde climbed out of his Jeep Wrangler, cigarette in his mouth and bad intentions in his pretty blue eyes. Joining the kids of BH was nothing short of a genius stroke. Tuition was no issue thanks to Lee’s Dare Night shenanigans and now he could be here with his North Star, Jasmine as well as the other fine student bodies that the dirty filthy rich had to offer. He cared about her sure but there were many fine wine collections in the world and Beverly Hills just had so much to offer. Not to mention the business opportunities; these kids had too much money and not enough sense and Cameron Hyde was the perfect person to exploit them. He threw his cigarette onto the floor before checking his reflection in the driver side mirror. His face was a little beat up as usual but other than that he knew he looked like one sexy motherfucker. The monster glanced over the parking lot to see Aces Morgan gawking at him, terrified of course, as she should be. He smiled at her, waving mockingly to her as he did. It was time to see just how fucked up this side of the tracks truly was. He leaned into the back of the jeep, grabbed his bag and headed into the building.

Climbing back into her car, Aces grabbed hold of the steering wheel as tightly as she could in an attempt to control her breathing and force herself passed the panic she was feeling. Eventually she found herself in the studio with R and B and it wasn’t as awkward as she had anticipated, in fact it was actually quite light and easy. A good thing of course, it helped her brush away the dread that Hyde has ushered upon her. That said, Gwen knew so very little about the election. The midnight girl often considered herself well in the know when it came to the drama’s of BHHS but as far as this thing was concerned, the suicide blonde was as clueless as Alicia Silverstone.

”So, what do we need to know?”

In Days I Recall Being Wonderful (Slice of Life) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Days I Recall Being Wonderful (Slice of Life) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Interacting with @spooner@Kitty@TootsiePop

As the shot of good old fashioned whiskey burned his throat like a round of bad toast, Dusty felt someone sit next to him, yet it wasn’t just any someone. He knew this presence, even in his semi permanent drunken haze he knew what was going on around him. This was a talent he had mastered during his hard partying days as a Gatling superstar. Dusty took off his ten gallon and placed it on the bar, causing his chestnut coloured bangs to fall and frame his devilishly handsome face. He exalted through his nose before sliding the second beer he had ordered over to Elias. ”Hey hoss, yeah it’s been a while”

Elias Hellqvist; Dustin’s high school therapist and the closest thing he had during those days to a best friend. To the untrained eye, Dusty was of course a jock. He was the star running back of the football team, he was unfathomably good looking, he could sing better than Bieber and he just had that IT factor. What most didn’t realise was that Dusty Rockhold was a lonely son of a bitch (Mrs Rockhold was actually a saint but I digress). In their many many talks over the years, Elias had made no secret of the fact that Dusty was the son that his father had always wanted and in hindsight it made the cowboy feel awful. Eli was a good person who didn’t deserve to be made to feel second best. Dusty raised his glass to his old friend before downing the amber ale in three seconds flat. ”Another”

As Dolores, whose apparent immortality was one of Gatlings greatest ghost stories, poured the former RB1 his next drink, a familiar voice pierced its way through the hustle and bustle of the wake. Glancing to his right side, Dusty saw the all too familiar porcelain features of one Hana Cheong. It had been a little while since he’d seen her in person. She had definitely blossomed since high school, most everybody does. The last time he saw her was probably at her wedding. He had decided to surprise her with the gift of learning Korean so he could sing her and her new husband a song. It went off like a house on fire that night. In the split second he had seen her, deep in her eye still sat the look of a stranger in a strange land that had no idea what she was doing. ”Hey little sis”, he said placing a comforting hand on her demure shoulder.

Mere seconds passed before even more of there once merry group of misfits landed in the Tavern. Finally succumbing to social norms, Dusty turned on the ancient, rusty stool to face the gathering of what the beautiful dead considered her best friends. What a mess they were. None of them spoke or kept in touch, if they did it was barely more than a general catch up, any meaningful conversations ended on that first Stampede weekend the year after graduation when only Roxanne turned up and the rest of them gave a smorgasbord of excuses. Bless her she always continues to try but high school friends are high school friends, when the big bad world comes calling, it was every man and woman for themselves.

