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@radiohostwiththemost
Oh, Carlos!
My sweet, sweet Carlos! Back in Nightvale… Finally, back where he belongs..
With me.
Anywhere you are is where I belong.
I love you Cecil. Please don’t ever doubt that, okay?
The man threw his arms around the scientist.
"I missed you so much, Carlos..."
Oh, Carlos! My sweet, sweet Carlos! Back in Nightvale... Finally, back where he belongs.. With me.
I want the H!
#5 - “Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug
Cecil carefully snuck his way past the tables and bloodstones and people enjoying their meals to the doors to the kitchen. The host peeked in, seeing his old friend hard at work. His face brightened, and he hurried in, throwing his arms around him from behind and squeezing him tightly.
Cecil’s eyes lit up, and he took the plate from his friend. Excited, he gathered up a forkful of pasta and chicken and put it in his mouth. The host seemed to melt.
“Mmh.. It’s /really/ good, Earl. You’re /very/ talented!”
Earl laughed, blushing a little. “…Thanks, Cecil! Glad you like it!”
The radio host smiled wide, putting another forkful into his mouth.
"You've /definitely/ got to do this one on the show.."
(( I am back for real now!
Tomorrow is the last day of classes for me before grad. Being an adult is... Strange. Either way! I'm back and ready for rps! I'll be gone on the 23-24th for grad, but other than that! I'm here! ))
I want the H!!
#7 - “Something scared me” hug
Cecil was a little on edge from a run-in with station management earlier. He had been talking about some things on his show again that he really shouldn’t have been… And lets just say that a gallon of blood is a hard price to pay for disobedience.
The host was still feeling a little woozy, and was headed to the Midnite-All-Night Diner for something to eat. And a /lot/ to drink, when something ran by and brushed against his leg. He yelped and grabbed onto the first person that came close enough to him, looking as if he had seen a ghost- which, unlike angels, were 100% /real/.
Eugene gave his own yelp as someone latched onto him, and he wrapped his arms around them, trying to steady them.
“Woah there friend!” he giggled and smiled, “Are you alright? You look mighty frightened!” He couldn’t help but be a little giddy: so far everyone had just pointed at him and screamed ‘interloper!’. This was way more friendly!
Cecil’s face went beet red. He let go of the man, taking a step back.
“I- .. I’m sorry!” He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I’m so sorry, I did /not/ mean to- .. Uh..” The radio host tried to compose himself. And change the subject.
“You, uh.. You’re not from Nightvale, are you?”
Normally, Cecil would have participated in the regular Nightvale welcome, but honestly, he was getting very tired of driving new people out while screaming ‘interloper!’. Carlos had been a new person, and that had turned out great!
He cleared his throat, and held out his hand, “Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Radio host at the Nightvale Community Radio Station.”
Eugene slouched, “I-…yeah, I’m not from around here.” He braced himself for a shout, and was pleasantly surprised when the man held out his hand.
“Hiya Cecil!” Eugene grinned and took his hand. “I’m Eugene O’Malley! Y-you’re the radio host, here?” this man’s voice was not at all like Kevin’s, how could they possibly let him do the radio??
"I am!" He smiled, shaking the man's hand, "So.. What brings you to our little town? Where are you coming from?"
(( I got really hurt during my diving weekend..!
So I'll be off for a little longer than I thought. I'm sorry, friends!! ))
(( I'M BACK!
I was gone scuba diving for the weekend!! I'm back now, and I'll be back on this blog later, or by tomorrow!! ))
Congrats! Here is your Pokemon! Pineco! (I’m requesting all people who are sent Pokemon @ my in the post when they post it too :3)
I want the H!!
#7 - “Something scared me” hug
Cecil was a little on edge from a run-in with station management earlier. He had been talking about some things on his show again that he really shouldn’t have been… And lets just say that a gallon of blood is a hard price to pay for disobedience.
The host was still feeling a little woozy, and was headed to the Midnite-All-Night Diner for something to eat. And a /lot/ to drink, when something ran by and brushed against his leg. He yelped and grabbed onto the first person that came close enough to him, looking as if he had seen a ghost- which, unlike angels, were 100% /real/.
Eugene gave his own yelp as someone latched onto him, and he wrapped his arms around them, trying to steady them.
“Woah there friend!” he giggled and smiled, “Are you alright? You look mighty frightened!” He couldn’t help but be a little giddy: so far everyone had just pointed at him and screamed ‘interloper!’. This was way more friendly!
