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❝ Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie. ❞
#♡ ───── GENERAL ( SELF PROMOS )#clueless rp#heathers rp#the breakfast club rp#pretty in pink rp#sixteen candles rp#ferris bueller rp#10 things i hate about you rp#90s rp#80s rp#stranger things rp#it rp#mean girls rp
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Fuck it i have no impulse control. Banity, 26.
Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 100, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo
26 - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me - Fall Out Boy
This... got away from me. Note for random readers: This is based on a very specific version of Edgar Bones and Emma Vanity from the Recreancy rp that closed this fall.
“We can’t trust her.”
“She’s already betrayed us.”
“She came here with the plan to betray us!”
“Who’s to say she didn’t come clean now because she knew we’d catch her soon.”
“I don’t buy her story either. Seems like she just wanted the boy without consequences.”
Edgar flinched. It didn’t matter what kind of gains he’d made recently. How many missions he’d already run successfully. How much people trusted him to do the right thing in a tough situation. He’d fallen for the spy and suddenly wasn’t anything more than the boy.
“That’s not fair,” Amelia snapped, and Edgar could have hugged her for it. “If she came clean because of Edgar, it’s because she knew he’d figure her out sooner or later.”
As eyes turned to him, Edgar cleared his throat. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think it was always the case, but I do think she genuinely wants to flip now. We’ve shown her the truth of the war. And besides, she’s terrified of them. She wouldn’t risk crossing them if she didn’t fully believe in our cause.”
He didn’t add that perhaps it was really because her brother fully believed in their cause, and she’d do anything to try and keep Elliot safe. The other Order members might think it was about Edgar, but it wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t. He was just the fool she’d convinced to let her in.
After the meeting, someone decided he should be the one to tell her, so Edgar strode across the house to where Emma had been made to stay, undoing the locks passed over her bedroom door.
“You’ll be staying here for a while,” he said, trying not to look at her directly. Every time he did, Edgar wanted to cry, and he was sick of feeling weak, of feeling vulnerable. “They want to get information first and verify it, figure out if you can really be trusted anymore.”
There was a lump in his throat, but Edgar forced himself to talk through it.
“You’ll see Moody the most probably. Caradoc too. Perhaps Robyn if she has something deemed safe enough to try.” He really didn’t want to look at Emma as he said that. He’d been against the idea. It had been tabled as a ‘we’ll see’ scenario. Elliot will be allowed to see you on occasion but only with supervision.”
He hesitated, finally looking at her directly. “No one wants you to feel like a captive, but… Well, it’ll take time before you can be trusted again. If you can be. I hope you understand.”
Emma was looking at the ground, but she finally glanced up, those large eyes that had initially drawn him in capturing his heart all over again. “And you?” she asked softly. “Will I see you?”
“I…” Edgar squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath. “I don’t know. I have a lot to think about.”
Emma nodded, though it seemed more for her own benefit than his. Her voice was shaky as she added, “I’m sorry. But you’ll take care of Duke?”
Edgar turned away. He couldn’t do this. He was about to start sobbing. “Yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking. “I’ll take care of Duke.”
He kept to his word. It was clear the big oaf didn’t know where Emma had gone, but he’d always been a loving dog. He’d taken to Edgar right from the beginning, and perhaps that was why he seemed to content to hang out at Edgar’s, to go without seeing his owner. Duke probably thought it was some kind of vacation filled with walks and a new bed.
Eventually Emma had proved herself. Edgar tried not to count the days.
“Can he… Can he keep staying with you?” she asked quietly. “I’m going to be living here still for a while. Moody thought it would be— He wants me to check in every day. To stay close.” Those damned eyes. “Duke needs more freedom than he could have here where he’d have to stay cooped up to avoid being under foot.
“Yeah,” Edgar said, not letting his eyes linger on her mouth. “He can stay with me a little longer. Elliot comes to visit him sometimes.”
She made a noise like he’d just shattered her heart. “Good. They both deserve it. I… I’m sorry.”
He brought Duke to headquarters sometimes. No one was heartless enough to suggest Emma didn’t deserve to see her dog. They did suggest Edgar should untangle himself.
“You’re going to get your heart broken,” James advised. “It can’t be easy seeing her this often.”
Edgar just snorted. “You of all people should know I can’t walk away.”
James didn’t say anything in return. He did throw a box of dog biscuits Edgar’s way the next time they crossed paths.
It was Amelia almost a month later who pulled him aside and asked, “Are you going to give her another chance?”
“I doubt that’s a good idea.”
His sister’s expression softened. “That doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”
He closed his eyes and let her pull him into a hug. She may have been shorter than him, but Edgar did a good job of curling himself up against her shoulder. “I keep wishing I could go back in time, but I can’t even settle on what for. Do I want to stop her from joining us? From joining them? From ever entering my life?” He hesistated but forced himself on. “Do I want to stop myself from falling in love?”
“You’ve always cared too much too easily,” Amelia said.
“Trusted too much too.”
She squeezed him hard, the hug reassuring in its ability to push the air from his lungs. “Kindness isn’t a weakness. You’re too good for this. I don’t mean better than. I mean too good.”
Edgar was sobbing in his sister’s arms before he had time to process.
He still brought Duke to see Emma the next day.
“I’m sorry,” she said as he clipped the leash back on to leave. She always did.
“I’ll see you later.”
“It’s too late, isn’t it? I’m not going to get another chance.” Emma’s breath sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Edgar couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at her for it. “I’ve already made you hate me.
“I couldn’t hate you if I tried.” He had. He couldn’t even manage to stop loving her.
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Looking for a peterick rp partner. Can play either Pete or Patrick! MUST be 18+ and comfortable with n.sfw. prefer lit/semi-lit. As long as you give me enough to move the scene forward I really don't care about length but on occasion, it's definitely fun to dive deeper with replies! I aim to match length!
Message me or interact with this post and I'll come to you if interested! XO
I use the following platforms:
disc.ord (dm me)
ki.k (folieapeterpanda)
w.ire (folieapeterpanda)
ins.tagram (hookedstump)
also would love the following peterick aus:
ybc
america’s suitehearts
a little less sixteen candles
literally anything give it to me
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Don’t you ever wish your life was like an 80s movie?
The young adults of Rosewood, Illinois don't know it, but they’re already living it. Each of them are reincarnations of everyone’s favorite 80s, 90s, and early 00s teen movie characters, and much like those iconic films, these kids aren't all they seem.
What did the Heathers do to earn Jason Dean’s wrath? Did anyone ever remember Sam Baker’s birthday? Where was Billy Loomis the night Ravenwood University’s Dean was murdered? Will the mysterious Lisbon sisters ever be understood? Can the Goonies find their treasure?
CHWRPG opened September 13th 2012 and is welcoming to new and returning members.
MAIN · MASTERLIST · RULES · APPLY
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feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!
“I didn’t hit her. I’d like to very much, and I probably will later, but give me a break!”
“Pick on someone your own size!”
“I happen to have a serious problem!”
“I look exactly the same as I have since summer... Utterly forgettable.”
“You need four inches of bod, and a great birthday.”
“Now don’t give me that pouty look of yours.”
“They fucking forgot my birthday.”
“Everything’s just getting shittier.”