Cyrus and Diana, a couple no one could have foreseen. Cy had always been a great friend, a good guy so when he and Diana started hooking up he made a point to let Dusty know. At the time he was in Iraq, so the idea brushed off of his broad shoulders with little problem. It wasn’t until after he got home and the weight of his reality began to set in that the thought of Diana, a girl he loved so intently falling for someone else and that someone else being a close friend, that stung, like a punch in the gut. It also didn’t help when he watched Diana’s Dreamhomes on repeat for nights on end. She still looked amazing and her scent was exactly the same. Her waves of blonde hair framing her face like a portrait. He tightened his already firm grip on his glass just a little bit more. ”Ain’t you two looking nice? Welcome back”





From the shit stained back room that Dolores had decided to clean for the first time in ten years, Jack emerged into the crowded Tavern. Damn, his ex wife sure was popular. They had been separated for about a year, divorced only a month when he found her body. Half of the town didn’t even know that so to some he was a widowed father and damned he would be if he didn’t play up to that. The image of her sitting there, like a Madam Tussaud waxwork was seared into his memory. Every time he closed his eyes she was there, staring at him with that literally dead stare. He wasn’t staying; a move some would consider to be dickish but Jackie Palminteri had an epiphany a long time ago; someone was always going to be the dick, it didn’t matter if it was him or not, he was always going to be about number one.

Jack looked up at the large picture of Roxanne that they had placed over the back wall and sighed. What a waste. With those teasing hazel eyes, that shock of red hair and a jawline that could shave ice she was beauty personified; a man was a liar if he didn’t say he fell in love with her just a little bit when he saw her. He glanced over at a group that had amassed at the bar whilst he was in the other room; it was a whose who of Roxy’s friends from high school, no doubt they would play the dutiful friend roles now but where were they the past ten years whilst she struggled? Things may have gone sour but at least Jackie was always there. He scowled lightly for a second before switching back to his usual lackadaisical shit eating grin. He had to go, it was game day after all and not even death could stop football. Leaving the Tavern, Jack caught the glimpse of Helene Perfect; yeah maybe not then but now? Yeah now she wasn’t too far from Perfect. He gave her wink before brushing past to climb into his car.



As Jackie left, the high pitched wine of a broken old tannoy system stabbed through the bustling noise of the bar. The picture of Roxy shot upwards to reveal a screen with another image of the grateful dead, only this one was moving.



”Hey y’all! Don’t adjust your tv screens, it is I, Foxy Roxy Williams coming at you live from, well I guess the afterlife! If this video is being played for you then I’m dead, very dead. Don’t cry for me Argentina, I had a good life, a short one but a good gone. If all has gone to plan, this is the first of a fair amount of videos of the recently deceased me. Their purpose is simple; you’re about to hear the story of my good life and the days I recall being wonderful but you know me, I can’t make it that easy for you, got to make it a little bit dramatic. So scattered around Gatling are some mementos and memories of what came before, each clue will lead you to my next vid and my next memory. Fun right? I totally stole this idea from a book. Anyway, Rhea, babe, if your watching this, mommy loves you and she always will. To the island of misfit toys, this is as much your story as it is mine. We made a promise and maybe my being gone will finally make you fulfil it. I’m not perfect, I never was but you know who was? You Nellie and this first clue is for you. I left my journal for you, it’s yours to carry on the story but if I were you, where would I hide it? Start where we finished. I love you all, see you in the next one”

In REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Kim huffed when Emi finally let go. God, that may have lasted for only a couple minutes but it may as well have been an eternity. She rolled her shoulders, scooting an inch away from Emi as she launched into a conversation with AJ. Despite being disgruntled at Emi's unexpected contact moments before, her concern spiked as AJ lead her friend away. The Gearhead's presence didn't seem to be inciting anymore breakdowns, but Kim wasn't sure how long Emi's current weird emotional high would last.

She looked on as they left, then turned away, shaking her head. Emi would be fine.

'Their loss,' she said to Sami, shrugging. 'What kind of story you got in mind?'

Most everyone seemed to be off doing their own things, she'd noticed. The air seemed lighter, the atmosphere almost passing as cheery, even, as conversation filled the space, whispers and murmurs alike. Val seemed buzzed about something, chattering excitably with Jules. At least she didn't seem pissed anymore.

