#privaterp

[delilahmclaine]

Start of Private Thread

Location: Inside My Laundrette ~ Elemental Stimulus @wolfknightpoe

The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city.

She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open.

She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk towards the building, the burns on his body almost unbearable to see. She helped him inside without a word, escorting him to the farthest area from the doors. She wondered if he was still plagued by his mind, but he collapsed before she could find out. She wasn't sure what to do at first, her mind racing for ideas. Suddenly she asked if anyone had a blade, people looked hesitant, but someone gifted her a pocket knife. The blade was dulled out a bit, but that didn't matter as she brought it to her hand, and sliced it open.

She winced from the pain, but continued with her actions, turning to Vincent and shaking him slightly. She could hear his growl, clearly in pain from his intense burns. When he opened his eyes, she showed him her hand, hoping her voice would reach him. "Vincent...I need you to drink this. Please..." She shoved her hand near his fangs, biting her lip slightly as she also offered her arm. She hoped the smell of her blood provoked his wolf enough, wanting him to bite and heal.

"Bite me if you need to...Just please don't leave me. I...need you right now..." She hadn't even realized she had started crying, her hand shaking in front of him desperately.

#ccityrp #delilahomclainerp #ccityevents #ccityprivaterp #privaterp #event: titan's war #c-vincent #wolfknightpoe003 #Elemental Stimulus

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @wolfknightpoe From: Here -

Delilah looked at him curiously as he mentioned not being awake, she didn't want to pry the poor man, but she couldn't help but want to know more. She thought for a moment, trying to find the correct set of words, but instead decided to play it safe and stick to answering his question. "Well, I don't have a specialty just yet. I'm still a third-year resident, but my plan is to either work in pediatrics or trauma. The way things are in this city though, I may have no choice but to turn to trauma. There aren't really a lot of kids around in the hospital. But I guess that's a good thing." She smiled at the thought because even though she was losing valuable life skills in performing surgery on children, it meant there were fewer innocent lives at risk. She then turned the conversation back to his therapy, her curiosity too much for her.

"I hope this isn't too intrusive, but what do you mean when you say you haven't been...'awake' for a month? Do you have a sleeping disorder or something?"

#ccityrp #delilahomclainerp #ccityprivaterp #privaterp #ccityevents #ccmgala4rp #c-vincent #wolfknightpoe001

[pokeheros-drama]

"uh oh. I think we're going to have a Kendo-PrivateRp part 2 on our hands...(Cookie run roleplay)" Elaborate????

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[heidi-lx-space]

#eiza gonzalez #pedro pascal #diego luna #crackship #* #rpstuff #privaterp #lafamilia

[roankomazgeda]

@nolegacies

The free man must be born before freedom can be won, and the brotherly man must be born before full brotherhood can be won. It will come into being only if we build it out of our very muscle and bone - by trying to act it out. - Barbara Deming

The carriage wheels echoed through the streets of Nassau as Charles Vane sat on the back of it, shackled and subdued. Only his mind was free at the moment, free to carry out the thoughts in his head as he was driven to meet his final fate.  He had once promised that Nassau would be free for as long as he had drawn breath, but on this day, it was about Nassau rising for their freedom in his final breath. This day would find itself coming to terms with revelation, revolution, and retaliation; retaliation against those who would subdue them in Charles Vane’s absence. This revolution in which he found himself the default leader of would come to fruition in his sacrifice to the cause.

He did not fear death, and had come to terms with it long ago that he would someday meet death face to face with open and welcoming arms should it come early or late in his existence. As he rode in the back of the carriage, sapphire orbs scanned the crowd; meeting the gazes of peers he’d had dealings with in all of his years as a feared Captain of the port. There were friends, enemies, former enemies, lovers, all gracing him with their presence in his final moments on this plane of existence. All of them would bear witness to the death of a man who fought tooth and nail for the freedoms they all possessed in this place they called home. All of them would know by the end of this gathering, the man at the end of the rope had died, so that they all could live.

Debris was thrown his way by townsfolk, falling off his shoulders like water falling from a duck’s feathers as they neared the town center in the carriage, and his expression stonewalled them all. He would not show fear, he would not show pain, and he would not give them the pleasure of breaking him when not even slavery could. As the carriage came to a full stop, he not once looked at the men who would string him up; not giving them the pleasure of acknowledgment. Instead, his gaze fell to Eleanor, giving her a knowing look as to how he had come to be in the position he was now in, granting not even her, the true feelings behind that cold, hard stare. And just like that, his gaze moved from her, to the ground, to others in the crowd, to anyone but the woman he knew could and had always broken him down, splintered him like a mast in a storm. That turmoil he was feeling inside of him, that crashing wave of anguish to know that the only woman he had ever loved had betrayed him for her own gain once again coming to pass through his mind, and although he had known that she would turn on him, he could not hold her accountable, only himself for ever loving her to begin with.

