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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 2:13:02 GMT
heyy! sooo rp?
what shall we rp about?
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 2:24:16 GMT
Do we want to just continue the one we have? Or nay?
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 2:59:19 GMT
I don't care. maybe do a new one?
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 3:04:06 GMT
That's fine with me. Any ideas?  |
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 3:15:46 GMT
I have a couple from a one-on-one I did back at WCF. Here are a few ~
My guy has been on the 'run' for quite a bit now. Except, he isn't running from the cops or anything serious. Just a bit of demons that he can't seem to drown. He is a mysterious, clever stranger in the town one day and gone the next. That is until his truck breaks down, and it will be a few days, maybe weeks, before it can be fixed. He has to stay in this little town, and enjoy the questions of the curious town. Anyway, he becomes the cook of a local diner to keep himself afloat. He is good being secluded in a small apartment behind the diner and enjoys the company of the townsfolk in the diner. That is until he meets a curious, former journalist [your character], who is asking questions, and digs deep into my guy's past. But someone else does too. So when my guy witnesses a 'murder', no one believes him due to his somewhat questionable history. [ We can go from here. ]
Your character is engaged to be married in less than two weeks. To calm her nerves, her best friends take her to a secluded ski lodge to relax and gather her thoughts before the big day. However, when a snowstorm hits suddenly, she is caught and ends up separated from her friends and hits her head on a rock. When she wakes, she is with a mysterious guy [my character], and can't remember what happened. All she remembers is her name and her childhood. She knows her age, and birthdate, but she can't remember her friends or fiancée. Unfortunately, the passage was blocked off by an avalanche, making it to be months before they can return to town. Luckily, she was found by this strange, yet handsome mountain man; my character. He wants nothing more than be rid of her. But that isn't happening anytime soon. So, will she break through his walls, or will she remember her greedy and selfish fiancée and come back to him?
This can either be modern, or more historical. In the South, money and power is everything. Along with religion, class, and beauty. Your character is the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner [or whatever you'd like him to own], and live in the high class area of the small Louisiana town. my character is a Yankee from New York who moves down to this little town with his large family. They are a good family from the wrong side of the tracks, and according to your girl's father, have no right to be in the rich part of the South, coming in with their dirty ways and rough accents. However, your girl sees something in the eldest boy of the family, and is curious about him. Over time, they fall in love, but her father can never know. Will they stay together, or will everything be lost? Is her pride too much to swallow to be with a poor northern boy?
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 3:23:56 GMT
I like them all but the second one seems interesting! The first one does too actually so idk l
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 4:36:21 GMT
we can do both if you'd like, haha. I love both of those plots a lot<3
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 5:31:49 GMT
Which one do you like more?? I CAN'T PICK
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 5:33:33 GMT
I DON'T KNOW.
THE FIRST ONE I GUESS.
I just watched the movie based off of it soooo xD
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 6:18:00 GMT
Which movie is that?? An okay! |
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 6:30:21 GMT
Angel Falls. It's originally a book by Nora Roberts.
Would you like me to start? c:
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 7:05:16 GMT
Yes please and Ooo I gotta check it out |
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 16:22:23 GMT
Troy Silvers
Quiet, winding roads. It was just the dark road and the rumble of his tires against the pavement. It was growing later, a watery gray light filtering in through the tall trees that surrounded the road, revealing the rolling valleys and streams. Troy Silvers would have enjoyed it more, if it had not been for the conspicuous noise growling from his engine. He was worried. He'd driven his truck from Boston to California, and well, now he was heading wherever. And this wherever happened to be some small town in Wyoming. He'd seen a sign for a little town he'd never heard of, Angels Fall, a couple miles back. He heard a clanking in his hood and Troy sighed, taking in a deep breath and pushing on the gas a little. It sputtered, and just heaved a bit further. Troy sighed, pulling over, but keeping his car on as he GPSed a garage in Angels Fall. The only one, actually. Luckily it was only a couple miles, and on the outskirts of town. He pulled out of his place on the side of the road as smoke poured from the hood.
