forum Inexplicably High, Inexplicably Low // oxo // dark (MA)

Started August 30, 2021 by @LittleRiver local_movies

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They say there’s a motel off in the middle of nowhere. And, when I say nowhere, I mean it.
It’s on the side of a mountain, surrounded by the tallest evergreens I’ve ever seen. Somehow, you can only find it at night.
It’s some kind of gross magic, if you ask me. How the broken neon sign pierces through the fog, even though it flickers off and on. How the 30’s style jukebox still shines its rainbow colors to some Elvis Presley album, even when no coins enter its slot at all. How, somehow, the moon is always full, and there’s always only a few rooms open at a time— even though no one ever seems to leave or enter.
And, most of all, how it will trap you in… and never let you leave.
I’ve heard it only shows up to those who get lost on the old mountain roads. When your truck breaks down, conveniently just a mile away from this motel. When your radio turns to static, the fog rolls in, and all you can see is the faint neon sign.
Then, there are those who say it’s an urban legend, to keep people from driving the roads at night. Frankly, I don’t believe them. I don’t believe them, because all of their stories are wrong.
How do I know?
Well…
My name is Hitchpike. I’m some sort of hellish devil from the eastern circle.
And, I’m the owner of this motel.
So drop in, stay a while. It’s not like you’ll be leaving anytime soon.
Welcome, my child…
To the Inexplicable Inn.

Welcome, newest member of the motel! This is basically an rp where your character gets lost, finds the inn, and then stuff goes down. I’d probably rate it MA, because this will no doubt have some dark themes. Also, feel free to suggest a secondary genre. Want romance? Done. Want sci-fi? We could make it work. Post-apocalyptic? Totally. Bring your creativity!

Small rules:

• Be relatively active pls :3
• Rated whatever is fine (for language, actions, etc) / whatever you’re comfortable with
• 3+ sentences, pls
• GrAMmaR
• No controlling someone else’s character
• We can chill in pm’s if we need to
• No OP pls. Or maybe yes OP. Depends

I’ll get temps up once someone joins. Yeah this is a reboot i’ve been away for years but i wanna get back into writing more, so — yeah!

(I'm going to go ahead and paste a previous rp sample, but if you'd like something different let me know! I forget how much context is necessary to make sense of passages from Dusk, but I'm always willing to explain if you're curious.)

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“Coming from someone who had my power,” Sivik scoffed. “You must not have known how to use it, or you’d have known my hearing goes a lot farther than that. Did you know I can hear heartbeats? On that note, someone, please, do something about Kace before the next time we inevitably run into each other. Either get him to confess to Reverie already or keep him away from her—at least in my vicinity.”

He opened his mouth, probably to go off on another tangent, but ended up closing it just as quickly. He tensed automatically, cocking his head to the side in a manner reminiscent of a dog who picked up on an interesting noise. Seven-Eleven, who he’d placed on his head sometime in the midst of what he was saying, teetered dangerously to the side.

Sivik brushed his hand against Mary’s in reassurance, noting from the general shift in focus that the others must’ve heard the noise, too. Except maybe Kelly, who all but whirled around at Mary and Requiem’s conversation.

The proxy took the two steps necessary to close the distance between him and Mary, something dangerous glinting in his eyes as he grabbed her shoulders. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t know what a knife is. Look me in the eyes,” he demanded, jostling her despite Sivik’s strangled noise of protest.

Alik watched the interaction with interest and whispered back to Cherub, “Yep. I think he’s too preoccupied today to care, though. Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t have a mental breakdown sooner.” A pause, and then, “Sivik was a bit of a surprise, though.”

At his words there was a low, rumbling sound along with a few clinks accompanying the sight of empty paint cans rolling out from the nearby alley.

“Behind the dumpster—!” Sivik started to warn, only to break off as a large shadow leaped onto said dumpster and lunged directly for Kelly’s turned back.

In one fluid movement, the proxy shoved Mary into her friend, lifting the knife from her hand and raising it in time to meet the werewolf’s snapping jaws. The weight sent them both crashing to the ground, but Kelly used the momentum from the fall to throw the beast off, flipping back onto his feet and losing another knife from a sheath hidden in his waistband.

He calmly stood up and handed Mary’s knife back to her, brandishing his own with a blunt thanks for letting him borrow it. “First rule of fighting werewolves: Don’t let them bite you.”

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(alright here we go! i’ll get my boyo up a little later today)