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@allonsyjohnsmith
Starter/Plotting Call!
Alright, I haven’t roleplayed in what feels like a month, so hmu! I’m just really in the mood for plotting things out and creating a good, solid storyline because a lot of my muses need more close friends lol. But if plotting isn’t your style feel free to just comment who you want to roleplay with and we can wing it :)
Mr. Darcy
Belle
Tenth Doctor
Jacques Snicket
Beatrice Snicket
Hades/Sherlock Holmes/Julian Devorak
Something in the Water|| Open
John Smith loved parties! He thrived at them, always wanting to be the center of attention. He didn’t have to try very hard, he was just naturally so out there that people tended to look at him oddly anyways. He felt so energetic around so many people, he loved it.
He fluttered about the crowd, and if one didn’t know him, they might of said he started the party, or that he had been to events like this before. Of course he had, but it’s not like John Smith knew that. The Doctor did, but not John Smith...
But as the night crawled on...something didn’t seem right to him. People all around him were looking dazed, confused, some were hysterical. Something deep within him knew that he had to figure this out...there was something in the water...or maybe the champagne. It was the one thing The Doctor hadn’t consumed yet, to his own surprise. Maybe...just maybe..
“Oh! Hallo there! Can I offer you a drink? I heard the champagne is some of the best you can get, and it’s all free!” John said, really trying to sell it, even though he had alterior motives other than just being friendly.
Belle Tenth Doctor Jack Sparrow Beatrice Snicket Sherlock Holmes Jenna Hutcherson
Starter Call
I have a lot of muse for these guys and I feel like I haven’t roleplayed with anyone in a while. Comment which character you’d like to rp with!
William Darcy: 0/3
Hades: 0/3
Sherlock: 0/3
Tenth Doctor: 0/3
misc sentences
“ who do you think you are? “
“ wait , did you just say you love me? “
“ please just … leave me alone. “
“ i’m so happy! “
“ is this a gift for me? “
“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “
“ i love you. “
“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “
“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “
“ w — what? “
“ … i’m sorry. “
“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “
“ bitch , guess what? “
“ oh my god … “
“ fuck you to fucking hell! “
“ man … go to hell. “
“ what did you just send me? “
“ what did you just say? “
“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “
“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “
“ are you jealous? “
“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “
“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “
“ you’re so stupid. “
“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “
“ you don’t want me. “
“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “
“ let me take you out on a date. “
“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “
“ no! don’t tickle me! “
“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “
“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “
“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “
“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “
“ so what will it be tonight? “
“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “
“ i don’t love you. “
“ you don’t love me. “
“ … is there something you want? “
“ you know , you’re really cute. “
“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “
“ shh … don’t cry. “
“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “
“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “
“ hello darkness my old friend … “
“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “
“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ”
“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”
“ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ”
“ i wish i could hate you. ”
“ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ”
“ i need you to trust me. ”
“ i missed/miss you. ”
“ she/he won’t listen to me. ”
“ let me do this for you. please. ”
“ is there anything else you want to say to me? ”
“ tell me something happy. ”
“ promise me. ”
“ i just want/wanted to help. ”
“ let me explain. ”
“ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ”
“ i’m on your side. ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ please, tell me you have a plan. ”
“ stay with me tonight. ”
“ don’t go. please. ”
“ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ”
“ talk to me. ”
“ i did what i had to do. ”
“ we can’t keep going on like this. ”
“ i’m just tired. ”
“ i’m scared. ”
“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ”
“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”
“ hope is dangerous. ”
“ i like seeing you smile. ”
“ you look beautiful. ”
“ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”
“ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ”
“ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ”
“ have a drink with me. ”
“ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ”
“ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ”
“ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ”
“ do you wanna get out of here? ”
“ walk with me? ”
“ well, shit. ”
“ change isn’t easy. ”
“ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ”
“ i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad. ”
“ what did you want to tell me? ”
“ it was supposed to be simple. ”
“ you’ve got blood on your shirt. ”
“ you can stay with me. ”
“ what did you want to show me? ”
“ i miss ____ more than i thought i would. ”
“ i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know. ”
“ shut up. please. ”
“ fuck off. ”
“ hush, i’m trying to kiss you. ”
“ you’re lucky you’re cute. ”
“ i fucked up. ”
“ i just want to take it all back. ”
“ i can’t sleep. ”
“ can’t sleep? ”
“ we should get a pet. ”
“ if you have something to say, spit it out. ”
“ i’m allowed to be angry. ”
“ she/he aint even that cute. ”
“ just hold me. ”
“ do you want me to go? ”
“ i just need time. ”
“ i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that. ”
“ nothing you can say will surprise me. ”
“ everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind. ”
“ death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago. ”
“ i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity. ”
“ listen to me, please. ”
“ i’m not even sure what to say to that. ”
“ that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t. ”
“ am i supposed to care? ”
“ i do care. ”
“ you make me happy. ”
“ you look beautiful like this. ”
“ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ”
“ it terrifies me. ”
“ just let me show you how i feel. ”
allonsyjohnsmith:
“Nobody can take care of themselves all of the time. That’s why people have friends.” He said with a kind grin. Even John could use some friends, he knew most people found him too out of place to even consider him, but John just couldn’t care enough to change. But maybe, just maybe this guy could at least tolerate him.
