forum Yet Another Shipping Roleplay (Supernatural//Open)

Started October 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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Thanks.

When everyone is one we could possibly start. And, would you guys rather figure out shipping now or as we go along in the rp?

I'd like to let it develop naturally.

I think letting it develop would be cool.

Gtg, dinner. I'll be back in half an hour or so

Yeah.

Back!

Welcome back! If everyone is on could we start?

I would love to.

(Sorry that I've been gone for so long. I'll post the starter right now.)

Cyprus had begun walking down the cracked sidewalk of the city, kicking a stray pebble or two as he made his way towards a small cafe, intent on not looking up and making eye contact with others. Today had started off as a grey day, which hadn't exactly improved his mood. Though, he hoped that an expresso or hot chocolate would make him feel better. He tugged his faded, tan leather jacket closer, hugging it to his body as a few cold breezes picked up. Only a couple more blocks until I reach the cafe…at least, that's what my neighbor said.

Indra's bike roared into the café lot. He took off his helmet, and let down the stand. Scoffing, he stood there, examining the place, before walking in. He took a seat, waiting for the line to die down.

Vanca made her way to a cafe she'd heard of a while back. She'd never been to a cafe before, but it was a coffee day, so she slithered down the street. Careful of anything that might result in cuts or scraps to her tail.

Lyra carefully sipped her hot cocoa, watching people through the Cafe's large windows. Her laptop was open, layout for her latest paper on marine biology sitting half finished as she watched people trickle in. She was glad she'd been skulking around inside for the last hour or so, slowly befriending the barista because the line now was so long it almost reached outside.

Indra finally got his espresso, and went to sit down. This place always attracted peculiar customers.

Lyra scanned over the crowd, eyes quickly settling on an interesting boy. He was probably some kind of dragon hybrid based on his bright hair and rough features. She itched to write a song about him but suppressed the urge. She didn't write songs about people anymore and she certainly wouldn't break that rule for strangers.

Cyprus walked to the counter, brushing a few locks of longer, white hair out of his face as he ordered a cup of coffee. He fumbled for a few moments to put his wallet away, though quickly resided to another table near an odd looking boy. Taking a few sips and sitting down, he studied the other for a few moments before he glanced back down. Cyprus' skin had a faint, translucent quality, so he decided that by sitting near the other boy, they wouldn't ask too many questions about his appearance.

Lyra nearly cackled with glee when another white-haired boy walked in. This one was smaller, more…whispy. She walked over to the table with a grin on her face, pushing her sunglasses down her nose with a sultry grin. "Hello boys, I don't think I've seen you around here before." Lyra didn't know if they were regulars or not because she sure wasn't. She just found that if someone walked up to you with no opening line it freaked you out.

"Hello…" Cyprus answered, raising a light brow in confusion as he looked up towards the other girl. She seemed a little odd in appearance as well, so he decided that it would be fine if he talked to her. "I don't come here often, so I suppose that we haven't met," he added with a light shrug, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear as he spoke.

Lyra took in the boy talking to her, noting all the faint scars along his body. She wondered what had caused them, and thought about going back on her no songs about people rule. This dude was giving her some serious inspirations. Rhymes were already zinging through her head and a melody was weaving itself into her mind. "I'm Lyra! It's nice to meet you!" She cheered, holding out a hand for him to shake.

"Cyprus," he answered, holding his own hand out and shaking the other's hand gently. He didn't mean to be so reserved and quiet next to others, though, it was a habit that he couldn't seem to shake off. After all, his sister had always been the more eccentric one. "So, do you live here?" Cyprus asked after a small pause, intent on making small talk as he studied the girl, noticing how her teeth seemed to be a bit sharp.

"Oh yeah, I live in Sunnybrook. Y'know, the apartment building?" She gestured to the brownstone she was staying in. It was a beautiful place, really. It used to be some historical voodoo queen or another's fancy mansion but had been divided up into tiny apartments. They were quite splendid. "Where are you staying?"

Vanca ordered her coffee and quickly found a place- far in the back away from most- to sit. She didn't enjoy the weird looks she often got, but would always return them with a kind smile. Vanca pulled out her phone to see if she had an texts, not that she had many friends, or any really, but had hopped for a distraction while she waited.