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Hiyori’s POV
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Hiyori’s POV
“He’s an idiot for leaving you here.”
No, he’s not! It’s has been little more than two hours plus the longest bubble bath in history yet I still haven’t quite gotten over a comment I should easily ignore from a client I despise enough to ask for a switch in project so I shall no longer see him again.
Five good months pass by peacefully or let’s say as peaceful as Maiya and Shun could manage now that he’s the rising star across Asia with a hot doctor girlfriend. The healing process for Hiro turns out shorter than expected, whist I spend half my week at home and half at his to babysit and being spoiled during the honeymoon phase of a new relationship that doesn’t last.
Convincing Hiro to withdraw the request of transfer and hours cut isn’t hard, he loves his job and I do not want to be the person who stands in the way so I shouldn’t be upset when a client comment about our decision of having Hiro aboard and maintain this long distance relationship. He’s out there saving lives, doing good and creating a better world. I would have done the same if someone offers me a job that would not only advance my career but also self growth and exploration along with helping others. I would not turn it down for a guy no matter how much I love him… would I?
Quit the negativity and insecurity already, Hiyori! Don’t be a drag, Hiro is off to another side of the world knowing that we could do this, he has faith in us. And even he may meet fellow doctors on the field who would be just as smart, passionate and incredibly attractive, he would not waver, not even for a little.
Blanket pull over my head with a twist and turn, it’s a scroll through my phone and battle between texting my boyfriend or going to bed. Instead a text from another man I have not heard or seen in months is now flashing on my screen.
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A woman drops her wallet on the street, and it falls open. You pick it up and are about to return it to her when you notice a strange picture inside.
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Oh this could be interesting
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Her POV
Being lost in the sensation of his gentle touch and kiss, my mind goes blank and the only sound I could hear is the sound of our beating hearts. Our rhythmical breathing, bodies gliding against each other as old flames slowly finding its way back in.
I wouldn't want to pull away but the moment eventually comes, here we are - lips parted, close enough to keep going yet neither of us make another move. Our eyes couldn't meet, we are so close yet so far apart.
Where is “us”?
"It's late." A lame excuse is an easy way out, can't stand outside my door all night after all. "Long day and I have an early meeting tomorrow.... Goodnight." Door shut without waiting for a response, I hurry to bed. Eyes closed in hope to shut him out of my head too.
What A Mess (open rp)
Her POV
“Dude, what do you want? A medal? You’re 35 and have possibly slept with every woman in town. Grow up already, will you?”
There, I finally said it. Slashing the brutal and plainest truth to my housemate, longtime friend, ex or whoever he is to me, fists clenched and blood boiling in my veins at the mess he has created in our shared apartment.
#oc role play#original character#oc rp#oc#original character rp#living with ex#ex as friends#rp writing#rope play
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Owe (open rp, random)
“You know he doesn’t owe you anything. He has the decency to tell you he’s met someone. You’re the one who said you don’t want a relationship so what exactly are you upset about?”
Words being caught at the top of my tongue only due to the lack of alcohol in sight, I quickly get onto my feet and stumble tiny steps within my studio apartment for something stronger so I’d list all the ligetimate reasons to my best friend / colleague matter-of-factly that no way on earth the guy I’ve been seeing just miraculously has a girlfriend out of a blue. He must have been chatting both of us up, and THAT isn’t nice wether we are exclusive or not. He doesn’t say that he cares about me then say the same shit to another girl at the same time.
“This is why I fucking hate dating and dealing with people.” One arm wrap around my bestie’s shoulder and resting my head upon it, I couldn’t help and enjoy the forever calming scent. “God, why do you always smell so good. It’s such a turn on!” Perfectly clear on what I’ve just blurred out, I stay still with zero intention of taking back the compliment, wondering what our next move maybe …..
#open RP#rp wanted#role play#open role play#rp idea#role play serach#rp search#role play writing#oc rp#oc role play#Orginal character#original character rp#rp writer search#rp partner serach#rp starter#role play starter
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Evan's POV
Unable to determine the flood of emotions rushing through me, I take a deep breath and tighten my grip.
