One Day You're A Prince...

One day you're a prince and the next day you're a slave... Hi. My name is Geordi Sparrow. I'm 16 and I live in New York. I'm just...trying to find my place in the world. [OC RP blog. Will RP with anyone from any fandom. Please read my rules before RPing! Thank you!] [P.S. All images I use are found online. If I use an image of yours and you don't want me to, please let me know and I'll take it down :) ]

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Please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.

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[geordisparrow]

[[Anyway. It's 11 and I'm pooped. I hope to RP with all of you at some point! You are loved! Good night and God bless :) ]]

[geordisparrow]

[[Sometimes I have all these brilliant ideas, but I don't have a lot of people to tell them to. Like, i want to do so many things. But I'm pretty sure I won't find anyone who plays the characters I want to do them with because I'm afraid of all of you. Just saying.]]

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Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.

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Natasha jotted down a few notes before looking up at him. He didn’t look like he’d be someone to get into crap like that, but then again, people’s face tend to hide the truth. She pushed her note pad to the side, a sigh escaping her lips.  ”Okay, I’m not sure why the hell you decided to do anything for them, you should have just called the cops and turned you and them in. Probably wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. ”

She had to think about what he meant by a race like him. Maybe he was a mutant. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with her cold hard green eyes. ”What do you mean some race, possibly yours. What are you. I need the full story here if I’m going to help you with anything.”

[geordisparrow]

"I'm sixteen," he said, as if that was a good enough excuse to not involve the police earlier. "I have a record. My foster parents would slaughter me, and I don't want to go to juvie. Plus," he lowered his voice. "It was exciting at first. I'm good at stealing. It's about the only thing I'm good at besides...science and playing the guitar."

Geordi hesitated. He desperately didn't want her opinion of him to change for the worse if he told but he also knew what he had to do. he closed his eyes for a brief moment. There was a war going on in his mind, but he knew in his heart what he needed to do. He nodded. He was giving in to the right thing for once. "I'm a mutant. I have this...ability to move objects with my mind. It's like telekinesis, but...more. I don't have to be looking at the object to move it. Heck, I don't even need to know where it is or what it looks like. I can just use it to do things. And I can hurt people without touching them. I can heal people too, but I don't have a firm grasp on those abilities yet."

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[blaackwldow]

The assassin tiled her head slightly. She studied him. He didn’t look like a freak. He looked normal, like her, but maybe he was like a mutant or something. She couldn’t tell without DNA testing and maybe some help from Banner. But his story seem to have caught her attention. With a slight nod, she stood up. ”I’ll help you.” She answered. ”But first, what kind of stuff did you get mixed up in?”

She patted around for her note pad, never taking her eyes off him. ”It is vital that you tell me, so I can do my best to protect you and help you.”

[geordisparrow]

He closed his eyes, nodding. Any other feeling he may have had in that moment he suppressed. He had to stay calm. He had to tell her what she needed to know. He'll deal with his emotions later, as always.

"Okay," he looked back up at her. His body relaxing slightly, he tried to focus his mind on the essentials. "It was about six months ago. I have this friend from school--Roman--and he and I always got into trouble. Shoplifting, robbery... I'm good at stealing, and rarely ever get caught. But this one time Roman convinced me to try to steal from these guys that live down the street from him. I did. But I didn't know that they'd track me down. To this day I don't know how they did it.

"Anyway, they were impressed by my skills. At first, they had me helping them with small things like home invasions and store robberies. Until about a month ago..." He looked down at his lap. His eyes were wet, and he didn't want her to see the utter...shame he felt. "They...they had me help them rob a military base. I didn't know what they were up to until we were there. I didn't have a choice then, but I do now. They're planning an attack. They're trying to wipe out some...race, or maybe people like me? I don't know exactly, but they're close to accomplishing their goal. That's all I know."

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My muse has been gravely wounded. How does your muse react?

[geordisparrow]

Baby rp Starters

"Guess what? We're having a baby!"

"Do I look fat to you?"

"I'm what?"

"I went to the doctor today."

"You know how I've been getting kinda sick recently? Well, turns out, I'm not actually sick..."

"I feel so helpless like this. I don't like it."

