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Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down. Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul. With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun.
The song played softly through her headphones as the witch trotted along in the shadows. She had often heard about the "bad side of town" but it wasn't until tonight that she realized exactly where she was stumbling.
As a witch it wasn't unusual to meet her clients in places to exchange payment for potions, spells and other less appropriate things. The same could be said about ingredients she bought that weren't always so...on the nose. Privacy was very important in her work and usually it went fine.
But tonight...
Tonight felt off.
The protection spell she had cast upon herself still crackled with a burning energy keeping some of her worry down and yet the anxiety was still there beneath the surface casting a less than pleasant taste in her mouth.
Up ahead she could see the place they were to meet. The client had said it was a bar, a red door with an iron handle - to keep out undesirables, two large men stood smoking in front of the door seemingly normal, but she wasnt a fool, they were demons and she didnt like how they felt.
A glance at her watch, still twenty minutes before they would meet.
Clutching her bag she was about to move forward when a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder pulling her back. Before she could brandish the knife on her hip she heard a familiar voice hiss.
"What are you doing here?"
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No Heroes Allowed | Open
Emma hadn’t been able to get the sick feeling out of her stomach since she heard the news of his death and by now it had already been hours. Her “friends” took her out celebrating, several apparated to her to tell her personally and she matched their enthusiasm even though they kept insisting on more and more from her and soon their party was turning violent. They were acting like they had won the entirety of the war, many of them now were just going into places of business and taking whatever they wanted and walking out and no one stopped them- in fact not many shop owners seemed to even be at work today. Lots of things were broken already. Some things broken from carelessness and others broken to prove a point. They won’t be stopped. As if to bait them into fight back- but she hasn’t seen anyone push back yet. Which added to her uneasy feeling.
Now though, she was finally alone. She had offered to get some more liqueur for their nonstop party and opted to go to a place of business she knew wouldn’t be open today. Her plan was to break in, take a bunch of stuff and leave money the following day for the owners. She had no choice but to participate but she still felt awful when she broke the widow shop and the glass shattered around her. She was finally able to think though and she walked in the store, looking for a couple of cases she can bring back to her crew.
Dumbledore was dead? He had been defeated? Now honestly, Emma had never much cared particularly for the headmaster. A lot of people in the order idolized him and she felt that they talked about him like he could do no wrong as if he was what the muggles considered a god but just because she didn’t think as highly as him (he was too soft, too easy going when they were in the middle of the war) and now it made things worse. She knew that everyone in the order would basically be mourning the loss of a father figure today and she felt uneasy about that as well. Would the double agents she vouched for be able to pass this? Will she get back and will she have to watch the dark lord torture and kill Andromeda before her eyes because she can tell she’s been crying?
Emma’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned around, holding up her wand, she had been drinking and dancing and hadn’t eaten since last night so this other person would be in a better position then her but she steadied herself and tried not to let it show.
“Hello?” she whispered.
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Take Your Time But Come Back | Open Para
‘I’m sorry about the mismatched plates...my grandfather was never much one for sets.’
Eittie looked up from the salad she was tossing with two forks, each from a different set and, by the looks of it, different decades. It was clear she was nervous, her hands continually seeking occupation as she placed the humble dinner on the old worn wooden table in the kitchen. There were bowls of salads, pita breads, hummus, honey and nuts, the only things she had in her fridge. The house it’s self was as eclectic as the dinner set, the old cottage packed full of interesting vintage finds and collected objects through the life of her Grandfather. Eittie looked completely natural amongst it all, only in a wool sweater and cotton shorts, with hand knitted thick socks wrapping up to her knees. Truthfully, she looked so at home it would have been jarring to hear the nervous tone in her voice.
This was the first time she had ever invited anyone to her home, the first time she had let anyone in to see the private side of her life, to understand the reverse of the coin of who she was. The nervousness came from the fact that she knew it was entirely different to the front she pushed out into the world, the cheeky, cocky flirt did not live here, but one who was more shy, tentative and vulnerable. If anyone had thought to ask why she had invited them over, she wouldn’t have had a very coherent answer, only that at long last, she was ready for the emptiness at home to be filled, if only temporarily. Looking up from her plate as she tore apart her pita and smeared on some honey, licking her fingers after as she smiled.