WHY on earth is she now shaking her head?
WHAT exactly does she want with me?
Is this some kind of sick joke or game? Is Sox years not long enough to taunt a guy?
"It's now or never, Nic, so do you want to go or not?"
Last chance, last straw. Now or never. This maybe the biggest mistake but I've already been through hell because of this woman, how bad could it get?
Baby (open rp)
Evan Wright’s POV
“I want to have a baby with you.”
Coffee nearly spit and chocking over an outrageous statement from the woman across with my brows remained frown till the cup reaches the table, not able to grasp of what has been suggested and readjust my posture in order to give an appropriate response if there is even one.
My dried lips eventually part and questions rush through my brain but only one takes priority. “Does your husband know?”
#melissa perry#role play#oc rp#oc#rp#Evan Wright#back to writing#except I have no clue what I am doing#role play writing#rp writing#original character
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Matt's POV
"Looking for this?" The little panic attack and her awkward smile happen to be a good morning combo, handing the bra back to its rightful owner before I zip up and pour a cup of black coffee to ease the banging headache. "Want one?"
Naked (open rp)
“Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?” Lost, confused and chilled, I desperately cover whatever my hands could manage and look around for something to keep warm.
#coffee is the cure#handover#one night stand#or was it#sorry for being away for so long#rp#role play#oc rp#original character#or role play#rp writing
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Omg I don't usually do this but damn I think I have found the wedding location for my OC Hiyori! Omg 😍
#wedding ceremony#wedding#wedding ceremonies#wedding location#cherry blossom wedding#sakura wedding#japan wedding#Hiyori#oc#oc rp#oc role play#rp writing#role play writing#original character#original rp#Hiyori Mukai
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Ray Marin’s POV
The smirk which crosses my lips pulls into one that reads trouble and adventure and I’m hesitant to hide it - Harumi already knows that chapter of my personality so I’m doubtful that she’ll make a fuss if I keep her out to late. “..oh and I forgot; you still have a bedtime don’t you?” Poking my tongue out at her as I glance over my shoulder, it’s hands shoved further into my pockets and the urge for a cigarette rising irritably.
“If you walk as slow as you do - it’ll take until Christmas to get where I want to be.” Not much of a threat, but also not much of a motivation. Spinning around to grab Harumi by the waist, it’s a quick toss of her over my shoulder in addition to a little of her complaining to be put down that I’m happy to deal with. A few minute stroll and we’re at the ice-rink; or so more lake that still happens to be frozen over this early in the blossom season.
“I assume you can still skate, mhmm?”, I ask rather impulsively, “Or do I need to carry you out onto the ice too?”
angels & airwaves [closed.]
Bree Hutchinson’s POV
“Is there anything else that I can get for you Ms Hutchinson?”
At 10,000ft in the air with little turbulence, I smile at the attentive airhostess and mouth a firm ‘no – thank you’. Flying isn’t and will never be my strong point. Flute of veuve-clicquot in hand, a few small sips act as a placebo to calm my nerves.
An hour into the flight and the captain makes an announcement that in minutes, the aircraft will be crossing the international dateline. Shortly afterward, dinner will begin being served. Glancing out the small window to my right, I’m relieved that we’re no longer climbing through the clouds. My gaze momentarily appreciates the stunning, yet scornful landscape below until I remember that the only thing in the world I’m afraid of is heights and swiftly, I pull down the shutter; a further few mouthfuls of champagne giving me something else to think about.
Out of the hundreds of available movies and tv series available to be watched; absolutely none take my fancy. I should have brought a book from the boutique store by the business class lounge. An itch on my left shoulder, I stretch and scratch it, turning my head which brings me eye to eye with the handsome gentleman sitting across from me. At least the eye-candy is more promising than the flights’ selection of films.
“Excuse me?”
His attention doesn’t take much to get and before I can help myself, conversation has ensured in the form of suggestion.
“I’m not really a movie buff and audiobooks take the pleasure away from the written piece. Is there anything you’d suggest?”
