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As he throws a rock or two, there are nothing indicating any rocks. The rocks feel warm to the touch, just like the more solid ground below him and any rocks tossed at the bridge doesn't really affect it in any way. Either the distance is so far that he cannot hear a rock hit the tar-like sea below or it simply did not generate any noise. As Randall nonchalantly carries on like normal, there is no real reaction or response from the surroundings on his simple actions of smoking his pipe. Just like the rest of the people who are present in this otherworldly realm or dream, he too finds nothing but rock, these odd creatures and t2 points
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Roleplay between @JennyDK and @Jholdono. ----------------------------- As the guy (played by @Jholdono) is laying on their couch, the static from the shitty TV signal messing up the late night broadcast of old 90's sitcoms, fatigue is finally about to hit the barely awake resident of the small apartment. The failure of the TV broadcast doesn't help either and their eyes getting heavier each passing second. This goes on for a good half a minute, before they finally drift off into slumber, shutting out the real and awake world. Of course, normally, that would simply be all she wrote and they would usually wake up on that couch later o1 point
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Quick addition: As a way to enchance the mood I will be putting up various music for ambience. I recommend putting these on whenever you read or write posts For this scene:1 point
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It was such a juxtaposition every time he thought about it. On one side there was the cringe of the phobia, the mental imagery of something inside him being ripped and torn with foreign matter invading his body. On the other side, the result filled him with eager anticipation knowing the satisfaction and contentment that was to follow. He just had to withstand a little pain and discomfort first. "Don't be a pussy..." Harsh words from such a calming voice caused him to peek an eye open before he felt the sting. "Oh, you bitch!" He cursed her with a wince, the needle in her hand tearing a hole in his epidermis tissue in search of a ve1 point
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After an over forty hour long journey by automobile Randall finally arrived in the small town of Hillsboro where the medical convention he was supposed to participate in would be held. A proud owner of a Stutz Bearcat a few of his co-workers had jokingly said he would be insane to go all the way from Ridge Cliff, Idaho to Hillsboro, Oregon... but Randall had been adamant that it was not a fools mans dream. Working with the unfortunate insane he did not think it proper to make jokes about madness and had taken quite the umbrage with what they had been saying. Now looking back at the whole endeavor he could say for sure that he had been right,1 point
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The buzzing of the flourescent lights just keeps on going and going, like a neverending cacophony of bad music to the ears and is sure to get obnoxious to even the most stalwart person who would otherwise be successful in ignoring such a noise. Several places, the lights flicker and others are fully dead, but even to that there is not discernable pattern at all, making this place even more random and without any sense of logic, As Allan moves further along, the scenery never ever changing, he moves past a section where two walls nearly touch. In the split second it takes to pass by that short distance, the man spots what looks like an identic1 point
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Giving into the sense and realization about the sheer emptiness and loneliness of this vast and endless space, Allan tries to make his presence known to anyone - or anything - able to hear him call out into the countless corridors. As he voice is unleashed it is still both heard by himself, but also feels like it is just being engulfed by a void. There is absolutely no other people giving any response back or any change in the surrounding sounds or environment. He might as well just shout directly onto a brick wall from the feel of things. The only other indication that his own words exist here, is the tiny and almost lifefless eccho that the1 point
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The X carved into the wall seems to appear as the knife is able to penetrate the horrid yellow wallpaper, but somehow there is no sound of this happening. Still, once it has been made it seems to stay there and possibly become a guiding tool for Alan on his attempt to find his way out of this place. With that done, there is a plan to move forwards, with more X's being planted as he pushes on. Still, time continues to pass and pass, feeling like an eternity. If he were to look at his watch or check his phone, he would come to realize that multiple hours has already gone by and this landscape of endless rooms go on and on and not even one sign1 point
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With the intention of leaving some sort of visible marker behind, Allan rummages through all pockets of his clothing and sadly the results are not exactly spectacular. As before, he still has his phone and the wallet and its contents. Besides that, he has his keys still and his small, but trusty pocket knife. Nothing else is to be found, leaving his options rather thin and bare. The door ways all stretch for what seems like forever and so far he has walked at least 15 minutes....maybe more? The only real indicator of time would be his wrist watch and his phone.1 point
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Once Allan moves further ahead and gets to peek around in different directions, he sees pretty much the same sort of rooms. There seems to be no logic to these rooms either: The walls and doors have no real pattern of any discernable sort. Of course, since this place seems so real, surely there has to be some exit somewhere, right? At least he is all alive, well and feeling generally normal in any aspect. For now, there are no signs of danger of any sort, but also zero other sounds than the constant buzzing from above.1 point
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I am new here and to roleplaying and I hope to make people happy.1 point
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As Alan tries to wake himself up, by the means people normally suggest, seems to suggest that this is not a dream. Of course, waking up here does appear to go against all logical sense, so this method of checking might not even be real? In any case, the man is clearly completely alone, with only weird yellow rooms and the buzzing of lights to keep him company. The phone boots up as normal and he is able to get past the lock screen as Alan is able to remember how to do so. Everything on the screen looks like normal, even the applications that he has are there, but the biggest thing missing being the signal bar, which shows no signal at all.1 point
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As he stands up and begins to rummage through his clothing for any sort of items, they are all still there. Keys, phone, wallet and whatever else he had on him at the time where he drifted off into sleep. The phone even still has battery on it, but the bars show no trails of a signal available. The wallet contains all of the stuff he had in it before, including money, any cards and even his driver's license, which includes his name and other personal information. This seems like it is handy to try and keep a grip on reality - unless this is just a very vivid dream?1 point
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My preferences are NOT limitations. I can make due without some of them as long as YOU are comfortable in our roleplay! The Character I wish to use for my roleplays will be a Futa, but that said their race can also be non-human so long as it is humanoid. More characters will come with time, I just gotta figure things out for the setups. I roleplay mostly futas, but I am not against roleplaying as regular women too. I am a switch with a dominant preference, but I can be submissive given proper circumstances. It just requires a good setup. I am also open to Canon characters. My writing length is heavily variable and adaptabl1 point