‘I’m surprised you came all this way... when I texted, well... I didn’t know if you would answer.’
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Lukas was strolling through the streets of Eridanus, back to his studio, after a long day away in another sector when the streetlights began to flicker. He knitted his eyebrows together, and a strange coldness began to form in his gut. He brought his right hand out of his jacket pocket and ignited a small flame, its light dancing on the walls of the buildings in the on-and-off darkness.
He wasn’t the type to run away from danger, considering the fact he usually was the danger. But, he wasn’t ignorant, and he kept his eyes sharp in case there was something darker and stronger following him.
He was halfway to his place when he felt a rumble under his feet, and the surprise caused his flame to go out. The next things happened in a flash. He was pushed to the ground by some unknown force, shaking and shifting with the earth. The building to his left felt the same strength as well, and it shuddered alongside him, throwing debris. Lukas did the best he could to avoid the raining materials, rolling to dodge and throwing quick bursts of fire. But, eventually, the crumbling building got the best of him, and he was eventually pinned down by slabs of brick and steel.
Luckily, it fell in a righteous way where he was safe, save for his right leg, which was trapped in between two boulders. He couldn’t feel much, and he wondered if he was just stuck or if his leg was broken. He quickly glanced around to find some sort of assistance, and there was a small opening at the far right of his head. He began yelling for help, fire spraying from his mouth like a dragon, until he could not produce a flame anymore. He was left in darkness, throat scorched, and he just hoped someone would find him.
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Seize The Block
Authors Note: This is an open para. I would personally love to see it as a group para. Feel free to respond to it or message me first, the choice is yours. I just think it would be fun. Your character could be one of the racers or an onlooker. I think it would be really interesting to see another character’s POV.
The night scene in Porto wasn’t just night clubs, casinos or underground fighting. It was also a scene that Maya Alliot found that she felt more at home. A place where as a teenager she had hung out. Where she had grown as a person and learned some of the many skills she honed today. And whereas an adult she owned the streets. It was a secret talent. Well, not so secret being that Oliver had called her out on it the first week in California when she’d suddenly become the new owner of a car he’d never seen before. The smug look on her face had been enough of an answer for him. She had thought he’d be mad but after giving her a false displeasing smile he’d patted her on her shoulder with pride and told her to keep up the good work.
The radio chattered echoed into her car as Axel, a fellow racer informed them that the coast was clear. The passion in the females voice as she repeated the words seemed to raise the feeling of excitement in the atmosphere.
“Racers are a go. I repeat racers are a go. All units are on the other side of Porto Velho dealing with a structure fire in Cavado.”
Randomly the illegal races would pop up and as much as Porto Velho’s finest tried to bust them they had a hard time figuring out their locations being that they frequently changed. The officers weren’t stupid all of the racers knew that but with limited proof, there was nothing anyone could do.
It wasn’t just the warm Porto air that Maya felt as her ‘69 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 rolled to a stop in between two other cars. She could feel the enthusiasm in the crowd as music boomed but the music seemed quiet compared to the crowd that talked amongst themselves. Bets were made, shit was talked and feelings were hurt. Those who came to the races couldn’t be of faint hearts. Maya’s car was one of many that lined the streets of Downtown, Porto Velho. Racers stood by their cars some of them surrounded by women in nothing but shorts and bikini tops. As Maya weaved through the crowd she watched as a hand was sliding up the chest of a fellow racer she beat once. A blonde woman whispered in his ear. Maya was curious how much of a good time he was being promised for winning. She laughed silently to herself before nodding to Mateo, the maestro himself. The night would officially start when the man made his way up to the front of the crowd to start the first race.
On the outside, there was a racer parked at every intersection where police could be spotted. Each of them listening to the police scanners for any activity of the police heading their way. Most nights there was nothing, others they found themselves racing away. Hopefully, tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Hundreds of racers lined the streets as the first four cars lined themselves up for the first race. Mateo stepped away from the crowd of people whom he’d been talking too and walked towards Maya.
“If it isn’t my favorite speed racer. Hermoso, ¿cómo estás?
Te extrañé en la última ola.”
