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Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all…so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life…or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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I can’t fuckin believe I’m doing this. I swore on my life I’d never get to this point, and I’d avoid doing it till I’m in the damn ground….but here I am…

Phil kicks himself over and over again that he is even near this building, let alone inside and holding one of the damn tickets and the 5 million papers they give you to fill out. Is this where he pictured himself being 5 years ago? Defiantly not. But REALLY desperate times cause for REALLY disgustingly desperate measures. 

They say the WORST Alphas find mates through the system, and it’s “not all bad”. Phil wasn’t buying it but damn, he had to try. Ya only get turned down, dumped, and screamed at so many times by Omegas and Betas alike before you wonder if it’s impossible, or, if you just have shit selection in the area you are living. So he was pushed to try his hand at entering himself into the government’s wild gigantic scale dating site. Only, you don’t check your app…you get set up on actual dates and they do it all for you. Nice right? Gotta love super slow versions of online dating profiles. 

Well, at least this didn’t feel QUITE as shameful as stooping to signing up for an online dating service. Now THAT is blatant desperation at it’s finest. Well, None the less, Phil is here. And the reason for doing it despite all of his gripes with it? He is bored. Lonely. He wants someone to chill with but also fuck around with. A mate or even just boy/girl friend would fill that little bored and lonely space up nicely. He was having NO luck just hunting for something like that locally, so, system it is. 

Phil sits, one leg over the other on the far right side of the building in one of the waiting chairs. He was next to a few people, pleased in an egotistical way to be the largest Alpha at least for 3ish people sitting each way. He looks through the questions, skimming some of them. A lot of the questions were standard, but some where just…what the hell?

What value do you seek most in a mate? A.)Honesty B.)Care Taking C.)Humor D.)Intimacy/Passion E.)Obedience F.)Dominance……Well normal enough. I can see why this question matters and is valuable to this survey to match compatibility. 

Which of the following options do you prefer? A.)Blue B.)Green C.)Yellow D.)Red E.)Pink F.)Black or White…..alright WHAT the FUCK does your PREFERRED COLOR have to do with who your potential “mate” could be? Nah nah SORRY I prefer Black or White, not Blue you fucking idiot. We can simply NOT be together. Sorry. Fuck these questions seriously.

The more he reads the more he becomes cynical. Making fun of the questions in his mind as he passive aggressively scribbles his answers to each. His face clearly showing his rather…STRONG…feelings about this survey…quiz…test thing…

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By the time that Colby had gotten through the first two packets he was a wreck. His hair seemed to poke out and curl in all directions, his eyes watered from being forced to stay open for so long, his finger tips had ink smudges on them, and he was about to go fucking mental from staring at 20+ pages of 12pt Times New Roman font. 

By the time he was almost done with the third packet, Alexa had finished and went to find the ladies room and something to drink. Being alone made filling out answers so much worse, Alexa wasn’t there to distract him with her sweet smell and occasional glares. Now he had to actually focus, which wasn’t his strong suit when it was forced.

Colby hadn’t even noticed that he was tapping his pen against the wooden table until an Omega beside him cleared her throat and stared at him until his stopped. He sighed and thought Fuck it before circling and scribbling his way through the last 20 questions of the test, all he wanted was to leave this awful place and find somewhere that he could eat his body weight in salty things.

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The room slowly started to clear out as that round of people began to finish their surveys. Phil likes to take his sweet ol’ time so he sure as hell wasn’t done quite yet. The whole room from the Alpha, to the Omega side was nearly dead silent. He can hear a pen tapping, a few people coughing or sniffing occasionally, and feet tapping against the hard floor. 

He decides to lift his head and look around. his eyes needed a break from the burning white that was these miles of papers. Why not take a look at who all is signing themselves up on the Omega side eh?

…ugly…ugly…meh…ehhhhh…oh, ugly….weird…decent…

Nothing really strikes his interest at his first skim. On his secondary skin he sees a male Omega clearly frazzled. He smirks to himself. This guy was a wreck. Hair in every which way, eyes sunken in and dark with heavy eyelids, leaning forward all hunched over, tapping his pen nervously it seems. Why was he taking it so seriously?

Oh lemme guess, he is one of those desperate people the likely has a dating profile on some site but it hasn’t worked. So NOW he is signing up here and is stressing trying to answer the questions in ways that will be sure to match him up with an Alpha. Thirsty are we? 

Phil chuckles softly and quietly while shaking his head.

People take this thing too seriously….

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Colby sat up straight and rubbed his aching neck, why the fuck did he think that it was a good idea to hunch over for so long, especially with how frequently he had neck pain. Colby slowly craned his neck to the side and melted as he was rewarded with a satisfying pop.  A deep grumble rose in the young Omega’s throat as he groaned in relief.

 Hair disheveled and ass numb as can be, Colby got up and proceeded to have a nice wiggly stretching session, from his arms to his back, all the way down to his ankles, he swore he wouldn’t be satisfied until all his bones cracked into oblivion. 

