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TheSquareRoot
Gunslinger
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2019
- Location
- Mid-World
Hey there, this is a heavily WIP request thread, so all you'll find here will be pretty bare bone for some time. Still, I'm just too impatient to get back into roleplaying so please, jump in that very early access RP repository. After you!
[ short introduction where I say boring stuff about me you don't need to know ]
What can you expect from me...
I'll put this out here before everything else: I'm a slow writer. You can't say I didn't warn you! I simply can't pump out 1000 words replies in an hour as I have seen some here do. I like to take my time writing, finding the right word, revamping a paragraph... I won't pretend I am a brilliant writer, but you can be sure of one thing: I will put effort into every single reply. I just hate sending something I'm only half happy with. Fortunately, as many of you, I'm mostly at home these days, so I get to write more than usual. All in all, you can expect an average pace of 2 multi-paragraphs (so between 500 and 1200 words if you're the kind that wants numbers) replies per week. If that sounds good to you, let's have a look at some roleplay suggestions!
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ROLEPLAY IDEAS
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These are just suggestions for now. I'm more than open to talk about your own ideas. I will put a craving list together soon enough. And these suggestions are just guidelines to get us thinking and brainstorming. I'd be happy to adapt them to match your likings. In the end, it's a mutual effort to come up with something we're both ready to commit to long-term.
If you've read this far, thanks a lot for your attention and I hope to hear from you soon.
Stay tuned for more!
[ short introduction where I say boring stuff about me you don't need to know ]
What can you expect from me...
I'll put this out here before everything else: I'm a slow writer. You can't say I didn't warn you! I simply can't pump out 1000 words replies in an hour as I have seen some here do. I like to take my time writing, finding the right word, revamping a paragraph... I won't pretend I am a brilliant writer, but you can be sure of one thing: I will put effort into every single reply. I just hate sending something I'm only half happy with. Fortunately, as many of you, I'm mostly at home these days, so I get to write more than usual. All in all, you can expect an average pace of 2 multi-paragraphs (so between 500 and 1200 words if you're the kind that wants numbers) replies per week. If that sounds good to you, let's have a look at some roleplay suggestions!
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ROLEPLAY IDEAS
“… with temperatures well below 0°, this might be our first winter storm of the year. For those still listening to us, we wish you all a safe way home and a good night.”
The radio broadcast ended, static took over. Lou reached across the counter to turn the radio off. Midnight was yet to pass, but the bar was almost empty already. Even Mr McGee, the owner, left an hour ago. Nothing prevented Lou from closing down and heading back home. The two men sitting in the back would understand. They were regulars and never made a fuss.
Now that the radio was quiet, nothing distracted her from the sound of the wind. Outside, white plumes rushed and whirled between the tall buildings, ghostly colossus standing in the dark, their giant heads lost beyond a vault of mist. The few still braving the elements did with bowed heads and narrow eyes; tiny figures hurrying towards their destination between the pillars of a vast and unseen hall. No, there really was no point lingering here. Lou dropped the towel next to the sink and cleared her throat, getting ready to let the other men know she was about to close for tonight. That’s when the front door opened.
Cold air rushed in, snowflakes riding the whistling gust; a tall man walked in. With one gloved hand he held a packed suitcase, with the other he hastily closed the door behind him. A small amount of snow had piled up on his shoulders and hat, which he brushed off while looking around the room, his eyes finally pausing on Lou. He was, by all means, handsome, she thought, but most likely trouble. What kind of man walked into a bar in the middle of a blizzard with nothing more than a suitcase, a chapped smile, and a worn coat? He expected to be gauged, more or less openly, so he nodded politely at the men in the back and turned back towards Lou. “Good evening, do you still serve food or is that too late?” he asked, dropping his case by the counter and grabbing a stool. The man had a name, of course, and it was Samuel. A day ago, Samuel was still sitting on the dock of the bay in Baltimore, looking a little at the ships roll in, but mostly over his shoulder. There he hopped on the Greyhound that brought him far, far up North, and dropped him in the windy streets of Chicago. “Know somewhere I could find a bed for the night? I don’t feel like roaming the street with that weather.” he enquired, pulling his gloves off and rubbing his cold hands together. This would not be his most pleasant winter, but at least he would not be found easily.
