#root rp

[freyarperalltheway]

Desperately looking for roleplayers. Anybody interested?

[analoginterface]

                             ❝ THE FUTURE IS COMING.                                                          You started it, and I’ll finish it. ❞ 

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                                    if ( )                                     { No one designed (us) :                                                    We're just an accident, }

                                    else ( )                                      { We're just bad code, }

[digimmortality-archive]

This is a permanent starter call for ROOT from PERSON OF INTEREST.

WARNINGS FOR SUBJECT MATTER: child abuse, torture, murder, transhumanism, body dysphoria

By liking this post you are telling me that you want to interact with this muse. It also lets me know that you’re good with PLOTTING with this character, sending you MEMES from this character, making GRAPHICS or writing DRABBLES that pertain to your muses and this character in particular, and also TAGGING you in ideas for your muses and this character.

This is for MUTUALS ONLY!

[just-noise-in-the-system]

@smarterthanmagic

Root crossed her legs as she took a sip from her drink and as she looked around the bar she locked eyes with a woman. Her head tilted to the side with curiosity. She was the most recent number. Root stood and made her way over. “Come here often?” she said in her naturally flirtatious voice as a smile formed.

[freyarperalltheway]

Why can't I find roleplayers anymore?

[freyarperalltheway]

Darker Side of the Rain

It was passed midnight in a cloudy and windy night, Root was walking along the streets which were under surveillance. She kept listening Machine who gave her a weird kind of feeling of security, or such. She zipped up her leather jacket, pulling her hands in its side pockets, she kept walking. “It is going to rain with 97% possibility.” Machine said which drug a sigh between her tightly pressed lips. Machine kept babbling all the way down to the diner and not even for once Root wanted quietness. Maybe she just hoped Machine would give her any valuable information about their little rebel group; tell her they were okay, somewhere safe.

She didn’t hear the steps on the side of her deaf ear but she felt movement, the wind brushed against her differently. She kept walking though not giving away that she was aware of the body almost right behind her. Despite the knowledge; she jumped a little as she was pulled to the darker dead-ended street. When she was ready to pull out her gun, she saw who it was stupid enough to grab her like that. “You scared the hell out of me. I could’ve killed you!”

[freyarperalltheway]

Open Starter

Root was in her room in subway all by herself. Harold was out with Bear and John was in station with Fusco. And she was left to her oen misery. Machine was silent for few days now and she felt like a trapped animal. She prepared herself a cup of hot cocoa. She closed her eyes sipping onto it. How she wished Shaw to be there...