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Yeah man don't worry about about a damn RP when you just got out of the hospital. Rest up and get better. <3
Yeah man don't worry about about a damn RP when you just got out of the hospital. Rest up and get better. <3
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If your writing partner goes radio silent with absolutely 0 warning, yeah you can go ahead n shelve it. You probably got ghosted for one reason or another. It happens.
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I apologize for inactivity - muse has been elsewhere lately. I will reply to RPs here asap
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Percy Moore
LOCALE // Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Afternoon-ish
LOCALE // Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Afternoon-ish
"So what was it you were saying about getting down to your socks?" Tahlia whispered, her breath on his neck making Percy shiver a little. "You know... I'd be willing to take that further, if that's what you want?"
He swallowed as his body betrayed him. The light drunken flush on his face got redder, and he could feel the hairs standing up on his neck. Did she really just say that? Is she kidding or is she being for real? He could only wipe his mouth with his shirt then stutter out a soft "What?" before he heard Madison object.
"What the fuck Mads?" came the drunker of the two women, "You even said yourself that y'old Freckles here needs some cheering up, and well fuck... a sympathy root never hurt no one."
A dumb grin crept onto Percy's face as his brain took the raunchy thoughts popping into his head and running with them - and then he felt the bottle in his lap. He went to take one more good swig from it as Tahlia asked him her question. The redhead's grin got a little bigger as he very blatantly fibbed, holding the bottle sort of limply. "Psh, nah. I-I'm.. I'm so not a crier. I don't do that."
Percy then dared to leeeaannn closer so he could keep his voice low, setting his bottle down, "Wit'hat said, how's about we go somewhere a lil' less cr-OHshit."
And the pilot got pulled off the stool by Madison. "Come on Freckles. It's time to go and see how Ana is doing." the bubblegum haired woman insisted.
"Pf, Ana's fine," Percy said, using his free hand to wave it off, "She's wit'Zach at home. S'no big deal-" a little laugh as he pulls his arm from Madison but continued to walk with her, "You, uh- What, you- Are you jealous? I mean.. you're really cute, but that's the problem!"
Before Madi could figure out whether to be offended or not, Percy continued going as far as to stop her and then grab her face in his hands, sort of smushing her cheeks together. "You're really cute. Like.." Percy let go of her face, resuming his walk with her, "like a puppy. I can't fuck a puppy, Madi. I c-can't- Goddammit-" The redhead pilot stumbles over his own feet a little bit, having to stand still for a minute to make sure he wasn't about to topple face-first into the floor. With a little nod, he walks backwards, away from the exit, towards the bar, but still speaking with Madison, "But'cha know what I can get in bed with me? A woman - 'specially if she wa-AH!"
Once again, Percy stumbles, but instead of catching himself, he falls backwards into a table - the side of the table hit him the back and he was forced to sit at whatever chair was closest. He tried to act as if it was totally intentional, leaning into the table like he's some suave Casanova, but the pained grimace on his face said it all. He stayed quiet for a moment before he turned to look at the people he was sitting with - Eli and Alan.
"Oh, hey, hope y'don't mind me droppin' in li'that," Percy said, his voice a little choked from the pain, but he grinned at his pun. He didn't even do that on purpose, it just slipped out.
He swallowed as his body betrayed him. The light drunken flush on his face got redder, and he could feel the hairs standing up on his neck. Did she really just say that? Is she kidding or is she being for real? He could only wipe his mouth with his shirt then stutter out a soft "What?" before he heard Madison object.
"What the fuck Mads?" came the drunker of the two women, "You even said yourself that y'old Freckles here needs some cheering up, and well fuck... a sympathy root never hurt no one."
A dumb grin crept onto Percy's face as his brain took the raunchy thoughts popping into his head and running with them - and then he felt the bottle in his lap. He went to take one more good swig from it as Tahlia asked him her question. The redhead's grin got a little bigger as he very blatantly fibbed, holding the bottle sort of limply. "Psh, nah. I-I'm.. I'm so not a crier. I don't do that."
Percy then dared to leeeaannn closer so he could keep his voice low, setting his bottle down, "Wit'hat said, how's about we go somewhere a lil' less cr-OHshit."
