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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Wed Nov 02, 2016 11:50 pm

“From what you’ve told me, it doesn’t sound like you’re discouraged by the idea of mortal peril.” Spinning around to face her I walked backwards slowly, beginning to lose the battle with my eyes. Hated to admit it because Will had once referred to it as one of my repressed private school addictions, but I couldn’t get enough of wet t-shirt competitions. It was ridiculous but the boys always knew where to find me during Spring Breaks. Usually on the stage offering to pour the buckets. It was just one of those things. I was completely powerless to control myself. Like always being prepared for a game of Drunk Jenga aka Drunga. Or being unable to stop shoving alcohol soaked jelly’s, especially if they were those little rainbow teddy bears, into my mouth once they had appeared on a table. “So that’s the angle I was going with.” Tilting my head slightly on the word angle, my roving eyes followed a curve before snapping back to her face.

“You haven’t met my sister.” Grinning I ran both hands through my hair trying to shake myself back into a lucid state where wet clothing didn’t send me into a porno trance. “It’s like she has a tracking device on every present, about three years ago I re-gifted a truly hideous watch and didn’t hear the end of it till the following holiday.” Literally she tagged everything. As of yet I hadn’t found a way to remove whatever cleverly placed charm she used. Geneva just despised the idea that someone might, hate, or ruin something she had bought for them. It only ever came attached to Birthday or Christmas gifts however. “You could shield me from her wrath by taking a selfie with me.” A hint of wickedness found its way into my smile as I pulled my phone from my pocket for the hundredth time that day. “She’ll be dazzled and forget all about the sweater.”


Sitting in Michelle’s car sounded like the perfect plan but it was all dashed to pieces when around the corner of the building came two familiar faces. “Greenmantle! You fucker!” Laughing at Will and Doms dramatic poses of deceit, shock, and sass in the middle of the alley, I turned to Michelle. “Quick, before I get carried away back to hell by my minions.”

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Tue Nov 08, 2016 3:18 pm

How did I honestly answer his question without sounding like a complete try-hard? The most I could do was give the truth in the most nonchalant way possible. Not usually, no. As a matter of fact I find myself drawn to it. Now was the question that I had to ask myself: why did I find the need to be truthful with him? Did it matter? I supposed our conversation so far had pretty much answered the question for him and he hadn't seemed put off by me. In fact, the opposite. Which might be why I was currently unable to have my head on straight. Maybe I was beginning to better understand people, to pick up on their clues which now were seeming more obvious than they ever had. I wasn't oblivious to his gaze over me, and surely if he was clever or not so busy gazing at me, he'd notice that I was having a reaction of my own to his wet, clinging clothing. Goddamn, I'd have a hard time saying no, which went against part of my method: know them just well enough to know whether or not they're going to want more than you want to give. Could I fit him in a convenient stereotype? Rich boy who wasn't ready to settle down? Someone who was done after he'd obtained his goal? God, I hoped so.

One of those, huh? Well, at least I hope she puts decent effort into her gifts. Christmas is just around the corner, so what do you think it'll be? Another sweater? God, I realized I barely knew Kai and I was finding (half cheesy, half clever) ways to completely rag his ass. You know what? I think I'll do you exactly the same way. I'm going to get you the best fucking gifts, and get super butt-hurt when you don't use them. Like, oh, I don't know, a gravy boat. A hot pink gravy boat. And I wanna see it every fucking party you throw. And yes, you can have a picture, but I swear to god if she comes after me over your sweater issues, you're dead, Kai. My eyes narrowed when speaking his name - for an intentional effect. I moved to stand beside him, and at this point all subtlety was gone as I made sure as much of me was touching him as possible, because you know, imagination fuel... for both of us. My ass against his thigh, my grin wicked and I moved a wet chunk of hair away from my face.

