#open rp?

[bumblebee-official]

" Whatthef rag happenef ealeirr I'm so tired "

[chuchucharlie]

*Wade leans back in her booth, staring at the wall. Logan was out in the woods, and she had nothing better to do then to risk taking a contract. The contract being someone who works at the cafe.*

So, how’s it going? *She picks up the mug, taking a sip of hot coffee, talking to the now dead person in front of her.* Me? I’ve had a great day! Anyday covered in someone’s blood and brains is a great day. *She plucks a piece of brain out of her mug, the man’s head lolling forward. Yea, he was dead.*

I should probably get going, but honestly, who wouldn’t wanna eat a pancake after murdering such a… *She picks up her katana, lifting the dead dudes head* Not very attractive man?

Open rp? Never done one of these, so~

[enzie-ki]

What room numbers are you guys? I wanna come visit your rooms!

OOC || I need to know room numbers bcus the Beach is a resort, with well, room numbers and it'd be fun to know yours!

I think any number from 1-200 and 201-400 will do, 1-100 and 201-300 is ground floor, 101-200 and 301-400 is second floor.

@your-sweet-cookie @kuinaoflight @hoodedchishiya @triggerhappymilitant @niragixpsych @twentyfourhourtits @bossfightsamurai @hattersbeach @fluffybrowncat and whoever else!

Current List:

Enzeru(me): 149

Kukki: 210

Kuina: 143

Chishiya: 007

Niragi(@triggerhappymilitant):

Niragi(@niragixpsych): 369

Narumi: 214

Last Boss: 106

Hatter: 400

Yalina: 347

Lilly: 202

[asksurvivingcritters]

-Easter event inside the factory, Esty Cotton, aka the Easter bunny hid chocolate eggs or smoke bombs (harmless, they are just colored) around the nursery (factory safe point), everyone is free to start looking, There's a chance you'll come across other toys walking around and looking for eggs too, so have fun with them.-

[the-haunted-office]

In another room over from Doomsday, there's a table sitting there with a sign that just says BOOTH. Nobody appears to be sitting there.

What do?

[rodeoblitz]

Blitz stared into the mirror sadly before he started to sing softly to himself as he shook.

"I got a darkness inside

And it's talking to me

I feel it rumble and writhe

Like a hungry disease

A face so ugly I hide

But it longs to be free

Once I've brought it to light I'll be gone underneath

Swallowed consumed I am one with the beast

You're not me, who are you? What are we?

When I look at the face in the mirror I see Just a shell of myself I can tell you're no hero to me...."

[aux-armes-citoyens]

[Francis is standing there in quiet contemplation, arms folded together in indifference. One hand effortlessly held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and the other reached up to curl the hairs of his mustache into a shapely upward swirl. His brows were furrowed and his lips were set in an unintentional pout.

He was looking in a store window at a plain, perfectly normal dress.]

Do you not think this is rather pedestrian? I mean... Pfft.... [He shakes his head in disbelief!] This colour in this season?! I would like to have a word with the designer.