John took the granola bar and broke it in half, giving one piece to the other. “I’ll pay you back, I have tons of these, just not with me. But this should lure him in, he eats everything and anything, this shouldn’t be an exception.” The Doctor said, waving the granola bar around like it was some sort of tracking device. “The name’s John, John Smith.” He introduced, offering his hand as he continued to walk in the direction of the dog.
Jason supposed that was one way to think about it. Though, he didn’t really have any friends. People tended to keep a wide birth around him, and he wasn’t sure why, but he was fine with it. No one else to disappoint or be disappointed by. It was almost easier that way. “I guess so.” He agreed.”
Watching curiously as the male broke the granola bar in in half, Jason wearily took the other half when it was handed to him. “It’s just a granola bar. You don’t have to do that.” He assured him, taking the wrapper and balling it up before stuffing it in his pocket. “What kind of dog are we looking for?” He ask, shifting his gaze around the street. “Nice to meet you, John. I’m Jason Todd.” He introduced himself as he followed John down the street.
The doctor scratched his head, trying to think. “Eh, I think it was a mutt. It looked like a lab of doe sort though! It’s big with short but patchy fur.” He explained before whistling. “Here boy! I got a treat! So does the gentleman beside me...really you could to either of us.”
It was a few good minutes until John noticed the dog a few feet away. He quickly pulled the other by the jacket around the corner before the dog could see. “Alright mate, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to keep him distracted with food while I get the jump on him. Got it?” He asked, already feeling excited and clever with his brilliant idea.
#introducing yourself like
allonsyjohnsmith:
John scratched his head. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain that he felt a little deep connection to something that was only good for flashing a blue light and making a weird sound, but he just did. It was the only thing he had left of a past he couldn’t quite put together.
“It’s a…thing…a wibbily-wobbily-timey-wimey…thing.” He said, not really sure how else to describe it. “Listen it belonged to someone important to me, it’s the only thing I have left of them.” Rule number one: the doctor lies. Though it didn’t feel like a lie to John Smith, somehow, he felt like the weird device was essential to his past, whatever that past may be. All he knew was that it was important, and it was the only thing he had left of…well…himself. “Listen mate, I’ll even give you the dog if you help me. He went down that alley but when I checked down there, I lost him. You don’t happen to have any food on ya?” The eccentric man asked, still trying to catch his breath.
Jason’s sharp gaze watched the man curiously. He could see the conflict behind the mans eyes, but he decided not to comment on it. Everyone had a conflict in them, and it wasn’t Jason’s business to say something about it. Though, he supposed if he could help, he would. A burning flicker of familarity at the idea of helping out had him scratching his wrist. He was I t c h y again… His brows rose higher. “Wibbily-wobboliy-timey-wimey thing?” He echoed, not really understanding where this man was coming from. “Look, if it’s so important to you, fine. I’ll help you out. No repayment needed. I can’t take the dog. I can barley take care of myself half the time.” He mumbled, pushing himself away from the lamp-post he had been leaning against and following after the man. “I have a granola bar. Only food I have.”
