Let's go for a chase

I'll be damn, how'd you find me? Or more importantly, how the hell did you catch up? I'll tell you what though, it ain't happening again! Race you to Central Park! And don't even think about running horizontally! Fifty bucks says I'll outrun you in- like, right now. "I can guess myself to what people want to see, and I can oblige. They want a smile- I'll smile. They want to see a boy who's lost and scared and don't speak the language and only needs that one kind person to help them- that's what they'll get. It's simple. People are simple." (This is an independant roleplaying blog set in the Marvel universe.) Current M!A: None

[flemxng]

rooftoprunner replied to your post:Aaaaand now I’m gonna go sleep…

WHY WERE YOU UP OH MY GOD SLEEP YOU LUNATIC

I WAS UP BECAUSE I HAD A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT AND I WAS WATCHING NETFLIX AND ONE MOMENT IT WAS MIDNIGHT AND THE NEXT IT WAS FUCKING 10 IN THE MORNING AND I WAS LIKE ‘WELP, NO POINT IN SLEEPING NOW CUZ MY APPOINTMENT IS IN 2 AND HALF HOURS AND I NEED TO MAKE MYSELF LOOK LESS HOBO-LIKE’ AND YEAH I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE DOCTOR AND MY ARM HURTS AND I HAVE TO SQUINT TO SEE EVERYTHING 

[rooftoprunner]

WHAT ARE YOU INSANE YOUNG LADY THERE WAS MANY POINT IN SLEEPING FOR TWO HOURS TO GET YOURSELF SOME SANITY BACK THERE'S ALWAYS A POINT YOU GET YOUR SLEEP MISS

[rooftoprunner]

[text] Whoa, mate, I think you’ve got the incorrect number, there. Ain’t nobody asked me for nudes ever.

[thirstyandlustful]

[text] There’s a first time for everything!

[rooftoprunner]

[text] You mean like introductions?

[thirstyandlustful]

[text] Is a couple of nudes too much to ask for?

[rooftoprunner]

[text] Whoa, mate, I think you've got the incorrect number, there. Ain't nobody asked me for nudes ever.

[fuascailt]

+ rooftoprunner

Oh god his chest ached. Maybe going out for a run hadn’t been the best of ideas, perhaps he should’ve stopped inhaling poison before putting his lungs through this madness. But he still had two miles to go.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the young man set off again, but this maniac ran past him like he was on fire. “Hey, watch it.” Grumble grumble…

[rooftoprunner]

The day had started out nice, hadn't it? Nice, sunny, breezy weather, not too windy, and he'd assumed that people were more off-guard at this weather. You know, enjoying the early autumn warmth as humans do. No, not quite. So here he was, running on ground level like some mole, just about starting to run out of stamina- oh, hey, keep out of the path, you dwaas. No, wait, that was great! 

The man looked exhausted and grumpy, but Daniël turned and slowed down, jogging back to the man while unzipping his hoodie and pulling it off. 

"Sorry, mate, I wasn't really paying attention. You doing alright, there?"

[rooftoprunner]

OOC

My Activity broke

... for some reason

And now I can't find any threads. Motherhubber.

[multiplythis]

XXX Investigations || OPEN

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“Nederlands, huh?” Madrox asked with a slight quirk of his head, recognising the accent now that the man had begun to catch his breath. The fact he’d called him ‘vriend’ had cinched it. A year in Amsterdam spent studying architecture, and perhaps sampling a bit too much of the local color, had given him an ear for the dutch language. “You really aren’t from around here.”

 “As it says on the door you just barged through,” Jamie gave a pointed nod in the direction of the entrance as he spoke, eyes flickering to the sign. It was a modest affair, comprised of a simple paper and pen mock up that had been taped to the glass pane.  He’d intended to get it replaced with a more official alternative at some point, but had yet to find the time. “We handle private investigations. Skip tracing, surveillance, item retrieval… The sort of informal inquiries you don’t really want to, or sometimes can’t, involve the law in.”

He leant back in his chair, keeping his eyes fixed on the man’s face as he added the next part, gaging for any reaction. “I don’t suppose any of that would interest you?”

[rooftoprunner]

What was it with everyone instantly recognising his accent? It was just an accent. That and.. a few words, Fair enough. He'd make an awful spy. He blinked and then made a mild grimace, giving the impression that yeah, he wasn't from around here, just like he said. 

"Nee," he replied and slipped both hands inside the pockets of his pants. He turned sideways to face the door and give the sign a glance as well as whatever information it would give him, and at the same time looked through the glass as a howling approached, watching a police car speed by. "Rotterdam, geboren en getogen."

When the howling subsided he turned his head back to look at the man, locking eyes with him as he answered the question he'd been given. Slowly he raised both his eyebrows and then grinned widely. All of that sounded very familiar. Especially the law thing.

"To buy? No. To sell? More or less. We're not far from the same business, vriend. Well- it mostly consists of running around. So in a way it interests me."