Time to turn this shit in and find Alexa.

As Colby turned to pinpoint the exit of the ‘test room” he let himself glance over to the “Alpha Area”, not expecting much, however he was surprised to catch the eye of a stranger. Some random Alpha just staring at him. The Iowan raised an eyebrow stared back at the guy. 

What is he even looking at? Never seen an Omega before?

...Then again, he could just be staring off into space.*sigh* Another victim of this life draining test.  

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Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all…so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life…or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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I can’t fuckin believe I’m doing this. I swore on my life I’d never get to this point, and I’d avoid doing it till I’m in the damn ground….but here I am…

Phil kicks himself over and over again that he is even near this building, let alone inside and holding one of the damn tickets and the 5 million papers they give you to fill out. Is this where he pictured himself being 5 years ago? Defiantly not. But REALLY desperate times cause for REALLY disgustingly desperate measures. 

They say the WORST Alphas find mates through the system, and it’s “not all bad”. Phil wasn’t buying it but damn, he had to try. Ya only get turned down, dumped, and screamed at so many times by Omegas and Betas alike before you wonder if it’s impossible, or, if you just have shit selection in the area you are living. So he was pushed to try his hand at entering himself into the government’s wild gigantic scale dating site. Only, you don’t check your app…you get set up on actual dates and they do it all for you. Nice right? Gotta love super slow versions of online dating profiles. 

Well, at least this didn’t feel QUITE as shameful as stooping to signing up for an online dating service. Now THAT is blatant desperation at it’s finest. Well, None the less, Phil is here. And the reason for doing it despite all of his gripes with it? He is bored. Lonely. He wants someone to chill with but also fuck around with. A mate or even just boy/girl friend would fill that little bored and lonely space up nicely. He was having NO luck just hunting for something like that locally, so, system it is. 

Phil sits, one leg over the other on the far right side of the building in one of the waiting chairs. He was next to a few people, pleased in an egotistical way to be the largest Alpha at least for 3ish people sitting each way. He looks through the questions, skimming some of them. A lot of the questions were standard, but some where just…what the hell?

What value do you seek most in a mate? A.)Honesty B.)Care Taking C.)Humor D.)Intimacy/Passion E.)Obedience F.)Dominance……Well normal enough. I can see why this question matters and is valuable to this survey to match compatibility. 

Which of the following options do you prefer? A.)Blue B.)Green C.)Yellow D.)Red E.)Pink F.)Black or White…..alright WHAT the FUCK does your PREFERRED COLOR have to do with who your potential “mate” could be? Nah nah SORRY I prefer Black or White, not Blue you fucking idiot. We can simply NOT be together. Sorry. Fuck these questions seriously.

The more he reads the more he becomes cynical. Making fun of the questions in his mind as he passive aggressively scribbles his answers to each. His face clearly showing his rather…STRONG…feelings about this survey…quiz…test thing…

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By the time that Colby had gotten through the first two packets he was a wreck. His hair seemed to poke out and curl in all directions, his eyes watered from being forced to stay open for so long, his finger tips had ink smudges on them, and he was about to go fucking mental from staring at 20+ pages of 12pt Times New Roman font. 

By the time he was almost done with the third packet, Alexa had finished and went to find the ladies room and something to drink. Being alone made filling out answers so much worse, Alexa wasn’t there to distract him with her sweet smell and occasional glares. Now he had to actually focus, which wasn’t his strong suit when it was forced.

Colby hadn’t even noticed that he was tapping his pen against the wooden table until an Omega beside him cleared her throat and stared at him until his stopped. He sighed and thought Fuck it before circling and scribbling his way through the last 20 questions of the test, all he wanted was to leave this awful place and find somewhere that he could eat his body weight in salty things.

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New Muse New Me

Whooo! Starting a new RP account. Gonna try my hand at AJ Styles everyone. Let us pray that this goes well. Account is still under construction though, as I have just started it!

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Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all...so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life...or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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Searching

Looking to start this one up again. I warn you though, I deal with paragraph style. I like thought out detailed rps. Not one word replies with zero to no communication.

I have experience as punk, I also have a Dean account and plan on making an AJ Styles account as well. Hit me up!

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Hey Punkster

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Oho, I have a taker I see. Want to take this elsewhere?

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I’m up for it if you are.

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Searching

Looking to start this one up again. I warn you though, I deal with paragraph style. I like thought out detailed rps. Not one word replies with zero to no communication.

I have experience as punk, I also have a Dean account and plan on making an AJ Styles account as well. Hit me up!

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Hey Punkster

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We’re making a list of all WWE indie roleplayers. If you’d like to be on the list, reblog this post!

Reblog this if you’re a custom/OC WWE Indie blog

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Any Deans out there that need a Sethie? ;p (I’m also open to Jon Moxley)

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MY AJ STYLES COSPLAY IS COMPLETE!!

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I’m new and would love to find others who want to RP. Don’t be afraid to message me! I would love to have a Deano and a Romie, but I’m open to almost any slash ship that includes Seth.

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