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:
[ but why? why? surely someone downstairs just wants to torture her all over again, cursing her with this – this vision. gods, it's so difficult to maintain what would be her natural demeanor around anyone else, when she feels like any stitches sewn to patch her up after luke's death are slowly coming undone.
she wants to slam the door in his face and head straight into the house, sending the others after him, chasing him away without question or hesitation. thalia isn't nearly as anti-boy as most of her comrades are, still keeping in touch with percy and the like. sometimes it feels like she was the only one who really loved someone out there, outside of this hunter bubble she has formed around herself. ]
Lucky you, [ she scoffs. ] Haven't seen the dog. Better move on.
You sure? [ luke squints his eyes, tilting his head slightly in disbelief. ] He's really hard to miss. Three heads. Big paws. Slobbers a lot. Probably would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ he looks at her expectantly, purposefully putting it on. he doesn't look over her shoulder for a long while before he steps forward, peering into the hallway as though he doesn't quite believe her. it'd be too easy to bid her goodbye and continue searching, knowing cerberus isn't anywhere close to the hunters' headquarters, but luke doesn't want to leave. ]
[ a part of him doesn't want her to want him to, even though he's wondering if she does. ]
I told you, I haven't seen a dog that's hard to miss and I'm pretty sure most people would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ thalia clenches her jaw and folds her arms tightly across her chest, hands curled around her biceps. not much about her has changed since they last met, fighting until the very end. she never faced him in his final days – no, that privilege went to annabeth while thalia was pathetically trapped beneath a statue. they don't speak much of those days; there are other demigod problems to deal with in the aftermath of the battle of manhattan. she doesn't want to hold a grudge against her friend, not wanting to harbor more negative feelings towards the people she loves.
she wants to slam the door in his face but she selfishly wants to keep staring at him, wanting to punch him in the gut so that she knows that he's real. for the moment.
so, without thinking, that's what thalia does. it's not as harsh a punch as she can manage, but it's enough to get a reaction out of him. ]
[ he'd been expecting it. when she'd opened the door, he'd been waiting for it. on the tips of his toes, standing on the edge of a cliff, he's been waiting for her to push him over — and finds that she does just that. ]
[ still, he acts surprised. ]
Ow. What the f —
[ pulling a face, luke holds his shoulder, twisting his body away from her. frowning at her, he doesn't retaliate. it's in his instincts to do so, but luke stops himself from following his gut and trying to protect himself in a physical fight. thalia's usually hard to beat because he refuses to hurt her. but he knows if he's not the best fighter, he's the best harmer. he's hurt her too many times to count, and he thinks, if anything, she's still holding onto the habit people have when they carve their names into trees. he thinks she bears those carvings of each time he's hurt her on some part of her, even if he can't quite see it. ]
[ through gritted teeth, he snarls, ] What the fuck was that for?
[ thalia doesn't try to control her voice, not caring who sees — she suspects that amy regular old passersby would applaud this short girl for throwing a good enough punch to get him to keel over. there is lightning in her eyes when she glares back at him; the single gut punch will have to do for now.
anyway, it's all she can bring herself to do with him.
her hands remain curled into fists and she shifts ber weight as if anticipating retaliation, remembering the last time she faced him. it seems fishy, bringing luke of all people back from the dead to look for the damn dog. it seems fishy that it has brought him here, but she mostly does not want to admit that he is likely here because of her. she doesn't want to be one of his reasons any more. ]
Because I made a really lame joke? Interrupted your daily Kardashian episode?
[ luke should step back, but he doesn't. thalia throws a mean punch, and his body sometimes has a ghostly ache every time he thinks about the cliff. though his bones had broken and his body had felt like it had fractured beyond repair, his heart is what had shattered on those rocks off the cliff's edge. ]
[ rubbing his chest, he stands tall, and tries his best not to wince. inhaling sharply, he looks at her with his eyes narrowed, disbelief in his expression even though he saw that one coming without any gift for prophecy. ]
[ he knows the exact reason why she's almost gutted him. luke just doesn't want to acknowledge it. ]
You greet everyone who comes back from the dead temporarily with such warm hospitality?
