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[roleplaylass]

Lass Likes to Roleplay

I decided to make this post for no particular reason. I am actually full up to my ears on roleplays at the moment and am super lucky to have found some amazing people that are wonderful and need not pay any attention to this list because they are perfect. But for future reference and for just what's on in my mind right now, here you go:

My Roleplay Pet Peeves/Rules:

1.) People who make me feel like it's my job to entertain them.

I roleplay to have fun. It should be fun. If I am too stressed trying to write you a reply I am not having fun. Now, let me go in a little deeper on this issue because Roleplaying is a multi-person "sport" You are there to have fun, but you are also there for the people you roleplay with to have fun too. You do have some small obligation to the people you are writing with to give them something so they can in tern give you something. Which brings me to...

2.) People who don't communicate with me.

If you are not having fun you need to say something. Yeah, I might be a little disappointed if it's a thread or a story that I am really into, but I want you to have fun too and if you aren't we can work to change that! Or, if you just don't like my style, that's cool too. I can't promise that I won't take it personally, but I will understand. Not everyone has the same style and sometimes two styles don't mesh. THAT IS OKAY! You can be cool with a person and not like their style. 

3.) People who are not flexible.

Most of my characters are not set in stone. They tend to evolve as I write them. This is especially true if I end up making a character specifically for a roleplay and they are brand new. I get ideas, I work something out about their personality, I change things up. I try not to change anything too drastic about their past, but I might reveal something later as something that explains a personality trait or reaction. This also means that sometimes a character doesn't end up exactly where I originally planned them to end up. That's what's fun! That's part of collaborative writing! If you want everything already laid out in stone, read a book or go write one by yourself! However...

4.) Don't abandon a plot.

If I make a character for you specifically, like as a want ad or something, I expect us to play out our plot. If you want to change something about it, you need to talk to me about it and communicate with me (see number 2) because otherwise I will feel like I wasted my time. I am all for plot changes and new ideas, but I don't like it when someone just up and twists my character out of a plot when that's the whole reason I created them in the first place. Really, this is just am extension of #2.

5.) Really, that's it.

I am easy to please. I can be very picky when it comes to writing styles. I usually know within the first few posts whether we will work together. But other than that, as long as you communicate with me, I am easy to keep happy. I understand everyone has a life outside this, I certainly am no exception. I tend  to over share and talk a lot ooc, You don't have to if you don't want to. But I like to make friends through RP. In fact, some of my best friends in the world I met through roleplaying on the internet. But f you'd rather just write, that's cool! Just tell me what you're thinking and if you plan to be gone if you can. I will do the same! We'll have fun! :D

[roleplaylass]

I adore writing Billy Kaplan, it's been too long.

