#closed rp post

[turningheartbeatsintotempo]

“Happy birthday, Aria!”

“Yeah, happy birthday, you dork. We didn’t really have a ton of money to spare after we blew it on the last album, but I have my ways.”

“Hey! I was the one who got her the tickets, you meanie!”

Nangong snickers at Sunna as she places three ever so elusive tickets to an Astra Yao show into Aria’s hands.

“Ta-da~”

Aria is silent for a second, before clutching the tickets close to her heart. Or, where a heart would be.

“You guys…gosh, this is just about the sweetest thing I’ve been given! If I could, you’d be seeing tears just pouring down my face…”

“Awh, I knew you would say something cheesy. Get over here.”

The construct is pulled into a hug with the other two parts of the trio, smothered with adoration from her closest companions as they all let our various laughs and giggles.

[rednprejudice]

Once Jason had went through the portal and made it into his apartment he took another shower, changed into pajamas, and then lay on his couch. He stared up at the ceiling as he felt like he was suffocating in the quiet of his empty apartment.

He took out his phone and dialed a number that in this world didnt go straight to voicemail like he was used to. Instead someone answered to which he responded "Sorry, wrong number.." then hung up and tossed his phone aside.

Only then after reminding himself he was completely alone, he curled up on the couch and fell asleep. He wanted to cry, desperately, but he had lost the ability to a long time ago.

[tim-tamalam]

This had taken weeks of planning, finding a time that both Wilde would be free and Tim would be was harder than she thought. Tim lowered his work load staying up for most of the week to lessen his cases and giving the rest over to Bruce ensuring the man was up to date on everything he had done.

When it came to a date outfit he had that sorted easily, he was dressed up and texting Wilde ages before the date was supposed to take place. Tim was sitting on his bed fussing with her hair trying to get it neat enough until Alfred the cat wandered into his room and on his lap. Tim waited hoping he would leave but Alfred made himself comfortable to take a nap. Tim began to call Wilde. "Hey.. may need you to come over instead of at our meet up spot."

@wilde-riot-ransom

[deangulo-of-oolacile-blog]

Closed Rp (sins-clensed-with-sins)

The mangled corpses of a mixture of both knights and the mutated oolacile township folk would lay scattered among the path nearest where the Baroness had fallen due to imminent injury. The stench radiating from the path would be none other than foul, stomach-churning even. The Keeper's lacerated body would be stationary against the fragmented, crumbling wall. Her helmet hiding the larger wounds which made themselves apparent on her head, her body drenched with the blood of those she fought, not to mention her own blood aswell. She'd find it quite gruellingly strenuous to stay sentient to her surroundings, slipping in and out of conciousness somewhat frequently. She had a moderately unnervy feeling that someone, or something was close by, there were too many possibilities that it would be a threat, even then, the Baroness was in quite a pickle. Not being able to flee from the source of danger was something that bugged her most since she was in such a state, but who could it be? sins-cleaned-with-sins

[foxaflame]

Yakuza Fox

In all truth, he probably should leave the suited man alone. He smokes cigarettes, and the smell of gunpowder indicates he's carrying at least one handgun. And while that wouldn't kill him, it would hurt quite a lot if he were shot with one.

Still, he couldn't seem to stay away. He was just too curious.

So, following the suited man, he hummed a bit to himself.

"You smell like expensive chemicals. Is that what all of your little gang members wear to feel good about themselves?"

[riptwinktrolls2014]

> Noname: Contemplate life and other deep bullshit.

You sit outside your hive in your leather jacket, leaning back and darting your eyes about the starry sky. You play with your switchblade pointlessly, not like you hunt or anything. You especially sense no threat at this moment. To be completely and utterly honest, the only reasons you've broken this thing is because you kept playing with it and the spring broke, you've never used it on anyone except yourself.

You slump over and sigh peacefully, nightdreaming of voids and nihilism.

[riptwinktrolls2014]

> Anoore: Get lost.

You whine as you walk through what seems to be a deserted forest! Minus animal organisms of course, but not a troll to be found. You have come to the conclusion that your compass is broken, due to you seeing that fallen down tree at least five times now, and you just sit down miserably. You're lost, not even with the slightest clue on where you are, and you foolishly left your phone at home. You can't even call for help on trollian!

With a sigh, you lift your glasses and pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Stupid stupid dumb, you should've brought your mobile device! You begin hitting your head against the tree a few times, only to eventually stop out of you starting to hurt a bit too much.

Well, now what?

[riptwinktrolls2014]

>Super Rad!: RUN!!!!

You're already doing that!

You're sprinting down the street at full speed, or... At least as fast as your legs can take you. You are currently after a guy who had stolen a wallet from someone! You caught him pick pocketing a few days ago, from some poor sap who you think took it out on the guy next to him. Actually, now that you think of it, you're pretty sure he got beaten up pretty badly!

Well, it seems you bumped into something... Er. Someone, because you automatically go to a stop when you're sure that it was a person that you've bumped into! It would be rude to just keep going without an apology...

"My apologies, citizen!!!!"