Kassandra Rose
Elder Member
Currently looking for someone to write a detailed and literate roleplay with me.
I'm looking for the pairing of FBI agent x FBI agent. Particular, I am craving something along the lines of MINDHUNTER or MANHUNT as detailed below.
These two agents will be dealing with solving crimes, mostly graphic homicides and eventually even a serial killer or two. I'd love to perhaps venture around the ZODIAC (detail also below).
For your evaluation of an average post expectation, I will attach a writing sample which maybe messy (crafted between 10-20 minutes) but my bare minimum. I willing You to write novella posts for this.
Pairings:
FBI agent x FBI agent
Other possible characters:
FBI supervisor
Criminals
Typical police detectives
Murderers
Suspects
Victims
If you asked her friends to describe Doctor Harrington in three words, they'd say "organised, neat, and flawless". This would be in no way a reference to her appearance, although that was often very clean too, but more how she handled her day to day life. Each morning, she'd wake at 5 A.M and go to her daily yoga lesson. She'd make the same, old comment to her instructor - 'you know what I always say, Ronnie, what's good for the mind is good for the body' - and talk to the same people. When she arrived home, almost robotically, she'd shower with her lavender scented soap, with her hair kept dry by her little pink shower cap, and slip into her shirt and snug little skirt that fit just right.
Quite often, she'd pour a bowl of Alpen or some kind of oats, and sit before her antique looking television to watch the news. Now that she no longer lived of the B.O.D (bank of dads), luxuries like their old 80" plasma were like whispers of another life. Her tiny psychiatrist's wage couldn't even afford to dream of such a thing. Sure, her home was humble, but it was always well-kept and had a loving vibe. People often commented, as they stepped through the door, about how welcoming the quaint little apartment was, and that was enough for Louise.
On this morning, as she silently cruchened upon her strawberry yoghurt covered oats, her eyes were glued to the television. It wasn't often that there was something of interest in the news. True and interesting crimes were a rarity, treasure in the abyss of the world. Usually, she'd keep the news on in the background, just in case, and keep her head buried in the newest book that she'd picked up from the city library, but today she seemed to have won the lotto of interest. A mass murderer, who'd killed all people in what appeared to be a robbery gone wrong, had been captured and taken to the Aslyum.
Louise highered the old artefact as loud as it could go. Her eyes not once removed from the dim little light of the screen. Thoughts of the crime stuck with her, as she drove her little red Vauxhall to work. Indeed, she was so distracted that she would nearly stop at green lights and go at reds. Throughout her life, she'd helped, or attempted to help, many of the criminally insane. Some of them were a lot easier to understand than others. Yet, the young woman couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea of a criminal that killed his own followers. Most men craved power and money, what did 'Bill', as they named him, have to gain from this?
"Everything okay, Doc?" Tendai Stevens, the guard at the gate, pressed, as her vehicle approached. "You look a little queasy this morning, not yourself".
"All fine," the woman replied to the darker man, pressing her lips comfortably together. "I'm just lost in thought. You know how I am". She lowered her window even more, beckoning him to come closer. "Say, we haven't had any newbies come this morning, right?"
"You on about that robbery kid?" The man nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, they delivered him fine and dandy this morning. I watched them take him out, all sedated and whatnot, was on the night shift, y'see?"
"I do," she leant back into her seat. Putting both hands upon the wheel once more, she faced ahead. "Well, make sure you get plenty of rest when you get in". Her voice was warm and inviting. The fellow only nodded and smiled in response, pressing the little red button to open the gate. "Thanks, Stevens. I appreciate your help".
Quite often, she'd pour a bowl of Alpen or some kind of oats, and sit before her antique looking television to watch the news. Now that she no longer lived of the B.O.D (bank of dads), luxuries like their old 80" plasma were like whispers of another life. Her tiny psychiatrist's wage couldn't even afford to dream of such a thing. Sure, her home was humble, but it was always well-kept and had a loving vibe. People often commented, as they stepped through the door, about how welcoming the quaint little apartment was, and that was enough for Louise.
