#rp open

[carlos-thatcher]

Open roleplay

(this rp starts off with a different character then Carlos, but Carlos will show up later!:))

A random text popped up on a person's phone, a simple message from an unknown number.

I heard you know Carlos Thatcher, would you be willing to help me find him? I'm an old friend... if you'd like to share information, I will be at the café on 35th at two pm today, meet me there. -W

Along with the message was a picture of the person, Carlos with them in the picture, a clear sign that this 'W' person knows they know Carlos.

[razzldzl]

I think u've got there something.. on your back..

[s-isfor-superboy]

“Oh you can’t be serious” Kon came to a stop on the roof, dusting off his jacket as he looked at the city. He had just come from one fight only to be set up with another. This time a much larger foe.

“I’m literally just trying to get home,” he grumbled. He would jump down to help out, obviously, but if he thought about leaving like he hadn’t seen anything… nobody would know right?

Kon rolled his shoulders and got ready to join the fray when he heard something behind him. Whipping around he found-

[dimension-jumping-loser]

Rp Starter!!!

Happy Birthday!

Inspired by Noah Kahans new album cause I'm obsessed with it 🫶 would recommend reading his lore if you wanna understand everything but don't have to if not feeling it. Angst and character trauma so proceeded as you wish if you don't like the mention of past character death 🕺🕺idk felt the need to put that???

There Zayne sat on the rooftop of his "apartment" building. It was nothing but an old attic part of the vinyl store that was below it. They shared it with a friend mostly to just help each other out. Particularly because Zayne hated being alone a lot. Because if he was alone that meant he'd think. Thinking meant imagining bad memories. Like now. He sat on the roof, the sun setting starring at a sad cupcake from a bakery nearby with a candle lit up in front of him. A jar of what looked like ash next to it. It was his sister's birthday. He tried to forget this date he really did. But the image of her was burned into his mind. He didn't miss her all the time. It wasn't a constant thing lingering over his head, at least not anymore. Now it is though. Because in the past he'd be at a giant celebration with his family all standing around a table with a cake singing different keys of Happy Birthday to his sister. But she was gone now. All of his family was gone now. And it was his fault. And how does one really move on? Was he doing it? He was to deep in his head he didn't hear somebody approaching.

[cyro-needsabeer]

OPEN RP

[ALL INTERACT]

Its been a while since he actually took some time for himself. Even though he has no friends so most time is reserved for himself. However, solo trips are fun. That has dropped business for him however.

Cyro, being the smart man he is worked out gis printer and some website on the Internet and created flyers. The design featured a tan, paper-like background with a PNG of his horse pasted on the sheet, in front of his stable. It was simple, sure. But in this down, thats the best.

He shoves around 50 papers in his bag and a book. By the time hes on his girl, he's already pulled out his novel. Brandy knew where he wanted to go by single words. He directed her to 'town' and she went on her way, enjoying the smells of nature along the way, despite it slowing them down.

They were about 15 minutes into their stroll, which turned into a gallop, was stopped on its hind legs. Cyro rolls off into the crunchy mud as Brandy gaurds him and eyes the figure that stopped them.

"Brandy!" He questions.

[ask-fernghoul]

It was quiet in the ministry, and no one was really making a sound or notice. One ghoul was awake and stumbling around, Fern. The ghoul everyone would talk about since his lobotomy and what sister called for to happen to him.

Sister was only the thing he could exactly remember and he was completely afraid of her. As he stumbled, he saw a picture of her hanging up.. The ghouls chest began to quickly rise as he started to freak out, slightly making a high pitch distress noise while trying to bang his antlers against the wall where the picture was.

[mjm4ybank]

My new hairstyle matches? 🤔

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