Jimmy ran towards a wall, then changed direction, then looked around, searching his surroundings for a clue on what to do. He was upset, and frantic, and had no idea what to do. He tried to focus, he had to focus. Jimmy thought of happy memories, but all of them were of his mother, and were...
WIP
"Nihilism is a luxury for people with nothing to lose."
Alias: Friendly.
Mask: A black gas mask.
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Attire: A gray collared shirt, a black pinstriped vest and suit pants, and a darker gray wool scarf...
"Well, I... um, I didn't assume you knew how it worked. I guess I'm wondering how you actually did it? I mean, maybe you don't know that either, but-- yeah. You know," Jimmy replied.
Jimmy had been frozen for most of the conversation, only nodding once-- when he decided that yes, he did want to go to the door with the red-painted man. On one hand, he continued to think it was better for him to be as disinvolved as possible... but at the same time, he realized that he would...
Jimmy heard faraway footsteps, and turned around. He saw Cora, but at that distance, wasn't sure what to make of her (still being on edge from the mention of a knife-toting maniac). She didn't look like that, or like a "ravenous foe" of any kind, but when Cora teleported to them, Jimmy took...
Jimmy was certain he'd never be able to solve the puzzle, but wanted to at least aid someone more capable. He made a conscious attempt to calm himself, breathing in deeply and adjusting his glasses. No one here was going to hurt him, he thought, and his instinct to follow the man with the red...
I've seen all the X-Men movies, and I have an OC in that universe. I'd also be up for doing modern/normal roleplay. I'm a transman, and I'm currently only comfortable playing male characters.
Jimmy's eyes widened, and he gasped. Then he turned his gaze to the ground, trying to hide his awe. Jimmy imagined that maybe this was his adventure, his chance for heroics. But he crushed that thought. His life was in danger, and he couldn't save anyone if he could barely save himself. He...
Jimmy looked at Macy and grimaced.
"Crazy... knife man? Wait, can we die in here? We should start walking!" he said. He was starting to feel uneasy about the other dreamers-- the man had a hostile attitude, and Jimmy wasn't sure whether he wanted to leave the others, or just go along with what...
Jimmy looked around, taking his hands out of his pockets and leaning heavily on a nearby wall. He shivered at the touch of the cold metal on his side, and buried his face in his hands.
"I'm wearing what I wore," he mutters, "when mom and I... when we..." He starts crying, and repeatedly tries...
Jimmy's hands were shaking, and he crammed them in his pockets.
"Everyone is, um, coming from the same place you did. Th-the doors, I mean. You don't know where we are either, right? Does anyone know?!" He jumped when Macy was pushed down, moving backwards reflexively. He stared at her...
Jimmy looked up at the sky, down at the ground, and felt dizzy from all of the gorgeous swirling colors. He saw the people around him moving forward, surging, and he was pushed to the ground. His face smashed into the neon turf, and he stumbled and half-crawled until he finally righted himself...
Name: James "Jimmy" Coberley.
Age: 15.
Place of residence: Currently lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He moved there to live with his aunt, and is originally from Detroit, Michigan.
Physical description: Jimmy is short, skinny, and pallid-- both in the dream world and in real life. He has...