Her messenger bag hadn't stopped buzzing since she'd stuffed her phone in it. The near constant vibration was rather irritating; she placed her hand on the bag, making to shift it against the log she was sitting on, away from her side. Then she paused, considering.

The buzzing was constant. Someone was calling her, not sending texts one after the other. She sighed. Her fingers clenched, twisting the bag straps in their grip. The buzzing continued, disapproving.

'Ah, sorry, I've gotta take this call first.' The apologetic smile was easy to slip on, her fingers relaxing as she took out her phone, careful to point the screen towards herself. 'I'll be right back.'

It wasn't hard to slip away from the campfire, looking to all the world as if she was taking a call from a friend. Neutrality was an expression she'd mastered, exuding false flippancy in her movements. Perhaps a little too false - her steps felt too calm, her grip on her phone too lax. None of it synced up with her rapidly beating heart and her dry mouth.

The back of the cabins was dark, dimly lit by the starscape above and light peeking through the cabin windows. Someone had left the lights on.

Kim stared down at her phone, took a breath, then accepted the call.

'Hey, mum,' she said.

The response was immediate. 'Where are you, Kimberly? Why aren't you answering my texts?'

'Red Rock Canyon. Didn't I already text you that?'

'You're still there? Please don't tell me you're staying the night.'

'...'

'Kimberly.' A frustrated sigh. Then, a muttered, 'I knew this was a bad idea.' Kim tensed but before she could respond, her mum continued, louder. Firmer. 'Look, I know I let you go on this trip, but I was expecting you to be more responsible than this.'

'I'm not the one who crashed the RV, mum.'

'That too. I've got half a mind to talk to your friend about responsible driving-'

'Mum. Don't drag him into this. He drove fine, someone else crashed into us.'

'Drag him into this? You did that when you brought up this trip, Kimberly. I'm glad you're safe, but of all the places you could have stayed at, you chose Red Rock Canyon? Cabins in the middle of who knows where? What were you thinking?!'

'I was thinking we'd have a normal camping detour like normal teenagers do,' was what Kim wanted to say, but she held her tongue. She could point out how they were only getting anywhere because of the Gearheads in the first place, or how there really wasn't anything wrong with camping at Red Rock Canyon. She could argue that her mum was being irrational, angry for reasons that only existed in her own mind. She was safe, nothing bad had happened, and they were all fine.

She did not say any of these things.

'Well?'

What was she thinking? She hadn't been. Not really. They were all fine. With or without her. She'd come on this trip, expecting to find something in herself that didn't exist. There was nothing deeper to be found in Kimberly Beveridge, no layers to peel back, no hidden potential to dig out. She was what she was - an average teenager with no valid interests that could possibly carry her higher in life.

There was just no changing that.

'This trip really upsets you, doesn't it?' she said.

'Of course it does! My only daughter travelling so far away from home. Do you know how worried I get? Not to mention you're spending time you could be using to prepare for college. You should make the most of this time to grow your skills and plan for the future!'

Grow. What a joke.

'I'll...go home, then.'

'What?' Why did her mum sound surprised? The least she could do was act happy that her daughter was finally listening. 'Now? Are you sure?'

'I'll wait till we get to Las Vegas, then I'll book a flight. I-you're right. This trip wasn't a good idea. I'll be home soon enough.' Kim spoke with a calmness she didn't feel, her heart clenching in her chest. Somewhere in there, a voice told her that this was ridiculous - she'd already come so far, why was she turning back now? Their adventure had barely begun!

'And it can continue without me,' her mind responded. Its tone was droll, dispassionate, and its voice was what Kim listened to. 'There's nothing here for me and nothing I have to give.'

It only made sense.

'I'm glad you're finally listening to sense,' sighed her mum. 'Call me then, okay? Let me know when you're flying off.'

'I will,' said Kim, 'Bye.'

She ended the call without waiting for a response.


The rest of the evening passed with Kim on autopilot. She listened to Sami's story, engaged in the occasional conversation, and through it all, her calm, relaxed attitude itched at her like a mask that didn't fit. She never mentioned her leave; she didn't know how to. What was she supposed to say? 'Hey guys, I feel insecure about coming along on this trip so I'm turning a 180 and heading home'? They weren't exactly in Santa Monica any more. This wasn't something easily dismissed.