Fuck.
Troy wasn't happy with the verdict on his truck. It had blown a couple of fuses and needed multiple parts. The money wasn't an issue. He'd lived frugally in Boston, and the only thing he really bought was food, a couple of cheap motels, and gas since he'd left his former home. The thing he needed was his truck to keep going. He didn't want to stay here, but as the mechanic, Charlie shook his head at him and told him that the parts were on backorder and would take a couple weeks to get, and then recommended a little diner only a few blocks down the road. Charlie's assistant, Sammy, offered to drive him, but Troy opted to walk, wanting to stretch his legs.
When he reached the little diner, it was named Sally's Cabin. As he stepped inside, it felt like he was in a cabin. High beamed ceilings, smooth wood log walls, and heads of stuffed animals adorning the walls. It was filled enough to be busy, but not enough to be crowded. A little hostess told him to seat himself, and he picked one of the high-backed stools that lined the counter and took a seat. He shrugged off his jacket, the diner warm and cozy rather than the cool winds of the upcoming winter outside. He rubbed his hands together, the cold having sunk into them while he stood out at the garage. As a pretty little waitress came to stand in front of him, she smiled widely. "Hi, I'm Bethany. Can I get you something?" She tilted her head to the side, rippling blonde waves falling over her shoulder and glimmering blue eyes meeting his own. She reminded Troy of his best friend, Lucy. She had the same shimmer to her eyes, and it made him ache in his chest. "Just a coffee, thanks." He replied, pulling off his Rockies ball cap. He was aware of what he looked like. Tall, handsome by most people's standards, and a newcomer in this town.
Troy sighed, feeling his exhaustion really sink in. He slid his hand through his short, dark chocolate colored hair which had grown a bit longer than he had intended. Maybe once he found a hotel he would buzz it again, easier that way. He glanced up to see the waitress returning with coffee. "Cream and sugar?" She asked and Troy shook his head. "No, black." He said, reaching out when she set down the cup to wrap his hands around it. He looked up when she didn't move. She leaned on the counter and looked at him. "You're eyes? What color are they? I can't tell." Her voice held the familiar flirting lit to it. He resisted the almost overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. "Hazel-gray." He replied quietly, ignoring her attempts at seduction by taking a sip of his coffee. It wasn't as strong as he liked, but it would keep him awake.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jul 16, 2014 16:59:02 GMT
Though she tried to deny it, Caelan hated her small town. She'd grown up here, a farmers daughter, naturally. The moment she hit eighteen, though, she left for Manhattan, which was a big difference but she loved it. She was a journalist, after all. Getting the latest scoop, you couldn't be in Wyoming to do such a thing. So the Big Apple was where she lived now.
Well, until her mom got sick. Caelan had been living the young adult life; partying, staying out late, arriving at work hung over the next morning. But she could only do those things because she was good at what she did; many companies had wanted her for their insider scooper. In the end, passed their bids and pleads, she picked the Metropolitan magazine in NY, her home. They paid her well enough to own a flat in a large building and gave her all the equipment she needed to report anything and everything they wanted.
But again, her mom got sick. So now, she was back in her home town. Bored out of her mind, but forced to take a few months leave from work to make sure her mom was okay. Her brother Danny wouldn't come, no. He had 'more important' things to do, which really meant: Mom's Caelan's responsibility, and I need to go drive around my race car some more. His sponsor was Red Bull, so he thought he was hot stuff. Calean thought he was a jerk for making her have to pick up her life and bring it all the way back to the stingy town of Angel Falls.
While her mom was sleeping still, Caelan got up early, standing on her front porch just a few minutes out of the main town. She held her coffee close to her flat stomach, scanning the horizon as the sun casted over the land. Frowning, her stomach growled, and she decided she wanted to go in town to get some food, since she wasn't a cook to save her life. Leaving a note for her mother, she grabbed her jacket and car keys, heading out to the beat up blue truck that wasn't hers. Her dads, before he left them. But hey, leave the family, but give them your car. Caelan couldn't complain too much.