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Ooooooooooo 😍😍😍
Write a story in a 3rd person POV, BUT the narrator leaves somewhere during the story and someone else has to take over - who has no idea what’s going on.
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Ray’s POV
Can’t at all put my lips onto my feelings of semi defeated or slightly challenged at Bree’s constant rejection, why would she engage a conversation but when I reach out she’d immediately retreat? Does she lack the confidence or skill to social and communicate? I highly doubt it. Could she be a private person, possibly? Will her name be one I wouldn’t forget, we shall see?
“I prefer drinks at night, I have enough coffee in a day I could last without sleep for a week. So definitely drinks.” Wondering if her reaction would be just as predicted, I smile and flip through the channels on scree, “Well, few episodes of sitcom and laughter would do well till we land.”
Eyes gradually drifting away onto the pretty ginger head who reminds me of someone i have not seen in a long time, most women look the same to me these days. Pretty faces and appearances mean nothing if their minds and hearts aren’t in the right place, and without thinking, the words just slip through my lips like a charm. “Are you going to see a special someone?”
angels & airwaves [closed.]
Bree Hutchinson’s POV
“Is there anything else that I can get for you Ms Hutchinson?”
At 10,000ft in the air with little turbulence, I smile at the attentive airhostess and mouth a firm ‘no – thank you’. Flying isn’t and will never be my strong point. Flute of veuve-clicquot in hand, a few small sips act as a placebo to calm my nerves.
An hour into the flight and the captain makes an announcement that in minutes, the aircraft will be crossing the international dateline. Shortly afterward, dinner will begin being served. Glancing out the small window to my right, I’m relieved that we’re no longer climbing through the clouds. My gaze momentarily appreciates the stunning, yet scornful landscape below until I remember that the only thing in the world I’m afraid of is heights and swiftly, I pull down the shutter; a further few mouthfuls of champagne giving me something else to think about.
Out of the hundreds of available movies and tv series available to be watched; absolutely none take my fancy. I should have brought a book from the boutique store by the business class lounge. An itch on my left shoulder, I stretch and scratch it, turning my head which brings me eye to eye with the handsome gentleman sitting across from me. At least the eye-candy is more promising than the flights’ selection of films.
“Excuse me?”
His attention doesn’t take much to get and before I can help myself, conversation has ensured in the form of suggestion.
“I’m not really a movie buff and audiobooks take the pleasure away from the written piece. Is there anything you’d suggest?”
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Ray Marin’s POV
“Why’s that?” I take her hand with a firm squeeze, “What’s so special about you Bree Hutchinson that I should remember you once we land.”
Chitchat and mingle with strangers are as natural as breathing to someone like me, peace and quiet is usually my preference during down time but this slight unexpected distraction away from work seems intriguing as of this moment.
“I am simply a man who ensure the best day of someone’s life is as perfect as possible, wedding planner.” The corner of my lips curl up to a small smile before gesturing my business card in the air, “Not implying you may or may not need it but hey, no harm in making friend, right?”
With enough questions hanging over her head, I wave at a hostess close by and ask for a glass of red wine. “Fancy a drink, Miss Hutchinson?”
angels & airwaves [closed.]
Bree Hutchinson’s POV
“Is there anything else that I can get for you Ms Hutchinson?”
At 10,000ft in the air with little turbulence, I smile at the attentive airhostess and mouth a firm ‘no – thank you’. Flying isn’t and will never be my strong point. Flute of veuve-clicquot in hand, a few small sips act as a placebo to calm my nerves.
An hour into the flight and the captain makes an announcement that in minutes, the aircraft will be crossing the international dateline. Shortly afterward, dinner will begin being served. Glancing out the small window to my right, I’m relieved that we’re no longer climbing through the clouds. My gaze momentarily appreciates the stunning, yet scornful landscape below until I remember that the only thing in the world I’m afraid of is heights and swiftly, I pull down the shutter; a further few mouthfuls of champagne giving me something else to think about.
Out of the hundreds of available movies and tv series available to be watched; absolutely none take my fancy. I should have brought a book from the boutique store by the business class lounge. An itch on my left shoulder, I stretch and scratch it, turning my head which brings me eye to eye with the handsome gentleman sitting across from me. At least the eye-candy is more promising than the flights’ selection of films.
