forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"Just a little fight with a… colleague. I just got out of the hospital anyways. I'd rather not pay another visit." Blake spat out the word colleague like it was something vile. He did his bets to keep calm. Blake was in the public eye now. He can't afford to act out. Commander Ryker will find out and give the mission to someone else… god knows what would happen to Blake's wings…. He shuddered involuntary. He drew his attention back to the boy. "Don't be nervous. I don't bite." He offered him a weak smile.

Joshua nodded along to his words. Somehow, he doubted that he was actually okay. And whoever this "colleague" was, he was awful glad that he wasn't him. One simple glace at this guys physique told him just that.

At the strangers jest, Josh let loose a little grin. "Alright then." As if on cue, the strangers stomach let loose a growl that would make any teenage girl flush with embarrassment. Joshua giggled, genuinely amused, his pearly white teeth flashing a smile that could quite possible rival the sun.

"Looks like the beast in your stomach would say otherwise. You looking for a good place to eat around here?"

Peter exhaled a satisfied sigh when he finished the hamburger, folding his wings against his sides as drowsiness set in.

( it see,s i will have to be the conductor for sketer until irish can rp lol ;3 )

"You could say that." Blake scuffed his feet on the ground out of embarrassment. Years of practice made it easy to keep his facial expression blank. After a moment Blake spoke up again. "I'm Blake by the way." He stuck out his hand to shake, but retracted it seconds after, noticing there was dried blood on it.

Josh blinked rapidly at the dried blood, but quickly recovered by grinning. "Man, that dude you were beating up sure had it coming, huh? I'm Josh." He grinned.

"If you don't mind me suggesting, there's this AWESOME Ramen place just down the road a few blocks–I should know, I work there–I mean…I honestly don't know what other Ramen places taste like, cause I've only eaten at mine, but…it's good? Like, it's GREAT. My grandmother makes all of the food there–and I'm not just saying it's good because she's family and I have to say that. It is, really good. It's all really fresh, and it's just like a home-cooked meal–aaaaand, I'm rambling." Josh grinned sheepishly, coloring slightly. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Josh. I'm willing to talk about food anytime." Blake cracked a smile. He internally cringed, wishing the blood on his hands was Ben's and not his own. He took a deep breath to clear his head. "Any food is better than barrack food. Lead the way, Josh."

so am i

(I'm back! Love our new lil cinnamon roll's relationship w Blake!!!!!)

Macha ate slowly, not having much of an appetite, but knowing that she needed food to sustain her body and mind. She watched Ana follow Dani out, and, once again, was sucked under by a riptide of an almost motherly worry for the scarred girl. She followed as Dani lead them into the passage, unsure if she could trust this "Dr. Axyl'. Lenn's soft face, round eyes, and almost platinum blond hair floated in and out of her mind, as if all the treasured, painful memories of him had escaped the dam she had set up in her head. We had been two of a kind…, she thought, mourning him all over again. Grey on grey, both wearing colorless clothes, both with silver in our veins… Macha remebered the little frozen pond where she would watch him figure skate, carving art into the ice with his skates, leaping, twirling, dancing, putting on a secret show just for her. Following the memory, gunshots sounded in her head, bouncing around in her skull. Bullets everywhere. Lenn stumbling, slipping on the ice, lunging forward to shield her with his body. "NO!", she had screamed desperately, trying to throw him off so that he could take cover beneath her huge wings. "Pretend to be dead.", he had whispered urgently, coughing up blood. Helpless, she did as he had instructed. Macha had still seen the knife whistling through the air to embed itself deep in Leonnard's back, heard he whirring of helicopter blades as the R.A.C. helicopter flew away, seeming to gloat evilly. "LENN!", she had screamed, crying, rivers pouring out of her eyes. "Lenn! Come back!!" He had smiled sadly up at her, the tip of the serrated knife jutting out off his chest. "Goodbye, love.", he whispered coughing up more blood. "Y-you are my sunshine–", he wheezed and continued. "My— only sun–sunshine. You make me h–happy–" He had looked into her golden eyes and whispered a final: "Goodbye…".