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"I did buy quite a few." Lena admitted, laughing. She wasn't a naive, young idiot- not anymore. She knew the timing was on her side; who really paid attention to a has-been rockstar anymore? It must've been a stroke to his ego, still having a fan, even if she probably wasn't like the women he used to get when he was on the road (perhaps she could've been, back then). "I still have all the CDs, I just thought that it would be a little too much to bring them over for you to sign. I would definitely accept your number now, if it's still on the table." And she got attention from her life-long celebrity crush; It felt like everyone won. "Gosh, I hope this is not too intimate to ask, but do you still talk with the rest of the band?"

His eyebrows raised as far up as they went, smile only really widening the more she spoke. "Absolutely not." He feigned serious, shaking his head, "I insist on being the one buying the drinks. How many albums and t-shirt and shit did you buy throughout the years? I mean, it's like I'm using your money if you think about it." Jack chuckled, moving in closer to poke at her ribs. As if he was teasing an old friend and not someone he barely met. "You should have told me, I could have given you an autograph, or you know, my number. Whichever one you preferred."

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"I came to see you, actually. I hope this isn't too weird, or, or, pathetic, or..." Lena chuckled nerviously, realizing how bizarre the whole thing must look from the outside. She was glad he had approached her, because she wasn't sure she would've ever built the courage for it to happen the other way around. "I was just the biggest fan of you, back in the day. Last time we met, I was too shocked to say anything about it, but... I was hoping I could be the one buying you a drink, hear a story about the old days?"

open to: m/w/nb. 21+ age gap encouraged.

character: jack holloway. 48. former rockstar turned person who actually needs therapy but is going for lots of alcohol and drugs instead. lowkey charming. highkey needs help. no u cannot fix him, but u can both try and/or make him worse!

plot: jack goes up to a person he sort of recognizes in bar. is he punching above his belt? is this actually awkward? is it mutually fucked up? u decide.

connections: could be like his son's/nephew's/daughter's bff/gf/bf. actually famous person he recorded a feature for/let sample his music. idk someone who once came up to him to ask for an autograph for their mom or someone who just hooked up with him before bc he could share drugs. worlds ur oyster. no incest tho

"oh, hey." he smiled, sliding his way to the spot besides them at the bar. "what are you doing in a place like this? aren't you too cute for a bar this shitty?" a small soft laugh rolling off his lips as he looked down at them, eyeing their empty glass. his own drink was, by now, already halfway done. "you thirsty? i could buy you another one of those."

#soccer mom vibes

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"A bigger target for what?" Kayla moved away quickly enough for him not to lay on her heel as he dropped to the floor. "Stop it, stop that! You're making the elevator move." The woman fixed her hair on the mirror, paying little mind to the panicking man. "It won't fall, we just gotta wait until someone notices. Does anyone care about you enough to realize you're missing?"

@th-angelical got zeke stuck in an elevator

"god, jesus, oh my god." he wasn't freaking out, he was not freaking out about being stuck in an elevator, he just— "we should lay down, yes, we should lay down on the floor." he was already doing it. "if the elevator falls it expands our center of mass or makes us a bigger target, or, something, i don't know, i saw this in a movie."

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@pcrfectillusicn

"So... I heard that you're a great reporter. You must have already guessed why I called you here." Arthur had waited for the waiter to bring their wine to the table before speaking, wanting to avoid unwanted listeners as much as possible. "You are not the only one with ears everywhere, you know? But, since I am a firm believer in free press, I figured we might have a conversation before that piece I hear you're writting comes out. Just so you can ask me directly about any kind of accusation you might have been thinking on doing on the papers." The man took a sip of his wine, then gestured at her with open hands. "Ask away, then. With one condition, though: I ask for everything that is said here to be off the record."

#pcrfectillusicn #I hope this is okay! #feel free to tell me if you'd want me to hange anything #also arthur is a crime lord! but he has never been convicted or accused of anything so he keeps a pretty clean image #(if you don't want her to be writing an article on her #he could've gotten that info wrong!)

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Open to: everyone

"Okay, so let's say I do your homework. Just for the sake of the argument." Nina raised her eyebrows, almost annoyed. "What's in for me?"