“Maybe I’m interested in more than a party.”
“Come on, [Name], you talk like you’re hard up.”
“There has to be a more dignified mode of transportation.”
“Will you quit feeling sorry for yourself? It’s bad for your complexion!”
“You know, I’m getting input here that I’m reading as relatively hostile.”
“You know, a girl with a hat is just so... Vogue.”
“My goodness are you a sight for sore eyes!”
“I swear to God, this has got to be a joke.”
“What’s happening hot stuff?”
“This is the single worst day of my entire life.”
“What the hell are you bitching about?”
“Don’t be cute.”
“You’re really acting like... An asshole.”
“Well, if you don’t have anything, you don’t have anything to lose, right?”
“Way to go, dick face.”
“C’mon, you know you’re the one I wanna bug.”
“It is physically impossible for me to get happy.”
“This information cannot this room, okay? It would devastate my reputation as a guy.”
“Look, I’d appreciate you not laughing, okay?”
“He doesn’t even know I exist.”
“If you’re lying, I’ll beat the crap out of you!”
“I can name twenty guys who would kill to love me.”
“This may sound incredibly dumb, but I love you and I’ll do anything to make you love me.”
“I can’t believe I’m such a jerk.”
“He’s really bitchin’.”
“Listen, I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing.”
“He’s beautiful and perfect and I like him a real lot and he doesn’t like me, okay?”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I love you.”
“That’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call them something else.”
“You know, when you’re given things kind of easily, you don’t always appreciate them.”
“When you do find the right guy, don’t let him boss you around.”
“Make sure he knows you wear the pants in the family.”
“She thinks you’re the cat’s meow.”
“They don’t have the balls to admit it, you know what I mean?”
“Such assholes, I can’t believe it.”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch- bitch is a female dog.”
“I told you dudes I was hot.”
“That, my friend, is what the pictures are for.”
“You’re pissing me off.”
“Deep down, he’s really sorry.”
“Nothing could shock me anymore.”
“Oh, watch your language, Mr. Dirty Mouth!”
“Why you little scuzzbag!”
“She’s uh, she’s a little out of it.”
“What’re you doing here?”
“I heard you were here.”
“You came here for me?”
#starter sentences#rp meme#rp starters#rp starter sentences#sentence starters#rp sentence starters#sixteen candles sentence starters#16 candles sentence starters#roleplay meme#roleplay starters#movie sentence starters
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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 . rules : share five songs that represent your muse. repost, don’t reblog!
M U S E - eloise bridgerton
― 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄. words
Words, take her with you / Let her rest in your rhyme / Words, take her away / Somewhere, beyond time / Words, ease her breathing / Lay her softly on the floor / There, let her linger and listen like ever before
― 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎. lights out
Roxie / Rose : Mommy. Mommy can you read me a story?
L.Usher / Pearl : Roxie... Roxie honey you’ve got to go to sleep.
Roxie / Rose : But I can’t! It’s not dark enough! There’s too many little lights. Little moons. Little candles. Little snowflakes. Little glows. Little bits of stardust.
― 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. many a new day
Why should a woman who is healthy and strong / Blubber like a baby if her man's goes away? / A weepin' an' a whalin' that he's done her wrong / That's one thing you'll never hear me say! / Never gonna think that the man I lose is the only man among men! / I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care / I'll buy me a brand new dress to wear / I'll scrub my neck / And I'll brush my hair / And start all over again!
― 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. when
Am I the only one wishing life away? / Never caught up in the moment busy begging the past to stay / Memories painted with much brighter ink; they tell me / I loved, teach me how to think. / I'm sick of faking diary entries, got to get it in my head; / I'll never be sixteen again / I'm waiting to live, still waiting to love oh it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when / oh it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when.
― 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. runaway
And I was running far away / Would I run off the world someday? / Nobody knows, nobody knows / And I was dancing in the rain / I felt alive and I can't complain / But now take me home /
Take me home where I belong / I can't take it anymore
tagged by : @murroyilodel
tagging : @unelectedofficial , @xlaurelxandxcitrinex , @dirtymercy , @calledkore , @kingofshades , @multimuse-rp , @betweenthesinnersandthesaints , @andessence , @enastrcs , @poppiedreams , @tragicas , & YOU! steal and tag me!!
#this! was fun! thank you lots for the tag!#it's you - it's me - it's us : tagged#eloise : headcanons#eloise : music#doubt queues in
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Emo Song Title Starters | RP Meme
(Go put those title names to good use!)
Panic! At The Disco:
• "I write sins, not tragedies."
• "Hey look Ma, I made it."
• "This is gospel."
• "Don't threaten me with a good time."
• "Build God, then we'll talk."
• "Dancing's not a crime."
• "Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off."
• "But it's better if you do."
• "Let's Kill Tonight."
• "Do you know what I'm seeing?"
• "I have friends in holy spaces."
• "The only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage."
• "The piano knows something I don't know."
• "She's a handsome woman."
• "We're so starving."
• "When the day met the night."
Fall Out Boy:
• "Dead on arrival."
• "I'm like a lawyer with the way I'm always trying to get you off."
• "I've been waiting."
• "The kids aren't alright."
• "A little less Sixteen Candles, a little more 'touch me'."
• "Sugar, we're goin down."
• "This ain't a scene, it's an arms race."
• "Alone together."
• "Dance, dance!"
• "Hold me tight, or don't."
• "I don't care."
My Chemical Romance:
• "Bury me in black."
• "Famous last words."
• "Fake your death."
• "The five of us are dying."
• "Give 'em hell, kid."
• "Heaven help us."
• "Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us."
• "I'm not okay, I promise."
• "I don't love you."
• "I never told you what I do for a living."
• "It's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish."
• "Look alive, sunshine."
• "The only hope for me is you."
• "Save yourself, I'll hold them back."
• "This is the best day ever."
Paramore:
• "Ain't it fun?"
• "Feeling sorry?"
• "For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic."
• "Hate to see your heart break."
• "Here we go again."
• "I caught myself."
• "Never let this go."
• "Playing God."
• "Tell me how."
• "Tell me it's okay."
• "That's what you get!"
• "Told you so."
• "We are broken."
Death Cab for Cutie:
• "Different names for the same thing."
• "For what reason?"
• "I dreamt we spoke again."
• "I was a kaleidoscope."
• "I will follow you into the dark."
• "I will possess your heart."
• "Someday you will be loved."
• "We looked like giants."
• "You moved away."
• "Your heart is an empty room."
#i made another rp meme!!#what it cost me . || ooc .#rp meme#emo rp meme#panic at the disco rp meme#fall out boy rp meme#my chemical romance rp meme#paramore rp meme#death cab for cutie rp meme#roleplay meme#lyric rp meme#sentence starter meme#sentence starters#rp sentence meme#rp sentence starters#emo lyrics rp meme
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✍🏽TO-DO LIST.
+prompts.
Theeantidrug: Beyonce’s ‘Yes’ Prompt.
Fatkellyprice: Promasaurus Redo Prompt.
Fatkellyprice: Dairy Queen/Pole Dancer Prompt.
Anon: Different World, Wedding Scene Prompt.
Anon: The Best Man Prompt.
Zenlovethinking: Samcedes Final Scene Prompt.
