We already had an rp going, actually! (I played a werewolf who worked in a pet shop? c:) Sorry about disappearing like I did without warning, like I said, personal drama. :c
We could carry on with that one, or another if you'd like! I'll try my best to keep you updated if I have to leave...
I've been inactive for a few months due to personal *~drama~* so I don't have many roleplays going. umu
I don't have any plots in mind though!
I'm not particularly good at regular everyday/slice of life kinda roleplays as they're pretty boring to me, but fantasy/horror kinda genres are...
All of these sound great! I'd really love to roleplay Mortal Instruments but I don't know if I'd be that great considering I'm only half way through the first book ;;
If not, opposites attract and mixes of angels/demons/humans sound good too c:
Arryn crouched down on the floor as Hans came bounding up to her, still a puppy but absolutely huge. She rubbed his neck and kissed his forehead, before standing and heading to the bathroom. She desperately needed a shower.
"You need pillows, a blanket?" She offered while she was walking...
"Alrighty. I'm Arryn." She rummaged through her pockets for her key while they waited for the elevator, refraining from tapping her foot impatiently. The building was ancient, but it was the cheapest she could find that would let her keep her dog. And hell, at least she didn't live with her...
"We can cut through here." Arryn muttered as he turned to go a different direction. She led him through another alley until they approached a ratty looking apartment complex. Home sweet home. No matter how beat up it was, she just couldn't wait for a shower, eat something and to go to bed. Today...
Arryn tugged her hand out of his grasp, shooting him a glance.
"Not unless they've been spying on me. I don't need you holding my hand." She sped up, glancing over her shoulder again.
If she'd have had time to grab her keys, they'd be there and back by now.
Once they were outside, Arryn let out a slow, shuddering breath. Christ, she was horrible at running. She clutched at a stitch in her side and struggled to catch her breath. She'd not had to fire her gun, luckily. As much as she hated Niall, killing him just seemed hypocritical. But then, maybe...
Died, huh? That's a new one. An alarm went off. God damn it. "Okay, whatever your name is, we need to go now. No time to get my stuff, we need to run, they've got tranquilizers and I've got a pistol."
He was looking shaky. And pale, but that was probably normal, but he didn't look alright...
Arryn checked her watch again. "Eleven fifteen. Pm." She hesitated. "They're not the only ones with guns. You go one way, I go the other. I can handle myself, will you be alright?
She'd have to get to her stuff first. She'd changed into her scrubs when she'd arrived, her clothes and her car...
"What does it look like, I'm getting myself fired." She muttered as she undid the last strap, stepping back when she'd finished, checking behind her, out the windows, into the corridor. "You gotta go, quickly. They've got guns here. Big guns."
Probably wasn't too safe for Arryn, either. This...
(I got it don't worry! 'v' it just added to your otherr post)
God damn it. God. Damn. It.
Arryn shut herself in the womens bathroom, sitting with her back against the door, head in her hands. She needed a new job, this one was really taking it's toll on her. She couldn't just go on acting...
"Okay, 049, my shift is over." Arryn told him after a moment or two of silence. He was sarcastic and smug, but then again, she hadn't really expected him to be all smiles, considering his position. Empty blood bag in hand, she headed to the door, twisting her head over her shoulder before she...
"I didn't plan anything. If I wasn't here, you'd probably be long dead and they'd autopsy you for their info, I'm in charge of the subjects' health, along with one or two other doctors." Because he needed to know that, Arryn. Good job. Idiot.
She checked her watch again while she waited for...
"I'll get what I can, and call off the dental team for now." She muttered, leaving the room and paging Niall and one of the 'dentists', heading off to pick up the blood bags herself. Arryn grabbed what she could and hurried back to 049's room. 049. Probably best if she didn't know his name, or...
Christ. Arryn grimaced and paused at the door, chewing her lower lip absently. Niall wouldn't help. Hell, he'd try to make it worse to aid his experiments. Uh. She turned and looked around the room, thinking. Unstrapping him so he could drink from a cup wouldn't work, he'd get loose. She figured...