“También te extrañé. Estaba ocupado, pero no te preocupes. Voy a ganar esta noche.”
She said with a smile as she stepped into the man’s embracing as he led the way through the dense crowd. The closer they got towards the awaiting cars the more people there seemed to be and for a Wednesday night, it wasn’t even packed.
Yo, Alliot! You racing?
How ya doing, ma!
Sup Alliot! Nice ride!
Racers and onlookers alike welcomed her with open arms. Even if they did not like her as a person they respected her as a racer. Here there were no sides. No St. Clairs, No Rutherfords or Cavado Kings. There were just winners and losers. Men and women who came to party, show off their cars and enjoy the half naked women who hung around. Most importantly though, they came to win.
“Hey Alf,” Maya said as she came up behind the man who was standing in the semi-circle that crowded around the four racers who were still waiting for the ‘go ahead’.
“Sup, Alliot, here to lose again?” He questioned with a small smirk. Alfie Auditore was notorious in these streets. He was the Dominic Toretto of Porto Velho and last week Maya Alliot had sworn she’d come inches to beating him.
“I almost had you,” She laughed before nodding towards the cars. “I’m up at some point. I’ve got to take that Grand AM from that Vanilla Ice looking mother fucker over there.
“Someone should tell him Slim Shady called and wants his hair dye back.” A familiar voice said from behind them but Maya’s attention was pulled towards the sound of engines being revved.
Mateo pulled away from Maya and took a step forward.
“Enough! Leave MC Hammer alone. Why don’t we let him prove himself on the streets because we all already know he isn’t getting laid tonight.” The Latin man said causing the crowd to woo in unison. Mateo’s charming personality captured the crowd as he stepped towards the front of the four awaiting cars. His voice booming as he spoke. “Listen up! Okay! Listen up! We’re about to get this party started! Enough standing by your car, if you’re racing get ready!”
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Monsters University (Open)
Zelo smiled warmly as he wandered up to school. This was the place the other Imaginary Friends told him about, and he was so excited to be here. It was his first time being alone in the world, the first time all the emotions he was feeling belonged to just him. This was so different than preschool or kindergarten, he wasn't tied to a child anymore. This was going to be all him.
His excitement started to swell with worry. What if he didn't make any friends. No thats silly Eugene made friends, it did take a few weeks but he jad friends and Zelo was able to friend those imaginary. Those lucky imaginary friends who hadn't had to deal with stupid babies and their children forgetting them. Well one of them had which is why he suggested this place. He was a much older imaginary and Zelo hadn't really gotten along with him outside of playtime but since he was older he was smarter and if he believed that Zelo would have fun here and make friends then why was he worrying. This was going to be easy. Zelo stared at his map and slowly started making his was towards the front of the school.
Now to find my first class. He thought to himself as he stuck a lolli into his mouth.
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Lunch Hour | Arthur&Open
Working a desk job was never Arthur’s idea of fun. As a child he could barely sit still for more than five minutes and as an adult it had barely improved. That’s why while it seemed most sat at their desk to enjoy their lunch break Arthur was itching to go for a walk by the time his hour started. Today was the same, in that aspect, he had left at approximately 12:15 and was expected back at his desk at 1:15, or there abouts considering his managers hardly ever visited his dark corner in the office. This rendered him with just enough time to take a brisk walk and catch some fresh air.
This short hour also afforded Arthur his quiet time for the day. With five busy boys at home there was no possible way he received more then thirty seconds of uninterrupted silence, even while using the loo Percy had taken to opening the door or the twins to crawling over smacking the closed door until he opened it. Arthur loved his boys dearly, more than life itself, however he relished in the hour he received all to himself. It did guilt him a tiny bit though that their poor mother didn’t receive a lunch break, it’d be a miracle if Molly made it through the year sane.
Exiting the Ministry, Arthur made a sharp right tucking his hands deep into the pockets of his coat as he strolled down the street, dodging people hurrying up the block. The air was cool against his face and tucking his head low Arthur trudged his way up the block, cutting a left at the corner and then ducking down a narrow alley. Once into the clearing Arthur found himself across the street from the quiet park he liked to frequent during his lunch hour. Typically it was just him and the birds, just how he preferred it. Selecting a bench near the fountain Arthur stretched back, his long legs taking advantage of the much needed space before letting out a sigh of content. This was the life.
