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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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It's not stalking if you're already set to be partners with the guy, right? It's still technically illegal, overriding the Shatterdome's security systems so she could read his file, but that's the kind of shit they expected from Jim Kirk anyway.

The point is: totally not stalking. Satisfied that she's not a creeper, Jim satisfies herself some more by making sure she knows everything there is to know about Raleigh Becket before they toss her in a ring with him and a couple of sticks.

Academy records show nothing spectacular except his Drift capability. Jim isn't sure if that makes her miss Spock the technically perfect genius more, or less. Four kills in just over two years with Gipsy Danger, not bad even if the name is stupid as hell. Dead brother - everyone knows about that, and all things considered, Jim has decided that poking at dead family members in order to get yourself into a Jaeger is probably a tactic that only works once.

Assumed solo control of Gipsy Danger. That's it, the confirmation that she wants. Rumours about Raleigh Becket have been flying around for years, of course, but just that morning Jim had heard a rumour that she and Spock had been having a torrid love affair until she cheated on him with a medical officer, so she isn't exactly in the business of taking things on faith. Rumours are useful when you can make them work for you. Information gathering? Not so much.

"You bastard," she mutters, copying the files onto an old-school thumb drive. She's not exactly jealous - she knows the science, the incredible amounts of physical and neural strain that shit can put on a person. But - okay, maybe she's a little jealous. More than that, though, she's curious. Luckily for Jim (and the rest of the Shatterdome, a restless Jim is a nosy Jim), her alarm goes off right at that moment, signifying her first opportunity to sate some of that curiosity.

"Time to go hit on a pretty boy," she announces to her empty room, shutting the laptop down. It doesn't take her long to get to the training room; she walks in like she owns the place, dropping a wink at a younger trainee she's pretty sure she banged a month ago. Someone tosses her a stick, and she snatches it out of mid-air, the weapon comfortable in her grasp.

Blue eyes scan the room restlessly, looking for her new Mr. Spock. Bingo. Also, damn boy. She smiles, trying not to let it drift into a smirk as she holds out her hand to shake. "I was kind of expecting you to be taller. Jim - Jamie Kirk."

There's part of Raleigh that's excited about this. Not so much about having someone else in his head - once was enough, and he's never been able to get rid of Yancy. So really, who ever he drifts with next will have to contend with his brother's mind as well.

The next person has to be able to handle that.

He's glancing over the candidates they've lined up for him. A bunch of rookies that nervously shuffle around him. He's gone through five of them at this point, put them all on the ground before that could barely make a shuffle towards him. No, none of them are going to work. They can't even follow his movements. They'll never be able to handle the drift. Not with him, at least.

He's drinking deeply from his water bottle, taking a break, when the woman saunters in as if she owns the place. Raleigh's heard of her, vaguely. Figures they'd put them together to see if they're compatible at the very least. A grin tugs at his lips as he takes her hand, squeezes when he shakes it.

"Raleigh Becket. You're curvier than I expected."

Jim is not a common name for a woman.

Nope, there goes the smirk. Oh well, at least she tried. Her hand shake is as firm as his, but not testing. His isn't either, which is one headache out of the way. Jim still isn't sure what it is about powerful women that make some mean feel the need to try and squeeze their fingers off.

"Yeah, I've really let myself go," she says dryly, stepping back again. Once upon a time she would have been the one trying to break his fingers off, giving him that 'yeah I'm a chick, wanna make something of it?' glare. But while she definitely still has something to prove, it's not the same thing it was back then. She knows what she can handle, and Mr Disregard For Authority definitely comes under that umbrella.

"Ready to show these kids a thing or two?" Some of these kids are, technically speaking, older than her. The price of being a prodigy.

It's a good looking smirk. It suits her, Raleigh thinks. Good handshake, too. Firm. Not limp, like some people.

His gaze flickers over her for a moment, less drinking in and more evaluating. He shrugs with a slight grin. "I don't know. If you have, I can't really tell where." It's like flirting, but not really.

"I was born ready for that." It's said with an air of cockiness without really the tone behind it. Raleigh knows what he's capable of, after all, and so do most of these recruits now that they've seen him in action.

She raises her eyebrows a little, both at the comment and the way his eyes flick over her. "Maybe if you get lucky, you can get up close and personal and find out." The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them, but she doesn't really regret it. Clearly, she's just talking about him getting past her guard.

Jim lets her hand drop and saunters away to exactly regulation starting distance. Her weapon comes up, and a certain calm settles over her with it. The smirk drops away; she's focussed, serious. "You're luck I don't have a problem with hitting girls, Becket."

Almost serious. He is very pretty.

His eyebrows raise, and there's still that amused quirk to his mouth. She's pretty, but that isn't what he's really here for. It's suggestive, regardless of what she's referring to. If nothing else, she'll be a fun challenge if they end up not being compatible. "That's a whole other kind of dance, Kirk."

She moves, and he mirrors her. He tosses his water bottle to the side and lifts his weapon. "There are no boys and girls here, just pilots."

It's not really what she's here for, either. She enjoys the shit-talking, though, whether it can be seen as flirting or otherwise. For a moment, she's hit with a wave of nostalgia for Spock and his deadpan delivery. She still carries him around in her head, obviously, but it's not quite the same. "Man, I am so not getting into metaphors with you, here."

She rolls her neck, cracking it as he lifts his weapon. "Come on, let's do this." And she doesn't bother waiting for a response, stepping back in and sweeping her stick towards him from a high angle. She's sure there's a technical name for these things, but fucked if she knows what it is.

Raleigh lifts his own weapon in a block, pushing power behind it when she hits down so that he's more on the offensive than defensive. He's not here to test her; he's testing them. The way they move together, around each other. The effects of their attacks against each other.

The smirk drops from his lips pretty quickly, replaced by a more intense look. This is serious. Jim Kirk is serious. Which is good. None of these other potentials were too serious for him.

He takes a step back, swinging his stick in an arc toward her side.

He pushes back with his defence; it's aggressive, and she likes it already.

There's something different about the way he moves, though, even as she blocks his return strike. Like he's not trying to beat her, but figure her out. Her skin prickles, a little uncomfortable. Maybe that's the whole point of the exercise, but Jim would prefer to think that you can't learn everything there is to know about her from hitting her with a stick.

She's supposed to have moved beyond that.

Jim steps in closer, pushing him harder, mostly just to see what he'll do to respond. She prefers close-quarters combat; if the stick exists as an extension of herself, it's because she likes throwing her everything into a fight.

Raleigh doesn't prefer close-quarters, but he can work with it. Fighting is like breathing, even if it's been years. Even if he's slightly out of shape. She's pushing harder than the others have, his breathing kicked up a notch, his pulse beginning to race.

She likes being personal as soon as she can. That's the first thing he realizes about Jim. It doesn't matter what she's doing. But that's an easy thing to read immediately.

Both hands on his weapon, he gives a powerful shove, wood smacking against wood as he hopes to throw her away from him.

For someone who's been out of the field for five years, he's in good shape. She's in better shape, of course, but it's still only recently that the excess booze and laziness have taken a back seat in the face of her new responsibilities. They are, it turns out, pretty evenly matched.

She likes getting up in other people's personal space - literally and figuratively - as soon as possible. Likes to throw them off balance as soon as she can. She's less revealing about herself, but fuck, that's what the drift is for. This part is the fight, purely physical; it's like sex, and Jim has always excelled in both fields.

He shoves at her, and she grins. Most people would defend against that, but Jim is a risk taker. She absorbs the blow and rolls with it, taking the point that comes with it in the hopes that she can gain one in return by doing the unexpected, her weapon coming at him from below this time.

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