starting the thread off. you may pick anyone here (though please keep it more lighthearted towards wes/gillian, they are infants.)
quite self explanatory!
RULES:
-don't be mean ooc, and if you're uncomfortable with anything, you should list it in your post.
-in addition, don't make your characters too harsh unless the person above specified that they're okay with that!
-put effort in your post! 4 sentences MINIMUM
-NO NSFW or severe gore. if there are no footnotes that say that this is alright, assume that it is not ok for the person. spoiler out the severe gore if you must put it in
-in addition, romance is allowed (if the other person is okay with it), but keep it to adults only
-do not skip over claims unless they have reached the 5 hour mark
-you can only post every two people, unless it has been 24 hours. i,e: (you) (x) (x) (you)
-READ CHARACTER PROFILES. this is NECESSARY
-this isn't exactly necessary but footnotes are pretty useful.
"NO, I WONT TAKE IT."
After being defeat at Dance Dance Revolution, the only arcade game Iowa actually likes, the teen falls to the floor in defeat. Normally, they would just take the defeat but, as mentioned before, this was the only game they liked. Iowa considered herself quite good at it too. But for her score to be defeat so easily... Iowa's fingers twitched on the dirty, neon floor. The air around them fell sharply in temperature and icicles formed around both Iowa and Wes. It doesn't take long for a small barrier made of ice to form around them.
Iowa suddenly gets up from the ground, her eyes suddenly a bright blue.
"B...Best two out of three. O-Or else!" Iowa trails off, thinking of a good threat to use against Wes. "Or else I'll break the machine and blame you! You'll never gather enough funds to repair it!"
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I allow violence She can probably be threatened about stealing, or being a bad kid in general
SugarBear is in the middle of a game of monopoly against the human, with both of them having nearly the same amount of money/property [your choice].
That was until he senses foul play here... he can't see it but he can smell it in the air.. he turns his eyes to the human's side.. JUST AS HE THOUGHT.. he was caught red-handed in cheating by stealing Nakri's money.
He froze, trying to process what just happened with a smile on his face.. not moving a muscle... or his eyes.. He grabbed their arm before she could pull any more trickery from his sleeve, pulling them closer to him to talk face to face, he then started to speak
"Looks like someone was caught cheating... and that's a big no-no in this game.." He said keeping his cool, his eyes gleamed with seriousness as he smiled. He then let go of his arm and allowed him to return to his seat to the table "I'm going to let you slide...for now." he then raised his index finger, with his eyes locked on to the human without blinking "but!" he said "if I catch you doing it again twice or three times..." "I'll make sure you can't run..." He said as he points to the wall, with a roll of duct tape sitting on the coffee table next by. He pops his robotic knuckles and the mood turns back to normal as if nothing had happened, then proceeded to cross his arms "now.. Let's continue shall we?"
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Sorry no violence for this one, thanks! He can be threatened if he does something wrong like not following the rules of a game/board game/video game
Scottman had spotted Nakri bring in the recording set, the tv host was impeding, for certain. He muttered some things to himself before subtly kicking down one of the recording cameras in a petty way. His fists coiled into a tight ball, his slicked back hair glinted just as dangerously as his eyes, at the moment. He shoved camera crew aside, making his way over to Nakri briskly. When he finally made it over to the bot, he snapped "You had no permission to do this...this shit!" He kept going "This is against policy and unacceptable" he growled "you best get off this here property, or I may have to call authorities" he crossed his arms, hoping Nakri would be decent enough to leave this camp alone.
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Violence is allowed
Martell wasn't opposed to working on cases late at night, but something about camp was especially off-putting to him despite everyone being evacuated from the scene. It could have been just that, but the investigator swore someone else was present. He instructed the team to continue without him as he stepped away, glancing at the body for a brief moment. Something about it bothered him, sat in the back of his mind as he 'took a breather'. The victim's cranium had a deep wound, a cruelly made puncture that was done with intent but not foresight. The rest of the body mangled. It was the camp owner, despite the killer's efforts to make him seem unrecognizable it was obvious.
The investigator stood slumped against a tree, mentally exhausted as he mulled over why someone would do such a thing, fixedly thinking about who replaced the owner. Something felt strange to him, something about killing the owner without any rhyme or reason. Maybe some childish grudge was the cause, some rivalry, hatred, something. But the guy seemed to be pretty well liked, wasn't he? Martell sighed heavily, staring down at the ground, decaying leaves. All of that pondering was up to the detective, not him though he couldn't help but be surprised by the sheer stupidity these murderers possessed.
About to get back to his job, Martell was startled by the new owner, seemingly about to say something to him before noticing the rest of his team. Martell couldn't help but stare, almost regrettably as he felt he had been walked in on while talking shit. The man had an unreadable expression to him, a sweaty sheen over his face as they both contemplated what to do next. The investigator remained austere as he quietly judged the other. "You can't be here." was the most he could say to the camp owner, the corners of his lips taut as he strode past him, irked. The man had such a sinister air to him, Martell could feel his eyes gazing at his backside, jerking his head back to realize the man had gotten closer. Agitated, he whipped around to face him, teeth gritted.
"Listen, I can't say anything against you just for being a freak, but everyone here seems to know their place. You're the only one that doesn't, what kind of a person steps foot in a crime scene?" He asked with a contemptuous tone, getting uncomfortably close to the other's face. "No one. If they do, they're not normal. I've dealt with enough of this shit to know who's gonna cause trouble, so I advise you get out before I have someone force you out." He resisted the urge to grab the camp owner, marching off as he returned to the crime scene, disgusted.
It was probably for the best that he didn't linger.
NP Martell can be threatened for not understanding boundaries, just existing as law enforcement, trying to exploit his badge, anything really. Like a sopping wet cat.
vvv That's not godmodding, this was a really good read. Martell would simply tell Leon that he isn't any different from a normal civilian, the badge just says he knows how to hide bodies better.