Modacey: Body Guard (Twist) Prompt.
MODACEY: CHRISTMAS TRAIN PROMPT.
ANON: MILITARY SAMCEDES CHRISTMAS PROMPT.
Whoknowstv: Sixteen Candles Prompt.
DAYJAVOO1: SAMCEDES MAKING BABY PROMPT.
Crtaylor242013: ‘Cedes, San, Matt, & Bree Prompt.
MO: SLEEPING WITH THE ONE I LOVE.
ANON: SAMCEDES SECRET BABY PROMPT.
AmberRileyNation: Rileystreet Prompt.
in no particular order.
bolded text in other words means it is currently being written and there is a snippet posted on the page.
+fanfics.
The Heist. [hiatus: plot purposes]
Church Girl. [under co: current rp]
November. [hiatus: plot purposes]
in no particular order.
bolded text in other words means it is currently being written and there is a snippet posted on the page.
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21 Answers Tag
Tagged by @anonymousthewriterswriting! Thank you so much for including me in this game :)
Rules: Answer 21 Questions and Tag 21 People. Oddly enough, there are only sixteen questions here? I feel like that happens with this sort of tag game more than it ought to. What are the other questions, you say? The world may never know.
ZODIAC - I’m a Scorpio! I don’t particularly believe in horoscopes, but I do think it’s funny how much I oftentimes relate to the Scorpio portions of “The Signs As” posts...even if we Scorpios don’t exactly have the best reputation
HEIGHT - I was 5′ 8″ the last time I measured, but I’ve been growing again recently (somehow), so I believe I’m about 5′ 10″ now! Which is exciting, because I’ve always been rather short for a boy.
LAST MOVIE I SAW- Wreck-it Ralph 2: Ralph Breaks the Internet with both of my parents! They forgot I work on Mondays (for them, might I add) and ended up accidentally buying me tickets in the middle of my shift. But since they’re my bosses, well, they just rearranged my schedule for the day. It was surprisingly wonderful, and the Disney Princess bit changed my life.
FAVOURITE MUSICIANS- Too many to name. Secular artists? James Arthur and Sia are my favorite male and female musicians, with my favorite band being either Fall Out Boy or Panic! at the Disco. As for worship music? Elevation, Belonging Co., and Ascend the Hill would have to be my favorites.
LAST THING I GOOGLED - What’s funny is that I was clearly googling three different things and going between them for all completely different reasons. One, I was trying to figure out if the word was “squallor” or “squalor” (spoiler: it’s the latter). Then, I was looking up if certain types of mail need stamps for my job (surprise, they do). And I also looked up lists of common scents for one of yesterdays’ OC asks. Quite the odd assortment.
SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD- I’ve been going between Once Upon a December from Anatasia, Issues by Julia Michaels, and Winter Wonderland all morning.
OTHER BLOGS- I have a personal blog, @midknightmasquerade, which I rarely post on, but like things quite often from (mainly for personal interests, not for writing). I had a Dragon Age blog for a time called @thedosianmythalogy, and a handful of other sub-blogs I almost never used (beyond one ask-centric blog for a Legend of Zelda RP group I was in back in the day: shoutout to my FoH babes, I love y’all!)
FOLLOWING- I apparently follow 157 people on this blog! I didn’t even realize there were that many, wow. Is that a lot? It’s a lot for me.
DO I GET ASKS- I do! Not too many to handle, but a decent amount. I primarily answer them every Thursday. Feel free to send any and all asks you have my way! My ask box is always open.
WHAT IM WEARING- Since I’m snowed in, I’m bumming it a bit today. A “Lost Boy” t-shirt about two times too big for me, a hoodie I got from the Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Parade (can you tell I’ve been playing Kingdom Hearts III yet?), some weather-inappropriate pajama shorts and long socks.
AMOUNT OF SLEEP- I...have not been sleeping much. At all. Like, three to four hours of sleep per night. Not because of work, for once, but because I’ve been obsessively gaming. But I was responsible last night and went to bed semi-early to get six hours of sleep.
FAVOURITE FOOD- Ugh, this is so hard to narrow down. There are so many types of food I like. But being raised Italian, I’d have to say that nothing beats homemade rigatoni with vodka sauce and a side of fresh bread and butter. Aaaaand now I’m hungry.
DREAM TRIP- I’ve dreamt of going to Japan’s countryside since I was a little kid. Almost went once, too, before I chickened out (long story). But recently, I’ve been begging my dad to go to Ireland with me. Why? I have no idea! It just seems like it would be so much fun, and he’s the best person to travel with.
DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS AESTHETIC THINGS- Autumn twilight, the crackle of ice as it shatters beneath your touch, the welcoming smell of a homecooked meal, a shoulder stained by a friend’s tears, comforting words from a sharpened tongue, crucifixes clutched tightly in quivering fingers, prayers whispered in the dead of night, a minor melody to soothe the soul, words with hidden meanings, eyes that have seen too much, a smile that seems a touch sad, a single candle to guide you through the darkest woods
RANDOM FACT- I’m always That Kid who has no idea what to say about themselves when there’s no set criteria for fact-giving. Hmm, let’s see...well, since this is a writeblr, I guess I ought to admit that, if I were given the chance to, I would rather write a video game than a book. Not gonna lie, that’s my dream.
LANGUAGES- I speak English, primarily, but I consider myself semi-fluent in Spanish, as well! I studied high-level Spanish courses all throughout my education, and I have a passion for learning about hispanic culture. I am, admittedly, a bit out of practice, though.
TAGGING: Whoever wants to play! I’m not going to swamp twenty-one people’s inboxes with this. But I will invite my fellow snowed-in friend @ratracechronicler to join in, since we’ve both been subjected to the weather.
#tag#tagged#tag game#21 answers tag#about me#about the author#personal#writer#writeblr#writers on tumblr
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Askblog Halloween Special, Discord Edition Part 1
[As many of you are aware, our askblog collective also inhabits a TGS Discord server and occasionally participates in real-time RP threads. These scenarios run parallel to the events of the blogs and feature the same cast, but are usually not considered part of our official Tumblr timeline. Earlier this week, @askbarnum, @askcharitybarnum, @askstabbydeng and I collaborated on a Halloween special of sorts, which I am pleased to share with you now...]
Barnum
-Strolls into the centre ring just as the troupe are packing up after an evening of rehearsing-
Now I know that everyone is ready to head off, but I'd like to open up the opportunity to anyone feeling eager for an adventure.
I have come into possession of a manor house that's supposedly haunted, it's going to be the biggest Halloween attraction in the city. I've got arrangements for tours and people in costumes. It's going to be spectacular, a huge hit with the kids.
First I need to check out that it's a safe building so who's in the mood for a night away from home?
Carlyle
There's no such thing as ghosts. There is such a thing as a safety inspector, though. For the sake of avoiding lawsuits and identifying off-limits areas, I suppose I'm attending this excursion.
Barnum
You seem awfully sure in that statement. C'mon Phil, where's your sense of adventure. You can't sell the unusual if you don't believe in it.
Pats him on the back affectionately as he waltzes past towards the exit
Pack your bags troupe. We meet back here at 8pm sharp. Not a trip for the faint hearted.
