Alrighty, here you can do whatever you want, cross-genre, kill a character (with it's creators permission), even romance! (ewww!) But there are three rules:
1) No swearing! At all!
2) You can only join if your character's entrance is as dramatic and over-the-top as he/she is capable of!
3) If your character doesn't do over-the-top, then send one who does!
Hello may I join with a psychopath murderer who's sassy as hecc? He's Italian oof (is swearing allowed if it's in Italian)
Renegades by X Ambassadors turns on at maximum volume in every device with a speaker
Building foundations tremble
Window breaks
A man in a long black trench coat swings in through the hole.
"Sup." The man bows and pulls out a small silver device. He clicks a button and the music stops. "I'm Dax."
Scipio jumps out of the second floor of the building and rolls upon impact with the ground so he wouldn't break his legs. He pulled out his gun and walked inside, shooting a couple random people for literally no reason. "Hey, Dax."
Dax looked surprised, but his expression vanished quicker than it had appeared. "Well, I didn't expect you here."
"Yeah, well, shooting people is no fun if they expect it." Scipio said simply, tucking his gun back into its holster. His Italian accent was still noticeable in his speech. "So, how have you been?"
He sighed. "I'm still in this area, Krant's got something here, but I don't know what it is. On the bright side," He pulled the remote back out if his pocket and clicked it twice, causing the music to come back on. "Earth music isn't half bad."
"Yeah. I mean, earth sucks otherwise, but I guess music is okay." Scipio sat down and put his feet on a table. "Killing people is fun too. It's the only thing that gives me any thrill anymore."
"I'd call that low, but hey, I'm 'bout top blow this place out of boredom." He chuckled. "What do you guys do for fun?"
Scipio shrugged. "Murder, getting ice cream, petting dogs, lying about my age… It's all pretty alright, you know."
"I should take you to my town, they'd love you in the inner ring." He noticed the strange glances his choice of words received. "We should move somewhere private, I'll tell you about home."
"Literally who even cares? I just shot two people and you're worried about talking about cagefighting or whatever? I mean, if you really want to go to your place, we can."
"By 'inner ring', I mean the two planets nearest to the sun. No one goes there unless they've got something frowned-upon planned."
"Oh, well I almost always have something frowned upon planned. Unless the murder is spontaneous." Scipio hummed a bit to himself. "How do I get there?"
(GTG)
"I'll give you a ride if you give me a hand." Dax offered a handshake. "Deal?"
Before anyone could do any type of deal, a random door that is totally random flies off of its hinges. The smoke dies down, revealing a tall man with dark, curly hair that framed his long, handsome face with a slight smirk on his face sauntered into the room, slicking his hair back with a big hand. He wore a pair of expensive looking sunglasses with a slick business casual look that made him look three-trillion times better, since it framed his bod in the best way. He was the type of handsome, tall guy you'd see on the cover of a magazine. Typical, because he was a supermodel. How could you not know him????
Dax turned his head. "And you are…?"
Neo snatched off his sunglasses with a flourish, glaring down at the human scum at his feet. "I am Neophyte Whembrooke. A freaking supermodel, if you didn't know," He explained sassily, wrinkling his pointed nose. "May I have the pleasure of knowing who you are?"
"Ahh, you see, I don't give my name to weird or overly-cocky strangers. Nothing personal." Dax smiled.
Neo crossed his arms and squinted his icy eyes down at the other, crossing the room to loom over him like a crow. "I'd like to know your name."
( Slides in May I?)
(of COURSE! just stay within the parameters)