first rp(basically inactive)

Okay. First RP. Anyone may join at anytime as anyone. Post a quick profile if you make your own character, though. If you feel uncomfortable just throwing yourself in the middle ask if the next person could help bumping into a stranger, seeing someone across a room and saying 'hi', anything like that...you can use colors but it's not necessary...just...easier to read...

I be Frank.

This be a random RP...so if you feel like it you can go from hating someone to trying to be their friend in one post...

I pick...this color
uhm...okay..so...there's not a strict plot...so just...go with it i'm honestly too tired to think about it...

I set six 4-packs of Monster on the counter of the local convienant store, the clerk glanced up at me then back at the monsters and the scanner. I caught a flash of what i thought was annoyance in that glance and wasn't at all suprised since it was the third week in a row that i'd emptied their shelf of 4-packs in one day. they'd have to wait until thursday to get more...that's when most of their trucks came in...
I carried my bags out to my car and started it up. Then I headed over to band practice.

Okay I've not sure how to do this cause believe it or not I never went to the rp section on the rmy but to read...So here goes.

Gee! RED Surprise!
( and I know monster wasn't being made then but)

I was sitting on the steps of the studio taking a drag. Frankie the kid from Pency Prep was coming back for who knows how many times he had run to the store. He was always buying some test market crap drink and holding up the practice space.

"Hey Frank.." I muttered trying not to be too rude. "They have any of that stuff you're always buying? You're always bouncing off the walls. I guess.., maybe I should try some maybe it'd help me get rid of this damn writers block..I guess that what you call it when it has to do with song writing too right?"

Zomb just Requested Bobbit!

...before I do this...remember...I love you Lis and Ashton.
I be the Bobbit...and he be...BLUE
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I hopped off the bus. I looked around at the new landscape before me. It was certainly as he had described it to me. Lots of dark colors melding into the cityscape. Still, that didn't matter to me. I was a man on a mission.
I walked down the streets, looking for the meeting place he had decided on. Finally I found it, dingy letters on the front matching the landscape named it S.I.R. Studios. I quickly walked inside and toward my destiny.
Once inside I walked toward the back where he had said he would be waiting near the rear studios. As I rounded a corner I watched helplessly as he collasped to the ground. I let out a stunned cry watching his eyes roll up into his head as if he were dying. I glared daggers at the man standing stunned next to him who was gripping his stomach.
He tried to stammer out a responce but I beat him to it.
"Who the hell are you and what have you done to my lover!"

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Ok...so...I didn't say who...someone can claim Bob...and um...I love you guys and...um...would Bob say lover?
I dunno...

I looked up at Bob from the floor and shook my head. "not him" i coughed, spitting up blood with the words telling him that it wasn't gerard who had just taken me out in a knock down drag out. It was Bert Mc-fucking-Cracken. I know they had NO IDEA who bert was at this point in their lives in actuality...but...monster didn't exist either...so...we can push the limits of reality. I decided not to tell him who it was or why. No one knew about my heroin addiction not did I plan on them finding our so abruptly. I'd get my money to bert and that would be the end of it.

( I have NO problem with screwing with time lines as long as we all know that's going on)

I stared as the Ruggedly handsome blue eyed creature before me. 'who did I have to suck off to get a piece of him? ...him i guess..' I looked down at Frankies partly bleached cornrows falling into his eyes. I could see he'd had bruises forming I hadn't noticed before. I looked araound this was NOT by any means the safeest neighborhood.."come on I'll help you get him inside..there are some REALLY Bad dudes around here...A pretty guy like Frankie here needs some nice strong buff take-no-shit kinda guy to look after him..Are you that kinda man..um.."

I watched as gerard stared, mezmerized by Bob's presence. I could tell that slimy bastard was flirting with my boy...i wouldn't put up with it... I pulled myself up and turned staggering to the bathroom to clean up.I looked at my bruises, new, old, and the ones that were still red, not bruises yet, but soon to be black and blue. There was a small puncture wound in my chest from a week ago when he'd held me at knife-point and accused me of keeping more than i'd earned. he'd pressed the knife into my chest and hit bone, I'd have gone to the hospital, but then i'd have to explain. instead i put a liquid bandaid and a real band aid and let it be. I finished washing up and walked back out, prepared to kick ass if gerard was flirting with my boy. but...they were talking music when i came out...not nearly bad enough to kick his ass over.



Okay...uhm...Bert is Frank's Dealer and pimp...frank is a prostitute and junkie. Bob is frank's boyfriend...but doens't know frank gets his money by selling his body...
Bert beats frank quite often, most of the bruises on his torso which he can hide fairly easily in the most intiment situations simply by keeping his shirt on. the ones anywere else he'd make up a dumb excuse that he was goofing off as usual or got mugged, after all this was a bad town.

*runs[is dragged] into rp*
i iz raaaayy!!

I walked in, on the search for picks, and right into the middle of Gerard effectively drooling over some random blond guy as he chatted about control boards and bands he'd worked for.
"Hey, Gerard! You haven't seen any of my picks goin' round, have you?"
He looked quickly round at me, looking unimpressed.
"I don't know where your damn pick went, maybe Frank borrowed it again."
Inwardly, I grinned.
Another moment of GerardFantasy successfully ruined.