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:
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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[ 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.