OPEN RP 2.0

[effulgent]

Now that I have your attention, this is my new open RP post! Mostly because my old one was getting a little crowded and I want to play ALL THE MASSIVELY COOL PEOPLE on my muse list who I keep not playing/not even giving userpics. So this is the ~experimental zone~ where I try new people and new things.

SO! Here's how it works.

1. Pick one of your characters.
2. Post a comment with an image or a gif or a poem or nothing at all idgaf make me do all the work without inspiration if you want.
3. Put the name of one of my characters or tell me it's my choice.
4. I will respond both with the character of your choice and with someone COMPLETELY NEW AND UNEXPECTED because seriously it's ridiculous how many of these people I haven't used.
5. FUN WILL BE HAD.

Now go forth! Comment! I may be slow as balls on some of these people BUT I WILL PLOD AHEAD. AND EVEN GIVE THEM USERPICS AND SHIT. JUST WATCH ME.

Comments

give me the hook!

[itswhoyouare]

[unhand]

[Killian probably should have stopped stealing now that he's in this brave new world. Being good in a fight didn't count for much when the other side had guns, and being a one-handed man in outlandish clothes tended to make for a recognisable thief. It wasn't long before he started attracting attention of bigger law enforcement agencies than the Storybrooke sheriff's department. Perhaps it would have been helpful to understand the concepts behind security cameras.

Which is why he's now sitting, handcuffed, in an interrogation room, doing his best to look innocent.]

It wasn't me.

BONUS EXTRA CHARACTER

[xanatos]

[As usual, there is lots of mystery and controversy surrounding David Xanatos. It's not surprising at all that he's suspected in the recent theft of files containing information about a secret government weapon project. But he's perfectly cordial to the detective sent to investigate him. Probably because he's glad it's not Elisa Maza on the case. No, he'd have acted equally polite to anyone who came to investigate him because he claims he has nothing to hide.

More accurately, it's all hidden too well for him to worry about nosy detectives coming across any evidence of wrong-doing. He leads Detective Morasca to his office.]

Would you like drinks or anything? Owen can bring you something.

WILD GUESS

[wouldbecricket]

THIS WILD ENOUGH?

[bighead]

[Dib's come to Maine following some rumors within the Swollen Eyeball Network about some magical activity there. Of course, he'd made sure the Earth wouldn't be in danger while he was gone. He'd made Gaz solemnly swear to call him or stop Zim WHATEVER THE COST. Okay, she hadn't so much solemnly sworn as said "Whatever" and punched him, but he was pretty sure it qualified.

He parachutes down from a helicopter he's borrowed and lands, looking pretty cool if he does say so himself. Then he peeks out from the alley in which he lands, catching sight of a man... and a dog.

Suspicious.

He bursts out of the alley, runs towards the man and stops right in front of him, looking as threatening as a tiny boy with a big head can.]

Are you a witch? Huh? ARE YOU?

JK here you go

[nostrings]

[With the curse broken and magic restored, August finds himself no longer a puppet. He also finds himself with friends and family from so long ago that both know who he is and how he's failed in his duties towards Emma. But those duties are over now. She believes, she's reunited with her parents, and...

He's not sure if he can bear to be reunited with his father now. Not when Geppetto will actually know who he is.

So he does what he always does when the responsibility gets too great. He tries to sneak away.]

kekekeke can you guess?

[notaroundme]

i may have guessed wrong

[rotinaj]

[This probably isn't the right hospital to steal blood bags from.

The doctors may all be too busy (or too compelled) to notice a few teens coming in and getting a snack, but the Janitor is never busy. That might explain all the unmopped floors around the hospital, actually...

Right now, he's in the closet next to the blood fridges when he hears some noise that makes him come out.

There's a stuffed, dead squirrel on his head.

Don't comment on it. :| ]

What are you doing?

ok ok better guess BUT THERE ARE LIKE THREE OTHER CHARACTERS IT COULD BE TOO

[bigbad]

[They'd ordered take-out. It's a little risky because people always get suspicious when pizza boys go missing on their rounds, and it'll be very clear which house he went to last, but that's okay. It isn't their house.

The pizza boy's lying dead on the floor, and Spike has settled in with the actual pizza. He slides her the box.]

As much fun as hunting is, you've got to admit this is bloody satisfying.

August

[twopumpsvanilla]

[nostrings]

[August has his typewriter out and is hanging out in a cafe in New York, typing up stories. Okay, so his version of writing mostly involves writing up the histories of his friends back in the Enchanted Forest more than actually making things up, but the rest of the world doesn't need to know that. It's a living.

He's taking a short break to look around when his eye happens to catch Kate's. He shoots her a grin.]

gimme anyone

[thedarling]

le picture

SURPRISE

[professionalwizard]

[She's a bit younger than Harry's usual clientele, but she's got money, and Harry needs it. Plus, she's a young girl who needs his help. Harry's always had what he'd refer to as a chivalry and what Murphy'd refer to as chauvinism. Whatever it was, it made it hard for him to say no when a girl asked for his help.

Which was too bad, because he was pretty sure this girl a few cards short of a full deck.]

You want me to find a way to Neverland. You mean with Peter Pan and Captain Hook and all that? [The Nevernever is easy enough for him to get to. But he's pretty sure that's not what the girl is looking for.]

still anyone!

[ratherdisheveled]

another picture

idk the character so /makes things up

[ladysarmor]

[Why is Princess Etain at Winterfell? Idk she just is. And Sansa's sitting with her as a bard sings a merry ballad about romance and love and all that fun stuff. Sansa leans towards her conspiratorially.]

