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Misery isn't all it's cracked up to be { indie Simon Henriksson RP blog } { Cry of Fear } ........................... INDEFINITE HIATUS

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I watched you crawl into my bed With curses spilling from your head You said “We’re just the walking dead” So I pulled the trigger and we floated off

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                      This would have been the third time he’s checked                        his watch in the past hour. Given his surroundings,                        however, he had himself fully convinced that being                        paranoid was the right thing to do. Except– his                        frantic watch checking was what caused him to                        react so loudly over something so little.

                       Upon hearing a strangers voice, the Conductor let                        out a yelp, watch flying from his hand and clattering                        to the ground, and hands immediately raised out of                        sheer instinct before he settled.

“ Ah-? My apologies, sir.    It’s been awfully quiet    tonight. You’re the first    person I’ve seen today. ”

                        Short strides were taken towards his watch, knees                         bent and gloved fingers taking the silver accessory                         into hand, using his thumb to wipe away any dirt or                         grime that had stained it. After that, he turns on his                         heels, readjusting his hat with a hesitant chuckle,                         approaching slowly with hands held behind his back.

“ I am the Conductor of    the C-6248, sir– The, uh,    the Galaxy Express 999. ” 

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He nearly tripped over his own shoes as he took a step back, startled by the sudden clatter of a pocket watch hitting the floor and the frantic reaction.

Raising his hands to show he meant no harm, Simon corrected his about-to-flee-in-terror posture to a more relaxed one, albeit cautiously leaning down a bit to get a better look at the stranger. Pale, glowing eyes under the dark bill of the hat met his own and he felt a shiver run up his spine. Whoever, or whatever this guy was, he was definitely not human, although the fact that it spoke was enough to reassure him that it was able to reason.

“Well, ah. No, I can understand that, it’s pretty late at night. No one would really be uh. Down here...” Simon trailed off, noticing for the first time something that should have caught his attention long before the odd little man found his. 

A giant fucking steam-engine parked squarely in the subway tracks.

“I’ll take it that thing is the, uh. C-fourty... two.” What were the numbers again?

“How the hell did you manage to get that in here?”

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Tilting his head, Simon stared at the figure, dressed in what looked to be some kind of an old fashioned train conductor’s outfit, the kind you’d see in old movies about the midwest, brass buttons and everything. It seemed quite big on him though. Small stature aside, the outfit seemed to envelope his entire face, which made Simon feel a little uneasy. Despite the surrounded train station he found himself in, the attire made the... ‘guy’ stand out like a sore thumb.

“Who are you?”

[immobilecarcass]

MISERY ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE

Indie roleplay blog for Simon Henriksson from Cry of Fear

7-8 years of roleplay experience

Semi-selective

Canon & OC Friendly

Crossovers and AU’s are welcome

Icons, script, paragraphs, text, tags, casual, plot, skype

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fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

i. animal: Cat & crow

ii. color: Burnt orange & cadet grey

iii. month: November

iv. song: Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn

v. number: 4

vi. day or night: Night

vii. plant: Mimosa pudica

viii. smell: Cigarettes & paper

ix. gemstone: Fluorite

x. season: Winter

xi. place: Sweden

xii. food: Chips

xiii. astrological sign: Unsure (Technically a Scorpio)

xiv. element: Sodium

xv. drink: Coffee

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ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ...

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{ ｂａｓｉｃｓ }

> Name: Simon Henriksson > Age: 21 > Species: human

{ ｂｏｌｄ   ｗｈａｔ   ａｐｐｌｉｅｓ }

drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like has committed a crime suffers a physical disability (paraplegic) suffers a mental disorder (a shitton) has experienced severe trauma

{ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ }

> Biggest fear: Himself > Recurring nightmare: The night of the crash > Something you miss: His mom > Biggest regret: Killing those two police officers > Pressure point: Murder, pregnancy, child abuse > A secret: Something about bathtubs (He won't explain this one)

{ ｐｉｃｋ   ｏｎｅ }

fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love

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i see you creepin over there

[bloodlive]

/quietly puts yet another greyscale picture in the CoF tag then slinks away

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Farhad Moshiri

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Back home! Swedish fika and for me, chai latte… 💖☕️ #fika #chai #coffeehouse #cozy #cinnamon

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Mama - My Chemical Romance

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knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.  Repost.

BASICS:

name: cruach age: 20 preferred pronouns: they|them, he|him sexuality: gay as heck zodiac sign: sagittarius taken or single: single three facts:

my favourite food is pasta and soups 

i have this collection of ceramic birds hanging from my ceiling. just like a dozen clay birds everywhere. i love it

im mentally ill and beautiful

EXPERIENCE: 

how long (months/years?):  since i was 12, so that's about nine years now? how’d you start: kingdom hearts and warrior cats platforms you’ve used: started with xat chat groups, then deviantart, now tumblr worst experience: when i used to rp as the tuurngait from penumbra, this really clingy girl who went as justine from amnesia got really possessive over me and kept forcing me to get into really uncomfortable rp situations. not a fan of that best experience: creating a tf2 OC from scratch. that was really fun, people loved him, and devin still holds a place in my heart

MUSE PREFERENCES:

female or male: males, generally favorite face: shrugs least favorite face: what do these even mean

WRITING PREFERENCES:

fluff, angst or smut: anything and everything B) plots or memes: both, theyre all really fun long or short replies: it depends on what the situation is. if its just casual conversation, short replies are fine! best time to write: whenever simon wakes the fuck up from his extended napping are you like your muse(s): not really? simon's really uptight and stresses himself out a lot while i prefer to just kind of chill and go with the flow of the situation rather than worry about it

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