#roleplay open

(Sort of an au rp! Carlos during his time as a Shield agent not undercover in Hydra)

A young 22 year old Carlos walks through the halls of Shield, he's just finished up a meeting. He flips through a few files, humming softly to himself, he's pleased with how the meeting went, his ideas had been approved.

Carlos moves down the halls quickly, mumbling about a mission he had to go on, plans he has to come up with, he's the main strategist in his team. He doesn't notice the person in front of him until he's slamming straight into them.

“I’m literally just trying to get home,” he grumbled. He would jump down to help out, obviously, but if he thought about leaving like he hadn’t seen anything… nobody would know right?

Her Vox is dead. She doesn’t like talking about it. Though she does have a fair amount of his belongings in her apartment … and a Vox plush on her bed with a few photos of them up in her bedroom.

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This is the premise for my new fanfic and a plot i desperately want to roleplay. :)

((Not my art))

Yo. I'm finally totally back.

9:00 sharp...The Walk begins.

I am Ray Garraty, Maine's very Own representative of this year's Walk...as the username would suggest. I really shouldn't distract myself from the road, but...it's nice to have a distraction, especially about now. Keeps your mind off of the mundane picking yourself up from the bootstraps...ha.

I hope I win.

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OOC Notes:

This is a novel centric roleplay blog. This means Garraty is 16 years old, and will act according to the canon of the 1979 novel. Novel canon also applies to his relationships with other characters.

Novel The Long Walk’s America is Nazi-influenced, authoritarian + run heavily by the U.S. Military, and extremely far right. This heavily influences Garraty’s narrative. This does mean he is bigoted to some degree.

OP IS QUEER, QUEERPHOBIC STATEMENTS ARE NOT SAID OUT OF MALICE. It is simply in character for Garraty.

Asks and roleplay are open, but do not be weird. You will be blocked if things get out of hand.

Jericho had bundled up, a tuque on their head, a coat and scarf wrapped warmly around them. Not often did they trudge in snow like this. They enjoyed snow yes, but as if now it had been many hours since they started.

Up ahead was the cabin. Their destination. A delivery if shed skin was being made. Only a few more meters and they would be on the steps.

Hi! Ha ha That little birdie is correct I love to read i used the spend all my afternoons at the public library it wasnt very big but it became a second home for me ....I miss it

But anyway recommendations well it might be banned in your state it is in Louisiana now but I loved the works of Edgar Allen poe even with the whole necrophila thing ... I only rember bits and parts of some but the ones that stuck, STUCK especially now I find myself thinking of them here on the pavement, heres one that really stuck with me as a kid ... it made me feel seen...

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)