#rp'd

[thebmwdriverwasstupidnotthe-blog]

Guys do not follow @the-real-satan-the-devil-of-hell. He bullies people and talks shit about them. Please don't follow. He rp'd someone.

[connorundertale]

i wonder if i could RP as dandy well at all

[goodnigth]

wow i love gina so bad💖

[undeadsheriff]

{ immaggiegreene }

      "I know... I know you're worried about Beth,        we all are, but I hope ya' haven't lost hope yet, Maggie.        Yer too strong for that, I know ya' are.        We're gonna' find her. I don't know how, but we are."

[undeadsheriff]

{ theyoungsir }

      "Y'know -- it occurs to me that you and I haven't had a lot 'a time to talk lately,        Carl. I just --        I wanna' know if yer okay?" Focus had primarily been placed upon getting food, regrouping with their people, and most of all finding a place to settle down at. It wasn't doing them any good to be running circles, but Rick knows Carl is holding a lot in, he can see it -- he can feel it. His son has been distanced since the prison fell, he's feeling better physically, Rick is, but he shot a sympathetic look to Carl, blue optics staring directly to the kid, they need time to t a l k , not fight -- just be a family. Small as they were, just the two of them for now, Rick wanted to be as good of a father as he possibly could be. So despite all he'd like to say now, he keeps his lips shut, giving Carl the reigns of this conversation. He's ready to listen.

[undeadsheriff]

      " -- Look, Judith...        I hope ya' ain't still mad at me, from before." They'd had their ups and downs since Lori's death. Rick is regaining his strength, his sanity, but things haven't been easy. Head hangs rather tiredly. Blue hues owning up to his daughter, they didn't have a lot of time to talk, Carl'd be awake soon, and Rick didn't like these fights, he especially didn't like having them when Carl was around -- enough going on in the world without family drama.       "I am sorry, I am.        I love you, and I don't say that near enough.        I'm trying, Judith. S'all I can say."

[undeadsheriff]

{ furyofbahamut }

The man is covered in c o p i o u s amounts of gore, crimson liquid stains his skin and he's tired -- not ready to move again. Slumped against a tree, eyes only raise drearily to the sound of footsteps nearby. Likely another walker, as gut covered as he is? Rick is hoping they'll pass him by. As he watches, he sees a human, the grip on the magnum in his lap is tightened. He's alone, he's worn to the core, but he will defend himself. Voice comes out, low pitched and settled. He's not afraid of this stranger, he'll kill her if that's what it takes.       "There ain't nothin' here for you... --        not a damn thing, ya' should g o ."

[undeadsheriff]

{ leon-s--kennedy }

      "I know        who you are..." The tone is raspy, yet bitterly spoken. Already, it seemed like forever ago but there was no mistaking him. He was the reason s h e left, wasn't he? Rick's gun lowers in the slightest manner, but he's still [ tense ] . This would be no easy greeting for either of them, after-all this wasn't the first love triangle he'd been entangled in. Hazel hues focus upon him,       "Leon." Not inquired, stated, because Rick can tell it's him. He remembers it crystal clear, Ada's description. Truth is, he's half expecting to see a blur of red follow -- but it appears that the duo are alone. He wonders, how much did Ada say of him?