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OPEN STARTER CALL

“Man this rave is like totally bumping, I’m looking to get to know somebody or a little something something if you’ve got anything that is.”

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alright roleplayers. how in the world do i reblog and continue a thread with this new(ish) update? havent done a solid thing for a year or so, and the tumblr interface has changed a lot. would somebody be able to clue me in?

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STARTER CALL. 

Like this and i’ll potentially write you a starter with a verse I think fit for your character.

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the main and current verse contrary to this blog a year or two ago, is after Blythe’s inevitable incarceration and release. now, in his cocky nature he again struggles and settles with his dependencies, and his macabre fan club (so to speak) that has followed his appointed crimes and developed sympathy for him. which only furthers his cocky nature, a habit developed only after his fame in the underground community as a sort of messiah taking the fall for crimes he did not (?) commit in the name of saving his delusional junkie community. 

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@variousmethodsofescaape

Blythe finds himself looking at the girl from head to toe, entwined by her obvious nature that so resembled his own. He did so not with a judgmental tone but one of curiosity -- intrigue.  Perspiring heat, he pursued her. 

❝  I know an addict when I see one  – - - they have a certain kind of aura that smells of sickness and dependency. Not that i’m judging of course. Just curious as to--   ❞ He paused to look the woman up and down, digesting her presence. ❝ What your preferred poison might be. And if you have any on you.  ❞ He adds, a bit fiendish. 

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“ Hey, hey. Not that I would completely mind an early death, I would prefer it be on my own time.  “  Blythe responds, speaking with his hands in his best effort to calm the at-edge male down. He had noticed the boy around school, and they both shared the similar class of your average outcast. He showed no judgement. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about bringing a weapon to school at times. But just his luck he never went through with it.  “ Who would I have to tell anyhow? Not like anyone would want to hear what I have to say, nor do I care enough to warn anyone.  “

|| Cupid carries a gun

open to peers of any gender

“If you tell anyone what you saw you’re dead. You hear me? You’re the first I am going to come for.“ Kip’s hands hurried to cover the gun he carried around in his gym bag with an old shirt and zipped it, the nervousness about being caught causing his hands to tremble lightly. He thought he was alone out in the parking lot after school but feeling unobserved apparantly didn’t mean that this was the case. The look he was giving the other one who appeared out of the sudden was as much of a serious threat as a silent plea to keep their mouth shut, that he could explain this. Well, at least he already thought about a good excuse.

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Dying would be the ultimate trip.

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little linears pressed the peripherals of his vision. he was hallucinating from the promise of withdrawal, perfectly enthralled with how unfamiliar the act of sobriety was to him. he was caught stumbling over himself when he spotted you in the neon-lit parking lot, with the sky darkened by night. his angelic features were illuminated by the light pouring down from littered streetlamps. and he basked in it, chin upturned like the little light there was was holy. until he noticed your footsteps, distant but present nonetheless. 

eyes still closed and head raised, he wet his velveteen lips with a knowing smile. 

“ the only people out at this hour in a place as desolate as this are madmen and criminals, junkies and whores. which one would that make you? ”

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@mordexme

“A bartender, eh?” Blythe asks, questioning the obvious. “I’ve got to imagine with a job like this you run into a lot of fucked up people.” He slurs, the words rolling off his tongue as the look of sobriety fell from his features. He was a regular bar hopper, rarely sticking with one place for a period of time, but he ought to step out of his shell sometime. It got too dark in there. And his therapist prescribed an undesirable amount of external communication.

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STARTER CALL. 

Like this and i’ll potentially write you a starter with a verse I think fit for your character.

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❝  I've seen you lurking around this joint often. Your energy is what made me curious. ❞  He admits, enthralled by the strangers questionable presence. 

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“HOWEVER foolish, I suggest we proceed covering up the crime. Turning ourselves in would be mediocre. How about we buy ourselves some fleeting time?” The teenager suggested, yielding a cancer stick between his fingers, as he eyed the other with an enigmatic expression.

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La Haine (1995) Mathieu Kassovitz

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A Short Film About Killing (1988), Krzysztof Kieślowski.

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“You will pay dearly for it.“ 

"This usually works." 

"You know what, you don’t need all this." 

"Oh, that’s very cute." 

"Perhaps you should be welcoming me." 

"Listen—listening is dangerous. Talking, more so." 

"Things aren’t looking so good for quiet existence either." 

"This is just part of the natural process of winning." 

"There it is again." 

"I’ve been receiving some odd text messages." 

"Maybe this conversation was one not meant to be." 

"Some things don’t come back." 

"This was not supposed to happen—not here." 

"But we are here and now, and this is not there and then." 

"What’s a few lives?" 

"I am pretending as hard as I can." 

"I’m not scared of them." 

"This will not be easy. I wonder if anything ever will be." 

"I’d like to think that I’m home." 

"But memories prove nothing." 

"This is not what I wanted to tell you." 

"Look past the things you think you see." 

"Life solves the problems we hope it won’t." 

"You may hear from me again." 

"That was the most worried I’ve been in some time." 

"I’m going to miss this." 

"What is next for any of us?" 

"Death, presumably. With some stuff before that." 

"The terror you feel in quiet moments is not misplaced—just mistimed." 

"It is easy to return, difficult to leave." 

"Perhaps freedom was never an option." 

"I don’t think there’s anything I can do." 

"I can see blood." 

"And what if I told you you could kill your imperfect self?" 

"The only thing more terrifying than seeing the Devil is no longer being able to see the Devil." 

"Perhaps I should be quiet." 

"They think he will live." 

"I have never been so relieved to be safe, and so disappointed to be shorted my vengeance." 

"I’m sure there is vengeance to be found. I’m sure I will find it." 

"You have always been important." 

"Our time and space will match again someday." 

"Words—no. These are just strange noises I’m making with my face." 

"Someone has to be to blame." 

"People die all the time for all different kinds of reasons. I wouldn’t worry if I were you." 

"Do you think everything will turn out alright?" 

"We all know how this—and everything else—ends." 

"Is this what it is like to die?" 

"You are imagining everything and perceiving nothing." 

"Are we living a life that is worth the harm?" 

"We could have done something." 

"We have failed ourselves." 

"Where have I seen you before?" 

"I don’t like the adjectives ‘new’ or ‘longtime'—they suggest there was a past before me." 

"Do it now." 

"But you can't—it’s very illegal." 

"There are some people who don’t understand progress, you know." 

"What an interesting way to smile." 

"We aren’t going anywhere." 

"You’re so cold." 

"I rarely feel anything at all." 

"That should not have taken this long." 

"Don’t come any nearer." 

"All is not well; most is not well." 

"I do not think they will be gone for long." 

"We must be the heroes we look for in others.”

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Like this for a starter.

Will be moderately selective.