Fallon shook her head as he did a small curtsy, letting a smirk creep up on her lips. “You are one peculiar man, Milo Thatch.” The man rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling with slight nervousness dripping from it.
“Well, uhm, at least I made you smile in some type of form, right?” “
“There’s no denying that.“
Milo chuckled again as he let his hand drop from his side, glancing around the apartment filled with moving boxes, and then the mattress that was on the ground before he stared at the boxes again. Fallon couldn’t help but observe him without a traveler’s bag overflowing with bundles of papers underneath his arm, taking in his little quirks each time he made a move. There was something about him that sparked her curiosity. Maybe it was the passion put into his work, or what he did in general. It also could have been how he tried to make some sort of silly attempt to make a joke, or when he was a ham at times.
Either way, Fallon knew there was something there that could be discovered even more about Milo than what was above the surface. They had talked about their lives, and where their passions for their careers came from within a span of time. However, they hadn’t had the time to just speak to each other like normal people would, especially with their career choices. It felt like it had been too long since they had really spoken to each other, considering how long they had really known each other.
But time didn’t matter; all that did was how they chose to spend it. So Fallon shook her head, scrunching her nose at the box that was by her foot. Then she pushed it to the side, gliding herself over to the kitchen to the cooler that rested against the wall where the new fridge was supposed to be. She crouched down to open the top, snatching two bud light lime bottles with both hands. Afterwards, Fallon closed the cooler with her finger tips, turning on her heel to get into the living room, and to where Milo was, handing him the cool beer in her hands.
“Would you like one? It’s my way of saying thanks for helping me move into my new place.” Milo stared at the bottle in mild surprise before taking the woman’s generosity, and nodded at her as he opened the bottle. “Thank you.” Fallon bounced her eyebrows up once, along with lifting her own bottle up at him as she leaned against the window sill to take a sip of the golden liquid. “It’s no problem.” The two then stood there in silence, taking sips of their beer; and by the time they were done, the two were moving boxes around while making good conversation. After about an hour, Milo lifted up his tan colored jacket off the floor, and slipped it over his shoulders, stretching out his fingers as he turned the knob on the door.
But before he completely stepped outside, Fallon rushed over to him and tried to grip lightly at his shoulder. “Again, thank you for helping me move in when nobody else could. It would have been torturous without any sort of help, otherwise! ” Milo warmly smiled at her, nodding as he tried to find the the right words. “It was, uh, not a problem! If you need my help again, you know you can always give me a call, Fallon.”
“I think I’ll have to take you up on that, Milo.”
“Okay, good! Well, I’ll see you later then..okay?”
“I’ll see you later. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye…or au revoir.”
“Au revoir sounds good to me..now, au revoir.”
Milo waved as he shut the door, making sure it didn’t bang against the frame too loudly. This left Fallon to a room full of boxes, bottled beer, canned foods, and a blanket-less mattress to sit on.
At least it was better than having nothing at all.
I don’t wanna be another wave in the ocean
I am a rock, not just another grain of sand.
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an upcoming steampunk sci-fi dystopia roleplay!
The world stood in awe as half of the floating city within the clouds had went crashing down into the ocean, watching hopelessly as they saw buildings crumble while bodies flew down to their watery grave. Some claimed they saw a bright light in the sky before the city flew while others boasted other stories and threw them into the wind. Eventually, the survivors swan to shore, along with its major, who was bent on rebuilding the city while wanting to search for answer. So a group of scientists gathered together to start working on it, hoping to find something to tell the public with ease.
Three years later, a new city had been built and reborn again, along with new citizens roaming around its grounds. Even the scientists have figured out what had happened up in the skies, saying it was a rip between two worlds coming together; an event that wasn’t supposed to happen. Of course, they haven’t said a word about it just yet, not wanting to cause a panic amongst people living on the ground and up in the sky. So they’ve created little white lies for now, mostly because they want to find a concrete solution before any more destruction falls upon their world.
Of course, as they’re trying to find the answer, an unusual string of events have begin to be pulled out of everybody’s head one by one. The ‘dead’ have risen from the graves, and the ‘monsters’ have been creating a bump within the night. Only time will tell when the smoke screen will be uncovered, and when everything will be going back to normal again.
Brainstorming for this rpg idea will be on here temporarily. A blog for it will come soon!
I’ve know this for a while now (longer than I’m probably saying at this point), but I’ve become a “roleplaying snob”. What I mean when I say that is that my standards have become kind of high in what I like to see whenever I’m looking for a place to join. Like if the graphics are well done, if everybody can write at a good length (not too short, but not extremely long…although, I write extremely long half to most of the time, so I shouldn’t be talking), a plot that can catch my eye,ect ect. That’s why I’m apart of the roleplays that I’m in now. They’ve caught my attention, which is a good thing!
I feel kind of bad for being so snobbish, though. At the same time, I know what I like in a roleplay when I see one. I’ve been doing this for 10 years now, so it comes with the territory in sense.
I don’t know.
A Bioshock Infinite , Looper, and Fringe based rpg (possible a little bit of Sherlock Holmes). It’d start sometime in the 1890 or 1940’s. One of the two. But it’d be totally awesome! I would be having it lean towards more on the science side of things (like time travel, all of the weird stuff that happens in Fringe, ect). I just have to figure out how I want to do it, and have a bit of help at the same time.
a brand new supernatural roleplay
we’ve just opened and welcome everyone to the madness!
This describes me and my desire to create more characters right now.