BoJack Horseman

Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous tv show. I'm BoJack the Horse, Don't act like you don't know. And I'm trying to hold on to my past. It's been so long, I don't think I'm gonna last. I guess I'll just try And make you understand That I'm more horse than a man Or I'm more man than a horse.

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technically kyoshi didn’t have to stay at the gym late just about ever. maybe if there was paperwork or anything more on the business side of things she could be cooped up, but she was her own boss. she picked her hours and when she taught and when she could leave, and really that had been a while ago. she liked to stay though. staying late meant she could see the staff off, do her own workout routine in peace, and do a second small cleanup before locking up. it was practically a regular routine at this point to do it every day she was at the gym. still, she must have gotten particularly caught up today as it was already past midnight when she left, starting her walk down the dark streets to get back to her apartment. she wasn’t too concerned about any potential dangers. even without years of training and self defense her stature on it’s own was enough to make people cautious in approaching kyoshi. seeing someone else was actually a small surprise. “i didn’t expect to see anyone else out.” kyoshi said bluntly as she approached. sure, this was a busy city, with a few stores and restaurants still having signs turned to open, but most in the area were done for the night. kyoshi figured those that wanted to be out for the night would be indoors, doing whatever it was they wanted. clearly that wasn’t completely the case. “it’s late to be just out on your own. are you going to be alright?” she asked, eyes narrow and already prepared to offer to walk the other home if it felt necessary.

BoJack had originally been sitting in the park, watching the stars and thinking about all the people he’d left behind. Not just from ending up in Washington, but those he’d lost along the way. Even his parents got a passing thought. And the more he thought, the emptier the flask he kept in his jacket pocket became. After a few hours, his still contemplation had turned into a staggering search for something stronger to numb the pain and help him forget. Upon finding a liquor store and consuming most of their wares, he’d started to fall asleep outside. He was propped up against a garbage can by his elbow as he sloppily smoked a cigarette. He looked up as he heard a foreign voice, but didn’t quite make out anything they said. “Huh?” was all he’d managed to spit out before being drawn back to the ends of his cigarette which were now starting to burn his fingertips. As she spoke again, he made more of a conscious effort to pay attention. “Is it late? I hadn’t noticed.” he reached for his phone to confirm the time, dropping ash along the screen in the process. “Shit yeah.” he nodded. “Why are you out this late? You seem reasonably well adjusted.”

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 ❝ No one is trying to steal your seat. ❞ Lady replied, eyebrows coming together at such an accusation. What a funny remark. There were quite a few stools against the counter and empty tables scattered about, why someone would want his in particular was baffling. – She did want something else from him, however, so she pressed on with her pestering the poor drunken ( ?? ) guy.  ❝ So, um. Hear me out. Please.❞ She pleaded, hand barely missing the spilt liquid on the counter as she leaned forward.  ❝ I might have lied to a guy near the pool table over there and told him that I was with you so that he would leave me alone. “ She’d literally just scanned her surroundings and picked the first single figure she’d laid her eyes on. — ❝ I don’t normally go to places like this so I kind of panicked.. Sorry. Can I just sit here with you for a couple minutes?? Just enough to make it convincing. – I’ll even buy you a drink for playing along.. ❞ 

BoJack rolled his eyes and went to continue the argument over the chairs, but was quickly silenced by the other continuing to talk. “Oh.” he mumbled, as she finished. This wasn’t the first time a young, vulnerable woman had looked to BoJack for security. He normally put their bad judgement down to his fame back in Hollywood. But, this was different. Life, was different. “Uhh, sure.” he sat up a little straighter and tried to look someway presentable. “You don’t have to buy me anything just for existing near you.” he scoffed. “If anything, I should be buying you a drink for choosing to exist near me.” he grinned, shooting the other a glance. “What are you having, lady?” he shook his head. “I’m not a great imaginary date, am I? I never even got your name.”

[irisbaudrillart]

“My mom died and all I got was this free churro.”

[bojackxhorsemanx]

“Is that any way to talk to a woman who was going to make sure you weren’t dead?” Despite her words Rita hardly sounded bothered. It took much more than a slightly rude personality to put her off. Typically Rita didn’t come to the bar this early. As much as she liked drinking she didn’t just go to have fun, not unless Regulus was there. No, she was much more interested in going when it was crowded and she could sit and listen in on rumors and gossip. She hadn’t expected to get any of that at this time of day, but she was hardly suited for sitting and drinking alone. “Well there are plenty of other empty seats I can take to have a drink in. Unfortunately not all of us are built for laying around and drinking alone, and since my options are limited it looks like I’ll be joining you. You should be thanking me really. The image you made half collapsed on the table alone was sad, and not in the way that gets people to root for you.”

“And what were you going to do when you realised I was dead? Get real.” he snarled, rolling his eyes and gripping his glass more firmly. As the other began explaining herself, he took the opportunity to finish off the glass before loudly shouting across to the bartender that he required a top-up. He screwed up his face, as if the other’s talking was nothing more than an irritating noise distracting him from his own thoughts, and looked back to the stranger. “I should be thanking you?” he repeated, emphasising her words as if to point out that she was the one with a clear judgement error. “I look alone and sad? Well, what you see is what you get, lady. I don’t come here to have people root for me, and if you do, well, you’ve sat beside the wrong guy.” 

