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OOC -- Note to mods.

// Just in case a mod’s sweeping over for an activity check around now, I wanted to kinda make a note here.

I’m aware that my activity’s been a bit... lackluster, to say the least, and while I’ve been mentioning that I’m “trying”, there isn’t a lot to show for that just yet. That being said, if at all possible, and if you’re reading this -- I’d like to ask, with all due respect, for a little leeway if I’m cutting it real close to an activity check here. I’ll explain below the cut. Stuff’s kinda gross as a forewarning.

Basically, roleplay and writing are two of my major stress relief hobbies -- I very much enjoy doing it, particularly when I’m able to interact with most of my friends using a character I love. The problem lately has been that I’ve been too stressed to indulge in stress relief.

Without getting into too many details here on JD’s blog, my roommate recently put me in a situation where literally leaving the country was both safer and cheaper than staying at my own apartment -- of course, having to leave the fucking country kinda put me under a ton of stress for the month or so before the trip. And then I was out of the country for two weeks. And when I got back, I found that my roommate had pretty much made our apartment into a veritable biohazard -- waste from two pets, open garbage bags, food sitting out, a large quantity (5 gallon sized mason jars) of milk spoiling and molding in the open air, and 78 rotting and molding eggs sitting on the dining room table, among other things. Being very allergic to a compound found in mold, and also just surrounded by filth, I ended up very, very sick for over a week as soon as I got back into the country.

...On top of all this, I’ve had some people creating a massive amount of interpersonal issues in my friend circles, which still has yet to be resolved as well. Clearly not as pressing, but it does mean that coming onto social media to get away from my hellish roommate doesn’t really provide a relaxing environment either.

If anything I’ve said sounds suspect, or you just want more details (either to confirm things/decide whether to grant some flexibility on the activity check as a one-time exception, or out of just plain curiosity), please feel free to DM me either here or on my twitter contact. Of course, I’m really hoping to just get everything in order before this becomes an issue anyway (as I spent the last few days cleaning up after my roommate and am no longer sick, I should be good to get the required activity done sooner), but I figured I’d say something just in case. Don’t really wanna lose my favorite stress relief just when I need it, and figured writing a longer explanation here made more sense than spamming the masterlist with a bunch of asks that may or may not go through because tumblr’s such a functional website.

I’ll understand the decision either way, but to anyone who’s read through this, thanks. It means a lot. 

#ooc #whew this is long but uh. yeah. important stuff. #hoping i wont Need any flexibility since im doing better now but. just in case i suppose

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I think I owe a few from my last run in Citta, but I’m thinking a few fresh starters’ll get me back into the swing of things faster.

So here’s an uncapped starter call. No specific length, let’s just see what happens.

#ca rp ad #may be somewhat selective bbbbut thats unlikely this go around i think #no need to match length if its a lot of setting the scene; i get carried away sometimes #nice to be back

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OOC | Just some notes.

Hey all! just wanted to check in and give a little bit of an explanation for things. or a non-explanation. whatever you take it as, i suppose.

i realize that i was close to not making activity this month as well, and im really sorry for that. theres been a lot of stuff going on in my life outside of citta, stressful stuff that’s blocking me from writing as much as ive been wanting to. which sucks, since rp has long been one of my stress relief hobbies, haha. im not going to go into the details since its a long, convoluted story and i dont exactly want to dump all that negativity on the dash here, but i should finally be able to write more consistently from here on out.

to prove that, ill be taking starter requests. like this post if you want a starter and ill try to get to it sometime this week. capping at 5.

since its been so long, im going to be dropping the old starter list i owed -- im just not certain anyones gonna be interested after so long. if i owed you a starter previously and you still want it, feel free to send me an ask and ill get on it ASAP. 

finally-- if any mods are concerned about my lack of activity and are worried this is a hoarding case -- please speak to me in DMs or over twitter DMS at @ freezeyrbrain. id really like a shot to explain why i havent been able to write, and why i can now. thanks!

#ooc #i mean long story short im in a position where im going to have to flee my own home for a week and a half because my roommate doesnt care #about my safety comfort and wellbeing in a place i pay half the damn rent for but further details will only be explained over dms as nec. #thanks for being understanding yall ill get to starters asap #if anyone wants to interact with jd and doesnt want to wait for a starter feel free to just write one and tag me in it #also -- will be following people back this week as well. didnt before because i want to read rules pages before following

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“Hey, s-- Oh, uh...” The apology dies out on his lips at her question, and he shrugs. “Just for a few minutes. No bike.” Not yet, anyway.

Truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of her expression. She seemed... what, happy? Concerned? Not exactly the fire and brimstone he’d been expecting.

...And why had he been expecting that? Veronica wasn’t like that. ...He pushes it to the back of his mind as rainwater slides down his cheek, plastering his bangs to his skin. The condition of the package hidden behind his back worries him, not for the first time.

“Anyway, uh-- Y’mind if I come in? I, ah-- I got somethin’ for ya.” Lifting his eyebrows to emphasize the question, he bites his lip as he waits for her response.

Delivery.

@fiightforme

Baton Rouge; Vegas; Sherwood, Ohio – he’d lived in cities all across the country, but none of them had the gargantuan lack of foresight necessary to design a public transit system that only ran one direction. It’s not entirely his fault that he shows up on Veronica’s doorstep soaked to the skin, but…

Hesitance draws his hand back from her doorbell. Sure, there was a reason he’s showing up two days late, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t already written him off completely. He draws a breath and rakes a hand through wet hair, droplets splattering the ground at his feet. Even if he did explain… Well, at any rate, abandoning her present on the welcome mat isn’t an option.

He raps on her door twice before calling out, his other arm tucked deep under the back of his trenchcoat, where it hangs conspicuously away from his back.

“Hey, uh– Veronica! It’s me, open up!”

#fiightforme #ic #same thing as the other one -- ill try to trim it later sorry

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“Ah ah ah-- beggars can’t be choosers, now can they?”

Naturally, the quip is delivered with the healthy weight of sarcasm that belies his agreeing with her. Really, as much as he wanted to joke about free cable, he wasn’t exactly the type to appreciate the company provided by a pre-recorded Orwellian speech. What, they really expected them to believe they were being watched and spoken to right this minute? He narrows his eyes briefly at the screen. Sure. Let ‘em watch.  They’re in for one hell of a show.

...And there goes Veronica, smiling for the second time in as many minutes. The gesture draws a smirk from JD in turn, taking her hand with a bit of a teasing, dramatic flair to the gesture.

“Lead the way, Veronica.” A shrug towards the door follows, his eyes never leaving her.

Rough landing.

@fiightforme Hazel eyes met brown – no, not that sanguine shitshow on screen, he’s not even giving him an ounce of his attention. With the scientist explaining their predicament at his back, JD tears his eyes from Veronica’s to assess his surroundings briefly.

“Not exactly your typical moving truck, but I can work with this.” He rolls – over, away from her, towards the screen – himself off the metal platform, apparently unperturbed by its icy surface (of course he isn’t, not with the tail of his trenchcoat fluttering behind him) as he begins pacing, studying the barren walls so intently he wouldn’t look out of place in a museum. He raises his voice as he gestures to the most exciting parts, speaking clearly over the recording as he gestures. “Cozy, modern, ah…” Having exhausted his talking points (you can only say so much about a room whose only furniture is a chair and some kinda operating table that looks straight outta Stargate), he pauses, only slightly, before gesturing broadly at the walls, raising his eyebrows at her. “Clean.” JD drops his hands into his pockets and sucks in a breath, chewing on his lip as his eyes dart around the room. When his gaze lands on the scientist on screen – still talking, does he ever shut up? – he gestures at it with a jerk of his chin. “Hell, we even got free cable. Can’t complain about that, huh?”

#fiightforme #ic #sorry about not trimming the post -- the editable reblogs ext was saying itd screw up the format worse bc tumblr changed shit again #ill try to get it fixed later on tonight

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Delivery.

@fiightforme

Baton Rouge; Vegas; Sherwood, Ohio -- he'd lived in cities all across the country, but none of them had the gargantuan lack of foresight necessary to design a public transit system that only ran one direction. It's not entirely his fault that he shows up on Veronica's doorstep soaked to the skin, but...

Hesitance draws his hand back from her doorbell. Sure, there was a reason he's showing up two days late, but that doesn't mean she hasn't already written him off completely. He draws a breath and rakes a hand through wet hair, droplets splattering the ground at his feet. Even if he did explain... Well, at any rate, abandoning her present on the welcome mat isn't an option.

He raps on her door twice before calling out, his other arm tucked deep under the back of his trenchcoat, where it hangs conspicuously away from his back.

"Hey, uh-- Veronica! It's me, open up!"

#ic #fiightforme #Sage's words echoed... ''Liveblogging your own thoughts doesn't count as RPing Dean''

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Dogpack.