'Understatement of the year. This is your last trip with them, genius.'

Now, in bed, the news still lingered behind her lips, yet to leave. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. This wasn't good. She couldn't just leave out of the blue tomorrow. The others would have questions and she wouldn't be able to answer them, not without spilling everything she'd worked to keep close to her chest all these years.

Could she sneak off? No, that wouldn't be fair to them. She huffed, turning onto her side. Someone had to know. She couldn't keep quiet about this forever, not if she was set on leaving. Her fingers brushed against hard plastic beside her pillow. She frowned, contemplating. Then she wrapped her fingers around her phone, got off the bed, and left the cabin.

The outside was no more darker than it had been earlier but without the light of the campfire and friendly conversation, the air felt colder. Kim leaned against the wall of Sami's cabin, next to its door.

It took a good five minutes of staring at Sami's contact name on her screen before she actually made a move. Shutting her eyes, she released a harsh exhale. Then, she typed.

you awake?

sorry to disturb. I'm outside. There's smtg I need to tell you.

if you're sleeping, don't respond.


Almost immediately after sending the last one, Kim resisted the urge to smack herself. 'Real smooth, Kim.'

It had been a long day, there had been fights, fucks and fungus (just where did those Mushrooms come from?) but Sami’s head was feeling a little clearer now than it had been all day. He had taken to a small cabin to end the night, he was lucky or unlucky enough to have a place all to himself for the evening. This worked out fine for him as it would leave him to plot and plan for their sojourn into the lions den of Las Vegas. This was going to be the make or break moment for their group, they had to win big in the city of sin or this whole thing would be for nothing. Exercising had always been a great way for Sam to get into his own head and sort through the nonsense that was his life. As the sweat poured down his semi naked self, he noted in the corner of his eye a light flashing. Pulling himself to his feet from his push up position, the Cubans wandered over to the little bed side table where he had left his phone and glanced down at a new message; it was from Kim. All of a sudden his clear mind was cloudy once more as a thousand thoughts ran through it. He quickly grabbed a small towel to wipe away the sweat and stepped out of the cabin door, into the cool desert moonlight and in front of his friend Kim.

”You want to leave, don’t you?”

Kim raised her eyebrows, not moving from where she leaned against the wall. Her gaze flicked down Sami's bare torso, then returned to his eyes. He looked tired, but it seemed to be more from exertion than exhaustion. In the dim light, Kim could hardly make out the bruising on his face or his expression. His tone seemed resigned.

In a moment of sudden self-consciousness, Kim was acutely aware of how she was alone with Sami. In the dark. She wished she'd thought to put on her denim jacket. With just her sleeveless wool top, she felt bare.

'That obvious, huh? How'd you guess?'

”You’re one of my best friends, I can tell when something isn’t right. Besides, this late in the day, it doesn’t take a genius to work out either you’re after a booty call or you have a major problem” Sami leaned back against the wall next to her and sighed. ”You know, I had this feeling, Kimmy that something just wasn’t clicking for you, pretty much ever since we left Santa Monica. I know I should’ve approached it sooner but with the accident and trying to salvage this trip that I completely neglected you and I’m sorry for that” the latin lover repented as he gazed out across the campsite. ”I don’t need to know details of you don’t want to share them. First thing tomorrow, we’ll rent a car and I’ll take you to the airport, it’ll be quicker than driving back”

'Don't be sorry,' said Kim, 'It's not your fault.'

She nodded to his suggestion. That would be that, then. She would leave and not look back. They would part ways, unsure of what the future held for them.

The wind blew gently. The chill of the night seeped into her skin. She suppressed a shiver, crossing her arms. The heat that had chaffed uncomfortably in the daytime had no place in night's cool blanket.

Part ways, huh?

The silence stretching out between them was beginning to teeter on the edge of vague discomfort. She opened her mouth, ready to admit to everything she'd kept inside from the moment she'd gotten to know him. The way her heart fluttered when his kind eyes saw her. The quiet moments she savoured when they could just be them and not think about anything else.

'I'll see you tomorrow, then,' she said. Then, 'Thanks.'


With all her practice, she thought it'd be easy. Acting like all was right with the world while her reality was all sorts of not. Easy peasy. Except this wasn't quite the same as all the other times. This was, most likely, the very last time she'd have the chance to put up this facade in front of this group of people. Her friends.