He made another gesticulation towards the bartender, mumbling something about the poor, non-instantaneous service. “What do you need rooted for anyway? Whatever you’re working on, it wont make you happy.”

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eudora looked over at the man sitting next to her, shaking her head. “i was just sitting down, i don’t know what your problem is, dude.” she shrugged. “just having a drink, same as you.”

BoJack snorted, stretching his back out straight before returning to his usual hunch over the table. “Right, and you just had to pick the same table I’m using.” he looked around before outstretching his arm, gesticulating to the room. “In a room full of tables.”

[canxonmxxn-deactivated20220510]

:OPEN STARTER!

It was currently three in the morning and Tokyo’s shift at the diner had only just begun. The only costumers that entered the establishment at that hour were always the same,fitting into a stereotype of a bad sleeping schedule or late-night work shifts,just like her. The Spanish waitress noticed that the only person that was in the diner was a costumer that had been there for only half an hour. Pouring herself some hot coffee,she approached the person and sat down on the unoccupied chair across from theirs.”Rough night,huh?Couldn’t sleep or just got off work?

@hiddenstarters​

[bojackxhorsemanx]

BoJack had been in the process of staggering home from the bar when the smell of hot greasy food had just been too much to resist. He’d kept it together long enough to order and eat half of it, but not quite long enough to not fall asleep in the process of finishing it off. As the other sat down and spoke to him, it jarred him awake. “Huh?” he sat up, his heart pounding from the sudden fright. “Oh, are you closing?” he asked, not sure what the other had said to him. “Because I’ll just be a minute.” he licked the corner of his lips, where he could feel some mayonnaise had gotten caught as he’d fallen asleep with his burger in hand. “I’m not keeping you from going home to your wonderful stable family or something am I?” he rolled his eyes, already frustrated at the woman’s perfect life he’d created in his head for her.

[bojackxhorsemanx]

♞ Open Starter ♞

“What?” BoJack gruffed. By now, he had been in the bar for a considerable amount of the day. It was heading into late afternoon and he’d been there from just after he’d woken up. He was slumped over his table, one hand holding his phone, and the other, his drink. His sleeve was submerged in a lukewarm pool of spilt booze, but he was yet to take notice. He looked back to his phone, only to again be disturbed by the stranger. “If you hadn’t noticed, this seat is taken, and it will be for quite some time.” he looked up again, growing frustrated at the other’s intent on disturbing his afternoon of staring blankly at his phone while his thoughts danced around him, occasionally jabbing him enough to bring him back to reality. “This better be good, and not involve moving from this chair.”

@hiddenstarters​

[bojackxhorsemanx]

Was that [TIM MINCHIN]? Oh no no, that was just [BOJACK HORSEMAN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [BOJACK HORSEMAN]. They are [FORTY FIVE] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

{ooc: Roo, 22, GMT, she/her}

Hello! It’s really nice to have somewhere where I can explore this character and I hope I can make some friends along the way! I’ll try to quickly sum up BoJack’s life and tailor it to the RP plot. 

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[tw: depression] [tw: mental illness] [tw:ptsd] [tw: self-harm] [tw: suicide]

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BoJack was born to Beatrice Sugarman and Butterscotch Horseman.  The pair resented him for ‘ruining their lives’ and berated him for it during most of his childhood and adolescence. 

As a young adult, BoJack moved from San Francisco, where he was born, to Hollywood with his friend Herb, who wrote a sitcom where in which BoJack was the star. Things were extremely successful until BoJack betrayed Herb and was left to continue the show without him.

After 9 seasons, the show ended and BoJack did relatively little for the following decade. He began habitually drinking and indulging in lavish parties. 

In 2014, BoJack’s ghostwriter released a biography which reignited the public’s interest in his existence. However, he hated how he was represented in the book and began to despise himself more actively based on how he sees himself within it’s pages.

The success of the book lands BoJack his dream role, playing Secretariat in a movie based on the famous athlete’s tragic life. During filming, his struggles with his own self worth lead him to run away and escape town to try and find an old friend. When he does, it doesn’t take long before his self-centred nature drives her to never want to see him again. 

In 2016, BoJack ran to be nominated for an Oscar after his movie on Secretariat did extremely well at the box office.

After not receiving a nomination, he went on an alcohol and drug fuelled bender with an old co-star which went on for over a month until it was cut short when his companion died of a drug overdose. 

Stricken with guilt and grief, BoJack took off in his car and attempted to commit suicide by letting go of the wheel while speeding. However he changed his mind and escaped with minor injuries. He then decided to drive to his grandparent’s former home and lived there for a substantial period of time. He completely restored the house to it’s former glory, but upon becoming plagued by his past, had the entire building demolished in 2018.

He went on the road again and, whilst driving under the influence, crashed his car. He woke up in a hospital bed in Washington, unaware that some substantial physical changes had taken place to both himself and the world around him. Upon being released, he realises that the world is a little more...human, than he remembers. However, still riddled with self-destructive addictions and guilt hungry enough to eat a horse, he doesn’t care enough to look into it other than assuming he has some kind of head injury that will heal in time.

Having lived in Washington for just under 2 years now, he has found himself a place to live but has yet to bother getting a job. He spends most of his time laying around in a drunken stupor, wondering what happened to those he left behind. He leaves the comforts of his home only to get more drugs or to sit and people watch, wondering when things will go back to the way they were before.