“Nobody can take care of themselves all of the time. That’s why people have friends.” He said with a kind grin. Even John could use some friends, he knew most people found him too out of place to even consider him, but John just couldn’t care enough to change. But maybe, just maybe this guy could at least tolerate him.
John took the granola bar and broke it in half, giving one piece to the other. “I’ll pay you back, I have tons of these, just not with me. But this should lure him in, he eats everything and anything, this shouldn’t be an exception.” The Doctor said, waving the granola bar around like it was some sort of tracking device. “The name’s John, John Smith.” He introduced, offering his hand as he continued to walk in the direction of the dog.
allonsyjohnsmith:
“Oi! Get back here you mangy figgy brained…-rascal!” The teacher had ran so far for so long that he knew he just had to stop if he ever wanted to be fast enough to eventually chase the mischievous thegn.
What he really needed was help, and bad. “‘Ello! Yes hi how would you feel about helping me find a dog?” He asked the person nearest to them. He didn’t know them, but they seemed nice enough and they couldn’t really do him any damage…right? “It took something very valuable of mine.” He said, hoping that would be enough to compel them to help.
Waiting for the bus was awful, and as he waited, Jason had never felt so envious of people who had cars. They could just go. Go anywhere and get out of here. Huffing and pulling his jacket collar tighter around his throat, he glanced at his watch to see how much longer he’d have to wait. Jason hated waiting. Just as he was about to give up on waiting for this damn bus and debating on getting stupid groceries another day, a man came tearing down the street.
“Whoa man, slow down.” He mumbled, watching as the dark haired male looked around with a determined look in his eyes. Though, Jason stilled when the gaze landed on him. “Yeah… Hi..” He trailed off, listening to the mans story. Brows raised slightly, Jason stared in slight disbelief. “A dog?” He echoed. “Something valuable? Like, the newspaper or your car keys? I mean, I guess I can help. Not as if I have anything important to do.”
John scratched his head. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain that he felt a little deep connection to something that was only good for flashing a blue light and making a weird sound, but he just did. It was the only thing he had left of a past he couldn’t quite put together.
“It’s a...thing...a wibbily-wobbily-timey-wimey...thing.” He said, not really sure how else to describe it. “Listen it belonged to someone important to me, it’s the only thing I have left of them.” Rule number one: the doctor lies. Though it didn’t feel like a lie to John Smith, somehow, he felt like the weird device was essential to his past, whatever that past may be. All he knew was that it was important, and it was the only thing he had left of...well...himself. “Listen mate, I’ll even give you the dog if you help me. He went down that alley but when I checked down there, I lost him. You don’t happen to have any food on ya?” The eccentric man asked, still trying to catch his breath.
Starter Call!
I really ought to do more with these muses😅Comment which muse you’d like to interact with!
Belle Lebeau 1/3
Tenth Doctor/ John Smith 0/3
Mary Poppins 0/3
Jack Sparrow 0/3
Sherlock Holmes 0/3
“you sound like some people i know. i always tend to be the overly studiously one, trying to be a little too responsible” she admitted with a bow of her head in slight laughter, hiding away the silent ‘used to be’ that screamed through her mind, forcing her to acknowledge just how much she had changed. as the town with pep lost some of that pep, she lost some of her old self- and in all honest reflection, she wasn’t sure whether that was for better or for worse. “just so long as you get them done sometime soon” she beamed lightly as she adjusted her position, ready to give it a go.
“who knows, really? they’ve got to survive somehow without us” she’d never considered duck habitats too dearly, though he had presented them with an- albeit strange- consideration of thought that she mused on. “might as well…after all, life isn’t all about responsibilities as you said” taking a few small chunks from the bag, she narrowed her gaze for a moment before arm released the pieces forward.
John shrugged, “Overly responsible isn’t bad...if you allow yourself some fun at least once in a while.” He said with a smirk before giving her a playful nudge. He was reminded of how he taught his own students; making sure they were responsible, all while having the perks of still being a kid. “After all, what’s the point of being an adult if you never remember what it was like to be a child?” He didn’t know if anything he was saying was making sense to the other, but thoughts and words get cane to get her at the same time and there was not stopping it.