As he was read the list of crimes that the crown would be holding him accountable for, Vane’s eyes scanned the crowd once again in his attempt to save face and prove once more to the people of Nassau that he was unafraid. His eyes met those of Billy Bones, recognizing the look plastered on his features as he took into account the idea running through his mind. He had the idea many of them no doubt had in that moment and Vane held his gaze on Billy with narrowed eyed conviction to his cause. There were other men surrounding Billy, no doubt waiting for his signal to help aid Vane in an escape attempt should he wish for it to happen. But there would be no escaping this fate today, not under his command, and as Billy looked at him with the most curious of gazes, Vane soon saw his expression drop knowingly of what he was trying to do, and the general form of sadness overtaking him as he realized that Vane was sealing his own fate for the rise of Nassau.

Charles merely shook his head to Billy, and as the rope was tied around his neck after his final speech to the masses that had gathered, he felt a sense of pride in Nassau, the feeling of unease for him by the crowd, and the sheer tension in the air that could be cut with a knife it was so thickly apparent on all of them. The noose was tightened, hair moved away so as not to interfere with the looped rope around his neck, and for a brief moment of pause, he looked around one last time at the others. When the carriage driver was told to proceed, Charles lifted his head with a sense of pride, unrelenting courage, and a sureness that things would be free once again in the place he called home. As the carriage began to move beneath his feet, he walked one foot in front of the other as he edged nearer to the end of the support beneath his legs. Taking that final step, confirming the future of Nassau, he walked over the edge and dropped as the rope caught his fall, causing him to grunt from the impact, and his feet dangled helplessly, but did not seek refuge on the ground.

The rope tightened, strengthening its hold on his neck as it gripped his larynx tightly, the weight of his form pulling him toward the ground as gravity set in to finish the job. He felt the strain of it, not in his throat, but in his eyes, his temples pounding as the pressure of the rope against skin squeezed, blood coursing through his face as the veins in the sides of his head protruded from the blood pressure rising, being cut off from the rest of his body. All thoughts left him, but his eyes caught glimpses in between not blackness, but white hot light, of Eleanor standing, staring at him in those final moments. Regardless of the betrayal she still looked beautiful to him in that moment, and still held his attention in the way only she had ever been able to. Was that a flicker of fear in her gaze? It didn’t matter anymore, as the darkness started to overtake him, and he felt himself giving in to the damage the rope was doing as it cut off his brain from the rest of his limbs, numbing his lower body slowly, but still maintaining the agony of being unable to draw breath.

What a way to fucking go.

The thought loomed in his mind as blackness finally overtook him, and he fell unconscious. His body continued to jerk and twitch out of shutting down, spasms rippling through his form as his hands and legs shook.

#billy bones #charles vane #roleplay #charlesvanexbillybones #blacksailsrp #blacksailsroleplay #privaterp #closedrp #charlesvaneoftherangerxnolegacies

[cloaked-genius-blog]

Starter for fiendishbombers (PRIVATE)

Twenty years.  It has been over twenty years since the last time he has seen his Fiendish Bombers.  Some might ask where Terrorin has been in two decades?  Some say he went into hiding, some rumored he's been locked in a solitary confinement, and most people say he's committed some of the biggest heists thanks to his time powers.  The day has come that he would travel back to Planet Bomber to reunite with the criminals he freed twenty years from the penitary.

"YOUR WILL ARRIVE AT YOUR DESTINATION SHORTLY." the GPS on Terrorin's spaceship would announce.  The emperor nodded, setting in the coordinates to slowly land at the hideout.  The time lord was starting to question how the Fiendish Bombers would react to seeing their leader once again.  Would it be a good reunion?  Or would it be the other way and be a bittersweet reunion?  His thoughts would come to a sudden halt as his ship landed at the Fiendish Bomber's hideout.  Terrorin shut off the the ship's engine as the side door would open up.  He would step out of it and approach the front door, walking rather gracefully up the steps.  Clearing his throat, he would knock on the door three times.

"Dammit.. I probably have a high bounty here on Planet Bomber.  It's just only a matter of time, but that doesn't matter.  Once I get the Fiendish Bombers reunited, we'll be an unstoppable crime force here once again."  Terrorin thought to himself, folding his hands together.  