#1x1 rp #open rp #indie rp #1x1 #open starter

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Andrew hadn't realized the way his breath had caught on his chest until he heard her speak, releasing him from the spell that had bounded his judgement. She didn't send him away. The bride-to-be had not invited him to stay, either, but for now, it was enough to him. "I came to understand that most things are better if they are done when they are not supposed to." He smiled, and his smile there was something else, something more playful. "Well, it was made on my own vineyards, so that should be a strong point in favor." He didn't have the kingdom, but up in the North, he had his plot of land that was unarguably his. Not his brother's, not his parents. "So? Was I right?" She looked gorgeous; so gorgeous, in fact, that Andrew became convinced that not only his father had a favourite son, but God as well; and in neither case, the chosen one was him. "I was thinking about sending you a hundred boxes of it, as a wedding present. But then I realized that it wouldn't be courteous to make a present, without trying to make sure that the receiver will appreciate it. So tell me, for the sake of being a good gifter... what is it that you like?"

alexandria felt very exposed in that moment. she had her undergarments on underneath her robe but those two layers were all that separated her from him. it was not enough layers to be proper. not to mention, they were alone and unchaperoned. she wondered where her ladies had gone to that would allow him to sneak in. she stood up, turning to see the cup in his hand. without thinking much of it, she took some steps forward until she was standing in front of him, "wine, at this late hour?" she asked, looking into the glass , "what makes this the best i've ever tasted?" she continued, though she had already raised her hands to rest over his on the cup.

#gctawaygirl

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"Working in the horror industry... is harder than I thought. It's not you, is the whole screaming and crying... And I don't mind it, I really don't, but some scenes are really wrecking, Brent." She sighed. "I guess what I'm saying is, if we are going to keep doing this for another year... I'll need a little more support." She raised her hand, defensibly, before he could say anything. "It's not that you're doing anything wrong now. It's just that, for the future, I think having a mental health advisor on set, or, I don't know, something." Trisha was almost embarassed for asking. It was logical, wasn't it? But few things were logical in their work. "I know it's going to add on the cost of production. Do you think I'm worth that?"  

He rolled his eyes at her words, even if he had, in fact, been the one to say he was a lot, that didn't mean she could agree. Not without a reaction anyway. "Of course," coming out with a small scoff. Her next few words forcing him to raise an eyebrow at her. Of course there had to be something, right? There always was, "I can try." was the honest answer, though not a great one, he knew, "I won't accuse you of being a diva, I promise." Just think about it. "What is it? What do you want?"

#whileurmine

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"I know how you are!" And by that she didn't mean a cheater, obviously not, but rather... obsessive. "What if you focus on your new movie so much you forget about me?" Now Trish was full-on crying, not a coherent thought in her mind. "Oh my God, what if she's a better actress than I am? And what if you fall in love with her just like you fell in love with me?" She shrieked, unconscionable. "Who is she? Is it Anya Taylor-Joy? Oh! it is, isn't it?"

Brent blinked, once, twice, five hundred times in quick succession, staring at her as if she had lost her mind. "What the fuck are you talking about, Trisha?" was the only response he had to the situation at hand, "What am I? A fucking puppy? With no object permeance? I spend a few hours in the day with someone and I think I have a new owner, is that— Is that what you think?" It was the only explanation he could come up with for freak out. "We'll talk everyday, I'll just fucking call, you can fly out, I can fly you out." He shook his head, "I'm not breaking up with you, I'm just going to work."

#whileurmine #she's a drama queen alright

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@whileurmine

"You don't understand!" Trisha was yelling, her voice almost breaking, everything a little too loud for it to be considered a normal lover's quarrel. She just didn't know how to handle it. "You'll start working with some other girl, twelve hours a day, five days a week, you'll start giving her private directing sessions too!" It wasn't like she wanted Brent to pick her for the role - she was done with horror, at least for the time being. And she knew they couldn't work together forever. But the thought of him directing another woman drove her mad. Tears were clouding her gaze. "Don't you see? You'll forget about me."

#whileurmine

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Trish smiled a little. He had hitted the gold mine. Praise. In the end, wasn't that what all actors were seeking for? For it, Trish would do anything. "I think the movie is coming out great too. Even if you're right - you are a lot of work." He was also one of the best directors she had ever met, but Trish didn't want that going into his head. Her hand playing with the fork on the side of the plate. "But, if we are going to do it... I have a condition. Do you think you can hear it out without accusing me of being a diva?"

"Well..." He licked his lips. Shifting in his chair. No, Brent, didn't remember the exact words either, but that did sound like something he would say, actually. "I don't hate you, first of all, despite how often you seem like you want to shoot me and replace me for Michael fucking Bay, which, I'll have you know, is the worst thing anyone has ever—" He had to stop himself. This wasn't supposed to be a fight. It was supposed to be an offer. — Brent took a deep breath, "I think you are a lot of work. Like, a lot. But so am I. And it doesn't really matter how much work it is if it comes out looking good in the end, right? What we are doing— It's coming out really fucking good is what I mean. You are really fucking good. I want my movies to be really fucking goddamn good. I think they are a little closer to being it when you are in them."