How strange that this should be her first time not wanting to pretend either.

The morning was hard. Whatever she said to Em, Val, Jules, Nate, or Umbra felt stiff and foreign leaving her mouth and any enquiries on her wellness she deflected with a dismissive shake of her head. She was acting oddly, she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to tell them all she was leaving. Telling them would mean explanations and she knew Val would drag it out of her if she wanted to. And explaining everything right before leaving? Laying herself bare, letting them see the nothing that she was and would forever be? She couldn't do that. If this was going to be her last memories of them, she wanted it to be of them happy, in their own little ways.

It didn't change the fact it still felt like she was walking on eggshells every minute.

When it was finally just her and Sami again, on the way to the airport, relief rode through her. She wasn't sure what exactly he'd told them, but she was certain he hadn't said that she was leaving. Had he? Who knew? The others sure hadn't acted differently.

'That's because it wouldn't matter if you were there or not.'

The ride to the airport was quiet. Comfortably so. It was...familiar. The comfortable atmosphere quelled the unease in her middle more than the lights of Vegas ever could. But it couldn't last forever. Soon, she found herself staring at the hustle and bustle of the airport, just ahead. The taxi's engine rumbled behind where she stood. Her grip tightened on her suitcase handle.

She turned to Sami, flashing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

'I should tell him.'

She stuck her hand out. Fondness, the first genuine feeling she'd felt all morning, crawled into her chest.

'Till we meet again.'

”Go ride those silver wings. I’ll be seeing you soon, Kimi” Little did either know, Sami would never make it back after this trip.
In CANCELLED. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






Collab with @TootsiePop

Featuring Jasmine & Hyde


It was exhilarating. The feel of a steel horse between his legs and the soft touch of the absolute babe around his waist and pressed against his back. She smelled like angels ought to smell, like the flower whose name she bore; Jasmine. Their rocket came to a screeching halt outside of the Bellerose Boutique that was the first part of their dare. Hyde had only a partial idea was to what this challenge would entail; all he knew was that they had to get into the Chapter Six club and that they had to look the part, hence their stop off at their current location.

Cameron Hyde and Jasmine Fulton were not made for the Chapter Six, one only had to look at the pair to distinguish that fact. Under their normal guise, the two would stick out like two sore thumbs, a biker girl with coloured hair and a dogtown thug with fresh battle scars; yeah they’d get into an exclusive nightclub no problem :/ Chapter Six was a den of iniquity, a filthy place for the very clean rich and famous to throw a little caution out of the window. Beverly Hills best kept dirty secret. If it wasn’t so pompous and pristine, it would be the kind of place a degenerate like Hyde would thrive.

Climbing off of the bike, Cam glances up at the store. It was getting close to closing time, so whatever they were about to do, they had to do it fast. ”How are we playing this girl?”’

“Girl.” Hopping off the bike, she snatched her motorcycle key from out of his hand, “I have a name, use it.” Turning around, looking at the lavish store she has never stepped foot in, she quickly thought of a plan and looked at him from the side. She smiled, “You’re clever. I’m sure you can think of something for yourself.” No longer wasting anytime, she took her leather jacket off and the flannel tied around her waist and placed it on her bike, taking some of her ‘edge’ off.

Without waiting for Hyde, all men and women for themselves, she went into the boutique and disappeared. They might be a team now, but there could only be one winner in the end. Using her womanly charm, she immediately found herself tailing a remaining group of girls, as if she were a part of it. Before she knew it, they were upstairs near the dressing room. At this point, she was far from Hyde and setting her plan in motion.

”Well that wasn’t hot at all” Hyde rolled his eyes as she ran off to do her part. He didn’t mind, in fact it was quite the turn on being put in his place a little bit. He watched intently with his baby blues as Jasmine conned her way into the boutique in a way he certainly couldn’t. McCarthy would be proud. As she disappeared behind the glass door more expensive than his house. Cam quickly shifted gears and began to scan the area for a way for himself to get in. There was no way in hell they were going to let him with his freshly busted up face to waltz in through the front door. Not a chance in hell.