I'm soon to be of an age to marry. I hope it's like the songs.

anyone, again.

[afraid_ofme]

<a href="http://i.imgur.com/zezGi.jpg>omg picture</a>

excuse me while I half make more shit up

[exdemon]

[Anya's taking a working vacation to Panem. It's a land that's just bursting with slighted women and really, what more can a vengeance demon ask for? Of course, here slighted is less by boyfriend cheated on me and more my boyfriend killed my sister on reality tv type stuff, but she was hardly picky. She'd made her way to District 13 using her powers to make them not question what a stranger was doing in their midst. She wasn't a spy after all. Hell, she might even give them a little help, if they made the right wish.

Okay, so her wishes didn't usually turn out well for anyone. But they'd turn out worst for the person they were aimed at. Usually.

She made her way to the hospital bedside of one of the former victors. Johanna, according to the clipboard at the bottom of her bed.]

Hi! I'm Anya. I'm here for your Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder counseling? Please, feel free to tell me anything.

HOOK. Surprise THIS IS TOTALLY CANON OKAY thread.

[wouldbecricket]

SCREAM

[unhand]

[Cora had left Killian to it, trusting in his ability to make the cricket sing without her help. Killian was fine with that. He'd always been better at getting his hand dirty.

He hasn't even started yet. He's just pointedly sharpening his hook and leaving Hopper ungagged, though still tied up sexily. He raises his gaze after a moment and looks at him.]

You'll talk sooner or later. Question is, are we doing it the easy way? Or the entertaining way?

Doyle and Spike .::. Gay Chicken

[dublinbrogue]

[uncurse]

[unhand]

[Emma's hand is at Hook's throat, but she's not pushing him away. With Emma, that's about as close to leaping in his arms as he can get. It makes him grin and bite her lip before pressing back into the kiss. It's about bloody time they did this. Everything feels right now. Maybe it's because of how much work it took to get her here, but he thinks she tastes better than the other women he's had this century. Or maybe it's her modern world breath mints. Brilliant invention, those.

He slides his hook through one of her belt loops and pulls her hips against his. She can try and keep her distance above, but below he fully intends to let her feel how much he wants her.]

adrian. yeah, yeah, i said it was gonna be predictable.

[watcherjunior]

First the good news
It's gonna feel very nice
Then the bad news
You gotta pay a heavy price

predictable and BEAUTIFUL

[badinfluence]

[The first thing Adrian notices is that his head is pounding. That's not particularly unusual for him. Usually his solution is to drink until that pain goes away.

What's more unusual is the bright sunlight shining through the window. It's the middle of the vampire night. Normally when he drinks this much, he wakes up in the middle of the vampire day, when the sun is down.

But considering the naked human in bed with him, perhaps there's a logical explanation for that.

Adrian considers it for a moment before coming up with a clear and concise response to sum up his feelings.]

Balls.

[uncurse]

There is nothing, measurably, wrong with Emma's life. Queen Regina is a name she's only familiar with by the reputation attached to it, not by the woman it belongs to, who hasn't seen their land for many years now. She was banished, shortly before Emma's birth.

Twenty-three years later, the kingdom has found a kind of peace. Emma has grown up among family, and grown to be as kind and forgiving as her mother, as doggedly adventurous, brave and optimistic as her father, with the strength of them both. She's grown up with the easily influenced Pinocchio to drag into her rebellious ventures, and with the gentle-handed guardsman Graham to protect her from her own foolishness. And he's pleasant enough, and he's saved her family, and her heart feels warm with him close but she's comfortable and she has grown restless, with an itch to share in the adventures that her parents had in their youth. A story of her own, not something only found in books and recited memories.

She wants more than sitting in her window and staring out at the world that her parents have fought to keep safe for her; she wants her own story to begin.

[unhand]

Finally, Hook has made it out of Neverland. Twenty-four years ago, he missed his chance, and feared it would be another century or so before he found another way, but no. It only took a decades, this time. And now, finally, his quest for revenge is so close to complete that he can taste it.

But first, he needs gold. There are goods and services that can't be stolen and he needs to figure out where Rumplestiltskin's dagger is hidden. He needs to hire on men to replace those that were killed by Lost Boys or deserted him because the quest for revenge was less rewarding than a quest for stolen treasure. Luckily, he's quite adept at stealing the treasure he needs to pay for these things.

The easiest route would be to steal from peasants and carriages, but if Hook were in it for easy, he'd have given up on his revenge long ago. He has no interest in taking the few petty valuables from someone who doesn't have much else. Not when there's a castle filled with treasure just waiting to be dipped into by clever pirates.

It won't be easy, of course, but Queen Snow White and her Prince Charming have grown far too comfortable in their quiet kingdom. The wall that's closest to the treasury, according to the castle blueprints he's managed to obtain, is practically unmonitored. At dusk, when he's getting ready to climb, he spies Princess Emma sitting by the window, but no one else. Easy.

He scales the wall easily enough, though he starts trying to move more quietly as he passes the princess' room. All he wants is to slip by and find his way to the treasury. If all goes well, she won't even hear the quiet scrape of hook on rock as he goes by.

I have a feeling I know who you'll pick for at least one.

[wholeman]

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told.

— nursery rhyme

for your other choice! whoever he or she is.

[wholeman]

There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but

fair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wears

a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she

is kind and very clean without
ostentation -

but she has
no imagination

And there's a
turbulent moon-ridden girl

or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers

and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs

but she is not kind.

— Denise Levertov, In Mind