Deng Yan
watching this exchange take place. Walks up to Phillip once Barnum leaves I would have to disagree, Carlyle. Spirits are a part of our world, just not one I am afraid of. Regardless, I suppose I should be in attendance. I am intrigued to see what exactly Barnum has in mind.
Carlyle
tries politely to conceal a disbelieving look I respect your beliefs, of course, Miss Yan, but have yet to witness anything that would persuade me otherwise. wanders off to prepare a bag
Barnum
-Eagerly checks his pocket watch, leaning against the tent entrance with a suitcase in hand, a few minutes before 8-
Carlyle
comes in dragging a large suitcase
Deng Yan
wanders up, arm in arm with Charity Mr Barnum. Mr Carlyle. Are we waiting for anyone else to join us this evening?
Carlyle
Do you suppose there will be running water?
Barnum
No no, I think you're the only three who signed up. Can't think why anyone would turn down such an opportunity.
Glances at Phil and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
We are staying for one night, Phil. Why is your case so big?
And no there won't be running water. The place is yet to be renovated, authenticity and all that. I've got a few pillows and blankets in the carriage already but that's really the extent of the luxuries. There's not even a privy. It'll be just like camping, except with an element of the supernatural.
Carlyle
greets Charity and Deng with a small bow and helps them with their bags
Charity
Well this will be fun
Carlyle
...camping? I should have packed more soap.
Barnum
Come along ladies, and gent. Leads the way out to the carriage and holds the door open for them You'll be fine, Phil. You don't need soap, there's unlikely a place to fill a bath tub.
Carlyle
rummages in suitcase and unpacks a pile of books regretfully I guess these can stay here for just one night.
Charity
How much reading were you planning on doing?
Carlyle
You never know.
Barnum
I have to question your logic sometimes.
Carlyle
The classics are never out of place.
Barnum
How many books are in there? Did you even pack a night shirt?
Deng Yan
Now, now. Do we really need to discuss Carlyle's sleeping attire?
Carlyle
Two, in fact. Options are good.
Barnum
Tw....never mind. Just. Let's go.
Herds them into the carriage, Charity sat next to Deng and himself sitting next to Phil opposite the two ladies. Then taps the roof to get them started.
I'm so glad you decided to join us too, Chairy.
Charity
I wouldn't miss this. I love old, haunted houses
Barnum
I'll be just like when we were young.
Charity
Exactly
Deng Yan
When you were young? I don't recall you telling this story before. settling back into the carriage I am also very glad of your company. My Rosie said she would prefer to stay at home in the warm tonight. I cannot think why. We have stayed in far colder places than this. smiles at Charity I needed the female company.
Carlyle
How did you find this place, anyway, PT?
...and being in the company of such fine ladies is always a delight, of course.
Barnum
I have my sources. gives Phil a wink and taps his nose knowingly
They were selling it off extremely cheaply, no-one will purchase it because there has been so many occurrences of the supernatural. Also sixteen people were brutally murdered there. It used to be an orphanage!
Pulls a handful of peanuts out of his pocket to snack on while they ride
Have I really not told any stories about myself and Charity when we were children? She was quite the rebellious young girl. Always eager to sneak out. We'd go exploring in the night time and I was always seeking out abandoned places that we could run off to.
Charity
16 people?! Goodness...
Deng Yan
Why were people murdered in an orphanage?
Charity
Did no one think to check after the first murder?
Barnum
Minor details. Waves his hand dismissively
Carlyle
Murdered. looks appalled
Deng Yan
giggles into her hand at Charity's words
Charity
Maybe the seller was exaggerating a bit?
Deng Yan
No matter. I look forward to this.
Barnum
Picks up the candle lighting the inside of the carriage at night and holds it close to his face.
It happened just over thirty years ago now. This orphanage was like no other, it was a place radiating cruelty and evil. Children preferred being sent to the workhouse to staying here.
The matrons would beat the children for crying out for their parents, the beds were full of mould and disease spread every year leaving the children frail and ill. An awful place.
And one night it got even worse...
Carlyle
shifts uncomfortably in seat and stares out window
Deng Yan
That sounds perfectly horrible.
Charity
....And?
Barnum
Takes off his hat slowly and places it in his lap, leaning the candle on the top.
Lights out was at 8 o'clock. The children were marched to bed and locked in. Heavy wooden doors with large steel locks, the only person with a key was the matron.
That night a man broke into the facility. Some say he was a victim of abuse at the home, returning to the place he was broken. Others say he was a maniac escaped from the asylum down town. Rumour has it he only had half a face.
Runs his fingers down his face eerily for dramatic effect
First he sliced the throat of the matron.
Runs a finger across his throat
Then he took her key then locked himself in the bedroom with the children. There were fifteen to a room and he killed them all. Reports say they were tortured into the night, poor souls. Police didn't find them until the next morning. The murderer had hung himself in the centre of the room surrounded by his victims.
To this day no one knows why it happened. Some say they can still hear the sounds of the children crying for their mothers in the hallways.
Charity
I almost regret asking
Deng Yan
That... really is awful, if there is any truth in it.
Carlyle
continues looking out window, paleness probably just from the reflected moonlight
Deng Yan
Mr Carlyle, are you quite well?
Carlyle
coughs It's unfortunate. Unfortunate if the agent felt the need to concoct such a tale just to unload the property on a buyer known for his love of sensationalism.
Charity
Or we might hear the sounds of children crying tonight....
Barnum
Hangs the candle back in it's place
Oh, the agent didn't say anything about that. He'd be an idiot if he did. I just stayed here for a few months when I was a boy.
Watches the carriage come to a stop outside of a huge dark building, broken windows with a worn down playground.
Oh we're here! C'mon, no time like the present.
Cheerfully unlocks the door and climbs out to grab the bags.
Deng Yan
stares after Barnum for a moment before climbing down after him and offering a hand to Charity Are you quite sure you wish to stay here? You could take the carriage back to the circus?
Carlyle
remains sitting stiffly in carriage for a moment, blinking in obvious horror
Deng Yan
looks back into the carriage at Carlyle I meant you too. I wouldn't think any less of you if you chose not to stay.
Charity
has already set off towards the house
Carlyle
clears throat and scrambles out after Charity Safety protocols.
Deng Yan
takes her bag and follows after them
Charity
Watch out for the cobwebs!
Barnum
Turns around to watch them catch up, grinning in delight, then takes out a large metal key to unlock the huge front doors with a clunk. Waltzing inside the dust covered mansion and breathing in deeply with a look of excitement.
Bit overgrown in places but it all adds to the effect doesn't it? Terribly creepy. It'll make the perfect attraction to terrify people. I think I'll line the floors with rubber for easy cleaning.
Dumps his suitcase carelessly
Carlyle
...why do you anticipate there will be that much mess?
Charity
Because there's no light in here lights candle
Carlyle
hands Charity a lantern to set it in
Barnum
Thank you Charity.
Picks up a lantern from the wall and lights it against hers too
Leans close to Phil and lifts his chin with one finger to meet his gaze in the dim light.
I anticipate because I know that I am very good at running a show. I already have several actors lined up and being fitted for outfits. People love to be frightened.
Deng Yan
wiping a trail of dust from the banister of the stairs, then blowing on her finger, watching the dust rise into the air How long did you say this place had been empty for?
