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Donnie Kemp. Writer. Cosplayer. Film Student and all around friendly neighborhood weirdo. 23 / M / NYC. (Roleplay blog for Wild Cards.)

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"I just love bowls so much" [x]

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A Galaxy Far Away || Donnie & Max

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Using a compound microscope on 1500X magnification, one might be able to view the minute twitches of a smile that had spread across Max’s face, entirely of its own accord. As much as it physically pained the technopath to admit she, might have been, ever so slightly….impressed. It was a rare occurrence for her amazement at humanity to range higher than a disgruntled scowl, but in this very moment, she welcomed the variation. Donnie had effectively saved her from what would have been a very prolonged, drawn out, gruesome death for her wounded avatar and despite her stubborn inclination to protest, she chose instead to sigh her exasperations into her microphone.

“Alright, fineeee. I trust you. Take the flag and I’ll follow your lead, Bond. Just get us through this or so help me digital Jesus, all the firewalls in the universe will not stop me from raining down unholy coded plagues upon the opposing team.”

Shields fully regenerated, Max was back in action with a renewed vigor. Following Donnie’s avatar, she fired at the opposing team, taking them out as they ventured closer to the flag bearer. The other players following suit all crowded around Donnie, effectively acting as human shields for any enemy fire thrown his way. 

[obi-don-kenobi]

You could cut the tension with a knife, or more appropriately, with a lazer gun. Donnie's fingers were working overtime, his hands clamped tightly around the controls as he rushed for their base. He heard explosions behind him, watched his shield get torn away piece by piece, but not enough to stop him. Behind him, Max was doing a hell of a job of covering him. He'd called Donnie 'Bond'. He'd said he trusted him. Something akin to pride (and maybe a little attraction) swelled in Donnie's chest alongside all that adrenaline. If this had been a real capture the flag game, one with paintballs and army ear and a whole lot of sweat, Donnie would have literally collapsed in the safe area when he got there. Actually, he probably wouldn't have got there, but that was besides the point. He practically whooped for joy when the electronic system awarded them the point. "Oh yeah! Look at that! We totally killed it!" And Max was, of course, left standing. "We make a hell of a team, huh?"

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Skin Deep || Donnie & Ruby

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Ruby nodded, resting an elbow on the arm of her chair and leaning towards Donnie to listen. The coffee shop wasn’t packed by any means but enough people were talking that there was a chance she might miss something if Donnie was quiet. She couldn’t fully follow what he was describing, but she could imagine. Having not gone to school with other kids after she got the virus limited her understanding of what school looked like for most kids but she’d seen enough highschool movies to imagine. And she could always ask questions. They were her bread and butter and you could never run out of things to ask.

“So you did this in…in high school? They got you writing plays and making costumes that early?” The joker asked. Grinning a little at Donnie’s admittance of his inability to flirt, Ruby brought her drink up to sip at it and she shrugged. She couldn’t flirt to save her life either.

“Hopefully the boyfriends didn’t give you too much crap over the fittings. It was your job, after all.” She commented. The makeup industry wasn’t so different. It wasn’t common for boyfriends to get unhappy with her work, but bossy mothers and controlling friends had made Ruby’s job difficult on more than one occasion. 

“Have you already started? Your screenplay, I mean. What kind of ideas have you been playing with?” 

[obi-don-kenobi]

He felt his cheeks burn with a gentle blush. He wanted to say he had no idea why, but that wasn't strictly true. He was why because he was talking to a nice girl who liked movies and art and visual effects stuff and his confidence was so miniscule he probably couldn't find it if he looked for it through a magnifying glass. He sipped away at his drink, letting her talk, answering her questions when she asked. He rubbed the back of his neck with a damp palm, letting out a low chuckle. "We had movie clubs and theater clubs and a lot of that stuff was good to put on your resume and college applications. Working wardrobe or helping write for the theater department looks so much better than saying you went to Comic Con every year." But he did go to Comic Con every year anyway. One year, he'd go as a guest, not a badge holder. That was the dream. "One did, once, he got really pissed. But I think after I let him kick my ass that one time, it blew over." That was the day he'd received his powers. Donnie remembered it clearly, the way the shower had frozen over his head, the way he'd felt as though he had become a real life comic book character. The chilled drink in his cup grew colder with the memory of it, freezing as he inavertently called his powers back. He put the cup down as soon as he realized, wiping a cold hand on his jeans. "Okay, so I have this one idea..." He looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "It's set in a world where everything's black and white, but when you meet your soul mate, it turns to color... Kinda like that movie where you have the count down on your wrist? Timer, it's called. But anyway..." He became increasingly animated as he talked. "I wanna do it really slow, where like, the color comes more and more the more time you spend with the person, as you fall in love, and you can't explain what's happening 'cause it's colors, you know? How do you explain colors? Plus if it's mostly black and white, the budget's cheaper."

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"I love doing stunts."

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