Shadowpenguin07

I'm back - M looking for RP Partner - Open to lots of things

New job, more time, new ideas! Here's the list...

Fantastical:
Dragon vs Warrior - Not necessarily a fight
Servant and Princess
Wizard x Sorceress
Rival Bounty Hunters - Any Time period, though I picture something more recent
Simple Guy and the Daughter of a Mafia Boss set in a Steam Punk society

Fan Fiction:
Star Wars
Mad Max
Overwatch - ****
WWE

Mature - 18+
Teacher x Student/Co-Teacher
Boss x Employee
Soldier x Local girl in a foreign country

Taboo -
Pastor x Church Member
Dad x Babysitter
Furries
Animals
Domme x Submissive

Combinations are of course possible, and I'm open to other ideas as well! I like to kind of form a plot as we go, as opposed to being locked in to an idea. I'm usually on Daily, but I have a family and work weird hours, so I can't always promise when that will be. I tend to use punctuation to try and emphasize pauses and emotions, so they aren't always text book perfect. I'm not a stickler for that, but bad spelling is like nails on a chalkboard to me!

Other than that, lets make a story together! :)

Stars over the Asphalt

Lmao. Beautiful response. I'm going to give others a chance to jump in there. Seems like a good moment. If not I'll respond later/tomorrow or something.

Stars over the Asphalt

Props @BCTheEntity lol I'm having a lot of fun with this :D I love Joe!

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The nerve.... the balls.... He was truly clueless. He was a moron of the highest degree. Feelings brought Hitler to power? HA! He wasn't getting away that easily. She gathered her things, putting them away, and then approached once more with her bag in hand. "Feelings brought Hitler to power huh? You're proving my point.

'He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.
Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.
The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.'

Sound familiar? I'm sure Hitler's your worst enemy. You don't care who won, you want to know what the truth was. That's just it. You don't care. Oh and by the way." Athena stood and approached the counter where she happened to notice a sandwich waiting. "That his?" She said pointing back to the man at the table.

"Yea... pulled beef can you believe it?" The man behind the counter scoffed.

"What a loon huh? I'm Athena, I live next door now." She extended a friendly smile, and then grabbed the plate and walked over to Watson's table, unwrapping the sandwich with her free hand. "As far as your story goes Joe.... " She threw the plate down, and took a huge bite out of the middle of the sandwich... "It's wonderful..." she managed to mumble out with a mouthful. She threw the sandwich down back on the plate, and headed for the door.

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

I just don't feel like I should post again yet lol. Where'd everybody go!!

Stars over the Asphalt

@BCTheEntity

She didn't expect anything more from Mr. Watson. She took a moment to size him up before choosing her response. She pulled out a chair and sat across from the man. "That's such a great idea.... Do you know why people get frustrated at you? It's not that you're a conceded, self-righteous asshole. People nowadays tend to love guys like that. It's that you have a voice, and instead of using it for anything positive you continue to just spew your hatred."
Her tone grew louder with every word. She was sure most of the shop could hear her quite clearly, but it wasn't going to stop her. "You have an opportunity to be heard. People die for that chance. The media twists, and turns things for their own benefits. I get that. I understand that the highest bidder pulls the strings, but you Mr. Watson are no better! You tell people what the facts say, but at the end of the day facts lie! They don't tell you what people feel. They reduce people to numbers, and our history to a formula that can be computated... The stories that you tell... they aren't about people. You forget all about the people.. and part of me thinks it's because you don't have any people in your life. You forgot what they're actually like. Have a nice lunch Mr. Watson..."
With that she rose from the table and went back to her corner. She grabbed her notebook, and furiously began writing about the reason why we, as humans, feel anything. It was the most motivated she had felt in a long time, and in that way she was thankful for the prick.

