Jean's RPwhoring thread.

[Jean]

I uhm. I always feel really awkward doing this kind of thing.

I really really like grammar in my RPs. I understand if you typo. I do it too. But at least run it through spell check and have a decent grasp of grammar, please.
Don't make my brain bleed. It's not nice.

Things I don't do:
Shota. Just no. Children are not sexually attractive, thank you and good night.
Anything with bodily waste. That should be obvious.
Ukes that may as well be innocent virgin uke angel neko demon vampires that are the last one of an ancient rape of geishas. It makes me want to stab myself in the brain.
Otherwise... just ask.

I like:
Horror/survival games.
Original characters.
Gore, but this is not a must have, because I understand a lot of people are squicked by it.
Scifi. Alternate universes. Game universes. If I know it, I'm up for it.
Realistic characters! (Within the alternate universe, if applicable.)

I have a couple of plots, but I'm completely open to your ideas. I will never do oneliners, and appreciate my partner being able to go over a couple paragraphs. (But if I love you, a couple is fine too.)

Plots/rambling/...yeah. They'll be in other posts. And RP samples, but I'll put them in tiny text so they don't clutter the page.

[Jean]

Plots:
I'd love, love, LOVE to do a group RP in the theme of a survival horror. That's not really a plot, but still. Just putting it out there. Or just a one-on-one! I don't care, I want it so bad.

Westerns:
Plot example:
During a shoot-out in a western saloon, the sheriff - someone that noone really liked - get fatally wounded, but not before shots are fired left and right at a gang of bandits. In the crossfire, the saloon's pianist is hit square in the arm. With his livelihood gone and a lack of other skills that he knows about, he demands help from the bandits.

FF12 Fandom:
Plot example:
Refugees flock to Mt Bur-Omisace like moths to a flame. Pilgrims are dreadfully rare, and welcomed openly by those who have been there for a long time. When a sky pirate makes a pit stop, he doesn't count on being bought to take someone along. When they get knocked out of the air a few days of travelling later by a residual blast from the Leviathan, they're stranded in the Ogir-Yensa sandsea. No one ever said being a sky pirate was boring.

[alessandra]

I just wanna say, I love your title. But sadly at the moment I am on RP hiatus for school....

[Jean]

School is more important. =p

EITHER WAY!
Plots I made a starter post for and never got a reply for:
Shoplifted My Heart:
It wasn't exactly a job for a man like him. Gregory Baines hadn't come all the way over here to dress up as a mall cop. He could have stayed in Australia and done that, too. His uniform was a neutral shade of blue, but it still somehow managed to clash with his sunbleached hair and tan skin. Most of the day he wandered tacky lingerie shops and cheap outlet stores trying to find someone to screw over.

He wasn't especially sadistic, though he did enjoy a good gore movie and a night of cop dramas with a good few fags in his ashtray. It just broke up the boring, dull drone of shoppers with kids pushing carts around filled with junk that no sane human being would need. Sure, his bedroom had some unnecessary stuff, like a plush monkey wearing a sweater, but there was a story behind it.

A sigh left him as he entered another shop, spotting a mildly suspicious young man. Usually they didn't do anything, but were just the nervous type that thought it made them look like they were stealing if they didn't buy anything. Stealing had been their teenage hobby back home, though, and he had a pretty good eye for possible shop lifters. Pretending to watch the checkout counter, he slid past the perfumes at an idle pace, striving to look casual. He hadn't been spotted, if he was right. A conveniently placed candy dispenser that reached high above most of the shelves hid his uniform, even though he could still peer over it. He'd eaten his veggies like a good boy - until he'd hit puberty - and grow to a steady six foot tall, exactly.

His potential shoplifter was pretty cute, too. Maybe if they'd been elsewhere, and he wasn't hoping to arrest someone today. Technically he couldn't arrest anyone, but people were so uninformed, they just ate up whatever he said. The power was a little bit of a thrill to him, but it would be pathetic to admit. He'd stick with a just doing my job, instead. With keen eyes, he watched everyone's hands subtly. Hopefully, hopefully this would be the one.

Your Service Didn't Include This:
Kade.
Twentyeight.
Attorney-at-law to the moderately rich and brainless, mentor for work experience interns, and learning-through-work students.

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Kade Patch didn't have very much going for him, if the general opinion of most people that had met him. He liked tropical fish too much, and had way too much furniture that liked to pretend dust was a perfectly good thing to attract. Besides that, his office was too big, and he tended to spy on the interns sleeping with their bosses in the Chanel office on the 53rd floor, directly across from him on the other side of the road. In the past few months, he'd taken to the idea that their chief designer was fully aware he was watching, and got his interns to do the most ridiculous things. It was like a kind of weird, multi-building male bonding.

