forum That feeling when all of your roleplays have died (Open)

Started May 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Welp. I'm here

Same.
Just not for much longer, as sleep is summoning me.

Any ideas, by chance?

It's bedtiiiiiiime

I shall return tomorrow with ideas

Brenna responded first, I'm sorry

Sorry :(

Yeah, that's fine

Thx! Imma be quiet now…)

Nope, take @starry, my computer broke and I won't be on consistently (Possibly at all) for a couple weeks. Thanks anyway!

Would you be upset if we made the roleplay straight?

Straight is cool, and while I prefer gay in the sense that i have many characters whose sexualities are in question, I will also admit to needing practice at straight relationships too.
(Fyi I have to go shower… be back asap…)

It's fine, we'll formulate a plot when you get back

Okay, I'm back, what do we do for plot?

You said you wanted to do a soulmate rp, right?

Yeah! I've been getting into those and they're kinda interesting…

Would fantasy be involved? 'Cause I got a character that could work

Fantasy can definitely be involved! (I was actually hoping it would be, cause I have mainly half human characters…)

Kabang!

Coolio! Not sure which of mine to use… (Also notes that my character sheets are woefully underdeveloped.)

It's fine

Uhmm.. Imma go find a character to use and go with that, yeets self into encyclopedia of characters..

www.notebook.ai/plan/characters/654020
I found one!!

Looks good!

Thanks! Umm… so how are they meeting?

It was a cold night. Pretty odd, considering it was a May night in South Carolina, but Baylee honestly wasn't complaining. The cold was more manageable than the heat, for he could put on a hoodie when he's cold, but couldn't take his shirt off if it was hot. Call him crazy, but he knew he had a point. But when it's cold when people expected warm, it made them grump. And in a bar, grumpy can turn into tension and tension mixed with alcohol was just downright dangerous. Baylee could feel it in the cold air. Something bad was going to happen that night.

The magic on his breath tickled the back of his throat, giving his entire body an electric charge that shocked his anytime he reached over to fill someone's drink or wash a glass. They were audible shocks too, when the Snap! was so loud it made people turn and wince out of pity. He smiled and shrugged off the , "Damn, boyy, you alright?!"s from the drunken old men that stumbled around the bar and played really bad games of pool in the right hand corner of the bar. What a use of your magic, huh? Sitting here in a bar, getting shocked every two seconds, his mind grinded out, refusing to be silenced despite his every effort to put a metaphorical piece of duck tape over it's mouth. He was so distracted by this he didn't notice the woman waiting near the register, her foot tapping impatiently and her face twisted in a mic of disgust, impatience, and anger.

Blaze sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she waited at the till, wanting to pay for the couple of drinks she'd had and leave before the tension in the room broke. "Hey!" She called to the bartender. "You gonna let me pay or what?"