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mayfield_rpg2012-06-20 08:52 pm
bonehead) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-20 08:52 pm
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→ fifth shot.
( i know i kind of.. dropped my other threads, and i feel pretty bad about it, but there's a valid reason. wasn't feeling too great about the way i was portraying jake in a calm town and i had trouble finding motivation to do tags when insecure. anyhoo, i figured maybe spicing up his ~adventures~ may remedy that. if i previously RPed with you, i'd understand if you're all, 'bleh jake the dreaded threaddropper'. just thought i'd let you guys know before getting into this. )
[ action; john doe park, noon. ]
[ Jake isn't very satisfied with his life at the moment. Given that he's a prisoner in a world where adventures can't be made everyday, he's slowly growing more and more dissatisfied. He's happy that he gets to meet and talk to people, don't get him wrong, but there's only so many strangers he can scare away before he gets tired of even trying.
So, he figures it's about time to take his life into his own hands and make a name for himself. He taps into his knowledge of comic books and thinks of something he can do that's reminiscent to the likes of Spider-Man. It doesn't take long for Jake to realize he can't shoot web so that idea is shot to dark, but he's suddenly wild-eyed when an older woman has her cat stuck in a tree. Like the wannabe hero that he thinks he is, he wastes no time climbing up the bark like some kind of spider monkey only to--
-- come crashing down. The very unsettling snap of an arm can be heard and he yelps out with pain. He also came into contact with the ground in a not-so-friendly embrace, a stream of crimson going down his nose. Ow. With a broken arm and bloodied nose, he's just going to sit there until someone decides to be the hero that he fails to be. ]
[ phone. ]
'Ello, 'ello to anyone who's taken an interest in listening! I was perhaps wondering if one of you ladies and gents would like to participate in the.. what do you call it, the dreaded Truth or Dare game? More or less the dare part, but whatever works. And I do think it'd be interesting if we made it the moderate-to-risque level of difficulty.
Anyone up to the challenge? Hm?? Dammit, I am using this blasted phone correctly, right?
[ action; john doe park, noon. ]
[ Jake isn't very satisfied with his life at the moment. Given that he's a prisoner in a world where adventures can't be made everyday, he's slowly growing more and more dissatisfied. He's happy that he gets to meet and talk to people, don't get him wrong, but there's only so many strangers he can scare away before he gets tired of even trying.
So, he figures it's about time to take his life into his own hands and make a name for himself. He taps into his knowledge of comic books and thinks of something he can do that's reminiscent to the likes of Spider-Man. It doesn't take long for Jake to realize he can't shoot web so that idea is shot to dark, but he's suddenly wild-eyed when an older woman has her cat stuck in a tree. Like the wannabe hero that he thinks he is, he wastes no time climbing up the bark like some kind of spider monkey only to--
-- come crashing down. The very unsettling snap of an arm can be heard and he yelps out with pain. He also came into contact with the ground in a not-so-friendly embrace, a stream of crimson going down his nose. Ow. With a broken arm and bloodied nose, he's just going to sit there until someone decides to be the hero that he fails to be. ]
[ phone. ]
'Ello, 'ello to anyone who's taken an interest in listening! I was perhaps wondering if one of you ladies and gents would like to participate in the.. what do you call it, the dreaded Truth or Dare game? More or less the dare part, but whatever works. And I do think it'd be interesting if we made it the moderate-to-risque level of difficulty.
Anyone up to the challenge? Hm?? Dammit, I am using this blasted phone correctly, right?
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Oh, it's crossed my mind. [...he won't. really. even when he's irritated his threats are about as intimidating as a dripping wet, sulky looking cat dropped in a bathtub.] I was going to take you to the hospital, but keep it up, mister. You can lay under that tree and wait for some critter to wander by and sit on your arm. And use it as a bed too, if you're unlucky.
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[ Take that, Once-ler. But the fact that Jake clings onto his back harder shows that he's not really in the mood to be dropped off like this is a taxi. No, he'll play nice. No more paps from him for the time being. ]
Onward, Once-ler. We have things to do, places to go. Busy, busy.
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[he grunts, hoisting Jake up a little higher so that he won't fall off.]
Yeah, I thought so.