#closed rp thread

There had been off and on rain showers and storms for a couple of weeks. There had only been a few dry days, but even those were mostly overcast and dreary. The worst part was the wind as it chilled the air further and just made a mess of the streets and sidewalks.

On this particularly wet, dreary, and blustery day, Raphael was sitting on his couch, two space heaters going, under a blanket, and glaring at his TV which kept losing it's signal. He had been trying to watch hockey, but that seemed like it wasn't going to happen any time soon. His beer was some how colder than when he pulled it out of the fridge, something that confused him a little.

Raph was about to call Don to help him do something about the TV when he had just had enough. Growling he somehow managed to dig himself out from under his blankets and pull himself off the couch to head into the kitchen. He was going to make himself a hot toddy. He still had some leftover cider from the holidays and plenty of whisky. So it didn't take long for him to get the hot drink going. Garnishing with a wedge of orange, as he was out of lemons, and a cinnamon stick he grumbled his way back to the couch, wrapped himself in even more blankets, and sipped at his drink while continuing to glare at his TV.

Maybe it was time to read a book or just put on a movie, but that would require him to move again and with the drink, he was finally starting to feel like he might be able to get warm.

They should of done this sooner~

Letting their host keep control was usually easier, but....

...the freedom to do whatever they want was so much BETTER~

On the prowl, they began for food-

Anything could do, anything-

Anything to keep a host that could feed them for awhile~

A certain possessed human starting breaking into multiple stores and shops, ravaging them in their quest for sustaneance.

Aegon II Targaryen was known to most, as a drunken fool who loves sleeping around with no taste for duty nor the throne. A disappointment for a prince of the Seven Kingdoms, they say...

Aegon had stumbled upon Luna when he was of the age ten and five, he had been drunk enough to lose himself in the Fleabottoms. In a drunken stupor, Aegon tripped and fell, losing consciousness immediately. And when he awoke, a maiden sat beside him with worry and curiousity etched all over her face.

Aegon learned her name to be Luna and that she lived with her mother, both were healers. And Aegon soon became friends with the common girl...

{  Closed RP for @monkie-baebae​  }

Ray of light, come forth a blonde simian with absolute power, fame and finanical fortune, looking after his misguided yet promiscuous wife for her safety, only from afar. His eyees stroll down to her rear, biting his lip in sheer desire. Thinking to himself about this certain body part adorn on his mate’s temple of a figure

‘Peaches gifted onto the one I adore, mm...She still has it.’ 

His mood soured though, as the monarch notices her with...a common Human.

Feet shifting he zooms towards her direction as soon as she is completely alone, not wanting any Human knowing he is there (he’s retired, what else to expect?), before his voice semi-booms in a authoritarian way.

Previous @teamrockxtgrunt​

-She tilts her head before recognition flashes across her face.-

“Oh! What do you do? What’s the.....job? Do you have any of those um, ‘sick days’? That’s what they’re called right?”

-It seems that she didn’t completely understand what jobs were. But she seemed happy that Cyan was willing to stay close even if was out of growing fear. Her smile gets more genuine and she stares at Cyan.-

“I should probably tell you my name and some stuff about us to make it fair~ My name is Fool and these guys are long term friends of mine~! Especially Poppy, she likes to steal stuff so be sure to check your pockets. -The Banette snickers before backing away. Fool grabs the plush ghost by the hair and drags them back.- Come on Poppy, give him his wallet back. He’s scared enough so he doesn’t need major missing items too.”

-The Banette makes a grumbling sound and hands Cyan his wallet back.-

( @polishremoverbiatch )

Trixie struggled to contain her laughter as she was dragged along by the wrist towards a random lunch table. Everything about this place seemed foreign and terrifying - honestly, what type of a school allowed students to eat outside and wander school grounds during lunch break? It was all a brand new concept to her, and though she couldn’t say she minded the break from people staring at her inside the stuffy high school building, Trixie couldn’t help herself from being annoyed at how she felt her hair already begin to frizz. 

“Farrah, where are we going? I don’t know anybody here,” Trixie struggled not to trip over her own heels. Her newfound friend, Farrah, was much too strong and quick for her tiny body, and Trixie found herself having trouble keeping up with her as they weaved between lunch tables towards and undeterminable destination. “We haven’t even gotten our lunch tra- Hey!” Leaping forward in surprise, Trixie recoiled from the feeling of a hand grasping at her backside. She turned, finally stopping Farrah in her tracks, to try to figure out what rascal had had the audacity to touch her there, only to be met with the sights and sounds of a whole table of boys and girls clad in leather howling with laughter - if they weren’t cat-calling, of course. Trixie blinked rapidly in annoyance before huffing and turning back around, walking closer to Farrah now.

“Almost everybody at this school is a baboon. That’s the second time today somebody has done something inappropriate! I don’t look promiscuous, do I?” Trixie ran a hand over the front of her bubblegum coloured poodle skirt with one hand, bringing the other to fiddle with the ends of her hair, pulling them over her chest. She barely registered Farrah responding with something along the lines of ‘Stop worrying, you look like a proper lady’, her focus now on the only group they could possibly be heading towards - there was a small gathering of girls smattered around a tree, each wearing jackets that matched with Farrah’s. Were these Farrah’s friends? A few of them looked sketchy, most notably the three that were leaned up against the tree, some form of cigarette or drug being shared between them. Trixie wrinkled her nose. Smoking was never something she’d tried (mainly because her mother would get her shipped off to another catholic school quicker than she could apply lipstick), and though it wasn’t disgusting, it was something that she’d never found appealing. However, she had to admit that the girls made it seem cool, in a way.

{Starter for @pinetrce }