Carlyle
shakes off the feeling of foreboding and hastily grabs another lantern, shining it into corners Long enough to develop a pest problem, it seems.
Barnum
Just over thirty years. They closed down very quickly after the unfortunate events.
Jumps a little as a rat runs over his foot, grunting and stepping back
Blegh. Looks like you're right. I'll get pest control in tomorrow.
Charity
So where are these ghosts you promised me?
Carlyle
bumps into Barnum when he jumps back, having been tailing him closely during their exploration Ack.
Barnum
Careful, Phil.
Turns around to steady the younger man
...You alright? You don't look yourself. Make sure you eat something, alright?
Glances at Charity and cocks an eyebrow
It's still early, and we're only in the lobby, Let's wander upstairs. We can stay in the murder room.
Charity
Ominous. Do you have to call it murder room? I think Carlyle is about to pass out
Carlyle
voice perhaps wavers a bit more than desirable Don't think I'm going to be hungry, thank you.
Deng Yan
I could cleanse the room, if you like.
Carlyle
nods slowly If that would make you feel better.
Barnum
Hey, no doing anything to drive out ghosts. People will pay a fortune to come and look if there are any here.
You ladies go on ahead, its upstairs, eight doors to the left. I'll catch up in a moment, I just need a word with Phil.
Gently tugs Phil back towards the entrance for some fresh air.
Carlyle
follows, glad for a breather
Deng Yan
sighs, walking up the stairs, more dust raising with each footfall He would rather keep the souls of children entrapped in the place they were murdered?
Charity
I'm sure it's just a story
Deng Yan
I like to believe so. I can't truly imagine Barnum being that callous.
Barnum
Pauses in the doorway with Phillip, rubbing circles on his back.
Are you sure you're okay? I can send the carriage to take you back if you're not feeling up to this? Can tell the girls that you felt under the weather or something.
Carlyle
regains some composure taking in the crisp fall air. Shakes head and makes a derisive sound Don't be ridiculous. I know this is all just an act. It was just a bit stifling in there. So much dust.
Barnum
Gives his shoulder a reassuring pat
Alright, well just take it easy. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you.
Presses a kiss to his cheek then turns around to dash off after the ladies
Come join us when you're ready.
Deng Yan
upstairs, making her away along the corridor tell me, Mrs Barnum. Is what he said true? About you sneaking out as a child? I have to confess I can't imagine you conforming to a stifling lifestyle. You are like my Rosie in that respect.
Charity
Yes I used to climb out the window and meet up with him on the beach
Deng Yan
On the beach? Very romantic.
Charity
Not in the middle of winter
Barnum
Jogs to catch them up
Nonsense, the beach is romantic all year round.
Deng Yan
turns quickly at the sounds of his footsteps and visibly relaxes seeing it's Barnum
Charity
You almost died that time you decided to go for a swim on the coldest day of the year
Barnum
Grins proudly as he pushes to walk in between them
Almost. But I didn't. You can't say you weren't impressed by my resilience.
Deng Yan
smirking Now there is a story I would like to hear. From you, Mrs Barnum, not his abridged version. pauses outside the eighth door Is this it?
Charity
Yes obviously I married you for your resilience. It's a deal, Miss Yan
Carlyle
stands at doorway for a few moments longer, feeling a bit more bolstered after the talk, then turns to find he is alone in the lobby ...PT? takes a few steps back inside, swinging lantern around to see Phin? heads up the stairs at a nervous clip
Barnum
Just the one.
Notices the boards nailed over the door when he runs the lantern close
Hmm, I didn't bring a hammer. Hold this for me a moment, won't you.
Passes the lantern to Charity before taking a few steps back and running at the door, throwing himself into it and knocking it hard enough to send the the whole door falling out of its rotting frame and landing on the floor with a loud crack. Revealing an eerie old bedroom, fifteen beds in a row along the long stretch of wall. Strange dark staining on the floorboards hard to make out in the dim light.
Charity
I really hope that's not blood
Deng Yan
It's... probably water residue.
Carlyle
startles at the sound of a sudden crash from further up, followed by a fresh cascade of dust. Coughs and waves away the cloud, taking a blind turn to the left and squinting down the hall
Barnum
Whatever it is, I hope it hasn't weakened the floor boards. Stay here.
Cautiously wanders into the room, careful of every step. Getting to the centre of the room and then bouncing on the creaky floorboards a few times.
...No they're fine. Come on in.
Deng Yan
And what would we have done if you had gone crashing straight through? searching in the shoulder bag she is carrying for something
Barnum
I was at least 60% sure it was fine.
Wanders around, inspecting the beds to see if they're too mouldy to sleep in. Deciding that they are and dumping his suitcase on the ground instead
Can I have my lantern back? It's dark.
Carlyle
counts off doors, though unsure whether it was 8 doors total or on both sides. Shrugs and twists the handle on the final one, stepping into a dim room that looks like a nursery
Charity
Only if you stop angering the ghosts passes lantern What happened to Phillip? Did he go home?
Barnum
Takes it with a sarcastic eye roll
I'm not making that promise.
He was feeling a little faint so he said he'd catch us up after a little fresh air.
Charity
under breath Oh good we're all going to die
Barnum
Squints
...Did you just hear a door open somewhere?
Deng Yan
stops searching her bag Yes I did actually. I am sure it's just Phillip looking for us
Barnum
Clears his throat
Of course. He probably just took a wrong turn.
Deng Yan
Shall I go and check?
Barnum
That would be helpful, don't need him stumbling around in the dark by himself when we're not sure the structure is safe.
Carlyle
steps further in and makes out a moldering old rocking horse, not unlike the one from his own childhood. Runs hand lightly over it, setting it swaying back and forth
Deng Yan
Of course not. retreats back into the hallway Carlyle? walking a little further along the corridor Phillip?
Charity
I don't like us all splitting up like this
Barnum
Waves his hand dismissively
It'll be fine, I'm sure he's not too far away.
Charity
You just said you're not sure it's safe and you let him go walking around without a lantern
Barnum
I'm pretty sure he has a lantern. And he's no idiot. I'm sure we'd hear him if he hurt himself or anything.
Carlyle
sets a mobile spinning in passing, smiling at the shadows of animals thrown onto the walls in the lamplight. Leaves the door open and wanders into the next room, calmer now in these surroundings hearkening back to childhood
Deng Yan
sees the open door and goes to investigate Carlyle? If this is a trick I will not be best pleased.
Carlyle
wanders over to examine a dollhouse, accidentally tipping over some small chairs in the dimness. Sets it aside and catches a glimpse of some bookshelves in the next room. hums a half-forgotten lullaby to himself while exploring, now more sad than frightened by the thought of any souls left forgotten here
Deng Yan
walks through the nursery and into the next room Carlyle??
Barnum
Wanders right to the end of the room, finding the door to the Matrons room and pulling a small piece of wire from his pocket to try to pick it.
She is taking her time though.
Charity
despairing sigh
Carlyle
holds up lantern to read the titles in the shelf Hmm, not bad. sees a flicker of movement out of corner of eye Hello? sits down at the table and opens book Well, if there are 15 of you up here, you've probably been bored to tears. Why don't I tell you a story.
