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[ashehole]

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

Comments

[manoeuvres]

"If you go around blaming the people you know for everything in your life, it's no wonder you've lost your friends," she remarks dryly, ducking under some flailing arm.

And then Liam is grabbing her and there's a flash of outrage where she nearly hits him, but - well. It's Liam. And he does have a point. There's no harm in a tactical retreat.

Still, the second they're outside, she wrests her arm from him. "Men</i," she mutters, at the same time as him.

[erro]

"Different circumstances, Sophia. I lost them physically, not as friends."

He lets her arm go pretty easy once she starts jerking it away from him. An ice princess, untouchable. That's probably what attracted that loser in there, too.

"On the bright side, we got free drinks."

[manoeuvres]

"Of course, my mistake." He lets go of her almost immediately, but he still gets an unimpressed look for his troubles. He's lucky, really; as the scene inside had just proven, it could have been a fist instead.

A slight frown crosses her expression at that, though. "We did not. I'll come back tomorrow with the money." A beat. "By myself. With your luck, he'll assume we're trying to rob the place."

[erro]

He could have handled her fist. It would have sucked for their relationship, but he could have handled her fist if she tried to attack him.

"Why? We just got free booze. I'd say that was worth both the creep hitting on you and the ensuing fight." He pauses before grinning at her. "It's because I'm black, isn't it?"

[manoeuvres]

"Neither of which was the bartender's fault," she points out. For all that she'd glared at the man, even Sophia could admit that he couldn't really be blamed for anything that had happened.

She does hit him then, smacking his upper arm. She'd wondered if that played into it at first, honestly, but after being around him long enough she's concluded that Liam honestly just attracts trouble, whether he means to or not. "That would be too easy."

[erro]

She's right, of course. The bar isn't at fault, or its workers. Just assholes, being assholes, bothering people on a good night out. He sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets.

There's a hiss from him at the hit. "Hey, that stung." It wouldn't be the first time something happened because of his race. He doesn't have to be in America for racism to still be a thing, but he snorts at her words. "And what, I can't have it easy?"

[manoeuvres]

"Good." There's absolutely no remorse to her tone. Despite - or maybe because - of the debacle inside, she's feeling relatively pleased with herself. Although some of that might be the alcohol starting to take effect. "And judging by approximately every interaction I've seen you have, no you can't. it's actually rather impressive, when you think about it. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were doing it deliberately."

[erro]

"Not even close to being deliberate." It's not like he likes being stuck here, attempting to find a way back to Ithaca, back to Penny who's waiting for him. Her rubs a hand over his face, the pleasant buzz that started with the alcohol and the fight wearing off.

"Let's get out of here before they decide to follow us out."

[manoeuvres]

She watches him rub his hand over his face curiously, wondering what he's thinking. She has to admit, she's never really had as much interest in another person as she has with Liam.

"All right." She nods her head left and starts to walk that way, indicating that he should follow. "There's a cafe down this way. It should be a little less exciteable."

[erro]

And follow he does, because she's kind of his ride. And his couch to crash on. He shoves his hands into his pockets, making a face behind her back.

"Cafes don't tend to have alcohol, do they?" Getting jittery on coffee is not exactly the same thing.

[manoeuvres]

She just sounds amused, not looking back to see what he's doing. He'll follow. "This is Europe. Of course the cafes have alcohol."

[erro]

"I love Europe," he mutters, but there's a moment where a sharp pang hits him. He misses home, misses the familiar.

[manoeuvres]

She hears the shift in his voice, and does stop. Just for a moment, enough time for him to catch up to her side. "The advantage is that our alcohol is much stronger than what you Americans call liquor." That's her being comforting.

[erro]

Well, that's different. They walk side by side now, his hands still shoved into his pockets. "Have you ever had American liquor? I wouldn't exactly judge until you did." He appreciates it.

[manoeuvres]

She raises an eyebrow at him. "When did I ever make a statement I couldn't back up fact?" Or intimidate people into accepting her point of view. Winning is more important, sometimes.

[erro]

"I can't go around checking Wikipedia every time you say you have a fact, Sophia." But he grins at her. For the most, she's pretty right. It's annoying.