On this morning, as she silently cruchened upon her strawberry yoghurt covered oats, her eyes were glued to the television. It wasn't often that there was something of interest in the news. True and interesting crimes were a rarity, treasure in the abyss of the world. Usually, she'd keep the news on in the background, just in case, and keep her head buried in the newest book that she'd picked up from the city library, but today she seemed to have won the lotto of interest. A mass murderer, who'd killed all people in what appeared to be a robbery gone wrong, had been captured and taken to the Aslyum.
Louise highered the old artefact as loud as it could go. Her eyes not once removed from the dim little light of the screen. Thoughts of the crime stuck with her, as she drove her little red Vauxhall to work. Indeed, she was so distracted that she would nearly stop at green lights and go at reds. Throughout her life, she'd helped, or attempted to help, many of the criminally insane. Some of them were a lot easier to understand than others. Yet, the young woman couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea of a criminal that killed his own followers. Most men craved power and money, what did 'Bill', as they named him, have to gain from this?
"Everything okay, Doc?" Tendai Stevens, the guard at the gate, pressed, as her vehicle approached. "You look a little queasy this morning, not yourself".
"All fine," the woman replied to the darker man, pressing her lips comfortably together. "I'm just lost in thought. You know how I am". She lowered her window even more, beckoning him to come closer. "Say, we haven't had any newbies come this morning, right?"
"You on about that robbery kid?" The man nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, they delivered him fine and dandy this morning. I watched them take him out, all sedated and whatnot, was on the night shift, y'see?"
"I do," she leant back into her seat. Putting both hands upon the wheel once more, she faced ahead. "Well, make sure you get plenty of rest when you get in". Her voice was warm and inviting. The fellow only nodded and smiled in response, pressing the little red button to open the gate. "Thanks, Stevens. I appreciate your help".
This is quite particular. So, I'm not expecting a colossal amount of interest. I'm not in any way claiming to be the next novelist of the century. However, I'm looking for someone who can really write, or has a passion for writing. I really, really get bored from undetailed response.
Next, I don't do quick romance. If it's included, which I do like, it's got to be slow burning. Give me plot, people, development and action! I'm growing so, so tired of fluff.
I'm looking for a writing partner - and hey, perhaps a good friend - who would be willing to do either of these two cravings.
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A:
Muse A and B are archenemies. Muse A is the Joker to Muse B's Batman, the red skull to B's Captain America, and the Trump to twentieth century earth. They're essentially a nortorious villain. Give me a rich and detailed character. I'm essentially looking to write as Muse B, whom is an apprentice at the police station in a crime ridden city.
When Muse B moves back to _________, she is determined to solve the case of who murdered her parents. She thinks that this is Muse A, and her fascination builds with this character. They meet a few times through work. Muse A is often the criminal mouse to the law of the cat. Eventually, Muse A gets sick of being persecuted by Muse B. Like, there's so many other criminals, why me? This could lead to major conflict or possible kidnapping.
It can be decided whether or not Muse A actually murdered B's parents between us.
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B:
Muse A and B are essentially like the Joker and Harley Quinn, or they could even be the Joker and Harley Quinn.
Muse A was placed in an Asylum and Muse B was his psychiatrist. They're insane. They're crazy. They're inseparable.
Next, I don't do quick romance. If it's included, which I do like, it's got to be slow burning. Give me plot, people, development and action! I'm growing so, so tired of fluff.
I'm looking for a writing partner - and hey, perhaps a good friend - who would be willing to do either of these two cravings.
***
A:
Muse A and B are archenemies. Muse A is the Joker to Muse B's Batman, the red skull to B's Captain America, and the Trump to twentieth century earth. They're essentially a nortorious villain. Give me a rich and detailed character. I'm essentially looking to write as Muse B, whom is an apprentice at the police station in a crime ridden city.
When Muse B moves back to _________, she is determined to solve the case of who murdered her parents. She thinks that this is Muse A, and her fascination builds with this character. They meet a few times through work. Muse A is often the criminal mouse to the law of the cat. Eventually, Muse A gets sick of being persecuted by Muse B. Like, there's so many other criminals, why me? This could lead to major conflict or possible kidnapping.
It can be decided whether or not Muse A actually murdered B's parents between us.
***
B:
Muse A and B are essentially like the Joker and Harley Quinn, or they could even be the Joker and Harley Quinn.
Muse A was placed in an Asylum and Muse B was his psychiatrist. They're insane. They're crazy. They're inseparable.
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