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2 yrs ago
Current Itching to find a new RP to join or to start a new one...
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2 yrs ago
The Owl House finale was so good. I'm sad its over, but glad it got a great ending ;-;
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2 yrs ago
Have you drank enough water today? Reminder to go take a sip!!
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2 yrs ago
This is a non-status. Do not engage with it. Do not like the non-status. The non-status will not harm you.
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S C R A W L S

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Scrawls is just a lil dude who likes writing and playing pretend... I am currently a college student, was once a small Youtuber, and now just vibe and write stories. Now carry on along your merry way!


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I'd be interested in playing :D





Location: NYC Bookstore

Interactions: Bookstore Owner (NPC), Lorenzo @Eviledd1984


West didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but as he walked over to greet the bookstore owner, he did hear traces of the young man’s conversation with him. The bookstore owner was facing a tall young man with a large, athletic build in a leather jacket. Y’know, despite the kid’s imposing nature, West did see that he had a sense of style to him, somewhat punk, somewhat 50’s retro, like a greaser. But what had they been talking about? A mother, someone gone now. A… murder? Something… suspicious, a man… something occult? Hmmm, strange stuff. Maybe West had just misheard, or maybe he was being paranoid because the Cobbler murders were still fresh on his mind.

Trying not to draw attention to the fact he was standing there eavesdropping, he simply smiled and chatted with the owner. After the owner told West where the self-help books were, West gave him a half-bow of his head in respect.

“Thanks a bunch sir!” West said, then cheerily walked away from the bookstore owner. Moving deeper into the store, he couldn’t help but glance over at the guy in the leather jacket. The kid seemed stern, somewhat upset. West had meant to walk into this store to find help for himself, but maybe he could turn the tables and help someone else.

“Hey excuse me, sir. I wanted to say, I really dig your style!” While some people would be nervous about approaching a complete stranger—especially one as tough-looking as this guy—West reveled in meeting new people, and quickly began to blabber on before the man could even respond.

“You’ve got quite a retro vibe, very suave I must say. Hey, ever seen the musical Grease? They’ve got outfits just like that, honestly, could see you being a perfect extra—no, a lead! A lead for Grease, you’ve definitely got the build and aesthetic for playing a greaser. Ever thought about acting? Oh, but I guess Grease is kinda out of fashion these days, a bit problematic and all. Not to say that you’re problematic! Haha, but you’ve got slick vibes kid, fit for the stage for sure. Hah, just messing with you…” After this torrent of chitchat, West let out a quick laugh, then cleared his throat, getting bit more serious.

“Well, excuse my rambling, but I came over here because I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the bookstore owner, and just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss… Grief… well, it’s tough. I’ve been grieving a couple of friends who were gone too soon and sometimes life is…

As West thought about the murders, he trailed off for a second, staring back toward the store's front window, a look of sorrow and even perhaps the smallest sense of rage came upon his face. Behind a bookshelf by the front of the store, he saw his ghostly assistant—Hierophant Green—flickered to life for a moment as his fingers tightened into a fist. Then, he released it, and the Stand disappeared.

"Life is hard to keep living when those people disappear and it feels like your fault. And it's hard to go on without asking a lot of questions about what you could’ve done to change things. But what matters is that we keep carrying on y’know?”

West let out a sigh, then gave the stranger a look of earnest respect, and finally shut up for a second, giving the other person a chance to speak.





Off-Broadway Rehearsal Studio — Bookstore

Interactions: Bookstore Owner (NPC)


Applause! A thunderous cheer, a pulsing excitement for the next act, a mass of playgoers all overjoyed by his performance—West McAllister could remember it so clearly. Watching from the sidelines, smiling from ear to ear, on one of the biggest stages in the world… And for a moment, he wants to live only in this part of the memory. The happy part. The part after just isn’t right. Everything had been going so right, why did it turn out wrong?

The leads… two incredible actors, and people he’d grown to consider his friends… murdered. During an intermission, when they were meant to be getting dressed, but had disappeared. The final acts of the play were about to begin, and they were nowhere in sight after that glorious performance. Instead, they were found dead. Feet chopped off, it was sick, it was all so sick—

“West? Hello? Lights?”

West snapped back into the present moment. He was standing on the side of the rehearsal stage as his new director stared at him with a death glare. The actors onstage all looked at him with traces of concern.