#cloaked-genius #fiendishbombers #privaterp

[theperfectquartzwarrior-blog]

Reward (Closed Rp)

The Jasper raised her eyes, crossing her arms as she was presented with a gift from Blue Diamond, Blue’s personal Pearl, a reward for doing well and serving in the war against the rebellions. The war had ended quite some time ago, however, it surprised the Quartz, this wasn’t anything she had expected, to be gifted a Pearl, from one of the rulers of homeworld.

(for elegant-pearl *Tumblr is being a dick, won’t let me tag*)

#closedrp #privaterp #rp starter

[grifftrolls]

Fleet (privateRP)

@tavvys-trolls

Being in the fleet knew both exciting and boring moments, the boring moments were usually either during travel or when stationed on some planet. Except when it was home, every troll longed for the sweet scent of Alternian soil. 

Fortis rubbed his eyes as he looked at the 100th piece of paper, his function on this ship was to act as part of the law enforcement, one wouldn’t think it was needed but it was. Usually he’d act out judgment in case the commander was unable to, or took care of minor incidents, minor incidents usually involved paper work and sadly that tended to stack up. 

The blue blood, pushed his chair back for a moment to stretch out, he could use some coffee... 

#tavys fantrolls #Fortis replies #I suck at starters :D

[maelys-tremblay]

WTS ᚖ Semaine 137 WTS 137 ! Nouveau personnage pour un rp pv sur le airsoft ! Elle s'appelle Haruka ! ___________________ WTS 137 ! New character for a privaterp about airsoft. She's Haruka !

#2017 #Haruka #RP #wts

[delilahmclaine]

Location: Make Shift Medical Center When: A Few Days After The War @nore-lacroix

The days had passed too slowly for the Medical Staff, long shifts being passed back and forth between them to make up for those they lost. Delilah had barely gotten a wink of sleep in the past three days, picking up simple cases to avoid her Psych Eval. She didn't need some shrink to tell her that she couldn't handle being in surgery for a while. She knew she wasn't ready, but having it on paper only made it feel like a halt to her career. She sighed at the thoughts, shaking them away as she reminded herself she had a patient to attend to. Her eyes drifted to the paperwork, relieved that she wouldn't be treating another wolf, guilt settling into her stomach at the relief.

But as she walked in and glanced at Nore, she put on her signature smile, hoping to brighten the mood. "Well, hello, Ms. Lacroix. I'm Dr. Mclaine, and I will be checking on you today. If you'd prefer, you could call me Delilah or Dr. Angel. Either is fine with me." She looks at Nore's vitals, her hand moving to write down the necessary information as she did her minor check-up. With a thoughtful expression and a hard look at her chart, she turned to Nore. "How would you feel about going on a stroll? I may not get you walking today, but I think a good roll around would be fun."

#nore-lacroix001 #ccityrp #ccityprivaterp #privaterp #delilahomclainerp #c-nore #hope this is good <3

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @simonhbishop From: Here -

Delilah felt a sense of comfort knowing that Simon found her company welcoming, making her smile grow slightly as she moved some strands of hair out of her face. She felt a bit exposed without the mask, and she wasn't entirely sure why. She had never felt this way around people before, but maybe it was cause now she knew that these people could see her for what she truly was. She pushed the feeling down as his words hit her ears, making her realize he was right. Being glued to her work as much as she was, wasn't healthy, not in the slightest. She wasn't sure she could change the way she lived her life, as her only comfort has always been the hospitals and her patients.

"I know you're right...but part of me also knows that if I miss one moment, life could be lost cause I'm not there. It would..." She shook her head for a second as memories flooded it for just a moment, her smile dropping as she sighed. "I would do anything for my patients, even if it means sleeping on a cot in the hospital. I know it's not entirely the best, but it keeps them alive." She looked back up at Simon as she took a long sip of her drink. When she heard his offer, she smirked slightly at the context. She knew that he meant he would probably buy her something for her apartment, or even build it, given his large build and rough hands.

But, to any other stranger, those words may have been taken into an entirely different context. She couldn't help but giggle as she thought about it a bit more, resting a hand on his shoulder as she let him see her smirk. "I think that would be lovely, Simon. As long as you aren't just trying to make it more cozy, by getting into my pants." She joked, teasing him as she laughed aloud, making her snort lightly.

#simonhbishop001 #ccityrp #delilahomclainerp #ccityprivaterp #privaterp #ccityevents #ccmgala4rp #c-simonhenry

[pokeheros-drama]

uh oh. I think we're going to have a Kendo-PrivateRp part 2 on our hands...(Cookie run roleplay)

I dont know how to break this to you but shepherd has literally not rejected anyone wtf are you on about

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