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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.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

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"You weren't listening to me before."

She almost wants him to kiss her, when he's close like that. There's a flutter of disappointment when he finally moves away from her. She climbs to her feet, taking his shirt from him and half turning so that she can pull her shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. But not before looking him over for a second. A little bruised up, but he looks...

With a frown, she tugs his shirt on.

He looks good. If that's the sort of thing that you're into.

"Thanks. I do have other clothes, though."

She's going to wear his shirt anyway.

He turns away when the shirt comes off, or at least pretends to. Or - well, he doesn't make it obvious that he's looking, all right? It's not like it's something he hasn't seen before, after all.

A smirk tugs at his mouth when he notices her looking back at him. He's not the only one, he's sure of that.

"I don't see you wearing them."

He's looking back, and maybe some people would be bothered by that. A lot of people, related or unrelated. Gretel? It doesn't feel that unusual, that strange.

Her own lips curl into a responding smirk before she can even think about it.

"I didn't see you handing them to me, either."

He raises his eyebrows back at her. "What, I see to your wounds and now you can't fucking dress yourself? If you don't like the shirt, take it off."

Please.

"You gave me the shirt, and I'm not fucking taking it off. So go fuck yourself. You should be worried about dressing yourself, not me."

Stupid brothers, she swears.

"Hey. Bite me," is his eloquent response. The pack with his spare shirt in it is - somewhere, he's not sure where. They made the kid unpack, because why take some barely pubescent boy along for ride and not use him for menial labour? But it means he's not sure where the fuck anything except the essentials are right now, so he just shrugs. "It's warm."

"Don't act like I won't." Whether it would be enjoyable or not is a thought she really shouldn't be having. She needs to get out more, see other people, not surround herself with her brother, a teenager, and a troll. Then again, she doesn't particularly care about being around other people.

"You mean, you're lazy." She plops down into a chair, tugging the rest of her hair out of its tie and running her fingers through it. "And don't want to actually look."

Hansel holds out his hands, like he's inviting her to try. Because he totally is.

And then he frowns, despite the fact that she's running her fingers through her and - well. It's nice hair. "I'm not fucking mean." He's not disputing the other too, though. At least, not right now. They killed the witch, they have some time alone, he's definitely going to be lazy while he's got the chance. And why would he look elsewhere when she's right there?

She pauses for a moment, considering it, before waving him off. The fight, the wound, it's all kind of made her feel a little exhausted. She'll just get him later.

"But you admit you're fucking lazy, then." Gretel grins at him as she pushes her hair back away from her face, but leaves it down for the moment. "You're not mean." There's another short pause as she looks him over. "Overenthusiastic, that's what you are."

"I'm fucking lazy right now," he corrects, dropping down next to her. His knees are drawn up, arms draped over them. "And great, thanks. Now I'm a puppy."

For someone bitching about being a dog, her brother sure is acting like one. Which is partly why she drops her hand to the top of his head, brushing her fingers through his hair. "You said it, not me."

Hansel pushes her hand away. Even if the sensation is kind of nice, he's still not a fucking dog. "Gretel, shut up."

He's all eloquence, this one.

Gretel pushes her hand into his shoulder. "What the fuck did I say that I have to shut up?" But there's a smirk on her face, an air of amusement around her. It's nice when it's just the two of them together. As much as she likes the additions to their little family, just being them is easier.

And Hansel shoves her back, because siblings. "Didn't realise I needed a specific reason for that, now."

Brothers. "You don't, but I'm asking a fucking question. There's a difference here." Obviously. And she shoves back at him again, a disgruntled look on her face.

[It's definitely not the first bottle of fire whiskey that Sirius has cracked open tonight, and he wonders if it will be the last. Does he even have another bottle? Somewhere, right? He holds out the bottle, squinting at it before he pours himself and his guest another glass.] How much of this do we have left, you think?

[There's a fire in his stomach, in his throat, as he takes a long drink from his glass. He should slow down, sure, but nobody's really going to blame him for excessive drinking. At least he's not alone.] It will be a sad night if it's our last, Tonks.

[Honestly, Reyna has never particularly had the time to explore her sexuality. With Circe, it had been a non-issue, and she had been young. The things she had seen with Blackbeard also hadn't been the healthiest way to grow up.

New Rome, committing herself to this place and rising through the ranks until she became Praetor, it's all be sort of occupying. Sure, she was attracted to Jason. Who wouldn't be? He would make a good partner for her. They were both serious about their duties and keeping New Rome safe.

Still, she watches Heather closely, squinting a bit as the other girl threatens some jerk new recruit. He'll learn quickly, of course, but Heather... Well, Heather's never been a typical Roman.

Maybe it's the whole being a daughter of Venus aspect.] You think threatening to paddle him was the right course of action?

[Sometimes, time seems to fly past him and at other times, it inches by so slowly, he feels himself going insane. Feels twitchier than normal. He can feel it in the way his fingers curl into fists and the tightness of his chest. He definitely feels it when Annabeth isn't in his sights at all, when she's stepped out of the room or when she's with someone else.

It's worse at night for Percy, though, when the nightmares of Tartarus stick with him. It's like an extra skin clinging to him.

Today is a little different, though. Today time seems normal, stable. He sits at the edge of the beach, ignoring the wet sand clinging to him and instead enjoying the way the tide comes up and washes over his feet, comforting and natural.

Percy glances over at Annabeth with a smile, silently taking her hand in his, the one he refused to let go.] We should just buy a house on the beach.

[ Who didn't want a piece of Jason? Heather could stare at his ass all day if Reyna wasn't so moony over him. A blue-haired boy from home frequently occupied her thoughts, but as a child of love, literally, she would never turn down any potential dating opportunities.

Most days she flopped between longing for the lax, sometimes chaotic atmosphere of her childhood home and demanding respect from those who underestimated her capabilities. And, okay, calling her Gladiator Barbie was pretty funny if it wasn't for the leer on that probatio's face. And maybe she wanted to put on a little show since Reyna is right there. It's in her nature to want to please others, even a little bit. ]

Well, uh, I don't think he'll try to pull that on me ever again, Praetor.

[ The storm in her eyes is always on the verge of turning into a hurricane, mirroring the jumbled thoughts she's yet to compartmentalize for her own sake. They both could very well return to their respective homes away from camp, but she clings to the familiarity of it all, the comforts of her cabin, the orange shirt on her back.

It's only at night that she lets Percy out of her sight, and it never sits well with her, holding his hand until the last minute because all she wants to do is fall asleep in his arms like they did once before.

When they lace fingers together, she finally exhales. ]

Snug Harbor?

[Reyna crosses her arms over her chest, but there's nothing particularly intimidating about her stance at the moment. She seems rather relaxed. Or, well, as relaxed as Reyna can manage to be (which isn't really a lot, to be honest).

There's even the smallest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.] What did the probatio say to you?

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