[ the words sounded trite in her head, but she spits them out without hesitation, not holding back. she isn't ready to throttle him again, not wanting to think about the last time they really faced each other, about the cliff and not looking about. it was that fight that pushed her to make an irreversible decision in her life and she hasn't regretted it yet.
taking a shaky breath, she rubs her heels over her face and stands her ground, finding her hands to be bone dry (and thankful for it). ]
Just get out of here, Luke. Go find the dog somewhere else. It's not here.
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she wants to slam the door in his face and head straight into the house, sending the others after him, chasing him away without question or hesitation. thalia isn't nearly as anti-boy as most of her comrades are, still keeping in touch with percy and the like. sometimes it feels like she was the only one who really loved someone out there, outside of this hunter bubble she has formed around herself. ]
Lucky you, [ she scoffs. ] Haven't seen the dog. Better move on.
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[ he looks at her expectantly, purposefully putting it on. he doesn't look over her shoulder for a long while before he steps forward, peering into the hallway as though he doesn't quite believe her. it'd be too easy to bid her goodbye and continue searching, knowing cerberus isn't anywhere close to the hunters' headquarters, but luke doesn't want to leave. ]
[ a part of him doesn't want her to want him to, even though he's wondering if she does. ]
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I told you, I haven't seen a dog that's hard to miss and I'm pretty sure most people would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ thalia clenches her jaw and folds her arms tightly across her chest, hands curled around her biceps. not much about her has changed since they last met, fighting until the very end. she never faced him in his final days – no, that privilege went to annabeth while thalia was pathetically trapped beneath a statue. they don't speak much of those days; there are other demigod problems to deal with in the aftermath of the battle of manhattan. she doesn't want to hold a grudge against her friend, not wanting to harbor more negative feelings towards the people she loves.
she wants to slam the door in his face but she selfishly wants to keep staring at him, wanting to punch him in the gut so that she knows that he's real. for the moment.
so, without thinking, that's what thalia does. it's not as harsh a punch as she can manage, but it's enough to get a reaction out of him. ]
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[ he'd been expecting it. when she'd opened the door, he'd been waiting for it. on the tips of his toes, standing on the edge of a cliff, he's been waiting for her to push him over — and finds that she does just that. ]
[ still, he acts surprised. ]
Ow. What the f —
[ pulling a face, luke holds his shoulder, twisting his body away from her. frowning at her, he doesn't retaliate. it's in his instincts to do so, but luke stops himself from following his gut and trying to protect himself in a physical fight. thalia's usually hard to beat because he refuses to hurt her. but he knows if he's not the best fighter, he's the best harmer. he's hurt her too many times to count, and he thinks, if anything, she's still holding onto the habit people have when they carve their names into trees. he thinks she bears those carvings of each time he's hurt her on some part of her, even if he can't quite see it. ]
[ through gritted teeth, he snarls, ] What the fuck was that for?
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[ thalia doesn't try to control her voice, not caring who sees — she suspects that amy regular old passersby would applaud this short girl for throwing a good enough punch to get him to keel over. there is lightning in her eyes when she glares back at him; the single gut punch will have to do for now.
anyway, it's all she can bring herself to do with him.
her hands remain curled into fists and she shifts ber weight as if anticipating retaliation, remembering the last time she faced him. it seems fishy, bringing luke of all people back from the dead to look for the damn dog. it seems fishy that it has brought him here, but she mostly does not want to admit that he is likely here because of her. she doesn't want to be one of his reasons any more. ]
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[ luke should step back, but he doesn't. thalia throws a mean punch, and his body sometimes has a ghostly ache every time he thinks about the cliff. though his bones had broken and his body had felt like it had fractured beyond repair, his heart is what had shattered on those rocks off the cliff's edge. ]
[ rubbing his chest, he stands tall, and tries his best not to wince. inhaling sharply, he looks at her with his eyes narrowed, disbelief in his expression even though he saw that one coming without any gift for prophecy. ]
[ he knows the exact reason why she's almost gutted him. luke just doesn't want to acknowledge it. ]
You greet everyone who comes back from the dead temporarily with such warm hospitality?
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[ the words sounded trite in her head, but she spits them out without hesitation, not holding back. she isn't ready to throttle him again, not wanting to think about the last time they really faced each other, about the cliff and not looking about. it was that fight that pushed her to make an irreversible decision in her life and she hasn't regretted it yet.
taking a shaky breath, she rubs her heels over her face and stands her ground, finding her hands to be bone dry (and thankful for it). ]
Just get out of here, Luke. Go find the dog somewhere else. It's not here.