John laughed as two ducks playfully nipped at each other to fight over the bread. “Life is definitely not all about responsibilities.” God, He was a teacher and even he never cared for responsibilities, even thought he usually upheld them. “Have you ever done this before?” He asked curiously as he threw a piece of bread into the pond.
“Oi! Get back here you mangy figgy brained…-rascal!” The teacher had ran so far for so long that he knew he just had to stop if he ever wanted to be fast enough to eventually chase the mischievous thegn.
What he really needed was help, and bad. “‘Ello! Yes hi how would you feel about helping me find a dog?” He asked the person nearest to them. He didn’t know them, but they seemed nice enough and they couldn’t really do him any damage…right? “It took something very valuable of mine.” He said, hoping that would be enough to compel them to help.
He witnessed the scene play out before him from a distance, blue irises observing the stranger as he chased after the dog who he assumed must’ve done wrong. His eyes darting away once there was nothing more for him to see. Troy not in need of being noticed, witnessed himself as he stared.
It was the familiar voice he just heard that spoke out beside him which caused for him to turn his head once more. His response to the question asked hesitant as tired eyes fell upon him. “Did you see which way it went?” Troy himself knowing but curious as to if the male beside him knew. “What’s it got that’s so important, so valuable?”
John scratched his head. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain that he felt a little deep connection to something that was only good for flashing a blue light and making a weird sound, but he just did. It was the only thing he had left of a past he couldn’t quite put together.
“It’s a...thing...a timey-wimey...thing.” He said, not really sure how else to describe it. “Listen it belonged to someone important to me, it’s the only thing I have left of them.” Rule number one: the doctor lies. Though it didn’t feel like a lie to John Smith, somehow, he felt like the weird device belonged to the person he was before. He knew it was important, and it was the only thing he had left of...well...himself. “Listen mate, I’ll even give you the dog if you help me. He went down that alley but when I checked down there, I lost him. You don’t happen to have any food on ya?” The eccentric man asked, still trying to catch his breath.
“Oi! Get back here you mangy figgy brained...-rascal!” The teacher had ran so far for so long that he knew he just had to stop if he ever wanted to be fast enough to eventually chase the mischievous thegn.
What he really needed was help, and bad. “‘Ello! Yes hi how would you feel about helping me find a dog?” He asked the person nearest to them. He didn’t know them, but they seemed nice enough and they couldn’t really do him any damage...right? “It took something very valuable of mine.” He said, hoping that would be enough to compel them to help.
*: ･ﾟ✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”
“SURELY GUARANTEED OPTIMISM IN A reading is no way to do one? what’s the point otherwise? not that i’m complaining though” she hastily amended her words at the last minute with a wrinkle of a smile, grateful for the random yet kind offer the male had given to her. used to a town of seemingly eternal despair, she wasn’t going to refuse any brightness offered to her these days. “you honestly didn’t? looks like things aren’t so bad as i thought”.
ah, a teacher. surprisingly, that didn’t make much sense based on the personal readings she had managed to make of the male. might’ve just been a riverdale thing, but teachers and any sort of authority figures tended to be pretty untrustworthy and bad in her recent esteem. a quirk of a brow, a laugh rippled from her at the admission. “a teacher, huh? you kinda have a duty, wouldn’t your pupils appreciate it if you marked their papers?” she quizzed him back, trying to remain responsible enough, though finding the offer too tempting to refuse, some idyllic notions connotated. “but sure! doesn’t sound half bad a plan”.
John huffed, perhaps he shouldn’t have told a responsible student about his grading of papers, but there was nothing to do about it now. “Well...I have a couple of days to finish them and there are only 20 left...Besides, like can’t just be full of responsibilities.” He said with a mischievous smile.
“So come on then! Ducks don’t feed themselves! Or do they...?” Then the weird man started to laugh to himself. “Could you imagine if they could eat like us? They’d just waddle right up to the table and all.” He chuckled some more as he ripped off a piece of bread and fed it to a duck in the pond. “Do you want a go at it?”