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XXX Investigations || OPEN

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 “You’re obviously aren’t from around here, then.” Jamie replied offhandedly, trying to downplay the obvious mistake he’d just made. Talking about porn probably wasn’t the best first impression to give a prospective client. Not that the man looked like a client, more lost than anything. No, correction, it was more than that. You didn’t get that out of breath just from a few mixed up directions. Jamie brought the chocolate cigarette up to the corner of his mouth, taking a tentative bite as he regarded the man a bit closer. Interesting. “Which leaves me with the obvious question, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

[rooftoprunner]

"No. No, not quite," Daniël responded with the hint of a smile, playing along instead of telling him that yes he was, he didn't know anything about ground-level things. He took another one-two steps in and turned his head to take a look around. So, not a shop. His breath was beginning to return to normal and he was hoping that his exhaustion hadn't been noticed by the other; although the man didn't look like an idiot. 

"Nothing in particular, vriend, just having a look around. What's the purpose of your neck of the woods?" He stopped a few steps away from the other man, standing tall and secure with just enough of a smile to not be weird for the situation. 

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XXX Investigations || OPEN

Jamie absently took a bite from the chocolate cigarette in his hand, wondering not for the first time if he should just call it a day and head… Well, the five feet that seperated his desk from the couch-slash-bed that adorned his office. Business hadn’t been quite as busy as he’d hoped. His door hadn’t budged an inch all day, if you didn’t count those looking for an adult shop. He really did need a better sign. On the upside, however, he’d set a new record for spinning an office chair. So, you know, there was that, if nothing else.

The door creaked open with a faint disorganised jingle. He sighed, glancing down to fish out another candy cigarette. “Look, for the last time, we don’t sell porn, adult toys, or manage casting sessions.”

[rooftoprunner]

It was a weird feeling. Walking around like a paranoid lunatic with wide steps, just below a level of running, down on ground level, like some street-glued hedgehog trying not to get stepped on. Well, he wasn't being stepped on, but not being several hundred feet above all these people on the sidewalk was unnerving. Well, when you're a hunted man, you're a hunted man, and furthermore, when they know the man they're chasing likes to stick with the birds... Yeah. 

Though hiding out in a shop rather than a rooftop was harder. 

When the door shut with a second jingle he bent down and exhaled deeply, forcing his lungs to catch his breath for him, and thereby just about missing the voice that had filled the room right after the first chime of the bell. He straightened up, breath still lodged in his throat.

"Sorry?" He had to make a double take. Had the man said porn? "Uh- alright. I have to say that's an odd way to greet a stranger."

[rpblogsunited-blog]

RPers Only

If you are a MARVEL RPer, please reblog this. OCs allowed.

You will be added to the new directory.

[rooftoprunner]

Fire's the most free form of life.

Fire? My friend, have you ever seen a peregrine falcon?

[snorlaxatives]

people are allowed to blog whatever they want to blog and if you don’t like what they’re blogging about it doesn’t really matter because it’s not your blog

[moonhoundman]

HEY LOOK

Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “oh great another one of those stupid - hold the phone, when the fuck did moonhoundman get 350 followers?"

I’ll tell you when.

Right the fuck now is when. Why? How? I don’t know. So I’m doing a thing. This is that thing.

Here is what you can get from this thing:

1st prize:

A graphic promo. See that thing up there? I made that. I’ll do one for your muse using an image of your choice and I’ll write a short blurb about your character.

A screenshot promo. Holy balls does that mean you’ll get two promos? You bet your ass it does.

A drabble of your choice. That’s right, you tell me what to write and I write it. Kind of like what Hati does already except you are now Hati. Please don’t stab me.

2nd prize:

A screenshot promo

Another drabble of your choice because I’m a fucking writer yo.

3rd prize:

A text promo. Y’know, without the shiny graphic or screenshot. I’ll just be all “hey guys go follow this person they’re wicked rad." Kids still say wicked rad, right?

Here are the rules of the thing:

Likes don’t count. Reblogs do.

You can only win if you’re following me. Why? Because I’m needy and deprived of attention like that.

Reblog as many times as you want. Knock yourself out.

Winner will be chosen at random using random.org’s random number generator. Is random no longer a word to you? It’s no longer a word to me.

That’s it. That’s the thing.

ETA: OH SHIT I FORGOT TO SAY this thing ends on Saturday the 3rd of August because I said so.

[rooftoprunner]

Things are happening with Daniël soon.

[rooftoprunner]

Me: Today- I shall ask them to RP with me!

Them: *Rping amazingly with other amazing people*

Me: Today- I shall continue to stalk them from afar!

[drlelandsoffice]

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

[tigersniper-deactivated20150224]

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[fireinthetestblog-blog]

Tell me what Hogwart House you see my character in and I will tell you:

Blood Status: 

Wand: 

Possible pet: 

Patronus: 

Boggart: 

Favorite Class: 

Least Favorite Class: 

Any special traits: 

[rooftoprunner]

Aight, who do I owe?

It's gotta be a couple, my dash has been way too quiet for- well, a week. Like this if I owe you - or even better, if you'd like to do something!