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Seven
Moon
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2010
Roleplay setting
•It would be mostly modern-day roleplay, though the exact year or date would be undefined.
••It would be set on the outskirts of Las Vegas, elaborated in the Roleplay Storyline.
Roleplay Storyline
PROLOGUE
•After his band's big break in Vegas, a gig-worn metal guitarist named Jim "Seven" Rend would decide to go on a relaxing drive on the outskirts of town to catch a breath of fresh air before the autograph signing and afterparty. With what would seem to be an exausting night, Jim decides that it's best he goes alone in solitude and drive undisturbed. As he heads out to a dark and somewhat foggy road, switching to first gear and driving slowly, he would vacantly stare at the horizon, relaxing, at his nirvana. Before an ear-drilling low pitched sound would pull him out of his dreaming state as he now finds it harder to gain traction on his vehicle. Turning the wheel in panic to regain control over his car, another sound would be heard, this time fully awake, he wouldn't mistake that sound for the world. It was a gunshot. However, time wasn't on his side to go back to his memories at boot camp, as a razor pain would sweep trough his cheeks and glass would spill in front of him, the window to his left emmiting a crash and a swift speeding bullet would sweep just inches from his face, crashing out trough the other window. With the flat tire, cut wounds to the face, and a bleeding forehead pouring sanguine colors into his left eye, he would find it impossible to navigate his vehicle, so the last thing he resorts to is looking at his assaulter. It would be too dark and misty to distinguish the figure, but it was male and on a motorcycle. Before being allowed another moment to react, a third mind-drilling sound would echo trough the formerly quiet desert road. It was surprising to him how loud and dreaded a gunshot sounds when fired at you. Admiring the last seconds of his life, he would feel an unimaginable pain trough his left shoulder. Unmistakeably that would be a large caliber bullet, since his hearing would be so atuned before the moments of his undeserved perdition, that he heard it tearing trough the leather seat all the way to the back of the car. As his vision would begin to dimmen, he had given up on any form of resistance to his inevitable(sp) fate. Completely forgetting that he was in a mobile vehicle, a tree would get in the way between him and the side of the road, putting the movement of hte car to a halt. The crash would force him to bump his head in the streering wheel hard, albeit the airbag that had only milliseconds ago sprouted open. The last thing he would see before the dark, would be his assassin riding off into the moonrise.
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He would be awaken by footsteps and a car horn. The clacking of high heels would be unmistakeable for him, as a reknown womanizer. At this time he would have completely discarded the option that he was alive, and considered sounds of high heels meaning heaven. His ears would be ringing, before he could finally distinguish a female voice and feel a slight discomfort in his lower extremities. When he finally had the power to open his eyes, he would find himself lying on the back seat of a car, firmly tucked in a sleeping bag. He would again pass out moments after.
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After the sweet opium of unconsciousness comes the pain of realization. And most of that pain in his case was physical. As he would awake on the couch in a somewhat classy yet not rich apartment. He would remember the entire happening. Adrenaline rushing trough his veins, he would find the force to push himself up long enough to look for the window. So much for the question of why his savior didn't take him to a hospital. He had driven trough here and the nearest hospital would be miles away. Then came the familiar high heels again. He would have the urge to speak, but decided it was for the best if he were to play unconscious.
Details of RP partner.
•While I am not picky and new to this community as a whole, I would require someone literate (at least somewhat) and who can carry out a good RP session. I'm sure the majority of the people here meet that expectation, so I'll be more detailed.
-Female
-Must apply to the storyline.
-The character's personality would be all up to the player, I have no strict preference about that.
Methods of carrying out said Roleplay
•I'd like thread-based RP, though messenger-RP is fine by me, though thread-based usually leaves me with more time to concentrate and make my roleplay detailed yet concise.
If you would wish to participate, please leave a post stating so in this thread. The actual Roleplay starts immediately after the prologue.
•It would be mostly modern-day roleplay, though the exact year or date would be undefined.
••It would be set on the outskirts of Las Vegas, elaborated in the Roleplay Storyline.
Roleplay Storyline
PROLOGUE
•After his band's big break in Vegas, a gig-worn metal guitarist named Jim "Seven" Rend would decide to go on a relaxing drive on the outskirts of town to catch a breath of fresh air before the autograph signing and afterparty. With what would seem to be an exausting night, Jim decides that it's best he goes alone in solitude and drive undisturbed. As he heads out to a dark and somewhat foggy road, switching to first gear and driving slowly, he would vacantly stare at the horizon, relaxing, at his nirvana. Before an ear-drilling low pitched sound would pull him out of his dreaming state as he now finds it harder to gain traction on his vehicle. Turning the wheel in panic to regain control over his car, another sound would be heard, this time fully awake, he wouldn't mistake that sound for the world. It was a gunshot. However, time wasn't on his side to go back to his memories at boot camp, as a razor pain would sweep trough his cheeks and glass would spill in front of him, the window to his left emmiting a crash and a swift speeding bullet would sweep just inches from his face, crashing out trough the other window. With the flat tire, cut wounds to the face, and a bleeding forehead pouring sanguine colors into his left eye, he would find it impossible to navigate his vehicle, so the last thing he resorts to is looking at his assaulter. It would be too dark and misty to distinguish the figure, but it was male and on a motorcycle. Before being allowed another moment to react, a third mind-drilling sound would echo trough the formerly quiet desert road. It was surprising to him how loud and dreaded a gunshot sounds when fired at you. Admiring the last seconds of his life, he would feel an unimaginable pain trough his left shoulder. Unmistakeably that would be a large caliber bullet, since his hearing would be so atuned before the moments of his undeserved perdition, that he heard it tearing trough the leather seat all the way to the back of the car. As his vision would begin to dimmen, he had given up on any form of resistance to his inevitable(sp) fate. Completely forgetting that he was in a mobile vehicle, a tree would get in the way between him and the side of the road, putting the movement of hte car to a halt. The crash would force him to bump his head in the streering wheel hard, albeit the airbag that had only milliseconds ago sprouted open. The last thing he would see before the dark, would be his assassin riding off into the moonrise.
-------
He would be awaken by footsteps and a car horn. The clacking of high heels would be unmistakeable for him, as a reknown womanizer. At this time he would have completely discarded the option that he was alive, and considered sounds of high heels meaning heaven. His ears would be ringing, before he could finally distinguish a female voice and feel a slight discomfort in his lower extremities. When he finally had the power to open his eyes, he would find himself lying on the back seat of a car, firmly tucked in a sleeping bag. He would again pass out moments after.
-------
After the sweet opium of unconsciousness comes the pain of realization. And most of that pain in his case was physical. As he would awake on the couch in a somewhat classy yet not rich apartment. He would remember the entire happening. Adrenaline rushing trough his veins, he would find the force to push himself up long enough to look for the window. So much for the question of why his savior didn't take him to a hospital. He had driven trough here and the nearest hospital would be miles away. Then came the familiar high heels again. He would have the urge to speak, but decided it was for the best if he were to play unconscious.
Details of RP partner.
•While I am not picky and new to this community as a whole, I would require someone literate (at least somewhat) and who can carry out a good RP session. I'm sure the majority of the people here meet that expectation, so I'll be more detailed.
-Female
-Must apply to the storyline.
-The character's personality would be all up to the player, I have no strict preference about that.
Methods of carrying out said Roleplay
•I'd like thread-based RP, though messenger-RP is fine by me, though thread-based usually leaves me with more time to concentrate and make my roleplay detailed yet concise.
If you would wish to participate, please leave a post stating so in this thread. The actual Roleplay starts immediately after the prologue.