#starter roleplay

[geezer-bruce-wayne]

Open rp/Rp starter!

Gotham was in one of those spurts of more crime than usual. He was only one man and dealing with it all at the same time was hard especially at this age. He scared those that he could and fixed what couldn't simply be scared. Which is why he found himself in this situation.

With the worst of it tamed and fixed. He moved on to the small stuff, successfully done.

Which is why he found this so pathetic-

He panted heavily. He slid down the wall of an alley hunkering down in a shadowed part. He needed to tend to his injuries. His armor had been pierced and he was nursing a couple bullet wounds and stab wounds. His tech was broken. He needed help outside of his tech because although he could probably make it to the batmobile he wasn't so sure if he'd make it to the cave.

He grunted as he got up, he couldn't be a sitting duck out here just hoping someone would find help him. He made his slow painful way to the batmobile hoping that maybe someone would help him not die.

His hope was meek.

[theblindman]

@harlequinautumn​

There had been a calm silence for some months in the time Norman was alone with himself. At times he'd let the sound of a radio or TV occupy the room so that it made him feel less alone. Yet today, the man kept everything off and sat in a chair without the company of another person's voice or the sounds of a movie blaring back at him. It was a rare moment that he could enjoy the silence for what it was but, it would not be long before it was lost.

[ofguardianhoundarchived]

[Starter for @wxlfbxss]

Charlie had never been one who thought of himself as one that got involved with a lot of drama, but did from time to time. It was a thing he tried to steer clear from at all cost, but it sometimes didn’t always work out that way. Not a lot he could do about it, but when he was yanked into helping with something or possibly be put with the option of death? Heh, yeah, not exactly a hard choice to make in any regard.

Which is where he was at this point, helping an army of wolves. Not exactly his greatest idea of being involved with this, but to a degree he had been forced into it. Not a lot of choice when it came to something like that BUT, he’d try to make the most of it and possibly could get out of the entire situation scot-free. Well, that was his original thought. It all came down to the commander and all and by some significant coincidences, he was called up to meet with him. No idea why, but he could take a few stabs at it. None would be correct, that was for sure.

He entered the small tent of where the commander was supposed to be and the german shepherd rubbed the back of his neck looking around at the master plans of battles, how to retrieve more metal (that seemed to be a really common theme around here), and apparently the things they still required for the battles in general, mainly focusing on manpower.

❝Uh... So.. You wanted to see me? I don’t have an idea of why, but... That was what I was told by another wolf.❞ he asked with a small tilt of his head to the side for the moment and then straightened it out.

[1strecomdejablue]

“It’s not that I care; It’s that I’m trying to get you to leave.”

[imherknight]

⚔Guilty Pleasure⚔ -open starter-

Guilford knew it was a dirty habit but sometimes he just needed a quick break. A small escape. And while he would prefer the satisfying burn of alcohol drinking on duty was out of the question.

A quick cigarette didn't cloud his judgment and would not alter him in any way. Except ease the tension headache that was building up.

Of course this was his little secret, his guilty pleasure that he believed he kept well hidden. He would slip behind buildings, go to the far side of hangers, or engine rooms. Places he could be seen. Once he was done he would pop a quick mint and a small spray of cologne. He thought he was clever.

Normally he one allowed himself a quick break now more then 2 minutes and then back to Cornelia's side. But tonight he was already on his second cigarette. Today had worn on his nerves with meetings this, paper work that.

So once he bid good night to his princess he snuck out the back of the embassy. While technically not on duty, tonight was not a drinking night. So a few smokes would have to do. He let his mind wonder as he looked up.

Of course, if he had stayed sharp he might of heard the approaching footsteps.

[evershiftingmuse]

“Alright; You got me. I am looking for something...Do you think you could help me find it?”

[the-electrikonesis-wolf]

New Face Arrives

@fighting-acorn

A streak of yellow electricity sparked and arc in the distance. It was from a wolf Mobian who was on the run from Aero Chasers shooting lasers behind them.

???: [*running as they were reaching close to a certain blue hedgehog’s jogging speed*] Will you stop chasing me?! [*reached their hand back and shot an arc of lightning at them. the arc of it shot down one, but there was still two behind*] Dang it.

The lightning made a loud crackling thunder that echoed and reached to a nearby city.

[shiftingmuse]

a lonely night;

It was getting late, so much so. The barkeep kept eyeing the older male. Giving him a glare as he stared into his glass of scotch. “I don’t pay good money to have you stare me down all night, Roni.” Detective Weaver snaps. Taking a final drink of his glass before tapping the bar again. “One more, and you’ll see no more of me tonight.” He tells the woman. A sigh coming afterwards as he took out his cellphone. 

Still no word from his partner. Nor from any other he waited for. “Another lovely evening.” He says to himself as the woman poured him one final drink. Roni simply smirks before walking off. 

The two people never saw eye to eye.