“Excuse me?”
His attention doesn’t take much to get and before I can help myself, conversation has ensured in the form of suggestion.
“I’m not really a movie buff and audiobooks take the pleasure away from the written piece. Is there anything you’d suggest?”
#angels & airwaves#Ray Marin#Role play#rp#oc rp#oc role play#original character role play#original character
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Ray Marin’s POV
Chains do not hold a marriage together, it’s the tiny, thousands of threads which have been sewn between the hearts of two people. Now that’s a quote I never quite understand nor do I have the patience to comprehend but it is my job to review the speech and make sure it’s going to be one heck of a wedding. Taking my eyes momentarily off the screen and massage my temples to release some build up tension from the past few months, a light turbulence doesn’t seem to bother most of the passengers who are waiting for cabin meals and endless entertainment on flight till another three hours in the confined compartment is over.
A sweet voice of excuse me beside me is raised then I turn to finally realize for the first time in the past 60 minutes that there is a gorgeous lady sitting right next to me, not that beauty is what I am attracted to but it’s still nice to have something pretty to look at. Gladly pushing work aside and fishing my brain for some fresh ideas for my new lady friend who’s like to be entertained the nonstandard way. “Story telling? Would you like to exchange some interesting stories instead?”
With my occupation and the reputation the firm has, I have been more than blessed to travel around the world and hosting the most important day of people’s lives- that ought to be interesting to share. “So what do you do for a living?”
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Bree Hutchinson’s POV
“Is there anything else that I can get for you Ms Hutchinson?”
At 10,000ft in the air with little turbulence, I smile at the attentive airhostess and mouth a firm ‘no – thank you’. Flying isn’t and will never be my strong point. Flute of veuve-clicquot in hand, a few small sips act as a placebo to calm my nerves.
An hour into the flight and the captain makes an announcement that in minutes, the aircraft will be crossing the international dateline. Shortly afterward, dinner will begin being served. Glancing out the small window to my right, I’m relieved that we’re no longer climbing through the clouds. My gaze momentarily appreciates the stunning, yet scornful landscape below until I remember that the only thing in the world I’m afraid of is heights and swiftly, I pull down the shutter; a further few mouthfuls of champagne giving me something else to think about.
Out of the hundreds of available movies and tv series available to be watched; absolutely none take my fancy. I should have brought a book from the boutique store by the business class lounge. An itch on my left shoulder, I stretch and scratch it, turning my head which brings me eye to eye with the handsome gentleman sitting across from me. At least the eye-candy is more promising than the flights’ selection of films.
“Excuse me?”
His attention doesn’t take much to get and before I can help myself, conversation has ensured in the form of suggestion.
“I’m not really a movie buff and audiobooks take the pleasure away from the written piece. Is there anything you’d suggest?”
#short but let's hope to keep the conversation going#closed rp#meeting on plane#stuck on plane with stranger#at least he's an eye candy
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Just popping in to say I really enjoy your rp >3
Thank you, whichever one you are referring for I know this ask has been sitting here for quite some time but thank you nonetheless.
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Robin's POV
Nothing beats a beautiful start of day with fresh tulips delivered to my door follow by a sip of latte and assistant in car reporting nothing but good news. Everyone is already in hardwork mode bright and early the way it should except princess Holy Holly who manages to leave the foils out of her hair, I shoot Liam a quick look which he returns with a nod that indicates “I've got it under control” but 5 minutes later, she's sitting in my office and has come up with a new (but initially the same) concept.
"Where are you getting your ideas from? Grade school?" I click my tongue and lift my head up at her silent treatment but realize she's already out the door and literally looks like a zombie from walking dead. Eyes rolling hard, I shake my head and fire an email to Meyer about his beloved princess and her mood swing.
I could have stopped, should have yet find myself pondering her miserable state and growing desperation to impress. Mumbling a fuck sake as my fingers typing fiercely on the keyboards and click send before I even have time to regret.
