I remember when I lost my mind
dhfskjlk they really kind of. Fail. Hard. But I need to get the ~*~creative juices~*~ flowing again somehow.
【❶】go to this random word generator: here. generate ten (10) words.
【❷】for each word, write 1-5 sentences featuring one of your roleplay characters.
【❸】post what you write.
►Locking
angryvoice (Previously @Discedo)
Keeping secrets is what he does, tied up in chains and protected with knives. Sure, they have an idea, but no one knows like he does. They haven't had to see the Chief, battered and bloody with a cigarette hanging limp between his fingers (like so many others after a night with a great hooker) while Takayama drives him to the hospital for the umpteenth time this month.
He doesn't believe in fate or karma, but he's sure he must've done something wrong for his life to have headed this way.
►Unchangeable
f_ckmesideways (Previously @Discedo)
It was hard to tell if maybe the cure wasn't good enough, or maybe some habits were just far to ingrained to ever really leave. It was a voice he could always hear on quiet nights, telling him just how easy some people would be to pick off. It wasn't a problem, he had neither the desire nor the thirst, but there was always that worry that one day, one day something would get a little too close.
He was a much better killer than anyone ever needed to know.
►Fortnightly
intrigmakare (Previously @Luceti)
It wasn't often he got to see her.
Growing up, they'd become... estranged. It wasn't a problem, they'd hardly been close to begin with, but she was pleasant company. Unlike him, not that it mattered so much anymore. He gave his food a rather disinterested sneer and looked back to her with a smile that was somewhat genuine alongside being deeply mocking, "evening, Mother."
It was probably the nicest expression he could manage, however, so she'd accept it with a similar look of her own.
►Reorganized
Sanzeinga (Previously @discedo)
After so long travelling together, there were few ways to get under eachother's skin anymore. The three of them had gotten used enough to eachother's quirks and knew especially well when it was time to back off and keep some distance. Of course, the three of them were also the epitome of, 'where there's a will, there's a way.'
"...Maxi, did you move my candles?"
Oh, this would be entertaining for an hour or two.
►Baseless
Reno (EVERYWHERE. idk it's not an in-game piece, so...)
A lot of things were said about a man like Reno, and rarely did he make any effort to dispell the rumours. Took insults and compliments alike with a sardonic chuckle and smooth inclination of the head to indicate that, yes, he had heard them and no, he didn't care. Not much could happen for him to lose his confident swagger, even now as he moved from an indescript bar to an even more indescript house in some slum, keeping a few steps behind the person he'd left with. Fingers coiled around the handle of his EMR - tucked neatly up his sleeve - as he hit the 'send' button on a fresh text, just as he entred the building.
"If I get the info in less than an hour, you owe me a day off."
►Sense
lightningreborn (@discedo)
He turned a blind eye to many things, lips firmly shut and ears focused somewhere else. It never concerened him, it's none of your business, just turn around and keep doing what you're doing and what's wrong with you, Jack, you--
Sanity was relative, after all. Relative to what, exactly, wasn't a question he wanted to answer.
►Monogamous jkdsfklf lmfao how could I not?
nomakothx (@discedo)
It's always there in the back of his mind. Even in the most thoughtless of moments, between raspy breaths and the almost burning feeling of skin against skin.
This was going to be ruined spectacularly, somehow, and end up as nothing more than another reason on the list of why he doesn't "do relationships."
And then crept back that so very, very rare feeling of helplessness - uselessness, and all he can do is brush it off like always; mask it with another joke or a kiss. Who'd ever know, right?
►Libertine
over9000shades (... dear_mun, mostly>)
Decadence was just as much a part of the uniform as the jacket, by now. He thought idly to when he started this job, when the word 'Turk' implied something other than glorified hitmen (amongst other things). Not that the accusation was so unfounded, he frowned harshly as he cleaned the blood off his gloves with the movements of someone who'd done so far too many times, thinking. Sighing, he looked to his partner (who had, by now, usurped his usual place behind the wheel,) and gave a slightly forced chuckle.
"Know a good bar on the upper plate," he answered the unasked question smoothly as he strolled around to the passenger's side.
►Dander
So_fucking_zen (Previously @discedo)
Pacing, always pacing, ever since they'd arrived. Boots clattering angrily on the hard floor of the warehouse they'd taken up living in for now.
This was everything he'd strove for, wasn't it? But the slow, purposeful clack-clack-clack of his heels against the concrete told him otherwise; Not good enough, this isn't how it's supposed to-
You're useless, and so are your apologies.
►Disassociation
tomoyoshida (Previously @discedo)
Fingers worn from having to do so many procedures, washing her hands under boiling water to keep them clean in the absence of rubber gloves. It was...
Tedious.
She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be worried, have to ask someone to take over because she wasn't sure she could cope. More often than not she was tired, fed up. Small pleasures were few and far between and... maybe it made her selfish, but she wanted to take full advantage of that for as long as she could.
