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sadboy
I've been feeling nostalgic lately, remembering how my friend had introduced me to Dir en Grey by inserting them into what was my first RP. A few years ago I was lucky enough to get to RP them again, and since then I just can't seem to get enough. I know the likelihood of any remaining fans seeing the searchlight I'm putting out here, but it's worth a shot!
About me
Male | 23 | CST | Works full-time | Google Docs or PM preferably | Posts usually every 1-2 days depending on length (I'll let you know if it will take longer)
Things I'd like to have in the RP
OCs (can be side-characters or play more integral role, but no new band members)
Light-hearted goofiness
Shipping (whatever feels natural)
Plot ideas
-Cross-America Roadtrip/Tour where the gang goofs around, gets lost, causes trouble, and discover X-File level weirdness
-Mid-Life Crisis! Everyone has different ideas on the radically new direction they think the band should go in. The band breaks up and the 5 compete as soloists in the respective genres. Along the way the realize they didn't need to break up in order to change things up. (This can both be serious or goofy.)
-Body swap! Freaky Friday style, the gang has a massive argument over who has the hardest role in the band, which results in them waking up in each other's bodies. That would already be bad enough, except they were in the middle of a world-wide tour promoting their upcoming album. How are they going to convince their crew and fans that nothing is awry?
Here's a excerpt from a past RP in which Die and Shinya caused mayhem in Wal-Mart
Feel free to respond following up my writing sample above, or shoot me any ideas you may have!
About me
Male | 23 | CST | Works full-time | Google Docs or PM preferably | Posts usually every 1-2 days depending on length (I'll let you know if it will take longer)
Things I'd like to have in the RP
OCs (can be side-characters or play more integral role, but no new band members)
Light-hearted goofiness
Shipping (whatever feels natural)
Plot ideas
-Cross-America Roadtrip/Tour where the gang goofs around, gets lost, causes trouble, and discover X-File level weirdness
-Mid-Life Crisis! Everyone has different ideas on the radically new direction they think the band should go in. The band breaks up and the 5 compete as soloists in the respective genres. Along the way the realize they didn't need to break up in order to change things up. (This can both be serious or goofy.)
-Body swap! Freaky Friday style, the gang has a massive argument over who has the hardest role in the band, which results in them waking up in each other's bodies. That would already be bad enough, except they were in the middle of a world-wide tour promoting their upcoming album. How are they going to convince their crew and fans that nothing is awry?
Here's a excerpt from a past RP in which Die and Shinya caused mayhem in Wal-Mart
Die anxiously tracked a store employee rush past between gaps in the toilet paper fortress he'd holed up in. He'd been foolish to sprint into the supermarket with guns blazing. The old man that stood guard set off the alarm at once, and now the entire store was on high alert. There was a voice coking from the walkie-talkie clipped to the store clerk's waist. He couldn't understand what exactly was said but he knew without a doubt they were after him. Just when he thought the employee had finished surveying the aisle he heard crinkling sound followed by a sickening thump. They were tearing down his fort! The thrum of his heart filled his ears, making it difficult to concentrate long enough to think of an escape. No no no he shook his head, there was no time to think--only to act. With a sharp breath he gritted his teeth, the mesh of the shelf he braced himself against pressed uncomfortably against his palms.
1...2...3...
The space suddenly fell silent
"Hey! Where do you think you're going with that?!" The clerk suddenly shouted, but Die was still completely encased in darkness. He craned his neck to inspect who they were talking to, if not him.
"Ah...here...ettoo...ra..ceipito?" Die watched with a bated breath as Shinya dug out a crumpled piece of paper from a sack--Die's sack--and Die's gun! He was seething with the injustice. Why did Toshiya let him get away with his gun!?
The employee looked incredulously between the receipt and Shinya with his finger hooked around his chin.
"A return?"
The drummer shuffled uncertainly, bowing lightly by habit "S-sumimasen"
Die's eyes narrowed in disbelief, he knew Shinya's English was much better than this. Could it be that the staff had given him a hard time on Die's behalf and now was feeling anxious and lost while looking for him?
He was reminded of all the times he and Toshiya had picked on good natured drummer, how he laughed and took it in stride. Now here they were, in a foreign country, with angry minimum wage workers hunting them down, and still his long-time friend was searching for him. His throat felt painfully tight, he was so touched.
"Well the customer service desk is that way, c'mon I'll take you." It clear that this wasn't simply a gracious gesture, but instead a means to lure Shinya into their clutches with no hope of escape. As he feared, Shinya followed obediently behind. Die cursed under his breath, realizing this was a rescue mission and no longer simply one of survival. He kicked the 24 roll of toilet paper blocking him in, sending it into the opposite shelf and with it came a shower of laundry detergent.
"Shinya! C'mon!" he called out to the two witnessing the aftermath in disbelief as the mix of colors flooded the floor. Die grabbed his friend's wrist before sliding across the pool of soap to make their escape.
"Hey!" the blue vested man hollered after them as he followed in pursuit, but fell victim to Die's fortuitous mistake. "C-clean up in aisle 10!"
"How are we going to get out?" Shinya huffed once they were 5 or so aisles away. Die skidded to a halt at the end of the end of the toy aisle and flattened himself against cage steeped with toy balls. "I'll call Toshiya and have him pull up to a side exit."