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Trish raised her eyebrows. Not only was he not firing her, he was actually offering her a new job? "I... I mean..." Trish could barely form a coherent sentence. A job she didn't want was better than no job at all, but then again, she had considered dipping out of horror once their project was done. "I'm sorry, I just thought that you hated me and that working with me 'was proof that hell was a real place on earth'. Or, something like that. I don't remember what your exacts words were." She did remember them, but she didn't want to seem insane. "Do you like... not hate me? Or do you think I'm a good actress despite your hatred to me?"

A deep breath, as if he needed all courage he could gather. "Do you wanna be in my next movie?" Then, quickly rising his finger in the air, because he already knew she was gonna make fun of him. "Yes, it's gonna be horror, but I'm thinking of recording it in broad daylight and with no blood. It's like I have this whole vision of a place full of flowers and a girl going through change after her boyfriend and her—" He was fucking rambling already. "Actually, you should say yes or no before I share any corporate secrets with you."

#whileurmine

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"You know the answer to all those questions already." Because he had asked a thousand times, or at least, it felt like it. Also, because Gita brought it up in fights as often as it would allow her to win whatever it was that they were arguing about. "Why don't we talk about your exes for a change, uh? Was any of them good at giving head?"

@th-angelical liked this for a lesser used muse/test character (this turned out to be lyric too) character: vincent cadden. 31. rich boy. might be controlling, not easy going.

"i'm so obsessed with your ex. Is he friends with your friends? Is he good in bed? do you think about him? no, I'm fine, it doesn't matter, tell me. Is he easy-going? never controlling? well-traveled? well-read?"

#whileurmine

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Who is going to give me some heartbreak high threads? Pretty please?

#heartbreak high rp #rpc #indie rp #1x1 #1x1 rp #that new season was something #like this and I'll send you a message!

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"What is it?" Trish had the best predisposition, but Brent's words definitely didn't help her not feeling slightly annoyed. She knew she should've been looking at him, but her gaze was set on the cloth napkin in front of her, folding it and unfolding it as if that would make him want to fire her any less. "The question." Trish sighed, finally looking up. "I'll be as little as an ass as I can, and you won't need to leave."

@th-angelical liked nothing i'm just annoying.

"imma ask you a question, okay?" that's how he started, the two of them sitting across from each other. the restaurant dinner table between them. brent had yet to order anything but a glass of water. "and yes, i'll be serious, and no, i'm not kidding. but if you are an ass about it, i'll just leave, okay? is that, is that clear? are we good on that?"

#whileurmine

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It was too easy to lean on Nash, to follow him blindly as he took her somewhere else. Honestly, Bianca didn't care about anyone else whenever they were together. "You know what things turn me on." And even if the last sentence was spoken in a whisper, she still chuckled, as if she had told him some sort of joke. "Just like I know what are the things that turn you on." Her hand slided over his jeans, right on the top of his thigh.

His attention flickered to her only when she tugged at his shirt. Gaze pulled away from the guy. "I just don't like the way he was lookin' at you." And honestly if she wasn't pulling him to her that might been enough reason for Nash to cross the bar and throw a punch. "Come on." Arm around her waist as he guided her away from the stranger's line of sight, Nash settled at the corner of the bar, ordering them both new drinks. It took him a second to process her last sentence, "You want me to say bad things to you, baby?" A smirk finally finding its way to his features. "What kinda of worse things do you wanna hear?"

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"He didn't say anythin', babe." Maria was trying to descalate, a task made far more complicated due to the amount of alcohol in blood she had cursing through her vains. "Are you gonna kick his ass over nothin'?" She asked, eyebrows raised, almost in a provocation. Her hand was on his shirt, slightly tugging him closer, suddenly smirking playfully. "You could say something worse to me, it'll cheer me up."

@th-angelical is about to regret giving me a green light for starters

"what, what the fuck was that guy talkin' about?" nash asked, chest raised, frown on his features. his attention locked on the man currently smiling from the other side of the bar. he was never really any good at controlling himself when faced with absolute fucking assholes. "was he botherin' you? did he say somethin' to you?"

#whileurmine

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Open starter

Muse: Antonio De La Cruz. Label: The Cruel King. Open to: Female characters ; they can be his wife, a lover, a servant, anyone, really. More fucked up connections are welcome too, like a kidnapped princess or a prisoner of war. Go wild. ( Please we warned that Tony is a dick. He's selfish and often abuses his power. Any relationship with him will probably be toxic ).

"I just don't understand why they think any of their tragedies are my problem, and they tell me about it as if I were to give a damn." Antonio took a generous drink out of his cup, clearly still annoyed. He was chosen by God; he was an extension of him on earth, basically. Why should he care about any of his mundane subjects? " Say, what should I make over their villages? I'm thinking of tearing it all down, perhaps make a fort out of the debris."

#indie rp #open starter #indie rp starter #medieval rp #taboo rp