A whisp of smoke from the side alleyway alerted the demon to a possible side entrance, peering around the corner, Hyde noticed a service door with a rather ugly looking fucker smoking a cheeky joint in its frame. A dark smile crossed his angelic face as he turned on his camera and took a step into the alley. ”Hey boss, do you know where this place is? This ain’t my side of town” as the gent looked at him with disgust, Hyde cracked him with a headbutt, followed by a selfie with his unconscious victim. A reminder to the watchers about just who the fuck this particular player was.

Exiting the bathroom with a shopping bag that wasn’t her’s, technically the rules said that they had to visit here and dress for the occasion, it didn’t specify where she should get her clothes, since this outfit was not Bellerose brand, she slipped into the dressing room and swiftly, nervously, changed her outfit. Her camera having been recording since she followed these girls with a lot of shopping bags into the bathroom. “I guess this makes my first offense. Taking purchased outfits from spoiled rich girls. Shit… this girl is small.” After struggling for a bit, she grabbed the phone off the chair and looked at her new outfit, her boobs breathing for air. Wow. Okay. This look surprised her… if only she had red lipstick.

Freezing into place, she heard two girls rushing out of the bathroom. Her heart stopped. Holding her breath, she listened to them freak out. Did they notice they were missing a bag? Opening her door slightly, she peaked to see them, and even went out of her way to point the camera toward them.

“You’re NOW just telling me? We need to get there promptu! I can’t believe you would forget to tell me that girls get in for FREE!”

With a sigh of relief, Jasmine watched the girls prance off to get ready for their own nightly adventure. Well, since she was here. She might as well buy lipstick to go with her outfit. She doubted she could afford the shoes. Keeping her things in the shopping bag, like her ripped jeans, Jasmine cooly exited the room and pretended she was there all along with this outfit.

Perhaps, she could live without lipstick and expensive shoes… closing time was approaching and her insides were doing summersaults. She really didn’t want to steal from here but… her boots were not going to cut it.

She received a message from the app with a picture of red shoes and lipstick on her bike. There was a comment: Thanks for showing all that skin, baby ;). Here’s a gift. So this is how you win followers. You do dumb shit or you make your viewer horny. Got it. Well, that was easy. Now she’d just have to hope Cameron’s adventure was going successful...

Creeping into the store room, Cameron checked for cameras which surprisingly there were none, at least that he could see. Feeling like he was in Mission Impossible, the dogtown reject crept around boxes and tables doing his best Tom Cruise impression to avoid being seen. If it was any other day, Hyde would’ve just charged in swinging but this was Dare night and that wasn’t how you won this game. It was all about finesse tonight.

All the Dare said was ‘dress for the occasion’ so Cameron made sure to eye up every box he passed for something that he could work with. It wasn’t until he turned another corner that he stumbled upon some fine pressed suits which were obviously worth a ridiculous some of money. He grabbed one from the rack and dove behind a shelf to change. Emerging from his hiding space in a three piece black suit with a popping red tie, the boy worth nothing looked like a man worth a million. He followed the same route back out of the boutique but before he went back to the bike he went to the closing florist across the street and pocketed a bouquet of flowers. Once he had returned to the bike, he stood looking almost princely, awaiting his partners return.

Calm and collected, even though inside she wasn’t, she sauntered outside, having slipped her boots off and throwing them into the bag when the cashier wasn’t looking and even going out of her way of purchasing small butterfly earrings, which was most of her earnings for the past… few… months but she couldn’t resist them! She’ll just ask her dad for her allowance in advance. Yeah. It’ll be okay. This was totally worth it. Rarely does she ever treat herself and she felt nice. Beautiful. Even poor girls don’t always have the strongest willpower.

When she saw him standing there, looking oddly dashing for himself, holding flowers, she couldn’t help but crack a smile. How unlike him. Teasingly, she approached him and asked, looking at him weirdly, “Do I know you?” Shaking her head, not falling for his charm, she put her bag with her belongings in her carrier bag, and then quickly put on the heels that were hanging from the right handle. As he watched her, she hastened her speed, slipped the heels on, then looked into her bike’s mirror, bending over, and applying the red lipstick. Once she was finished, she smacked her lips and slipped the expensive makeup into her carrier. Now, she could give him her full attention: “You look good.”