Shinya clenched the grip of the gun Kyo had given to him, reminded of his objective as he watched his savior unknowingly dial the man who'd already double crossed him. Kyo was right, he thought soberly, the world truly is a cruel place.
"Hey, Totchi we need--" Die's voice snagged in his throat as he stared down the barrel of a gun "S-shinya...what are you--"
"There's a bounty on your head." the drummer confessed cooly "Nothing personal, kid."
"Who..." his mind was racing, who could have put his fair mannered friend up to this? "Toshiya...?"
The drummer gently shook his head, there was no time to explain to Die the extent of his friend's betrayal "Goodbye, Die." he said his farewell with a wistful smile as he pressed his finger to the trigger. Then everything slowed and Shinya watched in bewilderment, then horror as an avalanche of bright colorful balls tumbled towards him.
Die had little enough time to escape the chaos he'd caused, but still spared a moment to watch with the last lingering sense of remorse for what was once his ally as he was buried.
"Hey! There's one over there!" Shinya was still struggling to crawl over the stretch of balls when yet another employee caught sight of him. The bag carrying the receipt was lost to the wreckage, and with it his only other option of escape. Thankfully he never let go of his own gun, so not all was lost. As long as his dream of drifting off to sleep with a Cheburashka big enough to spoon survived, he could endure. With a determined kick he sent a troop of bouncy balls hurtling at his pursuers. The two leading were toppled over, while the third retreated down the adjacent aisle. He took the time he'd just bought himself and hightailed to the garden section, the closest exit and undoubtedly where Die was headed.
1...2...3...
The space suddenly fell silent
"Hey! Where do you think you're going with that?!" The clerk suddenly shouted, but Die was still completely encased in darkness. He craned his neck to inspect who they were talking to, if not him.
"Ah...here...ettoo...ra..ceipito?" Die watched with a bated breath as Shinya dug out a crumpled piece of paper from a sack--Die's sack--and Die's gun! He was seething with the injustice. Why did Toshiya let him get away with his gun!?
The employee looked incredulously between the receipt and Shinya with his finger hooked around his chin.
"A return?"
The drummer shuffled uncertainly, bowing lightly by habit "S-sumimasen"
Die's eyes narrowed in disbelief, he knew Shinya's English was much better than this. Could it be that the staff had given him a hard time on Die's behalf and now was feeling anxious and lost while looking for him?
He was reminded of all the times he and Toshiya had picked on good natured drummer, how he laughed and took it in stride. Now here they were, in a foreign country, with angry minimum wage workers hunting them down, and still his long-time friend was searching for him. His throat felt painfully tight, he was so touched.
"Well the customer service desk is that way, c'mon I'll take you." It clear that this wasn't simply a gracious gesture, but instead a means to lure Shinya into their clutches with no hope of escape. As he feared, Shinya followed obediently behind. Die cursed under his breath, realizing this was a rescue mission and no longer simply one of survival. He kicked the 24 roll of toilet paper blocking him in, sending it into the opposite shelf and with it came a shower of laundry detergent.
"Shinya! C'mon!" he called out to the two witnessing the aftermath in disbelief as the mix of colors flooded the floor. Die grabbed his friend's wrist before sliding across the pool of soap to make their escape.
"Hey!" the blue vested man hollered after them as he followed in pursuit, but fell victim to Die's fortuitous mistake. "C-clean up in aisle 10!"
"How are we going to get out?" Shinya huffed once they were 5 or so aisles away. Die skidded to a halt at the end of the end of the toy aisle and flattened himself against cage steeped with toy balls. "I'll call Toshiya and have him pull up to a side exit."
Shinya clenched the grip of the gun Kyo had given to him, reminded of his objective as he watched his savior unknowingly dial the man who'd already double crossed him. Kyo was right, he thought soberly, the world truly is a cruel place.
"Hey, Totchi we need--" Die's voice snagged in his throat as he stared down the barrel of a gun "S-shinya...what are you--"
"There's a bounty on your head." the drummer confessed cooly "Nothing personal, kid."
"Who..." his mind was racing, who could have put his fair mannered friend up to this? "Toshiya...?"
The drummer gently shook his head, there was no time to explain to Die the extent of his friend's betrayal "Goodbye, Die." he said his farewell with a wistful smile as he pressed his finger to the trigger. Then everything slowed and Shinya watched in bewilderment, then horror as an avalanche of bright colorful balls tumbled towards him.
Die had little enough time to escape the chaos he'd caused, but still spared a moment to watch with the last lingering sense of remorse for what was once his ally as he was buried.
"Hey! There's one over there!" Shinya was still struggling to crawl over the stretch of balls when yet another employee caught sight of him. The bag carrying the receipt was lost to the wreckage, and with it his only other option of escape. Thankfully he never let go of his own gun, so not all was lost. As long as his dream of drifting off to sleep with a Cheburashka big enough to spoon survived, he could endure. With a determined kick he sent a troop of bouncy balls hurtling at his pursuers. The two leading were toppled over, while the third retreated down the adjacent aisle. He took the time he'd just bought himself and hightailed to the garden section, the closest exit and undoubtedly where Die was headed.
Feel free to respond following up my writing sample above, or shoot me any ideas you may have!
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