Cecil's face went beet red. He let go of the man, taking a step back.
"I- .. I'm sorry!" He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I'm so sorry, I did /not/ mean to- .. Uh.." The radio host tried to compose himself. And change the subject.
"You, uh.. You're not from Nightvale, are you?"
Normally, Cecil would have participated in the regular Nightvale welcome, but honestly, he was getting very tired of driving new people out while screaming 'interloper!'. Carlos had been a new person, and that had turned out great!
He cleared his throat, and held out his hand, "Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Radio host at the Nightvale Community Radio Station."
I did this before and I think it’ll be fun again
I will put a Pokemon in the submit of any Welcome To Night Vale Roleplayer who Reblogs this, I may set a limit, but for now go crazy- one per person, if your blog is Multi-Muse then maybe I will give more than one, but have fun!
Just Adding– These Pokemon will be picked by who your muse is. Not always by personality though, sometimes by my person aesthetic for how I think they’d look together.
My character is asleep and yours wants to wake mine up, what do you do to wake them up?
Submitted by: Anonymous
reblog if
You’re okay with roleplaying in 3-way ( More than just two people) threads with others. Can be just mutuals or everyone.
What if Kevin has no eyes because his mother just gouged them out instead of covering the mirrors like Cecil’s mother did?
I’ve also grown weary. Weary of some friends who are less than friends. Weary of fights that need not be fought. Weary of not being myself some of the time which is something I strongly prefer to be all of the time
Cecil (via thatawesomepersonyouknow)
I want the H!
#5 - “Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug
Cecil carefully snuck his way past the tables and bloodstones and people enjoying their meals to the doors to the kitchen. The host peeked in, seeing his old friend hard at work. His face brightened, and he hurried in, throwing his arms around him from behind and squeezing him tightly.
Cecil nodded, deciding against talking about anything of that nature any longer. Instead, he focused again on Earl’s cooking. It really was impressive, the host thought, it really was. He had no idea Earl could cook… What else could Earl do that he didn’t know about?
Finally, Earl turned off the burner and began dividing the pasta among a few plates. It was a rich reddish color now from the wine. He took some on a small plate, being sure to get some chicken and tomatoes with it, and handed it to Cecil with a fork. “Here, try that!”
Cecil's eyes lit up, and he took the plate from his friend. Excited, he gathered up a forkful of pasta and chicken and put it in his mouth. The host seemed to melt.
"Mmh.. It's /really/ good, Earl. You're /very/ talented!"
I want the H. (definitely-not-possessed) [[Let's see which unrealistic situation will happen.]]
#9 - One Armed Hug
“Look..” Cecil laughed nervously as he put his arm around the previous mayor, “Pamela. I understand that.. You know, calling press conferences is your /job/ now and everything, buuut..” He lowered his voice, “Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous?”
Pamela blinked, the surprise clearly visible in her expression. “Aren’t you in the middle of your workday?” she questioned, allowing herself to land on the ground. They could have continued the press conference and renovations without him, of course. She turned to address the crowd once more, yelling at them while they recovered from the recent shock.
The host groaned quietly and held his head with one hand.
“I.. They can find a replacem…” He sighed, “… Right. Still a.. Work day.”
Pamela didn’t listen, but after only a few more seconds and death threats, the reporters left. She turned around to see that the radio host had not left and was saying something about ‘…work day’.
“The community will start fundraising,” she summarized the results. “It’s a shame I couldn’t continue renovations in my own way.”
"Right.. A shame." Cecil nodded absently, slowly standing himself up. "Thank you, Pamela... For your help. I can take this from here..!"
Super Dark rp Starters
"We're all gonna die..."
"But how are you...? I saw you die!"
"Someone's following me."
"Gah! Y-you're arm!"
"I don't think legs are supposed to bend that way."
"I can't... c-can't breathe..."
"I'm pinned! Help!"
"We're surrounded."
"What do you want from me?"
"What are you doing? D-don't!"
"Augh! They... they hit me."
"Go on without me."
"You... you killed them. W-why?"
"You idiot! Don't go out there! She'll kill you if she sees you!"
"You idiot! Don't go out there! He'll kill you if he sees you!"
"She's hurt... She's hurt bad."
"He's hurt... He's hurt bad."
"Don't move. You'll just make it worse."
"Where did you get shot!?"
"How could you do that!? I trusted you!"