Barnum
If you're going to sigh and huff at me then you are more than welcome to join them.
Successfully picks the lock and lets out a sound of triumph as he confidently steps into the pitch black room, illuminating the moulding ceilings and walls with his lantern
I'm perfectly content to explore the interesting areas by mysel-
Crashes through the floor with a small yelp
Charity
Safer here in the murder room...
Or not.
Did you hurt yourself?
....Phineas?
rushes over
Barnum
Hauls himself to sit up, squinting at the pitch blackness
No, I think I'm fine. My lantern just went out. I'm in the room below.
Charity
Don't move you might've broken something. 60% sure the floor was safe, eh?
Barnum
Charity, I'm fine.
Shifts to his feet
And 60% of the floor probably was safe. I just happened to step on part of the 40% that wasn't.
Carlyle
Once upon a time there lived a beast, cursed to end his existence in an abandoned old manor because of his own hubris. He was once a prince, but his pride led him to push aside others and use the helpless merely as a tool for entertainment and gain.
Deng Yan
looking in the doorway, seeing Phillip with the book Oh, Carlyle.... walks over to rest against the wall near him
Carlyle
For this, he was imprisoned and placed under a spell, along with all the occupants of the house, where they dwelled in an unaging half-life, waiting for the one....
looks up at the sound Miss Yan! Where is everyone? I thought we were meeting here.
Barnum
Kneels down to blindly pat the ground to try to find his lantern, fingers landing on the dulled candle in a puddle of something, grimacing in annoyance realising he wouldn't be able to re-light it.
Chairy, I can't see anything. It's really dark. Have Phil and Deng come back yet?
Deng Yan
You got the wrong room. nods towards the book Carry on, by all means
Charity
No it's just me. This is why I didn't want us going separate ways.
realises she's alone now and the hairs on the back of her neck start to rise
Carlyle
The wrong room? looks around Are you sure?
squints and looks around, in the shadows ...because they seem to think they're in the right room.
Barnum
Takes a couple of cautious steps forwards until his hands touch a wall in the dark, trying to make sense of his blind surroundings
I'm uh. Not a big fan of...
You won't go anywhere will you? You'll stay here with me.
Clears his throat to try to hide the waver in his voice
Charity
I have a lantern, shall I come and find you?
Deng Yan
...They?
Barnum
No!...No it's fine. Don't leave. Stay here.
Charity
If you can't see, you could be getting into anything and I'm not convinced you're not injured.
carefully walks over to where Phineas was and shines light through floorboards
Barnum
Squints at the slight light, breathing a little shakily, at least able to see his own hands now
Carlyle
nods and continues scanning the room Yeah, all of them, just like he said. But they're not angry. And they don't want to haunt. They're waiting for someone to break their curse.
turns to look at Deng now Didn't you say you knew how?
Deng Yan
looks around the room I might... I didn't think you believed in any of this.
Charity
feels something crawl over her shoe
Please be just a rat
Carlyle
...I don't. But I know what something trapped and in pain feels like and there's plenty of that here.
Barnum
Hears the sound of footsteps and shuffles slightly where he is.
Chairy you're not...are you walking around up there? I can hear something down here. There's not supposed to be anyone in here yet. The actors don't start until we've renovated.
Carlyle
Do you have your supplies?
Charity
....No? Haven't moved....
Deng Yan
smiles softly, indicating her bag I do. And you're a sweetheart, you know?
Carlyle
shrugs A fool is someone who isn't willing to change when given reason to.
Charity
unable to stop her voice shaking Phineas? Please come back.
Barnum
Takes off his hat to squeeze against his stomach
I...changed my mind. Come and find me.
Chairy. I think there's someone down here. It's dark, I want to leave now.
Charity
This is what you get for calling something a murder room
backs away to the door and flees
Barnum
Hears creepy sounds creaking in the room like footsteps
Fine I...I take it back. I won't call it a murder room anymore. I won't exploit anything. We can make different Halloween plans, we can-
Feels a hand touch his back and shrieks, turning and bolting as fast as he can into the pitch black hallway
CHARITY!!! PHIL!!! DENG YAN!!!!
[To be continued.]
#tgs#the greatest showman#pt barnum#phillip carlyle#charity barnum#deng yan#halloween 2k18#the greatest halloween#discord
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( the struggle when i made this days ago yet i still wonder why i haven’t gotten any i/ms yhet... *sighsz* ) what it do peeps ! i’m l. i’m a 21 yr old foodie from the est timezone who loves laughin’, watchin’ movies, sleepin’, and ofc food ! i’ve been in the rpc for a few good years now but i’ve never done 1x1 before. i’ve always seen tons of people talkin’ bout it in the tags but never really knew what it was about. since i’m currently an english major whose transferin’ to be a journalism major, i’d love any chance i can get to improve/hone my writin’ skills. if anythin’ below strikes your fancy don’t hesitate to hmu ! p.s: for the moment, i’m still kinda iffy with headcannons and such since i don’t watch like any shows that are runnin’ aside from macgyver and the flash bc coincidentally i’m behind on both... i’ve actually caught up with macgyver and i’m mad i did bc i love lucas till sm rn (but please let me know if i got anythin’ wrong in the ‘ships i’d like to play’ section.. i’ll love you a dozen)
● you can find all my muses here. their musings here here and here. click on the lil pencil to read their bio and stats. really excited to play these muses because some of them are new and some of them haven’t been played in a moment or haven’t been played to its full potential-- so you can see my excitement ! some of these muses i have used before in rps so you may have seen em... or ya have not. either or that’s get crackin ! also i have to add that since some of these muses are new they may need some adjustin’/tweakin. if you have any questions regardin’ on my muses or would just like more info on ‘em please don’t hesitate to message me !
fcs i’d like to play against (there currently aren’t any most wanteds bein’ that i’d like to play against all of these suggests fcs below at any given point):
● shelley henning
● robbie amell
● chris wood
● tessa thompson
● danielle campbell
● nate buzolic
● chris zylka
● jessica parker kennedy
● matthew daddario
● sophia bush
● virginia gardner
● sebastian stan
● alex pettyfer
● cody christian
● taron egerton
● matt barr
● max theiriot
● nico tortorella
● claire holt
● dylan o’brien
● grant gustin
● nathalie kelley
● freddie stroma
● tristin mays
● lucas till
● avan jogia
● aisha dee
● camille guaty
● bianca a. santos
● kylie bunbury
● (really need some more male fc(s) for my jenna dewan-tatum muse SO pls rec some !)
● candice patton
ships i’d like (bold is the chara i’d play):
● faye chamberlain/diana meade (the secret circle)
● veronica mars/logan echolls (veronica mars)
● katrina straford/bianca stratford (10 things i hate about you)
● marti perkins/savannah monroe (marti’s my badass kween but ava’s too much like savannah) (hellcats)
● more to come when i watch some shows/movies !
plots i’d like:
● pls give me somethin’ based on 10 things i hate about you bc classic !!1
● gimme gimme some sixteen candles or pretty in pink pls !
● ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ ( x )
● i’ll take that platonic ship where muse a and muse b come from different worlds and hang out a lot bc both of them fit comfort in the other. muse b’s pretty much comfortable with spillin’ their guts on a silver platter while muse a just quietly sits back and listens-- offerin’ advice in the process bc it’s the nonjudgmental breakfast club. however, one day, out of the blue, muse a has declined all of muse b’s calls, sendin’ them to voicemail. in a panic, muse b rushes over to muse a’s apartment (w/ food in hand bc they know how much of a foodie muse a is). “you weren’t answerin’ my calls, so i just wanted to see if you were ohkay.” and muse a’s eyes are hella puffy w/ makeup smeared all over and all she can do is smile. pLS stop ME !
● i just wanna play this plot again (dear lordty) i need this f/m plot in my life one more time. muse a was brought up in a religious house hold. all her life, she’s had to abide by her strict parents rules, and the regulations of the bible. bein’ that she grew up in a very judgmental and secure environment, she never had a social life because everything that didn’t involve god was considered worldly, which her parents (mainly her mother) never approved of. seven days a week, 2-4 hours a night, church was her life. after high school she did the whole college thing; attendin’ a religious based alta mater to please her parents. yet, she wasn’t satisfied with her life as it was. one day, she had an epiphany, to live her life for herself instead of livin’ it for others. eger to want to complete that change, muse a moves to a smol lil town in hopes of resettin’ the last year of her life. to make endsmeat, she gets a job as a waitress at the towns local cafe. muse b is a campaign manager (or does something in politics) and always orders food from the cafe where muse a works. whenever muse a delivers muse b’s order, they have an interestingly awkward conversation (seein’ as how they’re two people who’d never in a million years interact with each other) until they meet again. everything is peachy keen until muse a jokingly agrees to volunteer in this event muse b’s office is organizing. a few hours into the event (think of like nature or somethin’ involvin’ outdoor/physical activities) something happens to muse b that causes muse a to kiss muse b out of an abrupt fear for their life. and bam ! everything’s awko taco now because it’s like ‘we kissed. but you still annoy the shit out of me with your cocky, egotistic attitude yet at the same time i love how easily it is to talk to you and how you can make me laugh” and someone pls come and take my computer away from me ! ( x )
● any set plots for any of the muses could be great as well !
● pls hit me with a macgyver-esq plot. i’ve been hella obsessed with my mans lucas till lately that i need a plot that doesn’t just occur in my head. muse a is a secret agent workin’ at a foundation that’s cover is a think tank. muse b is muse a’s significant other (possibly workin’ at said job as a secretary or somefing). due to the capacity of muse a’s job, muse b rarely sees them since they’re always gone for days at a time. just gimme me the ‘i just miss havin’ you around.’ ‘i love you so much’. gimme me da fluff !
● i wanted to say something else but i forgot so i’m outie !
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PENN CHOI.
college senior; twenty one.
kim mingyu.
RETIRED.
and, as The Geek once said:
“I’m kinda like the leader. Kinda like the king of the dipshits.”
BEFORE THE PARTY;
When you think of ladies man, there’s surely an image that comes to mind. I’m sure the image that came to mind right then and there wasn’t that of Penn Choi. But that was a big mistake on your part, because that’s exactly what he was expecting from you. But soon come the compliments, the playful banter that leaves you smiling all night and all of a sudden, you find yourself wanting nothing more than kiss him. And if you’re lucky, you might just get to. You see, Penn was the ladies man that you didn’t see coming. It wasn’t known if he’d somehow managed to find out what it is that makes one attracted to others, maybe he’d concocted some love potion in the science wing without anyone realizing it or if he just had it— whatever it was but his track record couldn’t be denied.
The ladies of Rosewood were falling for it. Hard.
So rather than hate on the lanky dweeb, the boys of Rosewood recruited him. They took him in as one of their own, despite the fact that he was nothing like the rest of them. He didn’t come from some affluent background although he often fantasized about it nor did he belong to any sports teams. And one look at him would tell you why that was. He was a part of the track team though, but no girls ever was like ‘Oh, I want to hook up with a guy from the track team’ but they did seem to enjoy watching them run... but regardless, he was nothing like the Stefan McKibbon’s or Ram Sweeney’s of Rosewood yet they wanted him around. Penn had been in no position to turn down friendship from the coolest guys in town so his stock only grew from there.
Soon after, not only did he know what girls wanted to hear. He started looking like what it was that they wanted and that only brought more girls around. Enough for himself and his boys. He started going to bars, which probably should have carded him because he was an obvious minor but that didn’t happen, he was allowed to drive their luxury cars and go on expensive vacations and best yet, he got to be best friends with Jaiveer Raizada.
He knew the guys were just using him and he couldn’t really complain, he was also using them but Jai— that was his boy. They bonded over their love for superhero movies, which was a shocker to him. Just because how did someone as busy as Jai get to watch any movies. He was in and out of Rosewood all the time, performing all over the place and being all cool, but despite that, Jai was one of the most down to earth people he knew. An opinion he shared, but about Penn, so that’s how Penn ended up being the handler of Jai Raizada’s social media. Which was a fancy title he’d come up with just to get the label to let Penn travel around with him.
That being the thing that gave him his own footing in Rosewood. He wasn’t just the dork friend of the cool guys, he was a social media handler for one of the biggest pop acts in the world. Needless to say, not only did his stock go up but so did that ego of his. And while, he thrived in this lifestyle— his best friend didn’t. He just wanted people to see him for the guy that Penn saw him as, he didn’t know why though? Why would he want to be seen as a dork but it was what he wanted and no one gave that to him. His fans only wanted to sleep with him, his girlfriend was too busy for him and Penn wasn’t enough, apparently. So he had to watch his best friend go down a downward spiral, one that he’d actually put to an end.
By suggesting they went back to where they started. Rosewood.
Even if that meant giving up the fancy life that he’d grown accustomed to, his friend’s sanity was far more important. That and just because they were going back home didn’t mean that he couldn’t bring the fancy life with him.
So hide your girlfriends, Rosewood. Because Penn Choi was back in town.
DURING THE PARTY;
Penn had been chatting up a Heather, a feat if you knew just how picky they attended to be with who they gave their time to. But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a stumbling, teary eyed Sanem Bolat coming his way. So, as much as he didn’t want to, he’d have to put a rain check on this conversation. Why was he such a sucker for the redhead? He could have easily continued his conversation and who knows where it would have taken him, but no. Here he was, going over to check up on her.
If she asked, he’d blame it on the fact no one remembered her birthday so he couldn’t exactly be a dick to her on today of all days. But the actual reason? He didn’t think she should go unnoticed. Yeah, she was weird and a bit too dramatic for his liking but at least she was a one of a kind. Well at least the version of her that wasn’t dressed up like Kylie Jenner. He cracked a joke at how badly she walked in heels, it was really bad though. She looked like a baby deer just out of the womb, that’d managed to get a smile from her. As well a punch to his arm, but he didn’t want to think about that. She had a good right hook, too good actually.
Penn suggested that they go for a joyride. She still had a couple of hours to say it was her birthday and given the fact she gave up a whole cake, they probably should go on the lookout for something cake adjacent. Just as she was going to say something she was cut off by Jai, who offered to not only make sure that Magnolia's stayed open for them, but also offered his ride so who was going to turn him down? Although a part of him wished that Sanem had, he’d been enjoying their alone time. How could he be the cool guy when the epitome of cool was now going to be with them?