And the pilot got pulled off the stool by Madison. "Come on Freckles. It's time to go and see how Ana is doing." the bubblegum haired woman insisted.
"Pf, Ana's fine," Percy said, using his free hand to wave it off, "She's wit'Zach at home. S'no big deal-" a little laugh as he pulls his arm from Madison but continued to walk with her, "You, uh- What, you- Are you jealous? I mean.. you're really cute, but that's the problem!"
Before Madi could figure out whether to be offended or not, Percy continued going as far as to stop her and then grab her face in his hands, sort of smushing her cheeks together. "You're really cute. Like.." Percy let go of her face, resuming his walk with her, "like a puppy. I can't fuck a puppy, Madi. I c-can't- Goddammit-" The redhead pilot stumbles over his own feet a little bit, having to stand still for a minute to make sure he wasn't about to topple face-first into the floor. With a little nod, he walks backwards, away from the exit, towards the bar, but still speaking with Madison, "But'cha know what I can get in bed with me? A woman - 'specially if she wa-AH!"
Once again, Percy stumbles, but instead of catching himself, he falls backwards into a table - the side of the table hit him the back and he was forced to sit at whatever chair was closest. He tried to act as if it was totally intentional, leaning into the table like he's some suave Casanova, but the pained grimace on his face said it all. He stayed quiet for a moment before he turned to look at the people he was sitting with - Eli and Alan.
"Oh, hey, hope y'don't mind me droppin' in li'that," Percy said, his voice a little choked from the pain, but he grinned at his pun. He didn't even do that on purpose, it just slipped out.
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Percy Moore
L̵O͞C̸A̡LE // Smith's Rest, New ̵A̛nchorag̵ȩ
TIME // Afte͡ŕnoon
L̵O͞C̸A̡LE // Smith's Rest, New ̵A̛nchorag̵ȩ
TIME // Afte͡ŕnoon
Percy couldn't keep himself from snorting, sort of waving Kane away as he spoke, "Psh, nah - I mean, yeah, shit sucked ass, but, man.. Man I'm.. I am not fucked up. Do I look fucked up?"
Percy's cheeks, nose, and even the tips of his ears were flushed red; he was having to squint to see; he had a partial grin on his face; he was having to lean into the counter to not fall backwards off the stool. He looked completely fine, if completely fine meant positively wrecked. Percy lets a moment pass before he huffs in an exaggerated way - he wasn't even really sure why he was lying about it.
"Yeeeaah, ok I'm fucked up," he admits, like it was a secret, "Buuut, if I'm gonna be fucked up might as well do it where the alcohol is, amirite!? Actually, yeah, y'know what- Barkeep!"
"Sir, I've already said-"
"C'moonn," Percy interrupted with a whine, "Don't be a dickhead - two bottles isn'uff to get totally hammered! Man, if I was half as drunk as you people think so, I'd be down to my socks.. And I would be-"
"Jesus, ok," the bartender says, merely sliding the bottle that Percy had abandoned back to him - not that Percy really realized that, "Shaddup. We don't need to hear.. whatever you were gonna say."
Percy's cheeks, nose, and even the tips of his ears were flushed red; he was having to squint to see; he had a partial grin on his face; he was having to lean into the counter to not fall backwards off the stool. He looked completely fine, if completely fine meant positively wrecked. Percy lets a moment pass before he huffs in an exaggerated way - he wasn't even really sure why he was lying about it.
"Yeeeaah, ok I'm fucked up," he admits, like it was a secret, "Buuut, if I'm gonna be fucked up might as well do it where the alcohol is, amirite!? Actually, yeah, y'know what- Barkeep!"
"Sir, I've already said-"
"C'moonn," Percy interrupted with a whine, "Don't be a dickhead - two bottles isn'uff to get totally hammered! Man, if I was half as drunk as you people think so, I'd be down to my socks.. And I would be-"
"Jesus, ok," the bartender says, merely sliding the bottle that Percy had abandoned back to him - not that Percy really realized that, "Shaddup. We don't need to hear.. whatever you were gonna say."
Edited a little bit.. also a sort of bump. :P
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