"How's the baby?"

"How are you feeling? I know pregnancy can be tough..."

"Need some help? Here, don't get up. I'll get it for you. Wouldn't want you to over exert yourself."

"I saw you leaving this morning, and a little birdy told me you went to the doctor. Care to explain?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're more... round than you used to be."

"You're going to be a mother?"

"It's going to be a girl."

"It's going to be a boy."

"Aren't you excited? There's gonna be a baby!"

"Guess what? You're going to be a father."

"I'm not ready for a baby. I... I can't have a baby."

[geordisparrow]

Sometimes I just....Ugh. I suck so much at RPing. Why do I even try? *sighs* I'm just having one of those mood swings...Again.

Sorry if I sound whiny. I'm just really insecure. 

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This means unintentionally made link reblogs, an inability to use icons, and probably slowed response rates.

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[geordisparrow]

"I don’t have any reason to kill you, miss." Geordi said. He walked in, his heart pounding, and took a seat. "I actually came for help. And let me tell you, you aren’t easy to find. None of you are. Except Stark. But he’s…" he sighed. He was about to start babbling again. "Nevermind."

[blaackwldow]

Natasha let herself smile at the fact it took him time to find her. ”Alrighty then. What can I be of service to?” She questioned. ”If you are looking for someone to listen to your problems, then you have come to the wrong person. If you are here to tell me that you might have something worth checking out, spit it out.”

[geordisparrow]

He inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. He didn't know where to start. And if this--what he was going to say--fell under the former. It was a problem, but he needed help. Was he worth checking out? Maybe not. But he needed answers. "It-It's a problem, but I think it's something worth  checking out, but I might be wrong and wasting your time. But, anyway, I just...something is wrong with me, and people found out --bad people--and I've gotten myself mixed up with them and--" He cut himself off. Just get your thoughts together! How could he say it? How could he admit... He shook his head, ridding himself of destructive thoughts and trying to focus on what he wanted to say.

"Look...just...some very bad people are about to do something very bad and they're trying to get me to do it for them because I'm...I'm a freak." he looked up at her, his jaw set and his eyes hard. He hated admitting it, but he knew people were going to get hurt if he didn't say or do anything to prevent. "I'm a thief and a freak, and they won't stop until I help them. They've already got my house under surveillance. I don't know where to go."

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why did people keep mine in this lol.

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”Not sure what you want, but please, have a seat…. that is if you’re not here to kill me.” She added the last part in after a moment of silence.

[geordisparrow]

"I don't have any reason to kill you, miss." Geordi said. He walked in, his heart pounding, and took a seat. "I actually came for help. And let me tell you, you aren't easy to find. None of you are. Except Stark. But he's..." he sighed. He was about to start babbling again. "Nevermind."

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They don’t really touch. Women don’t shake hands with men. So the first time Darcy touches Elizabeth is when he helps her into the carriage. Which is a really beautiful moment because it’s the first skin on skin touch. I think today, we don’t think twice about that at all. I shake people’s hands, I give them a kiss, whatever. It’s interesting to think, if you don’t have that tactile nature, how important one touch can be. - Keira Knightley

[geordisparrow]

"We were warriors on the front lines standing unafraid…" his voice was barely a whisper. Even as he spoke, those awful memories he tried desperately to suppress came flooding back into his mind. He could hear the screaming, the shooting and...

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Aislinn bit her lip he looked like a terrified kid. She had only seen the aftermath he spoke of. The men blinded the lost limbs. She hadn't seen it done to those men not like she suspected he had. She knelt down and placed her hand gingerly over his.

"They still might not call you back you haven't received orders. The doctor is still concerned about your head." Aislinn said trying to reassure him. But it was incredibly likely that he would be called back as much as it was probably not a good idea.

[geordisparrow]

"It's only a matter of time," he replied miserably. He reached up and traced the wound on his head lightly with his middle finger. He wondered if this would truly keep him off of the battle field or not. 

"They might call me to do something else," he let his hand drop down again. "I don't know. I think I'm just af--" Afraid. Somehow, he couldn't say the word. "It's the army," he shrugged. "Maybe they'll ask me to write for Stars and Stripes, or give me orders to do...something else?"