“Oh, right—sorry! I’m on it!” West said cheerily, and even in his mistake, all worries about the past slipped quickly behind a smile. He got to work, quickly coordinating with lighting and cueing them for this moment in the play. The director shook his head muttering something West couldn’t hear, and rehearsal continued smoothly.

After that incident on opening night, the play was canceled under controversy and paranoia. The Cobbler was on the loose in New York City, and some folks shared rumors that West was involved in the serial killings, people saying he was some psycho director from a cult coming to NYC to kill. Most people didn’t believe those lies, but superstition was superstition. West’s reputation was tarnished as he went from a Broadway director to an Off-Broadway stage manager… But at least he was still in theater, working his heart out!

These early morning rehearsals had been intense, but thankfully West was a morning person. Besides that one slip-up, he was fully awake, moving quickly behind stage, coordinating with lighting, set, props, and costumes, greeting everyone he saw with a smile and twinkle in his eyes. He moved with grace. Commanding yet always sweet, leading the crew yet still being part of the machine.

“Let’s keep it moving folks!”
“Keep it up Todd, excellent delivery so far on that last scene!”
“That was a hilarious ad-lib, they should really re-write that into the script.”
“Ruth, don’t forget the cue to move the back section of that set piece! … Yes, that one! Perfect.”


It was hard to juggle the role of a stage manager, but he had help. And as he exchanged conversation, a flash of green invisible to the average person’s eye was reaching behind him, pulling things in place. The tentacles of Hierophant Green, his beloved Stand, a helper who let him multitask to the max.

Around brunch time, they had time to take a break. While many of the crew went to grab a meal together at a diner next door, West told him he’d join them next time, and headed down the street. He still couldn’t get his mind off the past and needed to clear his head. He dodged cabs, smiled at cute dogs being walked, and tossed a couple of coins in the hat of a terrible guitarist busking on the side of the road.

“You’re doing amazing!” He said, and the man grinned back at him, continuing to play a bad rendition of Wonderwall. Even though the man on the curb had a lack of skill and other New Yorkers were annoyed by him, West saw that he was still brave enough to perform at all, and West admired that.

There was a bookstore nearby the theater that he’d been frequenting these past few weeks. It was calm, quaint, the perfect place to sit and read and forget about psycho killers in the streets of the Big Apple. He walked in and heard the bell chime. After a few moments perusing the bestsellers, West looked for the bookstore owner, someone he’d had a few polite conversations with before. With his signature smile, West waved and smiled at the bookseller at the front desk.

“Hello, my friend! It’s me again. How are you? I’m looking for a particular book… Something to relax the mind…”
Since some of the murders in our backstories were presumably made by the serial killer stand, is there anything our characters should already know anything about the killer or how they kill? So that we can be on the same page about describing the crimes so far
What do you guys think about a discord sever for this rp?


I'd be down for a Discord server! Like Lewascan said, OOC convos are just more efficient there

I've never heard of Pizza Tower before this, but I am INTRIGUED and def interested in possibly joining
At this point, I'm considering cancelling this game, as 'm feeling quite frustrated with this.


Yeah, I feel you there. Sorry to see that this one lost steam. If you end up canceling, just wanted to say that I had fun playing as Cass even if it was only for a bit! Really dug the concept of this rp and wish that it could've gone further. And while I'd love to keep playing as Cass, if the rest of the Bat-family isn't available then it's a bit tough to keep running unless you wanted to do a 1x1.





Abandoned Dockyards - South Island

Interactions: Robin - @KaliW


Cassandra heard the sound of hissing gas and the shouts of surprise. The attack was on. She gave Robin a nod, then lept into action. She knew it would be dangerous to jump into the fray, but when was Gotham ever not dangerous? They couldn't let Sea Fox get a hold of more of these materials. They needed to act now. So Cassandra quickly made sure the gas mask under her Black Bat face mask was secure, then lept from the building down to the fire escape, then jumped onto the side of the warehouse's window. She had scouted this window earlier and found that she could open it easily.

Carefully, she looked inside, then once she saw a quick view through, she pulled the window open and slipped into the upper level of the building, moving like a shadow to avoid detection, her black outfit blending into the shadows of boxes and shelves. Robin would follow his own path. She needed to get eyes above, scope the situation and the Sea Fox crew, then take them down efficiently. She moved quiet, trying to get a view of the intruders.
@Lewascan2
Oh wow, you're right. That's pretty cool! It should make for a very complex group dynamic. Exciting stuff!
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