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@BCTheEntity@deadpixel101@ravenDivinity

Eventually the need to write faded. The ideas stopped coming as she continued to get more and more distracted by looking outside, and the flow of new people coming into the shop. She turned her attention to her food. It was fantastic! They never had anything quite like it in Indiana. There was actual seasoning other than just salt. Each bite became an experience as she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed all of the flavors overwhelming her palette.
Her eyes opened as yet another man made his way into the shop. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She was too busy having a foodgasm over the sandwich. She knew where she'd be spending most of her meals from now on. Who is that guy... Her mind raced to place him in her data bank, when suddenly it clicked. She couldn't help but say out loud... "That bastard...." She stood aggressively, and approached the man waiting for his pulled beef.
"So what's going to bring down Western Civilization today Mr. Watson? Hm? Oh I watch all your videos. Are you here to do an expose on beef prices? Hipster lifestyles? Acid rain? What's the next big conspiracy?" She tried to fuse her words with a bit of sweetness, but it was hard to hide her frustrations at the conspiracy filled know-it-all.

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

Just checking in. This didn't die already did it? lol

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

Sunshine found herself in the driver seat of her hot pink Camaro Berlinetta, with attatched machine gun, and buzz saws of course. That could only mean one thing. "I got picked?... I GOT PICKED I GOT PICKED I GOT PICKED... LOOK OUT BOYS!" Overcome with excitement, she punched her foot on the gas, and took off into the Destructo Bowl. "Kind of quiet. Where is every... oh no." A bit of fear took over her normally confident demeanor.

On the road in front of her stood an enormous monster truck. Weapons stuck out on all sides, and they all seemed aimed in her direction. "Come on... reverse... reverse..." No such luck. She felt her car scream forward, driving straight at the much larger truck. A spray of bullets tore up her hood, but didn't stop her player from sending her in. "I just had that repainted!" Bracing for what would be a painful ending, she continued forward.

A few missiles fired off in her direction, but she was too fast. They landed just feet behind her, blasting her forward even faster. Closer, closer... finally she closed her eyes. A few seconds later, the machine gun bursts from her car surprised her. She was under the truck! She smiled as she could see the holes being blasted into the undercarriage. Making her way through to the other side, the bullet spray continued. Her car spun around to face the back of the truck which still hadn't moved... weird... and then a missile fired off the side of her car at the truck. Wait she didn't have missiles.

The explosion of the truck on impact was enough to make her flinch. The resulting fireball was the most satisfying thing Sunshine had seen in a long time, even if the circumstances still seemed strange. She would worry about that later. She had won. She actually won a boss fight. It was time to celebrate. She casually exited her vehicle, and let her player watch her victory dance.

Stars over the Asphalt

Athena's knuckles were a pale white as she watched the movers carry a large table up the stairs into her apartment. It was the one big item she had brought from Indiana. She wasn't even sure why. There were such beautiful, intricate carvings in it and it was simply too hard to leave behind. "Please be careful. It's old" she spoke out as nicely as she could.

"Look lady, it has to weigh like 300 lbs. Do you want it careful or do you want it upstairs?" Athena was always told west coast people were nice. She hadn't seen much of that so far, but it had only been a couple of days. She quietly moved out of the way, sitting down on a chair anxiously. A loud bang brought her back to her feet, and running over to the stairs. A hole the size of a baseball had been punched into the wall.

"Seriously! I don't have the money to fix that! Come on guys." She had moved from frustration to anger. The two guys cursing under the
breath as they continued their carry. Eventually they made it to the top, and into her apartment. She ran her fingers across the designs on the top of the table. They were so strange. The table was in tact, so she ushered the guys out the door. "You put a hole in my wall, don't expect a tip." With that, they made their way out.

Frustrated, and now hungry, Athena decided it would be best to leave the apartment for a bit. She gathered a notebook and a pen, and headed downstairs to the butcher shop just next door. She was surprised how busy it was, but it gave her time to dissect the menu and figure out what she wanted. Eventually, she got her sandwich and a drink, and found a small table in the front corner of the room. Sitting down, her eyes began to bounce around the room taking in all of her fellow diners. People watching was a favorite activity of hers. She opened her notebook, writing a few words here and there to avoid the suspicion, and just watched.