homestuckingdorkfish
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So, I've been craving a Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan RP, and I have a starter. It's kinda a weird starter, but I have Kik or Email that I normally RP on. It's kinda long, but I don't expect ones as long as the starter. Try to hit two or three sentences, but I know sometimes I miss that mark, so no hard feelings if there is a spot where you send One sentence answers. I'd prefer there to be grammar, it's easier to read.
Here's the starter I have ready.
Reid whimpered as he woke up. His head pounded-probably a concussion-and he couldn't open one eye. It hurt to move at all, but that's because his wrists were tied behind him. He jerked and looked around. His arm felt achy and stabby. Like it was broken. He looked around, trying to find something identifying. There was a broken chair, bits, and pieces of other assorted woods, with other random broken items, including a vase. He rubbed his ear on his shoulder and felt that his ear piece was still there, and he felt relieved. Reid spotted a small camera facing him and narrowed his eyes. He shifted, and it seemed like his phone was still in his pocket, shut, unfortunately. He sighed, ruled out calling someone, and closed his eyes. This was a bad idea, but he couldn't see the rest of the room, but it seemed abandoned like where the group had thought the UnSub was working out of. Reid bit down to see if there was anything in his mouth, and there wasn't. He remembered that he had gone back to the hotel room alone and that no one would know he was gone until the morning. It was almost morning. So he sighed and wiggled. "Guys? You awake yet?" If the UnSub didn't know that the ear piece was there, it was very unlikely he turned it off, so it was very likely that it was still on and he could contact the others.
Here's the starter I have ready.
Reid whimpered as he woke up. His head pounded-probably a concussion-and he couldn't open one eye. It hurt to move at all, but that's because his wrists were tied behind him. He jerked and looked around. His arm felt achy and stabby. Like it was broken. He looked around, trying to find something identifying. There was a broken chair, bits, and pieces of other assorted woods, with other random broken items, including a vase. He rubbed his ear on his shoulder and felt that his ear piece was still there, and he felt relieved. Reid spotted a small camera facing him and narrowed his eyes. He shifted, and it seemed like his phone was still in his pocket, shut, unfortunately. He sighed, ruled out calling someone, and closed his eyes. This was a bad idea, but he couldn't see the rest of the room, but it seemed abandoned like where the group had thought the UnSub was working out of. Reid bit down to see if there was anything in his mouth, and there wasn't. He remembered that he had gone back to the hotel room alone and that no one would know he was gone until the morning. It was almost morning. So he sighed and wiggled. "Guys? You awake yet?" If the UnSub didn't know that the ear piece was there, it was very unlikely he turned it off, so it was very likely that it was still on and he could contact the others.