It's not just the tagline or types of men that catch the women's eyes, it's the contents and quote that would capture their hearts that matter.
Wether it's nerds vs muscles or the alphabetical guide to men, the inevitable fact that both pieces would lack depth and unable to connect with readers. She could run whatever story for all I care, it will never sell if her heart isn't in the right place. And if she can't figure it out, she clearly isn't going anywhere.
With a bing notification, I hover my mouse to the new mail from Daddy and groan in annoyance.
Liam Dun's POV
Babysitting Holly isn't the hardest task Robin has assigned me, I've had worse, so much worse. The lost and unmotivated girl in daze walks around the office in an empty shell, trying hard to come up with the epic idea while her real problem is actually executing it instead of drilling her skull for a new one.
Not exactly in the position to say that out loud, I stand and rest my elbow on her partition. "Neither." Keeping it simple and blunt, "Your negativity is a kill buzz and that never helps with work, plus, have you check your email? Drinks at Hammered tonight, Daddy's order."
Ms or Miss? (closed RP)
Holly Vega’s POV
‘I’m not after a Hollywood heart throb or some Calvin Klein underwear model chiselled from stone. I just want an average guy – y’know; one who’s a little easy on the eyes, a sweetheart, works a normal job, has a few quirky habits, that I can take home to meet my parents. Just your… regular… average Joe.’
Average. My mother had always insisted upon me that I should be allergic to average, yet her guidance had somewhat failed. Fast forward to adulthood, I’m somewhat haunted by that word – average – but know exactly what these women are talking about. A bright, spark style moment comes to me as I glance over and from the corner of my eye see the chit and chatter amongst themselves with a copy of the magazine I work for in hand. It’s right then and there that my head seems to become overwhelmed with the heat of ideas rushing around it (or perhaps it’s just the bleach which after years I still haven’t become used to) and I need to get to work.
Yelling out to Giovanni; hair stylist of the century, that I’ll be back in under 30 minutes for my rinse and blow-dry – it’s a hectic rush out into the main street where I manically hail down a cab and dash back to the office like a madwoman. Taking the stairs rather than the elevator as the cue is horrendous and I don’t have that kind of time to waste, I burst into the editor’s office with absolute zero care for the meeting he’s currently conducting and announce louder and prouder than a child opening a Christmas present early about the idea I’ve concocted that will turn Ms magazine around. Hopefully. Or at least for the next issue we’re struggling to come up with content for.
“Daddy! Men. That’s what women want. Average men”, I huff out, feeling the foils begin to fall down my hair as I take a seat.
“The readers want men – they want obtainable, average men. Not that Hollywood showstopper stuff that was huge in the 90s.The kind you find in bookstores and on train stations and walking their dogs after work. Teachers and lawyers and fitness instructors and… just average Joe’s. Fuck the keto diet recipes and what we’re predicting the hottest shades of lipstick will be for 2019 – if we want to sell magazines we need to bring back the number one topic and reason why people brought Ms in the first place. Men. They brought it because of how we marketed men… oh and ughhh..”, I’m out of breath and a stitch has knotted in my waist, “I need a drink or something and remind me to never, ever, again.. take the stairs.”
Carson Meyer’s POV
Eyes widening to watch as the junior writer collapses into a spare seat on the other side of my desk with a loud clap I call my current meeting adjourned and ask the senior writer who’s already here, working on a multitude of other projects to stay – eventually shifting my focus and attention onto Holly who looks like a hot mess but not the worst she’s ever been.
It’s not often that she comes into work with this much enthusiasm. Or what I believe I can deem as being enthusiasm. So, after having her sip on some water she groans about wishing was wine, I turn to Robin who has been sitting quietly; arms folded across her chest giving me a ‘you’ve got to be freaking kidding me’ look and smile.
“Men – just a simple idea and concept….. thoughts Robin?”
#liam dun#matt bomer#amy adams#Robin Anderson#oc rp#oc role play#rp#role play#original character#ms or miss
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Robin Anderson's POV
"Holy!" The perfect blend of mockery and amusement half jokingly slip out of my lips as I keep the rest of thoughts to myself. Eying the 5ft 7, blue eyes junior who writes mediocre article that no hair dye or makeover could save her from embarrassent but then again, she is pushing it to a whole new level.
