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Open RP Post

⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

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[Don't mind him, he's just taking a stroll through whatever city this happens to be, looking for an easy mark. Seeing Shelby up ahead, he makes his choice, slipping through the crowd to get closer. When he's near enough, he makes a grab for her coin purse (or whatever the equivalent of that would be). Hope you don't miss that money, Shelby.]

[By force of habit, and also because her and the good princess are generally broke as it is, Shelby rarely carries her money in one place. Besides, if a thief is going to go for it, then they'll go for it. Better her than someone who can't handle themselves.

She's quick, reaching out the second his hand is even close to her body, taking hold of his arm and flipping him onto the ground.] You have two seconds to tell me who you are before I gut you.

[That flip doesn't go quite as planned, him rolling to escape landing on his back and ending up crouched on his feet, back turned to her. He looks over his shoulder and shrugs, smile on his face despite the seriousness of this situation. Okay, so that mark wasn't as easy as he thought.]

Just a guy trying to make an honest living. [A thoughtful pause on his part, then:] Okay, maybe not quite so honest, but a living nevertheless.

[She almost looks a little disappointed that he rolls out of it unscathed. Look, traveling with Garrett is hard, okay. He gets all grossed out when she kills people.

Her eyebrow arches.] Make a living elsewhere. There are plenty of others with fatter purses around here.

[He is a roller, not a fighter. Well, no, he's a lot of things, fighter included, but he'd rather not fight with you, okay. He just wants something to eat.

Standing on up to brush off his knees, hands up in a casual, placating manner.] No need to get hostile, lady. Your purse is yours, I swear. [Not exactly leaving, though.]

I'm not hostile. [There's a ghost of a smile across her pale face before she looks him over again. Why isn't he leaving? Go make your living, thief.

But Shelby doesn't say any of that because, well. It's his right to do as he wishes.] Anything else?

Right, I'm sure you just threaten the boys you like. [Hands behind his head, totally looking her over as well. Look, if you do it, he's allowed to, too. It's a rule.]

Nope, not at all! [Still... not leaving. In fact, he's grinning right at her.]

[But she doesn't like any boys. That would mean having some sort of feelings. Garrett doesn't really count. In any case, she's looking him over for any weaknesses, committing him to memory.

You know. Just in case.] I threaten anyone who is a threat to me. [She shrugs.]

Very well then. [Okay, maybe he's. Simple. In the head. Like Garrett! Well she already has one dumb prince, she doesn't need another.] Careful who you attempt to steal from again.

So you know how to murder shit, right. [It wasn't a question so much as a statement, not really here or there and extremely casual given the situation they were in. Personally Chris was pretty sick of zombies, before his world had stopped being a world and started to be more like a circus act and rollercoaster's malformed lovechild zombies had been all the rage. Shows, games, old literature- it was pretty beaten to death.

Frankly he was disappointed that out of all the things Abax could send them it was zombies. Talk about uninspired.

Of course like a hundred people had died already and all that jazz, but Chris hadn't and Shelby hadn't so he wasn't feeling particularly worried or stressed about the situation. They had a pretty good little nest on the second floor of the museum, good sniping ground. He was pretty sure prince faggot was running around somewhere safe and sound, probably finding weapons or stocking up on tampons, it wasn't Chris's business.

He wasn't really a fighter anyway, Alice always did the real fighting. Chris was usually the supply procurer, or something else along the sneakier lines. Now that he was starting to figure out this time magic bullshit maybe he could be more helpful, but mostly he was just lazing around, watching the masses of zombies just out the window and throwing them bits of jerky just to watch the spectacle.]

Do you think zombies can eat other zombies? [Chris Foster, asking the important questions so you don't have to.]

That's what I was trained for. [Shelby's never seen the undead before. Generally, when a body died, it stopped moving. These things are unnatural to her, and she's already learned pretty quickly that the normal methods of killing a person don't exactly work with these zombies.

She watches the zombies rip at each other to get the dried meat that Chris continues to toss at them. They're like wild animals, she assesses. Wild animals that can only be put down with severe trauma to their brains in some fashion. That had hands and an unnatural strength to do things with them.

A shudder runs through her, almost uncharacteristic. She's seen so many horrors, but nothing like this.]

It seems that they need living flesh to sustain themselves, and they haven't tried to attack each other yet.

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partyin' partyin' yeah

Shelby Rook | Original (Pretentious Land)

feel free to like stab him or otherwise murder his ass idk

LOL this will be interesting

:D

:3

/O/

shipping it already tbh, sigh

they certainly assist each other

such bootyful punnery

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