The drive into town was uneventful, and Caelan's mind was elsewhere as she drove with the windows down, her dark black hair floating out behind her. Unlike most woman in her field of work, she kept her hair long and done up as much as possible. She didn't want to be a pricky, stuck up journalist who tied her hair back in a tight pony tail and wore pin suits. No, Caelan liked to have her own, free style and long hair down most of the time. She still liked to be free, dumb, pretty, young. All of the things she was, being only twenty. Her light green eyes flickered to the view of the most well known diner in town, signaling to turn into the parking lot from the main road and bouncing in the old, rusted seats of her families beat up truck.
When she arrived, she moved into the front door, hearing it ding, and smiled as the waitress, an old friend, Bethany, saw her first. "Morning Caelan!" she squealed happily and they hugged. Caelan laughed, moving to sit on a bar stool near the counter rather than a table, shouldering off her jacket. They weren't the only ones in the diner, but they were making the most noise out of the tired truckers, farmers, and quiet eaters. Caelan's eyes lazily moved over the people, passing over a guy in a booth absent-mindedly before going back to him and focusing in. He didn't look familiar.
Bethany, this time from around the counter, leaned onto it and smiled at Caelan. "Haven't seen you in a while, since you came into town anyways. How's Momma Banks?" she asked.
Caelan shrugged her shoulders, sipping on a water Bethany got for her. "Hasn't changed much really. She just rests all day."
Bethany frowned. "I'm sorry hun. Tell her I'm praying for her, and you too," she touched Caelan's wrist with a tight smile and then moved to go put her order in, already memorized. "Two pancakes, one bacon, eggs sunny side up, right? It's on the house," she winked at Caelan and she smiled at the blond thankfully, sipping more of her water. Now that Bethany was gone, Caelan found her gaze moving back to the guy in the booth she'd seen earlier, casually though, like she could be staring out the window as well as at him. The humid forest color of her eyes studied him, wondering what had happened. They only got a few visitors from the main road, but they mostly stopped at the gas station to fuel up and were on their way. When new people stopped by, it interested Caelan. Who on this earth would want to stay in a place like this? Not her, that's for sure.
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 20:11:18 GMT
Troy was lost in thought. His eyes were out the window on the tall trees and otherwise vacant road. He didn't really mind it here. The chatter around the dinner dulled to a white noise, a buzzing at the back of his head he could ignore. He slid his thumb over the rim of his coffee cup, turning away from the window. He closed his eyes, another wave of tiredness sweeping over him. He lifted the cup to his lips, downing a few hot gulps of it. He set it down and noticed something. Someone was staring at him. He figured it was just the waitress Bethany, but when he looked up, expecting to find the blue eyes on him, he found himself gazing at someone else.
She was quite beautiful. A shock of dark hair rippling around her face like a veil, and luminous green eyes trained on. A curiosity lingered in them, and he abruptly, and somewhat rudely looked away from her. Troy pushed the cup back, pulling out his phone to see if anyone had called. No one had. Not surprisingly. They were all gone. He put his phone on the table and took the last swig of the coffee.
"Can I get you some more?" He looked up to see the pretty blonde standing over him. She had one of the buttons on her white shirt undone and was leaning on her hip, pushing out her breasts. She had also reapplied dark cherry lipstick, smiling widely at him. He nodded and she leaned over far more than necessary and filled up his cup.
"Thank you." He murmured, ignoring her. He heard the click of her heels as she walked back around the counter. Troy snuck a glance up to see her talking to the staring, green-eyed girl.
"You see that guy over there?" Bethany said as she brought out Caelan's meal. She set it down in front of her friend and glanced over at the new man. "Isn't he cute, but mysterious." She winked and grinned, filling up her friend's water glass.
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