Fandom Death in Buenos Aires/Muerte en Buenos Aires

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If you are here because you recognize the subject as the title of the awesome 2014 gay movie, then you are in the right place.

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I'm looking for a partner to roleplay as either of the two main gays, Inspector Chavez and Officer Gomez. I'm willing to do either.

Important Stuff:
- I might be really slow at posting. I have a demanding/exhausting job/life. But RP is my forever boyfriend!

- I'm 28

- I would like to see a sample rp post from you. Since I have very little time to rp, I want to rp with people that have a compatible writing style and bring me FULFILLMENT. Of course my goal is to bring you the most fulfillment ever, and I do really throw myself and my passion and etc into my rps. I think anyone I'd like to rp with would be willing to provide me a sample of their writing and I hope you understand if I feel we are incompatible.

-We will discuss plot stuff, but I do have some ideas! In fact I love coming up with plot twists and drama, etc. We can either start the rp within the movie while Gomez is hanging around with Kevin (yessss yummy jealousy) or we can start it right at the end. I have a couple ideas for how to 'fix' that end, but I won't go into specifics because I don't want to spoil anyone who might be reading this (go watch the movie if you haven't! It's on Netflix!)

Here's my sample rp post, pretty much randomly selected, so it might not make much sense but it's a look at how I write:

Before he was awake, Nick was bloated with the awareness that he was still sleeping. It was a heavy, vociferous sleep, the kind that clung with black tentacles, and he had to fight to wrench himself out of it. His eyes slid open rough, dragged down by what felt like drug-induced delirium. He kept still for a long while, watching shades of blue form into something tangible.

It was a ceiling, laid over with frigid blue shadows. He was in a tiny room, door closed, windows making up the rest of the wall next to it, a dimly-lit hallway beyond them. It was so quiet; he turned his head, followed the wires protruding out from under the blanket over him, and saw a monitor next to the bed, giving electronic read-outs of his heart rate and whatever else. An IV was hooked into his wrist.

Nick sighed, closing his eyes again, and ran his tongue around his odd-tasting mouth. Like chalk. His body hurt with random twinges of pain on top of a relentless aching. Oh fuck, the Commissioner had really messed him up. He had messed him up in all the worst ways, the kinds of ways that kept Nick afraid of crossing him.

But he had crossed him anyway, and he could thank [name redacted] for that. The criminal's face easily filled his mind, his hand in his hair, his aggressive kisses, the eyes he gave him. Nick should never have let himself fall into this disaster with [name redacted]. When had he stopped being afraid to feel something like that, the way [name redacted] made him feel? When had he become such a foolish ass?