Unlike Teddy, Billy had no summer extra assignments from the white witch that ran the school. Emma Frost tended to unnerve the young meta. She was stern but horribly kind too... He wasn't able to get a good feel for her. The first time Ms. Frost ever came to his attention was when she'd knocked on the Kaplan's door two years ago. She was an impressive sight and she made Billy feel very, very small. The school she'd presented to the Kaplan's though, sounded like a wonderful idea, almost too good to be true. Billy had no problems at all leaving his old school. At least at the Academy of Tomorrow he knew every other student was different too. And a fresh start after his awful freshman year was more than appealing. He looked at it like an early college experience. Teddy was a special case since he was only attending as a part time student, and Ms. Frost had made it very clear to the changeling she expected him to do work over the summer to keep his place. It kind of sucked and Billy felt bad for his friend. Ms. Frost was relentless. Speaking of Teddy. What the hell had happened that morning? Billy had nothing to distract himself from the circumstances for the time being, no where to be, nothing to do, so he flipped on his computer and logged in to World of Warcraft. Billy had a two level eighty characters, a mage and a warlock, and one priest at level seventy-two. He sort of gravitated towards the casting classes... it didn't have anything to do with his witch like abilities... at least that's what he told himself. Maybe if he leveled his priest a bit he'd forget about that morning and things would just go back to normal. "nothinghappenednothinghappened" He murmured to himself in the way he always did whenever he was troubled or nervous. He'd gotten in to a group running dungeons in Northrend and they were doing fairly well for a pug..."nothinghappenednothing... could you watch your aggro please moron?!" Billy threw up his hands in frustration as he tried to keep his poor cleric alive. Mobs descended upon him. Fade was on a cool down... power word: shield... heal, heal, heal. "Stupid tanks..." He watched helplessly as his health bar descended in to nothing and his undead digital self collapsed to the digital ground. "Fuu...dge" Billy quickly switched words as his mother stepped in the open doorway. She had that look on her face... the 'Billy what didn't you tell me' look. It was different from the regular look a mother would give her son. Rebecca Kaplan was a psychologist and psychologists had very different looks when it came to parenting. "Billy, turn off the computer, please..." Oh no... she was using the doctor tone... this couldn't be good. Without a word to his group, Billy clicked on the exit key and swiveled his chair around to face his mother. It was always best to give her your full attention when she had on the doctor voice. "I just received a call from the police department... can you think of reasons they might want to call?" Shit...  "Billy, I want to know why you felt the need to lie to me about what happened last night." This wasn't a normal guilt trip, this was an analytical question. As a therapist, Rebecca Kaplan was always analyzing the whys behind the action, especially when it came to her son. It was her constant effort to understand him. Really, no one understood Billy quite like his mother, though sometimes she failed to realize this."I'm sorry mom, I didn't want to worry you with it all. Truth is I was really nervous about what happened and didn't really want to talk about it. I just wanted to avoid it, help Teddy with his homework, and sleep. I know, I know, avoiding an issue doesn't make it go away. I guess it just felt nice to have my friend and just calm down before I talked about it. I wanted to make sure my head was clear you know?" Billy's hand went to scratch the back of his neck as per usual when he was slightly embarrassed. His heavy mass of hair fell over his eyes. Mrs. Kaplan leaned over and picked up her sons chin gently with two fingers and kissed him on the forehead. "I understand where you're coming from. You should have just said so in the first place though, you know you can tell me anything. I love you no matter what. You're a gift." Now she was getting cheesy and Billy knew she'd turned of the therapist blinders. "Moooom..." He grinned, pretending to shrug away and be bothered by such a show of affection. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I meant to talk to you about it this morning, but I sort of got distracted." "Anyway," Billy's mother smoothed the hair away from her son's face, "They asked if you could come down to the station and give a more official statement. Seems they thought you were pretty shaken up about it all and you left out a bit about saving Mrs. Larken's life?" Her eyebrows lifted a bit. "I'm not going to chastise you on heroics, Billy, it's probably better that I don't know the specifics of what happened. You did a good deed... I only hope you were careful. Now get dressed, I have to take you down to the station." "Kay mom..." Had he been careful? Absolutely not... and Billy really wasn't being careful at all. He risked himself every time he went out with Teddy and Peter and the others. He felt a little guilty about it where his parents were concerned. Had they any idea they'd be ill with worry. It was best he never tell them. The young witch went about getting dressed when he heard the hard vibration of his phone against the wood of his desk. Only half dressed, Billy palmed the phone open to see the message from Teddy. Damn, and he'd almost forgotten too...

Hey Bro! Sorry ‘bout this morning. Don’t know what came over me, but it won’t happen again. We c00l?

Sorry about this morning? Billy fell against his bed and groaned. he let the phone fall on to his pillow as he finished getting dressed, thinking exactly how to respond. The fact that they'd kissed really didn't bother him at all. Billy had had a friend or two once before that had been curious about their sexuality and tested the waters with him. He could separate the physicality of a simple kiss and friendship. Had that all it been, Billy wouldn't have even thought twice about it. The problem here was that it had stirred a very uncomfortable feeling in the young man's gut and it wasn't going away. But Teddy was his best friend. He refused to let something that seemed obviously trivial ruin that. He returned the text;

Phlegmatic. Don't even know what you're talking about.

Liar. "Hurry up, Billy, we need to leave in five minutes." Billy mumbled an incoherent grunt in reply and finished his preparations to leave. Before he walked out the door memory struck him again and he grabbed his phone, sending a second text;

What happened with Frost? Seems like you're still breathing, that's a good sign. Unless you're contacting me through electronic energy from the great beyond... I hear some religions say they present you with seventy virgins... Does that still count if you are one?

Billy smirked a little, threw the phone in his back pocket and hastened his pace to his mother so they could leave.