"...Hawkeye?"
【❶】go to this random word generator: here. generate ten (10) words.
【❷】for each word, write 1-5 sentences featuring one of your roleplay characters.
【❸】post what you write.
►Locking
angryvoice (Previously @Discedo)
Keeping secrets is what he does, tied up in chains and protected with knives. Sure, they have an idea, but no one knows like he does. They haven't had to see the Chief, battered and bloody with a cigarette hanging limp between his fingers (like so many others after a night with a great hooker) while Takayama drives him to the hospital for the umpteenth time this month.
He doesn't believe in fate or karma, but he's sure he must've done something wrong for his life to have headed this way.
►Unchangeable
f_ckmesideways (Previously @Discedo)
It was hard to tell if maybe the cure wasn't good enough, or maybe some habits were just far to ingrained to ever really leave. It was a voice he could always hear on quiet nights, telling him just how easy some people would be to pick off. It wasn't a problem, he had neither the desire nor the thirst, but there was always that worry that one day, one day something would get a little too close.
He was a much better killer than anyone ever needed to know.
►Fortnightly
intrigmakare (Previously @Luceti)
It wasn't often he got to see her.
Growing up, they'd become... estranged. It wasn't a problem, they'd hardly been close to begin with, but she was pleasant company. Unlike him, not that it mattered so much anymore. He gave his food a rather disinterested sneer and looked back to her with a smile that was somewhat genuine alongside being deeply mocking, "evening, Mother."
It was probably the nicest expression he could manage, however, so she'd accept it with a similar look of her own.
►Reorganized
Sanzeinga (Previously @discedo)
After so long travelling together, there were few ways to get under eachother's skin anymore. The three of them had gotten used enough to eachother's quirks and knew especially well when it was time to back off and keep some distance. Of course, the three of them were also the epitome of, 'where there's a will, there's a way.'
"...Maxi, did you move my candles?"
Oh, this would be entertaining for an hour or two.
►Baseless
Reno (EVERYWHERE. idk it's not an in-game piece, so...)
A lot of things were said about a man like Reno, and rarely did he make any effort to dispell the rumours. Took insults and compliments alike with a sardonic chuckle and smooth inclination of the head to indicate that, yes, he had heard them and no, he didn't care. Not much could happen for him to lose his confident swagger, even now as he moved from an indescript bar to an even more indescript house in some slum, keeping a few steps behind the person he'd left with. Fingers coiled around the handle of his EMR - tucked neatly up his sleeve - as he hit the 'send' button on a fresh text, just as he entred the building.
"If I get the info in less than an hour, you owe me a day off."
►Sense
lightningreborn (@discedo)
He turned a blind eye to many things, lips firmly shut and ears focused somewhere else. It never concerened him, it's none of your business, just turn around and keep doing what you're doing and what's wrong with you, Jack, you--
Sanity was relative, after all. Relative to what, exactly, wasn't a question he wanted to answer.
►Monogamous jkdsfklf lmfao how could I not?
nomakothx (@discedo)
It's always there in the back of his mind. Even in the most thoughtless of moments, between raspy breaths and the almost burning feeling of skin against skin.
This was going to be ruined spectacularly, somehow, and end up as nothing more than another reason on the list of why he doesn't "do relationships."
And then crept back that so very, very rare feeling of helplessness - uselessness, and all he can do is brush it off like always; mask it with another joke or a kiss. Who'd ever know, right?
►Libertine
over9000shades (... dear_mun, mostly>)
Decadence was just as much a part of the uniform as the jacket, by now. He thought idly to when he started this job, when the word 'Turk' implied something other than glorified hitmen (amongst other things). Not that the accusation was so unfounded, he frowned harshly as he cleaned the blood off his gloves with the movements of someone who'd done so far too many times, thinking. Sighing, he looked to his partner (who had, by now, usurped his usual place behind the wheel,) and gave a slightly forced chuckle.
"Know a good bar on the upper plate," he answered the unasked question smoothly as he strolled around to the passenger's side.
►Dander
So_fucking_zen (Previously @discedo)
Pacing, always pacing, ever since they'd arrived. Boots clattering angrily on the hard floor of the warehouse they'd taken up living in for now.
This was everything he'd strove for, wasn't it? But the slow, purposeful clack-clack-clack of his heels against the concrete told him otherwise; Not good enough, this isn't how it's supposed to-
You're useless, and so are your apologies.
►Disassociation
tomoyoshida (Previously @discedo)
Fingers worn from having to do so many procedures, washing her hands under boiling water to keep them clean in the absence of rubber gloves. It was...
Tedious.
She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be worried, have to ask someone to take over because she wasn't sure she could cope. More often than not she was tired, fed up. Small pleasures were few and far between and... maybe it made her selfish, but she wanted to take full advantage of that for as long as she could.
"...Hawkeye?"