But as an attorney-at-law, he wasn't home very much during office hours, and wasn't about to clean when he was at home. So he'd taken a few hours off from spelling dirty messages in the Pinball highscores to look for a cheap cleaner between telling clients that yes, their pre-nupt could include the dog, and no, her breast implants didn't belong to him if they got divorced. Sometimes he wondered why rich men even got married at all, if it were him he'd have to upset his fish and drown her in the tank.

After a while of browsing advertisement on Craiglist, he'd stopped getting distracted by ridiculous adverts - really, who would want to buy something like that? - and found a cleaner. College students, cheap and easy. He'd check his silverware first, though. Not that it was necessary, he had cameras all over the place. Some would see it as an invasion of privacy, he just saw it as taking precautions. That, and quality control.

Currently he was sitting at home, lovingly setting the lid back on his fishtank. That wasn't cleaning, it was taking care of his hobby. It took care, and though he wasn't immediately weary of everyone that set foot in his house, his fishtank was massive, and he didn't exactly trust a cleaner to know the how, and why of doing it properly. As long as his furniture stayed dust free, his bathroom and kitchen stayed fresh, and none of his valuables went missing, he'd be perfectly willing to set a reasonable salary.

For a moment he considered rolling back down his sleeves after drying off his hands on the towel he'd been using, but decided against it. They'd be all wrinkled, and was that any way to greet a guest? Wrinkled and unkempt? He thought not. Fixing the rolled up sleeves, he smoothed out the table cloth he'd knocked askew, sent a smile to his favourite fish, and went to set out a glass. Good host, right?

Good Thing My Aim Is Terrible:
(I've been told this is 'awkward', so... overlook it if need be.)
There were bullets everywhere. It wasn't a very smart first observation, but it was accurate, at least. Gabe Griffin, rookie extraordinaire, had a 9mm Smith and Wesson in his hands, and was narrowly avoiding getting a bullet lodged deeply in his cranium. His second observation was little more helpful, given that it was of a rather large old house. The perfect hiding place, if he could manage to get up a staircase, or in a room, without them seeing him go on.

Taking off at a dash, he emptied the remaining three bullets out of his gun, and hopefully into one of his assailants. They'd pretended to buy drugs, asked for a private delivery in the middle of nowhere. It had obviously been a trap, but given that he was expendable, he'd been sent out. It was just a good thing that he'd practiced reloading his gun while he was moving. It wasn't too hard, once you knew how. With a click, he'd reloaded and turned, eying them. Too fast for him to hit one, though he'd never admit that he wasn't a very good shot in the first place.

The door wasn't locked, luckily for him. If it had been, he'd have put his foot through the door as he booted it open in what he hoped was an appropriate fashion. It was pretty big, but not as rundown as you'd expect from something so deep in these woods. His shoes slipped on the floor, sending him sideways. Going with it, he changed his path to sprint left, seeing a shape move in his peripheral vision. Shooting before thinking, he heard a distinctly metal clang. Stopping and checking was for people that didn't value their lives, though.

Cursing under his breath, he aiming vaguely to his right and shot, hoping to distract them into going the wrong way. Up a small flight of stairs, he legged it into the first room he found, catching himself on the couch with a hurried glance around. A bit dusty, a bit unruffled. The couch looked like it wasn't very far from the wall, and he wasn't as slender as a lot of men his age that worked out, but he was fairly confident he'd fit behind. He didn't really have a choice if he valued his life. Turning sideways he stretched out, shimmying behind it as quickly as he could while gasping for breath.

Now it was time to play the waiting game, and hopefully he would win. Tucking his feet in and checking to make sure he couldn't be seen from the doorway, he considered spontaneously becoming religious and praying for his continued survival.

After all, he had to apologize to the poor bastard whose house he'd just shot up.

[Mudy]

Loved Gregory, really. Sadly I never did boards RPs and my english is not the best but that's what google's for right... I try to give my best on grammar mistakes.

If you want to give a shot just.... poke xD i'm a rping whore too and I'm willing to give my best at writting long paragraphs! :3

[neko]

I really love your writing style, and although I'm more of a fast-interaction writer and not so much of a long-paragraph writer concerning rps, maybe we could manage. You'll find more info about me in my thread searching fo an rp partner, if you're interested ^^