#idk if y'all do open starters but I'm assuming so??#come love me pleaaase I'm friendly I swear#paras#openparas
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Midnight Circus ~
Welcome to the Circus-tronic
Crazy Sunny Land
Welcome to the Circus-tronic
Crazy Sunny Land
One, never look back
Two, never listen to anyone else
Three, fall
Here comes the highlight of the show
Staring at the invitation that had been slipped under her door, the witch wondered just what it meant. Inside had been two tickets to the ‘MIDNIGHT CIRCUS’ and a map to the event. A glance up and down the hall showed no one else there and yet hadn’t she heard foot steps after the envelope had slid across the dorm floor?
A glance at the clock showed it had been roughly two hours since she had found the tickets and she still didn’t have a decision on whether to go or not. Despite looking on the school website, various portals and other medias she had found no information on this midnight circus which meant it could have been something dangerously shady, but it was also intriguing. If there was one thing about the witch that always posed a problem, it was her curiosity and need to discover new things, including this event.
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Fireworks ••• Amber&(OPEN)
Why was it so hard to find a place that sold fireworks? Amber had spent the better part of her week searching for a place that had a good selection of various fireworks. She’d combed all through the human village on the decision that the magical village would probably have wierd-ass fireworks that did more than just flare up and make pretty shapes in the sky. I mean, have you ever read Harry Potter? Those Weasley fireworks were chaos.
All the searching had paid off though. She was set up in the area where the school was supposed to be hosting all its New Year’s events with a picnic blanket, some simple foodstuffs, a basket full of booze, and a plastic bag full of different fireworks that could easily provide about an hour of fun when it was time to start lighting the fuses. Being drunk and handling fireworks probably wasn’t terribly responsible, but oh well!
The healer had unfortunately not thought far ahead enough to actually seek out company to celebrate the New Year with, but she was under the assumption that someone would join her eventually. After all, there had to be more solo souls meandering around looking for a group to join. Until then, she plopped back onto her picnic blanket and turned up the volume on her iPod so that the music was on its highest possible output and she could jam out openly.
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Wrong number? || OPEN STARTER
Arthur: Is this what you wanted to see, daddy?
#openstarter#openpara#openrp#opentext#open starter#gay roleplay#gay rp#open gay starter#open gay smut rp#open gay smut starter#arhur black starter#fc;niall#starters
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Diary Entry #337
Jioh sat down at his desk and opened the Journal he, and all his colleagues, had to fill everyday with what happened,he took the pen and started writing:
“Day 3 of our stakeout at Ajhumma Lee store.
After 3 long days, this morning, at the dawn, we finally saw the thief that scared the whole neighbord with his actions making me and my colleague do deep and careful investigation, spending days being sleep deprived and hungry while we left the whole situation under control.
The attacker was hiding himself behind the jars of precious 1-year-fermented-kimchi when he realized we were there, ready to catch him. The fight didn’t last long,there was no harm, despite the breaking of one of the jar of the precious Mrs Lee Kimchi, but it was worth it since we were able to caught him and put him where he deserved: in a cage.
In the report you’ll find the photo of the attacker and his small evil eyes will scary you, but he was actually harmless, a really harmless mouse....that’s why me and my colleague decided to let him go (I’m scared he run in the Choi’s farm, I hope he won’t eat their food now or we will be forced to start the hunt once again).
For today it’s all.
Regards from a tired Capt. Nam.”
After finishing his report, Jioh carefully placed the journal in a closet and got up, hitting the desk with his hands “well, it’s time for a snack” he said and he walked to his favorite convenience store to get a midnight-snack.
