Maybe it's my sleep deprived mind talking, but an RP based on one of my favorite shows sounds very good right now. I've been watching it since it premiered over a month ago, and now I have to take a shot at it. I don't think this needs a long post, so I'm just going to say that I would love it if someone could play Rick, while I play Morty. This is not romance based (I don't even think any non-canon pairings have been "set up" yet by the fans.) And...anything goes. I picture roleplaying a show like this could be tons of fun, since there's a lot to work with. I do like more serious plots, though.
I do have one idea in mind, but I don't think I can say what it is without spoiling the most recent episode, Rick Potion #9. But I wouldn't mind brainstorming at all. If anyone is interested, feel free to PM me or post here. :)
*wanders off to re-watch the latest episode*
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Sounds great! :3
Hope that was okay :3
Frankie felt a little relieved when she heard him stir and speak. She sat back and pulled her hand away from his shoulder, wanting to give him room to get up once she realized that he was trying to do so. She smiled back, though she was clearly nervous and concerned, and was about to say something when he collapsed back into the snow. He fell so fast, that she couldn't even attempt to catch him or slow his descend. All traces of relief had vanished, and her heart nearly skipped a beat. She didn't bother to speak, only shaking his shoulder a couple more times before realizing that he was completely unconscious.
She chewed on her bottom lip and looked around, trying to see if - by some miracle - another person was coming her way. But that just wasn't her night. With a concerned sound, she shrugged off her jacket, despite the storm, and threw it over him. Immediately, the strong flurries of snow hit her exposed arms, but she brushed them away. She was half-way there. Her apartment was almost in sight. He needed the jacket more than her. She'd just have to get them both there before her own body gave out, then the both of them would be screwed.
Half an hour later, she was setting him down on the couch just as her rush of adrenaline gave out. Frankie took her jacket back and replaced it with an old, thick quilt from the back of the couch. She cranked up the heat for both of their sakes, and disappeared into the only bedroom just long enough to brush the snow from her uniform and change out of it. As soon as she was able, she made her way into the kitchen and put water on the stove to boil. As she was grabbing the box of tea bags, she peeked around the corner at her new guest. There wasn't much she could do for him then; all she really could do was keep an eye on him and hope hat he would wake up soon.
She chewed on her bottom lip and looked around, trying to see if - by some miracle - another person was coming her way. But that just wasn't her night. With a concerned sound, she shrugged off her jacket, despite the storm, and threw it over him. Immediately, the strong flurries of snow hit her exposed arms, but she brushed them away. She was half-way there. Her apartment was almost in sight. He needed the jacket more than her. She'd just have to get them both there before her own body gave out, then the both of them would be screwed.
Half an hour later, she was setting him down on the couch just as her rush of adrenaline gave out. Frankie took her jacket back and replaced it with an old, thick quilt from the back of the couch. She cranked up the heat for both of their sakes, and disappeared into the only bedroom just long enough to brush the snow from her uniform and change out of it. As soon as she was able, she made her way into the kitchen and put water on the stove to boil. As she was grabbing the box of tea bags, she peeked around the corner at her new guest. There wasn't much she could do for him then; all she really could do was keep an eye on him and hope hat he would wake up soon.
That's fine! :3
I'll have her worry a bit, then skip to when they're in her apartment.
I'll have her worry a bit, then skip to when they're in her apartment.
Same here, haha. But I don't mind drama!
"Hey, Frankie! You gonna be okay gettin' home?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine!" The twenty year old turned to look at the man that had called out to her. He stood in the doorway of the restaurant, warm light flowing out onto the darkened, cold street. "My apartment isn't that far away." She shrugged her small backpack on one shoulder, hearing her school books shift and knock into each other.
Her co-worker gave her an uncertain look, but nodded and stepped back into the building. The bell chimed as the door closed, shutting out the smell of the dinner specials. He left her lingering on the sidewalk, where she readjusted her bag and turned back in the direction she was going. Before, the walk home hadn't seemed so bag. A little cold, but she could handle the cold. Or so she thought. A shiver went down her spine as a gust of wind sent countless snow flurries into her face.
Francis Castells, or Frankie as she much preferred, ran a hand through her short hair. At feeling the gel-crusted spikes, she mentally noted that she needed to hop in the shower as soon as she could when she got home. That hairdo seemed like a cool idea that morning. Her hair was stuck as a blue color thanks to a mistake - twenty-four hair dye her ass - so she figured she should at least work with it and go with the flow. Nope. That wasn't working. Sighing, she continued her trek back home.