But who could say no to Jaiveer Raizada, especially when he was letting the birthday girl drive his luxury car. Despite their sudden third wheel, with the two of them was exactly where Penn wanted to be.
alternate faceclaims and prompts.
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i just found a rp blog for sixteen candles!pete wentz in the year of our lord 2017 i am HOLLERING
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tagged by @gonegirlwrites
rules: answer 30 questions and tag blogs you would like to get to know better.
1. nicknames: li, ate, miss lia
2. gender: cis female
3. star sign: taurus
4. Height: 5′0″
5. time: 10:40pm (i’m guessing it’s asking what time it is now)
6. birthday: may 8
7. favorite bands: green day, the maine, city and colour, big time rush
8. favorite solo artists: dude i don’t even know at this point because i just like....i just listen to stuff and if i like it i like it all i know is that emotion by carly ray jepsen is a fucking banger
9. song stuck in my head: why by sabrina carpenter
10. last movie I watched: my cousin vinny
11. last show I watched: catfish
12. when did I create my blog: this one like.............2014 i think
13. what do I post: what don’t i post
14. last thing I googled: solar eclipse time
15. do you have any other blogs: like rp blogs and like my old blog
16. do you get asks: sometimes. amanda sends me cute message so i love her
17. why did you choose your url: BECAUSE I LOVE NANI PELEKAI
18. following: 1134
19. followers: 1296
21. average hours of sleep: 6
22. lucky number: any multiples of four
23. Instruments: clarinet!!!
24. what am I wearing: plaid pj pants and my sixteen candles graphic shirt
26. dream job: i don’t know at this point
27. dream trip: idk like canada????
28. favorite food: sinigang!!!!!!!!!
29. nationality: filipino-american
30. favorite song right now: ummmmm throwing it back to rockstar by prima j
tagging: @violets @disappointedwrites and anyone else who wants to play!!!
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https://patrickstump.typeform.com/to/RRagJS that’s the typeform if anyone is interested!
#16 candles#a little less sixteen candles a little more touch me#fob#fall out boy#fob rp#fall out boy rp#16 candles rp
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JARRAH RAHIMI.
musician; eighteen.
zayn malik.
OPEN.
and, as jake ryan once said:
“I want a serious girlfriend. Somebody I can love that’s gonna love me back. Is that psycho?”
BEFORE THE PARTY;
Success, Jarrah Rahimi had that in spades. But that just came with being one of the hardest working people in music. And for all his hard work, he had singles that skyrocketed to the top of the Billboard Top 100 charts, the album's that continued to outsell the last and performances on some of the biggest stages. It’d been something he’d wanted from a young age, music was what kept him going when his family and himself had not a dollar to their names. But his parents always let him know that no one would be able to take that voice from him. That was his ticket out of this circumstance.
It turned out that his parents were right, his voice had gotten him in Rosewood’s prestigious performing arts program. Who needed some tacky reality show when you managed to get into Rosewood? That in itself was reality television worthy. Graduating from that school was bound to get you in the door of any major label. Jarrah knew he was good at what he did, but he hadn’t expected for his voice to have garnered the attention that it had. Not only had he managed to impress his fellow students and teachers, he’d managed to impress an industry legend. Orion Grantwood. And he could genuinely say that he wouldn’t be the person he was today if it wasn’t for Orion Grantwood. Even if his actions as of late didn’t quite show that appreciation towards the man.
You see, the road to who Jarrah was today was quite the twisted one. Orion Grantwood had plucked Jarrah from Rosewood Academy and put him in one of the biggest boy bands to come out in recent years, which had been a great experience until it hadn’t been. Until he’d felt as if he’d just become a part of a machine, releasing songs that just didn’t matter for the sake of getting money. Sure, money had managed to make his life a lot better than it’d been but what was the point of having this position of they weren’t going to release music that was going to move people? That was the reason why he’d looked up to Orion Grantwood in the first place, for the classic music the man had released during his years in the spotlight. So what did Jarrah do?
He quit. He quit the band and he’d quit being under the mentorship of his favorite musician because he wanted to be his true authentic self. It’d been a scary transition one for him, one where he’d been thrown under the bus for being difficult and perhaps they were right. But his gut had been right, people wanted good music. He was making music he was genuinely proud of, music that had his heart and soul in it and people bought it. They bought him.
Or so he thought, because it seemed as if no one really got him. Yeah, his fans bought him but he wasn’t sure it was the him that he’d prefer they buy. They bought his image and what came with it but did they buy his music? No, since he was often asked to sing that horrible first single that he dropped as a part of that band. They held onto that part of him, no matter how much he tried to shake it off. He was still that teen heartthrob.
So Jarrah started to act out, out of anger and frustration. What good was being loved and adored if it wasn’t for who he really was? No one cared to really get to know him. So he took to drinking, fighting, and women— much to the chagrin of his girlfriend, supermodel Kashmira Multani.
DURING THE PARTY;
Coming back to Rosewood had seemed like a good idea when Penn had presented it to him. Back to his roots, getting back in touch with the person he once was and it’d give him the perfect escape from his currently troubles. But he hadn’t counted on Rosewood being so... boring. Now he was probably being harsh, sure there was things to get into in his hometown but it all seemed like child’s play for someone who’s been traveling the word and getting into all kinds of mischief.
So he sat in his bedroom, throwing a ball against his wall until his phone went off. It was a text from his old friend, Duk Barnes. Apparently it was his little sister’s birthday and he’d royally fucked up. He’d forgotten her birthday, and that was a big deal when you didn’t have assistants to send off flowers and gifts on your behalf. Given that he was home, bored and needed to fix his public image some... Jarrah had decided to throw Duk a bone. He let him know that he’d sing his sister happy birthday at tonight’s festivities. It not only gave him a reason to get out of the house, but he was going to get to go to a party and it was for a good reason.
It was a win-win.
Jarrah's grand return to the Rosewood social scene had been pretty great, if you asked him. He’d been treated to countless shots, surely because those giving it to him thought it would get them somewhere with him and he was about to get great publicity but better than all of that, he’d gotten a round of applause for his rendition of Happy Birthday. It’d felt good to get that back, it was the best high that he’s ever had. But of course that high came crashing down when he found himself face to face to the one person he’d been avoiding.
Kashmira Multani. The love of his life.
They made their way away from the crowd, knowing that this conversation was going to be explosive. They hadn’t spoken in quite some time, Penn had been asked to direct her messages anywhere that he couldn’t see them. If only because he couldn’t face the guilt of what he’d done to her. Yeah, he’d been furious with her for not noticing that his life was in shambles but cheating on her. That’d been low of him. It’d been his biggest regret.
But rather than slap him or tell him off in front of everyone, she just smiled in his face, kissed his lips and told him about how much she missed him. Like some kind of emotionless robot and that’d been it for him. She knew why she was doing it, for the image. For the very thing he’d run to Rosewood to get away from. He wanted to live his life authentically and she deserved the same. To get out there and live, to get to know other people, to get to know herself. So he placed another kiss on her lips, because he knew that while the crowd wasn’t around them, eyes were. They always were. He pulled away slight, saying words that only she could hear.
“We’re done.”
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