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Dancing with the Devil [Open Para]
Taz wiped his forehead as beads of sweat trickled down from the blazing sun overheard. He groan as he poked his shoulder, noticing the bit of pink that was a sure sign of sunburn. He reached into his bag and pulled out his sunscreen, frowning as he noticed the weight of it. Empty. He squeezed the bottle and was able to get out the small amount that was left. Pouting slightly he rubbed it over his shoulder, wandering how he was suppose to spend the rest of the day on the beach without it. He glanced around the beach and got up from his towel. He had kept mostly to his self in the last few days and he didn't know if anyone would be meeting him down at the beach. He glanced behind him to see that someone had set up their towel and bag on the beach.
looking around quickly he didn't see anyone that the bag might belong too. He walked over and noticed with glee that the sunscreen was sitting on top of the towel in plan sight. He reached for it just as he heard a cough from behind him. He froze, hand closed around the sunscreen, hoping that when he turned around it wasn't some big buff man that was going to clobber him.
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Goardwill hunting ~
'Hey you. You there with the arms.' The robotic voice from her phone called out a bit louder than normal thanks to the speaker in her pocket. 'You look nice and strong and alas I am not, could we perhaps trade strengths? A spell for you if you carry this for me? Please?'
Kat had her eyes on a rather large pumpkin to carve and use for certain rituals except she couldnt move the dang thing definitely not all the way back to her dorm. When she had spotted the other it had seemed like the right moment to "shoot her shot" for gaining assistance.
'How about it? Do we Have a deal?'
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Lara glanced up at the blue sky stretching above her, overarching the tops of all the buildings. It was a blue more vibrant than what she had been born under, yet, she was starting to get used to it.
“The sky is especially lovely today,” she said in English, her accent a mix between her learned French and native Kryptonian. Whether the person on the bench near her chose to respond was up to them.
#I don't have too many icons yet but#v | refugee on a new planet#open#openpara#open rp#man of steel rp#dceu rp#superman rp#supergirl rp#dc rp
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Rescue - Open Para
Clark gently set the person in his arms on the ground. “You’re safe now,” he said, floating slightly above the ground - he’d found that if Superman never touched the ground, it made him seem more foreign, which helped him maintain his identity. “I need to deal with the rest of the fire. Are you going to be all right?”
#openpara#open rp#superman rp#man of steel rp#bvs rp#dawn of justice rp#clark kent rp#dc rp#vmosbvs#vmosbvsrp#para#rescue
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where we went wrong // open
If it was one thing Hunter was grateful for, it was the presence of Elliot at his wedding. He adored the kind-hearted soul - even when he himself had gone crazy on him or treated him wrong. Elliot was the only person in the world who could forgive you for whatever you could have done, so Hunter wondered why he was the first to be taken. First, the brunette felt selfish; all those years of swimming in a ocean of self-pity and self-loathing when he was eventually able to swim to shore. Second, he felt useless. Never in his life was there a moment where Elliot had not been supportive, loving, there. And now he was gone, and nobody had saved him. Hunter had had that. Everyone had saved him, and although many got fed up of his silly threats and pathetic attempts to leave this earth, they all succeeded in making him okay. And here he was, at dear ole’ Elliot’s wake, sipping champagne and wondering why the hell he wasn’t there for his friend when it counted most.
The wake was held on the coast, so this meant the bench outside allowed for a beautiful view of the horizon. The boy sat, in absolute silence, accompanied simply by the glass he held in his hand, the whistle of the brisk wind and the brightened sunset. But even that was seeping away, leaving him, leaving earth. And even though it’d be back tomorrow, it wouldn’t be the same. The colours would be different, the clouds would be more prevalent and there was something less beautiful knowing this was one of a kind and it was falling between his fingertips like tap-water.
Elliot was like that. Though another troubled star would be born, destined for a dusty end in a pool of loneliness and hatred for the person he had become, it wouldn’t be Elliot. Nobody could love like he did, and nobody could make an entrance, either. That made Hunter laugh. He probably looked silly, laughing whilst he sat alone; but the thought of Elliot’s arrival at any party made Hunter’s heart warm.
A few moments passed by before Hunter was snapped out of his wallowing daze. He peaked behind him, spotting the person walking in his direction. A kind smile was shot in their direction before the brunette returned his gaze to the ever-changing sky. Apart from at his wedding, the Exchange was brought back together for a rare occasion. And that made him sad. “It’s strange, you know?” He whispered. “Like, why weren’t we there? Why didn’t we save him? He could have been saved, I know it. And none of us didn’t anything. Nothing. And now it’s too late because he’s just... Gone.”
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