forum PRIVATE RP- for a n g e l, sTRAYKEYS, TopazWyrmlet~, Jensen-rs and PuffPoff

Started March 23, 2018 by Fawn Yeet

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yes fonyait is here

You can have your
? X macro ship!

Lol

I used to choose a different character for each RP but I stopped doing that because I ended up enjoying playing Asura so much.

I love playing as Micah but…I dunno I like having him in just one rp

Ro X Marco? Sure let's try it i guess :P

Or maybe we can toss sequin in? and ship her with marco? ye lets do that Sequin Allson

also how are ro and asura related this time Jensen

Idk depends on what the rp is going to be about

This roleplay is dystopian

i had an idea?

so it's a jail for 'special people' where they use mind control, and they're all kinda pacifists, and the only way to escape is to kill?

Ooh!)

Okay so you'll probably be my niece since Asura is canonically around 25 in his human form.

K can we start?

ALso in this, marco and sequin are the same age.

Okay

K coolios.
Fonyait, plz start us off.

YOu can start jensen

No i don't wanna CarKeys

Why am I starting?? I'm not good at starting!

aw fine.

Ro woke up in her cell, her mouth shut tightly. She looked over at the cell beside her, seeing her uncle. She wave slightly.

(UGH!)
Chloe ran with her hair whipping in the wind and tried to climb a fence. Something caught her boot. "Shit!"

(I thought I needed to start, XD.
Well there's the intro for Chloe.)

Sequin woke up in the grass. "What the hell?" She sighed, and saw Chloe climbing the fence. "STOP IT! You can't escape that way. Remember.. we have to kill, and none of us can."

Carter sat quietly, pointing his pistol out the window. He bit his lip, watching for movement.

Asura glanced over at Ro, then Chloe, but kept his mouth shut.

Sequin stood up, and looked at the window, seeing carter. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNO DONT SHOOT"

Chloe jumped back down, "I hate all of you." She walked back to Marco who was cutting a log in the corner. "Hey, Chlo" he said.

"Why shouldn't I?" Carter shouted back, hiding behind the wall so only his gun and the top of his head were visible.

Griffin sat, huddled in a corner, watching the others converse.