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If you've read Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King, the title of that scene should ring a bell. If you're familiar with The Dark Tower saga, oh my god why are you still here and not in my pms? Otherwise, I believe this scene needs some context. It's a bit of a love letter to the late 50s, early 60s atmosphere of S. King's novels, with a more romantic and melancholic twist. I do not want to say too much about Samuel's backstory, as I would prefer to reveal through roleplaying, but here are the basics... Samuel is, of course, a gifted man. Saying he can read minds would be boring and simplistic... No, he has an acute sense of people's thoughts, of their nature, as a connection to the fabric of the world, which can translate in mind reading. However, this is no superhero story, the heart of the story isn't this man's power, but the people who are after it. Strange folks roaming around. Sometimes they take months to find him, sometimes they're much quicker. But they always do. They are... Low Men in Yellow Coats. That's how you spot them, with their vibrant and eerily out of place clothes. This RP tells the story of how Samuel and Lou met, and how she got caught up in a year-long chase across the country.
The radio broadcast ended, static took over. Lou reached across the counter to turn the radio off. Midnight was yet to pass, but the bar was almost empty already. Even Mr McGee, the owner, left an hour ago. Nothing prevented Lou from closing down and heading back home. The two men sitting in the back would understand. They were regulars and never made a fuss.
Now that the radio was quiet, nothing distracted her from the sound of the wind. Outside, white plumes rushed and whirled between the tall buildings, ghostly colossus standing in the dark, their giant heads lost beyond a vault of mist. The few still braving the elements did with bowed heads and narrow eyes; tiny figures hurrying towards their destination between the pillars of a vast and unseen hall. No, there really was no point lingering here. Lou dropped the towel next to the sink and cleared her throat, getting ready to let the other men know she was about to close for tonight. That’s when the front door opened.
Cold air rushed in, snowflakes riding the whistling gust; a tall man walked in. With one gloved hand he held a packed suitcase, with the other he hastily closed the door behind him. A small amount of snow had piled up on his shoulders and hat, which he brushed off while looking around the room, his eyes finally pausing on Lou. He was, by all means, handsome, she thought, but most likely trouble. What kind of man walked into a bar in the middle of a blizzard with nothing more than a suitcase, a chapped smile, and a worn coat? He expected to be gauged, more or less openly, so he nodded politely at the men in the back and turned back towards Lou. “Good evening, do you still serve food or is that too late?” he asked, dropping his case by the counter and grabbing a stool. The man had a name, of course, and it was Samuel. A day ago, Samuel was still sitting on the dock of the bay in Baltimore, looking a little at the ships roll in, but mostly over his shoulder. There he hopped on the Greyhound that brought him far, far up North, and dropped him in the windy streets of Chicago. “Know somewhere I could find a bed for the night? I don’t feel like roaming the street with that weather.” he enquired, pulling his gloves off and rubbing his cold hands together. This would not be his most pleasant winter, but at least he would not be found easily.
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If you've read Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King, the title of that scene should ring a bell. If you're familiar with The Dark Tower saga, oh my god why are you still here and not in my pms? Otherwise, I believe this scene needs some context. It's a bit of a love letter to the late 50s, early 60s atmosphere of S. King's novels, with a more romantic and melancholic twist. I do not want to say too much about Samuel's backstory, as I would prefer to reveal through roleplaying, but here are the basics... Samuel is, of course, a gifted man. Saying he can read minds would be boring and simplistic... No, he has an acute sense of people's thoughts, of their nature, as a connection to the fabric of the world, which can translate in mind reading. However, this is no superhero story, the heart of the story isn't this man's power, but the people who are after it. Strange folks roaming around. Sometimes they take months to find him, sometimes they're much quicker. But they always do. They are... Low Men in Yellow Coats. That's how you spot them, with their vibrant and eerily out of place clothes. This RP tells the story of how Samuel and Lou met, and how she got caught up in a year-long chase across the country.
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These are just suggestions for now. I'm more than open to talk about your own ideas. I will put a craving list together soon enough. And these suggestions are just guidelines to get us thinking and brainstorming. I'd be happy to adapt them to match your likings. In the end, it's a mutual effort to come up with something we're both ready to commit to long-term.
If you've read this far, thanks a lot for your attention and I hope to hear from you soon.
Stay tuned for more!
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