so, i'm sort of losing my voices for some of these guys, and i'd like to get them back! basically just picture prompt or write up a scenario for me and we can do this.
these are characters i'd just like to rp -- they're probably half the active ones and half the ones i wish were active! hover for who they are. there are alternate versions available -- and you can ask for someone not on this list if you really hate me! c:
[ bellamy doesn't believe he's changed much, if only calmed down slightly. he's still wound up each and every meet and greet, wondering when the next grounder or mountain man will appear. sometimes he acknowledges the longer the time passes without one popping in for a free meal, the less likely cage or lexa will be approached — but sometimes he finds himself disappointed, waiting for lincoln to reappear, for echo, for maya. he isn't disappointed now, even though he does wonder if she'll leave again. ]
[ their moments in eudio had been brief, but bellamy still remembers roxy. it's difficult to, given she'd handed him a chance at being normal, at being someone who belonged on the ground instead of being misplaced in this city, when she'd handed over a puppy he hadn't known what to do with. he still doesn't, but he thinks nike's okay — she lies down, chin on her arms, as she regards nothing in particular with her sharp gaze. ]
[ bellamy lets his hand drop, a part of him realising what he's done and another portion of him knowing he really shouldn't. his brows furrow for a moment as he regards her cheek, ] I didn't realise being a museum tour guide was dangerous.
Please. ( there's a hint of laughter in roxy's voice, something amused and warmly teasing in the face of his worry and the frown he wears. her cheek will heal. ) I don't offer museum tours to just anybody.
( so really, her job is hardly museum tour guide. of course, they never really talked about the things they do at home, about what their worlds are like -- not to a great degree, and roxy certainly never told him that she's a kingsman agent. she doesn't offer that piece of information to anyone; if asked, she'll just say that she's in the army.
she was, before kingsman, so it's only half a lie.
she regards bellamy for a moment, silent, then drops her gaze to nike. ) She's looking good.
Yeah? [ he smiles, looking down at nike. she's fully grown, with a soft coat she often leaves behind her in her shedding. from the puppy she'd left him to look after to a fully grown dog, sometimes bellamy thinks nike has taught him a hell of a lot more than he's taught her. ]
[ sometimes he wonders if that had been roxy's intention, giving the kid from space a dog to occupy his time, teach him how to live a life that wasn't so ruled by war and culling. she hadn't known that, of course, but bellamy sometimes wonders how he had come off back when he had first come to eudio. ]
She does have all four feet. [ and he looks at his dog to make sure she does, catching her eye as she looks at him. as if catching his eye is an invitation in itself, nike comes over to him and nudges his leg before she sits on his foot. ]
[ after nike makes herself comfortable on one of his feet, bellamy looks up at roxy. with a quirk of his lips, ] You know, the museum's changed a lot since you were last here.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
DOGE
[ their moments in eudio had been brief, but bellamy still remembers roxy. it's difficult to, given she'd handed him a chance at being normal, at being someone who belonged on the ground instead of being misplaced in this city, when she'd handed over a puppy he hadn't known what to do with. he still doesn't, but he thinks nike's okay — she lies down, chin on her arms, as she regards nothing in particular with her sharp gaze. ]
[ bellamy lets his hand drop, a part of him realising what he's done and another portion of him knowing he really shouldn't. his brows furrow for a moment as he regards her cheek, ] I didn't realise being a museum tour guide was dangerous.
no subject
( so really, her job is hardly museum tour guide. of course, they never really talked about the things they do at home, about what their worlds are like -- not to a great degree, and roxy certainly never told him that she's a kingsman agent. she doesn't offer that piece of information to anyone; if asked, she'll just say that she's in the army.
she was, before kingsman, so it's only half a lie.
she regards bellamy for a moment, silent, then drops her gaze to nike. ) She's looking good.
no subject
[ sometimes he wonders if that had been roxy's intention, giving the kid from space a dog to occupy his time, teach him how to live a life that wasn't so ruled by war and culling. she hadn't known that, of course, but bellamy sometimes wonders how he had come off back when he had first come to eudio. ]
She does have all four feet. [ and he looks at his dog to make sure she does, catching her eye as she looks at him. as if catching his eye is an invitation in itself, nike comes over to him and nudges his leg before she sits on his foot. ]
[ after nike makes herself comfortable on one of his feet, bellamy looks up at roxy. with a quirk of his lips, ] You know, the museum's changed a lot since you were last here.