"Of course that's what women want, where have you been? Were you writing for a child magazine?" Shooting our daddy (which by the way it's such ridiculous nickname) another are you freaking kidding me look before I pull my phone and begin emailing some useful contacts.
"Just nerds won't be enough. People like noises, lists, comparison. Do a nerd vs muscles, photos of a bunch of Clark Kent in glasses and Hercules in the gym. Run some pros and cons, men who are knight in shining armor and well, I don't know the dudes who could fix your laptop?"
One nonchalantly glance at my editor, Carson Meyer- a man over 50s yet enjoying the prime year of his life with women half his age calling him daddy on speaker phone or hiding somewhere in his office as if we are blind. Nonetheless he's once a legend, a visionary till he's become the weary Daddy of Ms.
"Unlike some people, I actually have zillion of things to do because I deal with all the ads on top with the featured columns!" Gesturing with my chin, one of my personal assistant is now on stand by next to the princess in foils, "Brainstorm, make the list, gather information, hire what's necessary. Liam knows the drill, if he says no then don't do it. If you have questions, ask Liam."
Sparing 10 minutes of my valuable time is more than generous but the grin and raise of brows from Meyer suggests otherwise. "Of course, my door is always welcome if you need help." Muttering it under deep breath, I uncross my legs, heels click on the hardwood floor and make my way out. "And you might want to ......." Fingers in the air and pointing at her indescribable mess, I select my next sequence of words carefully. "... look decent again before returning back to work, we have high profile clients coming in and out of the office."
Phone buzzing and quick read of emails and text, I deliver the good news of firefighter and gym instructor are available for interviews while the junior who has rushed the idea in front of us less than half an hour ago is still sitting like a lost and overexcited child in an amusement park.
Great, this is our future. Terrific!
Ms or Miss? (closed RP)
Holly Vega’s POV
‘I’m not after a Hollywood heart throb or some Calvin Klein underwear model chiselled from stone. I just want an average guy – y’know; one who’s a little easy on the eyes, a sweetheart, works a normal job, has a few quirky habits, that I can take home to meet my parents. Just your… regular… average Joe.’
Average. My mother had always insisted upon me that I should be allergic to average, yet her guidance had somewhat failed. Fast forward to adulthood, I’m somewhat haunted by that word – average – but know exactly what these women are talking about. A bright, spark style moment comes to me as I glance over and from the corner of my eye see the chit and chatter amongst themselves with a copy of the magazine I work for in hand. It’s right then and there that my head seems to become overwhelmed with the heat of ideas rushing around it (or perhaps it’s just the bleach which after years I still haven’t become used to) and I need to get to work.
Yelling out to Giovanni; hair stylist of the century, that I’ll be back in under 30 minutes for my rinse and blow-dry – it’s a hectic rush out into the main street where I manically hail down a cab and dash back to the office like a madwoman. Taking the stairs rather than the elevator as the cue is horrendous and I don’t have that kind of time to waste, I burst into the editor’s office with absolute zero care for the meeting he’s currently conducting and announce louder and prouder than a child opening a Christmas present early about the idea I’ve concocted that will turn Ms magazine around. Hopefully. Or at least for the next issue we’re struggling to come up with content for.
“Daddy! Men. That’s what women want. Average men”, I huff out, feeling the foils begin to fall down my hair as I take a seat.
“The readers want men – they want obtainable, average men. Not that Hollywood showstopper stuff that was huge in the 90s.The kind you find in bookstores and on train stations and walking their dogs after work. Teachers and lawyers and fitness instructors and… just average Joe’s. Fuck the keto diet recipes and what we’re predicting the hottest shades of lipstick will be for 2019 – if we want to sell magazines we need to bring back the number one topic and reason why people brought Ms in the first place. Men. They brought it because of how we marketed men… oh and ughhh..”, I’m out of breath and a stitch has knotted in my waist, “I need a drink or something and remind me to never, ever, again.. take the stairs.”
