Feb 4, 2015
Call for RPers?
Watching atonement and rping with the amazing whatdonormalpeopledo is making want to rp Hamish as a soldier more and more. Jesus christ... Someone! Pleaseeeeeee
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Call for RPers?
Watching atonement and rping with the amazing whatdonormalpeopledo is making want to rp Hamish as a soldier more and more. Jesus christ... Someone! Pleaseeeeeee
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"You can't tell them... You can't."
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OCC// So basically this cutie patootie started a Hamish rp blog and you should all follow him because he is a great writer and thinker and all together awesome. JUST FOLLOW HIM!
Have you ever read LOTR fanfiction?
A guilty pleasure of mine.
- Hamish
Fan - fucking - tastic.
Both Dad and Father are insisting I quit smoking.
Everything has gone - my lighters, my tobacco, my weed...
- Hamish
Hamish would you like to go out tonight? It's a slow day and no one is around, so I figured I should make use of my time and do something. I thought I'd invite you along.
I would adore the chance at getting out of this Flat.
Father has gone catatonic in his mind palace, and Dad is at the surgery. It’s all very dull.
- Hamish
Closed rp: starter for theincomingteacake
"Two dead bodies, both shot, no one heard, loads of blood, not found until this morning when the owner of the factory came in." Lestrade went through the details of the case to the young man who absently nudged his thick frames up his nose, inspecting the crime scene. "No fingerprints, no weapons left. A clean shot each time, perfectly and skilfully done."
"An assassin," Hamish confirmed, kneeling down to examine the bodies who were leading lopsided on the conveyer belt on the factory floor. "A precise shot, in the exact location so they knew the two men could never live from it. But they were in a hurry. It's two millimeters off the exact point on the head to kill someone instantly." He shuffled back, looking at the floor. "Light-footed, no prints left in the dirt. Almost certainly an assassin."
Lestrade sighed. "Hell, you sound just like your dad, Hamish."