“I know but not as good as you, I mean damn” This was one of the few moments that he felt like the teenage boy he was rather than the beast he tried to be. Giving her the once over and handed her the flowers ”Don’t say I never gave you anything” His eyes darted to his phone when it chimed, they had to get moving, they had spent too long at the boutique and they had a game to win. “We better get going beautiful.”

The way he was treating her caused her to raise an eyebrow. There was no time to question him or even ask why he was playing this game with her. Honestly, how did they get this far without one of them hurting the other? Brushing off these thoughts, she peered down to the flowers. A wedding bouquet…this was far too big of a gesture for a first date. “...Alright.” She responded, almost hesitatingly.

After speeding through the neon streets of LA with his North Star in tow, Hyde parked the bike a few blocks away from the Chapter Six. It was Jasmine’s after all so he didn’t want it getting stolen. Although they were in a fancy area, stranger things had happened. Now came the hard part, getting in. The Chapter Six was seriously high end and one of the best kept secrets in Hollywood. It was a club that couldn’t be found except by those that already knows where it is. A-Listers would make a point of losing any and all paparazzi before entering the premise in fear of respite in the tabloids. It was that kinda place. Sinking deep into his broken mind palace, Hyde sifted through every hustle he had learned from McCarthy to try and figure out a way inside. “I’ve got an idea, follow my lead.”

“Get on your phone, go full Candy. Trust me.” Approaching the doorman, a big sabretooth looking fucker, Hyde with his sinister blues stared him down intently.

Oh interesting, which Candy should she display? The Candy Queen? The GBF? The Fashionista? So many possibilities. Although she was confused with her relationship with this boy, she was okay on playing actress for the night. “Why do I even bother.” She said matter-of-factly. While searching something on her phone, she took a moment to glare at the bouncer like she was ‘above’ him and even went out of her way to snap her gum that she had she slipped in her mouth while they walked over.

“Bud I know what you’re thinking but you need to stop right now. Do you even fucking know who this is? This is Jasmine Snow, her poster is probably on your prepubescent boys bedroom wall. Star of Biker Babes in BH, the new storm in X-Men? Are you really that out of touch? Get your manager on the phone right now. Let me speak to Havana. Sorry about this darling” Hyde placed his hand on the small of her back and switches his demeanour entirely to match that of a concerned boyfriend. “Get fucking Havana down here right now, Jas babe call him yourself. He’s being useless.” Fast talking was not his forte it was Lee’s but Cam had picked up a few tricks of the trade.The key was catching them before they could react.

“Or maybe I should just get him fired?” Snapping her gum for extra effect, she brought her phone to her ear and laughed out loud, “Can you believe this? For the first time ever I’m being questioned to come in? That’s absolutely appalling. You know, I probably could get this place shut down, since I have friends in high places. Of course, I’m better than that. I won’t get Green involved. Oh! He’s answering—” The bouncer’s head was spinning and instead of question them any further, they were talking so fast he couldn’t keep up, he just let the couple in. From the boy dropping the name ‘Havana’ to the girl dropping the word ‘Green’, these people weren’t someone he should refuse, it seemed. They also wore clothes that cost a fortune, so there was no way they could be conning him. Sure, the ‘actress’ could’ve just meant money, but she could’ve also meant having a strong connection with a filthy rich family that held influence in many industries and that have been the ruin of businesses. The ‘lover’ or ‘assistant’ or ‘bodyguard’, whatever the fuck he was, that lacked class but talked tough, either had a lucky guess name dropping the owner of the place, or they were close relations to him. Refusing them was not worth the risk, so… he’d let them in.

With a seductive smile, Jasmine cooed into the phone, “Oh, I’m sorry. I accidentally dialed your number, my apologies.” The guy gestured for them to go in and as they walked past him, she made up random chatter before saying her goodbyes and hanging up, sighing in relief when they got past him.

Once they were inside, they had truly crossed over to the dark side of Hollywood. The club was bathed in red light, gothic cages hung from the ceiling with men and women writhing around inside of them, as if to lock away their pure sensuality. Celebs were dotted around, carefree and unrepentant in their own brands of debauchery. After taking the obligatory selfie to prove they were inside, Hyde checked Fate and there were no further dares at that time, so they had time to kill. As a song began to play, Hyde’s dangerous eyes wandered and became entranced on his date.

“Wanna dance?”

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