[roleplaylass]

ROCK, PAPER, CAT

The boy known to most as ‘Quill’ dozed unapologetic ally beneath a shady tree. On his lap was a mess of half used parchment and at his side, just out of reach of his ink stained fingertips was a long feather quill. It was spring. The days were warmer, the sun was brighter, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for a sheep herder to stay awake. Not that young Quill had ever been one for staying on the job. His mind always seemed to drift no matter what the temperature was.

“QUILLIAN!”

The sudden break from peace startled the poor boy so much, parchment flew from his lap in every which direction. He glanced, dazed, about his surroundings as he tried to pinpoint just what had roused him from slumber. When he finally caught site of a storming pair of weathered boots, it was too late. His father’s large hand smacked squarely across the back of his head.

“You useless son of a sow. I found three sheep, THREE, wandering aimlessly in the wood on the east side. IT probably took them a good half day to wander all the way over there. What in the name of pete have you been doing up here?!”

Quill’s first instinct was to inform his father that by calling him the son of a sow he was insulting himself as well, but the pain at the back of his head made him think better of that. “I- I, ah… I got…” He fumbled over his words as his mouth tried to catch up to his train of thought. He’d been watching the sheep when he’d been hit by inspiration! “Oh no!” He stood and flailed about trying to gather up the pieces of parchment which were slowly slipping away with the meandering breeze.

“‘Oh no’ is right you daft little hayseed! You’ve been sleeping here all damn day! What if someone came and stole the whole herd?!”

Quil was barely paying attention. He had parchment clutched beneath his arms. He kept looking at each one and then crumbling back into the fold.

“Oy! That was expensive you know! I’m gonna tell your mother to stop buying that stuff for you if you keep wasting it like that! OY! Are you LISTENING to me?!”

“I had the perfect melody just moments ago and I wrote it down and now I can’t find it!” Frustrated, Quill threw the parchment in the air. “I can never keep track of the important ones!”

“And you can’t keep track of your sheep either! Get back to the house before we lose the entire stock! I swear a dead dog does a better job tending the animals than you do.”

Dejected, Quill plucked the feather from the ground, stuck it behind his ear, and sulked towards the house. “I was never meant to be a farmer.” he mumbled to himself. “I’m far too talented for sheep. I was meant for so much more!” he kicked a rock.

That rock would prove fateful.

Down the road a ways, a white cat lay across the bottom of a fence. Beneath it’s paws was a crinkled piece of parchment that had blown by only moments ago. The creature seemed intensely interested in the scribbled dictation about the top, until a rock almost knocked its ear off. The cat perked its head upward and fixated it’s violet eyes on the oncoming human.

'Mrrrow'

“Obviously I was born in to the wrong family. I’m not meant to be a farmer.” Quill mumbled under his breath. “The sheep don’t even like me!” The youth sighed heavily and slumped his shoulders.

The cat continued to observe the youth as he moped along. What a funny little character he was, flailing about like his life meant something. It didn't. This cat knew it didn't. So he though he was meant for something greater did he?

The cat blinked.

It was a slow and purposeful blink. A blink that was felt in the tapestry of fate. A blink that changed the entirety of that young man's life forever.

"Hey! Gimme that!" Quill saw the paper under the cats paws and went to snatch it away. "Shoo kitty..." Right as his fingers found the tattered edge, the paper was surrounded in a magical light and floated in to the air. He stared, slack jawed at the paper for a moment, not at all sure what he was seeing. "...I must still be dreaming..."

"You aren't"

Quill turned at the unfamiliar voice. All he found was the cat.

And then it wasn't a cat anymore.

It was a man. A beautiful, lanky man with the most brilliant white hair Quill had ever seen.

"You think you're made of better stuff, I'd like to see what you actually do with it. So listen here, kid, cause I'm only going to go over this once. You can do anything you want. Magically I mean. But the major things you can't do for yourself. Someone has to wish for it. And if someone asks for a wish, you have to give it to them. No ifs ands or buts about it. Only there are three things you can't do. You can't kill anyone with magic, you can't bring back anything from the dead, and you can't make anyone fall in love. Understand?"

"What?" was the only thing the boy could make his mouth say.

"You aren't a very bright one are you... no matter. You'll catch on."

He touched the boy on the forehead and Quill immediately lost consciousness.

[afairhairedlass]

That moment...

you read things you wrote nine years ago.... Why do I do this to myself?