Henry Rivers

My idiocy is charming and my attempts at charm are idiotic. [A Roleplay Blog For You Don't Talk About This RP]

[dangerouslydense-blog]

so there are like 4 of us here does anybody wanna do anything?

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i think we're all accounted for i just dont think any of us are posting

[youdonottalkaboutooc]

anyone up for plotting? im up for most anything

[dangerouslydense-blog]

yes please

[garretfinn]

Send me a headcanon, I will accept or reject it.

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

I told Meg because she’s my best friend. We tell each other everything, no matter what! And you two are hardly friends. You two occasionally coexist peacefully in the same room for less than ten minutes at a time. That’s not friends.

If I lie all the time, you shouldn’t have any problem coming up with specific incidents. Please, refresh my memory.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

Honey, I do not have to put up with all your bitchass fuckin' bitchtalk. That's just fuckin' bullshit.

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

No, I didn’t! I only insulted you after you accused me of being a liar!

I’m not a fucking liar. And when have I ever lied to you? Ever?

[dangerouslydense-blog]

You know what? I don't have to listen you go on about all your fuckin' problems! You know, Megan blames me for this! You ran off crying to her even though you know she's my friend too! Are you seriously fuckin' trying to ruin everything?! Why don't you just sit down and shut up!

You lie all the time! Always!

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

Oh, you want to play THAT game, do you? Okay, then. *pulling out her cellphone*

Me: Asking you’re okay. You: Don’t know what’s going on. Me: Explains, tells you about my boss and my wrist and Heart of Gold, blah blah blah. Ah-ha!

You said, and I quote: “I don’t think I buy this story of yours. It’s a little convenient you broke your LEFT wrist, huh? Or that you’re ALREADY out of the hospital? Or that a small bar on the OTHER side of town from me that YOU happened to be at HAPPENED to get held up? My mom’s out tonight, Gail, she would’ve called if she heard anything. I’m flattered you’d like to text me, but you sound very calm about the whole thing!”

I texted you a pic of my wrist to prove it, and told you to turn on the news. And you said, and I quote, “Maybe I don’t want proof?” And then proceeded to scold me for daring to bother the great Henry Rivers when he already had enough on his plate, despite the fact that people were dying.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

And what was I supposed to think? You're not exactly a reliable news source, Rubens! You're always blubbering on about stuff that never actually happened! And it's not like it would've been the first time you've tricked me into believing things that weren't true! And you skipped something there, you know! You made fun of me! You made fun of me before I even said anything you could call rude!

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

For blowing up at me for asking if you were okay!

I thought that was what friends do—check up on each other when something bad happens.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

I didn't blow up at you! You started it! You got all snarky with me!

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

I apologize for losing my temper, but I won’t apologize for being angry until you give me an explanation.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

An explanation for what?

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

I still don’t get why you’re mad at me. I mean, okay, yes, I shouldn’t have called you stupid. I apologize for that. But the reason I texted you in the first place was to make sure you and your mom were okay!

[dangerouslydense-blog]

You called me a lot more than just stupid.

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

Aaaaaaand my happy feelings are gone.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

Good. Because I brought my sorry ass all the way over here just to fucking shatter them. And maybe your other arm, too, because you seem like you have too many good things going on here.

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

[gailfuckinrubens]

I am happy.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

What happened to Bitch Gail? Was that just the cast talking?

[gailfuckinrubens]

Wrist finally out of the cast!

Yay for being able to use my left arm normally again!

[dangerouslydense-blog]

Somebody seems happy.

[angelordevil-noinbetween-blog]

Whatever. Here’s a thought, why don’t you ask what’s wrong with her, if you do think there’s something wrong? Right now you’re the one making yourself look like the victim.

You don’t think girls talk? 90% of the time we talk about relationships whether they be romantic or not. I’m not saying you would or wouldn’t but if you can’t help her after all this time you’ve been friends then you wouldn’t take a bullet for her either.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

I'll let you know I am a victim here, thanks. And she won't even fuckin' talk to me! She just acts like a stupid fuckin' whore any time I see her!

Hell yeah, I'd take a fuckin' bullet for Gail. This isn't Gail, though! She's not acting like herself at all! You don't think it's weird that she's acting so different all of sudden?! She went from nice and sweet to bitchy in one day, and now she won't even talk to me!

[dangerouslydense-blog]

Everything's so quiet...

Even downtown feels so eerie and empty. Is anybody out there?

[dangerouslydense-blog]

You mentioned you still sleep with a stuffed animal? Details.

That's Coo. Mama's always called him my "lovey" but I don't think I've ever liked it when she said that. It just sounds dumb, ya know? Really childish. I'm not quite sure quite what she's thinking, but his name is Coo. He used to be a raccoon, but he doesn't have any stuffing left and he's pretty mangled, so it's hard to tell now. He smells sorta weird too 'cause I tend to nibble on him when I sleep, which is really gross but I can't really kick a habit that only happens when I sleep? 'Doesn't help that I've had him for so long most of the colors all faded. Daddy used to hate that I carried it around with me everywhere, but he put up with it because he knew I'd pitch a fit if Coo didn't come with me everywhere we went.

[dangerouslydense-blog]

What scares you?

Oh, uh, I'm scared of... Okay, don't laugh, but... I'm still not a big fan of the dark... It used to freak me out a lot as a kid, and it hasn't gotten much better since. Mama says it's normal, 'cause you don't know what's in the dark and you're all vulnerable 'n shit, but I'll admit it's kinda stupid. I still sleep with the lights on, 'cause I hate it so much...