forum biker gang rp (closed)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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(Ohmygosh, I miss cheesecake. I hate food sensitivities.)

Belle's gaze shot over to the room Tsunami was in, hoping that the dog wasn't going to be too much trouble for the rest of the night.

(ok thanks)
Name: Anne Clay
Age: 15
Gender: female
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: straight black hair that ends right below the shoulders. pale, white skin. brown eyes. very skinny. has scars all over her right arm and back
Outfit: a (stolen) leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans. she also always has a black backpack.
Personality: shes closed off and doesn't talk much but when she does her sentences are drenched in sarcasm. If you get to know her you will learn that she is loyal and kind.
Other: got kicked out of her house almost a year ago and has been homeless since. loves to draw comics.
(sorry that it's not that descriptive I haven't rped in a while.)

Anne slipped into the party along with a group of late arrivals. She overheard some seniors at her school talking about the party and thought that it would be the best place to get some free booze and if she's lucky some food. she walked over to the punch bowl and prayed that it was spiked.

(allergies are fun. if I remember correctly I can't eat taco bell, sonic (might be wrong), or burger king but it sometimes depends on how much my body hates me that day)

(I literally eat at like two places: Chipotle and Smashburger. Lol.)

Anne slipped into the party along with a group of late arrivals. She overheard some seniors at her school talking about the party and thought that it would be the best place to get some free booze and if she's lucky some food. she walked over to the punch bowl and prayed that it was spiked.

(So… There are, like, six people at the party… And no one else was really invited… Jsyk.)

(oh sorry I should have read more. Ignore what I said. I'll find another way to start)

(Lol. All right.)

Rigel woke up in a ditch, his bike not a few feet away. The moon shown brightly in the sky, so he couldn’t have been out for too long. His head pounded as he tried to sit up. He was on the side of a dirt road, surrounded by litter. Rigel gave out a groan at the pain that still coursed through his body but it was dull because of the drugs still in effect. He looked at his bike, “Why why am I here…?” He trailed off, his tongue lead in his mouth, but then it all came back to him. He frowned. He released a breath and stumbled over to his bike. He pulled it over to the edge of the road, almost falling a few times as the world spun, and slid on top of his bike. He tried starting it, but it wouldn’t go. He squinted at the bike, until his saw the fuel gauge. Completely empty. Rigel started walking the bike down the road, stumbling every few feet. He searched through his many pockets for his cell phone. It all seemed so funny, he started laughing. Here he was, stranded on the side of the road and higher than heaven, and it was all so funny. He laughed hysterically again as he found his phone. He looked at his first few contacts, not searching too specifically, and called one of his gang. He thought it was Aspen, but his eyes wouldn’t exactly come into focus. He waited as the phone rang.

(Yay! Rigel’s calling Aspen)

Her phone rang while she had Mark in mid air. Sighing, she let go of him “What?” She said into her phine

(im dying my cheesecake is so gonna fail)

(No! Live, cheesecake, live!!!)

(That all sounds really good… Too bad I already brushed my teeth, or else I'd be on my way to the kitchen to find a snack. Lol.
I really hope it does, too!)

(;P That's honestly such a ridiculous picture, though…
Like, I can't get over it. It's weird. Lol.)

(Well, that sucks. Hopefully your family will leave you some. Lol.
Mine totally wouldn't, even if I'd made it.)