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heavychamp, an independent and selective portrayal of rocky balboa, centering on rocky (1976) (for now). coached by ramone. 21+. crossover and oc friendly.
"No, Madam; nobody put me up to this," Gabe responds, breathing a silent laugh. It isn't that he finds anything she's said funny. No, it's just that when you speak to so many human beings in your immortal life, you come across quite a few like this one: stubborn ones, ones who will tell him just where he can shove his trumpet the second they say a word to him, no matter how much truth may be within those words.
"Call me Gabe," he says, then following a pause adds, "Short for Gabriel."
He sets his trumpet down and holds out his right hand to shake. He's well-dressed — heading to a performance this evening, perhaps? "We've not met, not directly, but I do know of you, Miss Adler. Please forgive the intrusion — I meant no offense by it."
GABRIEL (@musesfromthefifthdimension):
"Now, Sadie," Gabe said, a gentle firmness in his expression as he patted her shoulder, "You're a good woman, good head on your shoulders. You've resolve, passion, and a drive to protect others. In this world of ours, you've got to make sure nothing lets you lose sight of that. Not even grief."
Who is this stranger, and how does he know her name, and so much about her?
━━━🥀━━━
❛ how... now, wait a damn second. did some fool put you up to this?! ❜
now, normally, she'd shrug something like this off with a word or a threat or two and be on her way. after all, she runs into all manner of folks talking all kinds of nonsense most every day. but, there's something about this fella and his words that's got her speechless. speechless and curious. 'cause he seems to know all about her... to know her.
❛ i ain't in the mood. tell me your goddamn name- an' how in the hell you know mine. how d' you know me, huh? ❜
musesfromthefifthdimension - an rp sideblog with muses from old scifi, tv muses, and more. written by marker, follows from @markershub. contains the use of deceased faceclaims out of respect for their amazing portrayals. potential triggers tagged to the best of my ability.
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[From Season 1, Episode 22 of The Twilight Zone, called "A Passage For Trumpet" - this is the one scene Gabe is in! So if you don't know him, now you do.
Jack Klugman (Joey) is truly incredible, but Gabe's actor steals the show here from even him. Just. The gentle, divine presence of him is so damn good, and he doesn't come across as condescending or ulterior-motived for even a moment.
All this isn't to so much as mention the amazing dialogue written by series creator Rod Serling, or the visual storytelling with those harsh shadows and bright lights.]
[Open Starter — Gabe / do not reblog if you are not a roleplay blog, please and thank you!]
"You take what you get, and you live with it." Gabe noted, smiling softly and patting the other on the shoulder with a warm hand. "Sometimes, it's sweet frosting, nice gravy. Sometimes, it's sour, it goes down hard, but you live with it."
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s):
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
“Mister Bemis! Mister Bemis!” Melody’s calling was paired with a loud buzzing of her wings and spins and twirls performed in the air for his attention. “Look here! Watch me!”
When she settled excitedly atop one of the open book’s pages, she stood directly over the word she carefully sounded out, pointing at each letter. “o, en, e. w… uh… nn.” Then, reading and gesturing at its entirety: “One. One!”
She giggled and clasped her claws together and looked up to Henry, ecstatic. “Did you see? I learned another word!”
(for henry obv :) see him on dash and brain goes brrr)
@houseflyy
Behind his thick-lensed glasses, Henry's eyes blinked several times. His mind was stitching together the scene, the disparate pieces darning together very gradually, until —
"Why, you're learning to read!" he exclaimed with glee. "You really did that all by yourself, Melody! That's marvelous! Wonderful!!"
His mustache was practically pointing upward from how wide his smile was.
"How did you learn to do that? Did somebody teach you? Or- or, or maybe, did you teach yourself somehow? Now, I wouldn't consider myself a teacher, but I could maybe help you!"
“The best-laid plans of mice and men - and Henry Bemis, the small man in the glasses who wanted nothing but time. Henry Bemis, now just a part of a smashed landscape, just a piece of the rubble, just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself. Mr. Henry Bemis - in the Twilight Zone.”