Carson Meyer’s POV
Eyes widening to watch as the junior writer collapses into a spare seat on the other side of my desk with a loud clap I call my current meeting adjourned and ask the senior writer who’s already here, working on a multitude of other projects to stay – eventually shifting my focus and attention onto Holly who looks like a hot mess but not the worst she’s ever been.
It’s not often that she comes into work with this much enthusiasm. Or what I believe I can deem as being enthusiasm. So, after having her sip on some water she groans about wishing was wine, I turn to Robin who has been sitting quietly; arms folded across her chest giving me a ‘you’ve got to be freaking kidding me’ look and smile.
“Men – just a simple idea and concept….. thoughts Robin?”
#oc#oc rp#role play#robin anderson#serious sarcastic but she gets shit done#clients love her#original character
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Your drunk uncle what? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SENSE8 / SEASON TWO ( 02.08 – 02.11 )
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“I didn’t think I could be any more confused by you but congratulations, you found a way.”
“I’m doing what I have to do to survive.”
“One of these days, that shit-for-brains is going to realize that dropping you was the sorriest, stupidest mistake he’s ever made.”
“I’m practicing for my future as a homeless, unemployable failure.”
“You can’t understand what it’s like to lose everything.”
“If anyone should be on the bed crying, it should be me.”
“Can any marriage really survive secret-keeping?”
“Do you want to tell him everything in order to make him tell you everything, or do you want to tell him because you’re in love with someone else?”
“Without lies, life would be too hard.”
“You’re so smart, but you are so wrong.”
“I get completely confused with timezones.”
“I love listening to men try and express their feelings.”
“Do you believe you can ever really know someone?”
“If something happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”
“If he knew it was a trap, why wouldn’t he ask for help?”
“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere more private.”
“I’m going to enjoy scraping you off my shoe like the dog shit you are.”
“You will come to regret not dying tonight.”
“I’m getting some serious glare and stare action.”
“A drunk uncle asked if I still had a penis.”
“I think it might be time for me to get a headache and bow out like the coward I am.”
“I really think it would be best for everyone if you had one of your mysterious headaches and left early.”
“That night was the longest and the loneliest I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Cancer is also natural, so naturalness in itself should not be considered a virtue.”
“I’m just suggesting there are better uses for a mind like hers.”
“Sometimes all we need is a bit of time.”
“I was just shining a light upon a situation that normal people in their normal lives prefer to avoid.”
“I read people talk to themselves when they know no one cares what they have to say.”
“This is what happens when you think you can outsmart the law.”
“He did it for no other reason than the gratification of his male ego.”
“Apologies for the theatrical misunderstanding.”
“I know sometimes I say things I shouldn’t.”
“I don’t care about rules, about what’s right or wrong.”
“Should a man in his condition really be drinking?”
“You mean less to me than the shit I took this morning.”
“I’m afraid I will always be alone because I don’t know how else to be.”
“Gay men are supposed to only be about their cocks.”
“If all the world’s a stage, then identity is nothing more than a costume.”
“Don’t poison it with your fucking literary bullshit.”
“There’s nothing more frightening than having a dream come true.”
“If your dream isn’t worth the risk, what is?”
“Your whole life, every really good day and every truly bad day, has been preparing you for this moment.”
“Nothing good ever happens when people care more about our differences than the things we share in common.”
“There are times where the only choice you have left is to defend yourself.”
“Cars don’t blow up like they do on TV.”
“I don’t know about you but I’m fricking dead.”
“There’s never a dull moment, that’s for sure.”
“Is this our life now? Is this our new normal?”
“Every day stuff will happen to you. Some of it will be good, some of it will be bad.”
“Choice is less about what happens than it is about how we deal with it.”
“You can’t change the world on an empty stomach.”
“I cannot tell you more because it will only put you at risk.”
“I’m sure it speaks volumes about my poor choices, my own dishonesty, indecency, and general lack of good character.”
“There are only two sides to this world: with me or against me.”
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Make a beautiful ending or beginning (or both) of a story 😙
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