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

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?

[wouldbecricket]

[There are many things on Archie's mind right now and somewhere between "I hope no one lynched Regina" and "WHAT DID THEY DO WITH MY DOG???" he has to think one thing:

Life was such more simpler when he was a cricket.

And also Cora's bondage skills are really shitty and he's getting a cramp.]

Look, I don't... don't know what you're expecting to get out of me or what you want, but I'm not gonna talk. So you can do what you want to me, but I don't plan on helping you hurt anyone in this town.

[unhand]

[OH COME ON YOU'VE ALREADY BREACHED CONFIDENTIALITY ONCE WHAT'S ANOTHER FEW TIMES?

Hook puts down the file and starts towards him, hook glittering menacingly.]

It's not just anyone I want to hurt. It's Rumpelstiltskin.

[wouldbecricket]

[NO. HE HAS A CODE.

AND THAT CODE SADLY INCLUDES RUMPELSTILTSKIN...]

Doesn't matter. What you and your friend have planned is probably worse than what he's doing. I want no part of it.

[Stupid stubbornly loyal cricket.]

[unhand]

Cora? She's not my friend. We don't have the same things planned. I want the Dark One dead. She's... [He's not sure. Mother-daughter bonding from hell, or something similar.] Worse.

[But Killian doesn't suck quite enough to spill all his plans just yet. Instead, he presses the tip of his hook to Archie's neck, hard enough to pierce the skin, though only barely.}

Where does he keep the knife?

[wouldbecricket]

[Archie flinches as much as he can without making it worse and plants his feet a bit lest he lose his balance. Really, Cora, you could have tied him up in a completely less awkward way.]

Knife? I don't know anything about that. [He realizes that much is a lie and rephrases.] Not as far as where he keeps it, anyway. Or if he even has it here. I don't know.

[He takes a moment to compose himself from sheer panic and tries to steer the conversation away. He doubts Hook's gonna like that much but there are more important things.] What... What do you mean worse?

[unhand]

[Yeah, Hook doesn't particularly like that. He digs his hook in a little harder, twisting it, a little to make it hurt more.]

If you don't tell me anything useful, you'll never have to find out.

[wouldbecricket]

[OH MY GOD, HOOK. THAT IS RUDE. He yelps pathetically.] I already told you, I don't know. [He pants a little, desperately, and while it's sort of chickenshit to break after one HOOK PRODDING, he has to consider the ramifications of what happens if they kill him. They'll hurt someone else, maybe kill someone else, pin it on Regina again, and he can't handle that guilt. He wouldn't have to handle it, of course. He'd be dead, but it's still not something he wants to be responsible for. The entire town turning against Regina, maybe even killing her.]

He has a shop- the antique shop. It might be there. [Except he knows better than that. Rumpelstiltskin's not exactly easy to trick.] If it's not, I don't know what to tell you.

[unhand]

[It's a start. At the very least, it's somewhere to find him. Killian pulls his hook out of Archie's neck, giving him a disdainful look.] There's a good little bug. There's got to be more, though. The knife can't be it.

[wouldbecricket]

[His jugular vein thanks you for that, Hook. Unfortunately, he still has a wrist cramp. He shifts as best he can to try to get rid of it.] Why is this so important?

[Look, if you got everyone together and said "who here has been victimized by Rumpelstiltskin," half the town would raise their hand. And no one tries to kill the guy. It's a thing.]

[unhand]

He took my hand. [And more, but if he just out and said it, he probably wouldn't need a therapist so badly.]

[wouldbecricket]

That can't be the only thing.

[The line starts at "ruined my life" behind Regina, Hook.]

[unhand]

It's not enough? [Because it seems like a damn good reason to him.




Oh, right, torture!]

If you don't start talking, you could get some first hand experience.

[wouldbecricket]

[kjsdfklsjdlsk] What exactly do you want me to tell you? Rumplestiltskin does not give out information about himself willingly. He's definitely not the type to come to therapy.

[Archie takes a moment to calm down from his near panic attack.] I understand that he's clearly hurt you. Deeply. Probably more than you'll admit to me. But killing him is not the answer.

[unhand]

Surely you've noticed something. Who he spends his time with. Where he goes. What he cares about. [He clenches his good fist angrily.] Killing him's only the grand finale. First I hurt him.

[wouldbecricket]

You're going to hurt another innocent person just to get back at him?

[Let's just talk about this, Hookchans. :c] Over your hand?

[CALLING BULLSHIT.]

[unhand]

[DEFENSIVELY:] What's wrong with that?

[wouldbecricket]

It just seems a little extreme. [...Well, it does.]

[unhand]

[Hook snarls and slams his hook into the wall an inch away from Archie's face, then leans in close.] Suppose I forgot to mention the bit where this was moments after he ripped out the heart of the woman I loved.

[wouldbecricket]

[IOSJDKLSJDLSKDASL

Yeah, keysmash is the only way to basically describe the sound Archie just made.] That... I can see where you might be upset about that, but killing him will not bring her back. It won't bring you peace.

[LOOK, HE'S A CONSCIENCE. THIS IS WHAT HE DOES.]

[unhand]

[He smiles viciously. And yes, he is still all up in Archie's personal bubble.]

No. I don't get that until I die.

[wouldbecricket]

[Archie stammers awkwardly for a few seconds, because wow what is personal space.]

Would you... Do you wanna talk about this?

[Bro, I think you need a suicide hotline and I am a qualified professional.]

[unhand]

[Wow this is so awkward. Hook isn't moving back at all but he is looking... flummoxed. This is not how interrogations are supposed to go.]

...why? What's there to say?

[wouldbecricket]

[AND I LOOK AT HIM.

AND HE LOOKS AT ME.

AND I LOOK AT HIM.

AND HE LOOKS AT ME.

AND I LOOK AT-]

It just seems like you have a lot to get off your chest about this. A lot of feelings you've maybe buried and turned to hatred and anger to hide from. Maybe if you talked it out, you might find a better way to approach this situation.