@thesaberofred Fights never last as long as you think. You see the build up, the tension rising, tempers clashing in the air like frenzied gulls bodying each other in a bid to claim ownership over a scrap of plastic in the back of a Walmart parking lot. The “will they, won’t they” stage lasts longer than it has any right to, and by the time the first hit lands, it’s already halfway over. It never lasts as long as it feels. Adrenaline kicks in. Instinct outpaces reason, rationality. The blonde kid, backed into an alley by two men with a combined height advantage of two feet, was obeying a deeper level of consciousness. Muscle memory, adrenaline, pain inhibition, rage, desperation, instinct, survival. It’s not enough. Not enough to get out of this alive without substantial injuries.

With the dull clang of bodies hitting lockers reverberating in his skull, JD throws his entire weight into the jaw of the guy behind the kid, knuckles dragging sharply across bone.

#thesaberofred #ic

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Billy the Kid rides again.

@blowyourhousedown The distant, comforting rush of nighttime streets – the perfect accompaniment to a soft, humid breeze; the starched streetlight that could never reach the far corners of its domain; the red dot fizzling out of sight as the teen finally put out his cigarette. The lot was his for the moment, far as he could tell, and he set to work immediately. Sparse, scattered rows of cars stood before him, but really, they mught as well have been tombstones for all he cared. No, his heavily treaded boots only stopped once he’d padded up to a more familiar vehicle. “Alright, let’s just see what we got here…” Mumbling to the fuel tank as he crouched down, JD leaned in close to the motorcycle’s front fender, tilting his head way to the side to get a good look underneath.

He licks his lip, lost deep in concentration as he traces brake lines with his eyes, forearms resting on his thighs. It’s impossible to see his hands, tucked deep into the pockets of a dark trenchcoat as they were, but it’s not hard to see the telltale curl of a hand holding onto something through fabric.

#blowyourhousedown #ic #[siren noises]

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Rough landing.

@fiightforme Hazel eyes met brown – no, not that sanguine shitshow on screen, he’s not even giving him an ounce of his attention. With the scientist explaining their predicament at his back, JD tears his eyes from Veronica’s to assess his surroundings briefly.

“Not exactly your typical moving truck, but I can work with this.” He rolls – over, away from her, towards the screen – himself off the metal platform, apparently unperturbed by its icy surface (of course he isn’t, not with the tail of his trenchcoat fluttering behind him) as he begins pacing, studying the barren walls so intently he wouldn’t look out of place in a museum. He raises his voice as he gestures to the most exciting parts, speaking clearly over the recording as he gestures. “Cozy, modern, ah…” Having exhausted his talking points (you can only say so much about a room whose only furniture is a chair and some kinda operating table that looks straight outta Stargate), he pauses, only slightly, before gesturing broadly at the walls, raising his eyebrows at her. “Clean.” JD drops his hands into his pockets and sucks in a breath, chewing on his lip as his eyes dart around the room. When his gaze lands on the scientist on screen – still talking, does he ever shut up? – he gestures at it with a jerk of his chin. “Hell, we even got free cable. Can’t complain about that, huh?”

#fiightforme #ic

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Jason “JD” Dean || Heathers

Crime Teen #2

Red is for revolution

Doesn’t have super powers but has a gun and an accomplice girlfriend

Witty but detached

Really likes convenience stores

Is very sure about people (they’re shit)

#ca follow

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Greetings and salutations.

Hey all! Excited to be back in Citta again, as it's been a while. Not too many of my muses have stuck around long enough to mention, though, so here's hoping JD'll be around for a little longer.

Not to start everything off on a tense note, but I do want to make it absolutely clear that I do not tolerate jokes about triggers or PTSD in general. If you're not certain what the word "trigger" means because you've only seen it used as a joke, I suggest looking it up -- it,'s a serious subject, and the word does not mean "mildly offended".

With that out of the way, here's a starter call! Like this post if you'd like me to write a starter for your muse from JD. Capping at three (3)!

*If you want to interact and don't mind writing the starter, shoot me a message instead -- I'm willing to do more threads than my cap suggests, I just don't have a ton of stamina for starters right now.

#ca rp ad #ca starter call #feel free to message me in general if you want to talk too! #ive made some good friends in citta over the years and im up for meeting more

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Acting on prior reserve, here is Jason "JD" Dean from Heathers. App can be found under /app. Thank you!

Welcome to the Hive, Jason!

You’ll be housed in l-2!

You’ll receive a bb gun.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod o13

#packed for the road (save tag).