Her breath billowed up into the air in visible puffs. She blew out another breath, then another, watching as the tendrils slowly vanished. She tugged her jacket closer to her body, though the cold didn't seem to bother her that much. It was much easier for her to accept the cold, as opposed to the heat. Better to be caught in a snow storm than a heat wave in her book. The crunch of deep snow below her sneakers; the bite of freezing air through her plain, black and gray work uniform; she didn't mind any of it. Then again, it helped that her destination wasn't that far away.
Frankie reached into her pocket and fished out an old MP3 player, and was about to put in her earphones when a strange sight caught her attention. Up ahead, it looked like there was something sprawled out in the middle of the sidewalk. The snow was falling so heavily, it was hard to see what it could possible be. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the dim light. When she had finally trudged closer, Frankie gasped that it was no trick - it was a fallen person.
She let her backpack slip off her shoulder and into the snow while she hurried to the man's side. She knelt down beside him, noting that he did not seem to be familiar to her. What was she supposed to do? Call an ambulance? It would never get there, not in that heavy weather. And she didn't have a cell on her. Almost frantically, she looked up, trying to spot any other person on the street, but it was empty. Crap, what now? She could try to rouse him enough to get him to the restaurant, though she was already at the half-way mark. It would make more sense to just take him back to her place. Her common sense told her that wasn't a very good idea, considering that he was a complete stranger. But her sense of moral won out by saying that if she did nothing, he was sure to freeze to death.
"Hey. Are you okay?" She put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook. "Sir, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine!" The twenty year old turned to look at the man that had called out to her. He stood in the doorway of the restaurant, warm light flowing out onto the darkened, cold street. "My apartment isn't that far away." She shrugged her small backpack on one shoulder, hearing her school books shift and knock into each other.
Her co-worker gave her an uncertain look, but nodded and stepped back into the building. The bell chimed as the door closed, shutting out the smell of the dinner specials. He left her lingering on the sidewalk, where she readjusted her bag and turned back in the direction she was going. Before, the walk home hadn't seemed so bag. A little cold, but she could handle the cold. Or so she thought. A shiver went down her spine as a gust of wind sent countless snow flurries into her face.
Francis Castells, or Frankie as she much preferred, ran a hand through her short hair. At feeling the gel-crusted spikes, she mentally noted that she needed to hop in the shower as soon as she could when she got home. That hairdo seemed like a cool idea that morning. Her hair was stuck as a blue color thanks to a mistake - twenty-four hair dye her ass - so she figured she should at least work with it and go with the flow. Nope. That wasn't working. Sighing, she continued her trek back home.
Her breath billowed up into the air in visible puffs. She blew out another breath, then another, watching as the tendrils slowly vanished. She tugged her jacket closer to her body, though the cold didn't seem to bother her that much. It was much easier for her to accept the cold, as opposed to the heat. Better to be caught in a snow storm than a heat wave in her book. The crunch of deep snow below her sneakers; the bite of freezing air through her plain, black and gray work uniform; she didn't mind any of it. Then again, it helped that her destination wasn't that far away.
Frankie reached into her pocket and fished out an old MP3 player, and was about to put in her earphones when a strange sight caught her attention. Up ahead, it looked like there was something sprawled out in the middle of the sidewalk. The snow was falling so heavily, it was hard to see what it could possible be. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the dim light. When she had finally trudged closer, Frankie gasped that it was no trick - it was a fallen person.
She let her backpack slip off her shoulder and into the snow while she hurried to the man's side. She knelt down beside him, noting that he did not seem to be familiar to her. What was she supposed to do? Call an ambulance? It would never get there, not in that heavy weather. And she didn't have a cell on her. Almost frantically, she looked up, trying to spot any other person on the street, but it was empty. Crap, what now? She could try to rouse him enough to get him to the restaurant, though she was already at the half-way mark. It would make more sense to just take him back to her place. Her common sense told her that wasn't a very good idea, considering that he was a complete stranger. But her sense of moral won out by saying that if she did nothing, he was sure to freeze to death.
"Hey. Are you okay?" She put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook. "Sir, are you okay?"
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