Fandom Rocky Horror 1x1 RP w/ AlmostImmortal

[Lumpkinz11]

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Backstory/Setting
"The night air was crisp and full of foreboding as Brad Majors steered his car down the desolate highway, the flickering lights of the distant town growing dimmer behind him. Just hours before, he and his longtime girlfriend, Janet Weiss, had reached a breaking point—they decided they needed some space. Brad, heart heavy with uncertainty, had decided to return home alone and revisit the paths that had brought a glimmer of love into their lives."​

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Character - Username
Brad - AlmostImmortal
Frank - Lumpkinz11​

1x1 with AlmostImmortal

DNP unless you are us; please, message me for anything ​

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Brad tried to find a radio station that didn’t grind on his nerves as he coasted down the long highway. He left home a lot later than he wanted. He has a business trip a six hour drive away, but Janet just wouldn’t let him go. And now here he was in the pitch black and pouring rain.

“Ridiculous,” he muttered. “What’s wrong with the stations out here?”

Just as he hit the dashboard, hoping some blunt force would give him better luck, his car jolted with a loud pop. He barely managed to maneuver off the road without losing control on the slick asphalt.

“Great. Just great,” he muttered. He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he trudged into the storm. Lo and behold, he had a flat and no spare.

He scanned the road for any sign of civilization. There, in the distance, was what looked to be a castle. The windows were lit and there vehicles in front of it. A place like that had to have a phone. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind lending it to Brad.

He grabbed his briefcase and held it close to his chest as he jogged to the door, knocking on it firmly.

 

[Lumpkinz11]

As the storm raged outside, a sense of anticipation surged through Frank N. Furter as he lounged comfortably in his lavishly adorned lair. The flickering candlelight and the heavy drapery cast shadows that danced around the walls, creating an ambiance of mystery that he reveled in.

“Riff Raff!” he called with a flourish, his voice a melodic command that floated through the air, “See who’s gracing us with a visit in the midst of this dreary storm.”

“Ah! What do we have here?” Frank thought, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. This was perfect; the sight of a saturated man in a suit tickled Frank’s fancy. He could smell the opportunity a mile away – a mundane mortal, in need of shelter and perhaps something a bit more tantalizing than just a phone.​

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Brad grinned as someone opened the door and led him inside. His eyes immediately gravitated to who must be the head of the house. He was dressed quite... different than he was used to. A corset and fishnets were not the outfit of choice in Brad's circle.

He held out his hand. "Hey there! I'm Brad Majors. I got a flat just down the road and I was hoping I could use your telephone to get some help."

Now was not the time to comment on outfit pieces or the amount of cobwebs that clung to the home's... strange decor. He just had to act polite long enough to get to a telephone. Insulting people would not accomplish that.