Was it terrible that I kind of wanted to watch him be chased by his friends? That I wanted to see just what they'd do to him if he was caught? Too bad only one of the others I found somewhat attractive; or else I'd be wanting to see a Dorian Grey/Ethan Chandler moment. Good god I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. But at this point, with the antics of the day, I was feeling mischievous as fuck. Aw, what's wrong, fellas? I yelled, as I took Kai's hand, stroking his (still warm) palm with the tips of my fingers. You're gonna have to learn to share, I finished as I tugged him along to my car. I stopped just as I arrived with him at my passenger door, looking up at him. So, we have two options. I can drop you off at your car, or we can head to my place.

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Thu Nov 10, 2016 12:37 am

Warning bells where were they? The complete absence of intelligence was not something that I often found to be a problem. I could hear the jokes from Dom and Will right now. Found your kryptonite there chap? Better call up Superman and ask him where he buys his condoms from! Everything about her, about this meeting should be making me ask myself questions, and not stopping until I found answers. The mystery though. I couldn’t detach myself. Whatever she had, I wanted it. I was pretty sure she was buying what I was selling too and I was intending on giving it to her for free.

The sass. My lips curled up slowly, one side first, forming a smirk, which then extended into a smile. “Geneva’s presents are always in the form of clothing, at least she doesn’t buy me underwear.” I would definitely avoid wearing those. Knowing her enchantments she would attach one that would stop me taking them off when in the presence of a woman. That was definitely something she would do just to screw with my head. “I’ll use the shit out of that gravy boat.” Normally I refrained from swearing. I didn’t mind if someone else punctuated every sentence with profanity, it just wasn’t my style. This girl however, for some reason made me want to scream obscenities just to get her out of my head. Not that I actually wanted to eject her. Couldn’t if I tried I suspected. “I’ll fill it with tequila and walk around the party insisting everyone be subjected to a pink boat body shot.”

My heart began beating at a faster pace hearing my name and suddenly having her body pressed against mine. It even took me a moment to remember how to take a photo with my phone. Me! I could have done it in my sleep. A #sweetdreams selfie and posted it to Facebook without even waking up. Once I’d recovered from my brain aneurysm I took the photo and immediately without even looking at the screen, posted it to Facebook. Accompanied with nothing more than a single #dreamgirl? It took about three seconds, I counted them on my fingers, before my phone started going ballistic. “Friends and Followers approve.”


Putting my phone back into my pocket I was left with a conundrum. Michelle’s fingers stroking my palm, or my friends…..what was I saying? There was no big decision to make. Removing my keys with the key card for the apartment building attached out of my pocket, I held them up for the boys to see. “I didn’t bring my car, we walked, so that fact chooses for me.” Throwing my keys in their direction provoked them both into a run. Saluting them I dove into Michelle’s vehicle. Sorry boys.

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Wed Nov 16, 2016 11:50 pm

Oh, come on, I buy my siblings underwear all the time. But now, I had a new mission. I had to find a hot pink gravy boat. Etsy. Seriously, there just had to be one on Etsy. Wait - I was going to have to get to know his ass a little bit better before I spent my cash on a pink piece of pottery. But damn, why did I always come up with the best gift ideas for the people I wasn’t actually buying gifts for? I’ll be first in line, then. I still couldn’t get over it; never would I have looked at this guy and expected him to be so damn fun. What did I expect? I don’t know, just going on looks he probably had horses. Probably talked about all that dressage shit that one of my old coworkers used to talk about. He probably snubbed any kind of wine you could buy at Walmart. I would look at the guy and think he probably wanted people to think he was rich, I don’t know. But now I really couldn’t seem to peel myself away from him.

Was this guy famous, and I just didn’t know? His phone was now blowing up after a single selfie. I think I could post a selfie on Tumblr and lose followers. Good god, just how many friends and followers are there? I said, looking up at him, and now attempting to get a quick glance at the screen of his phone before it disappeared into his pocket. I guess I’d be finding out later, once I had a chance to get on my neglected facebook and do some homework. Now, my own phone was going mad. How the hell had he tagged me so fast?

The angel on my shoulder was hoping he’d shy away, that maybe I was being too forward and ran him off. No, actually, the angel on my shoulder ran away a long time ago, or just decided to join the devil because it was fucking hopeless. The devil on my shoulder had a grin wider than the bell of a tuba. (I work at a music shop, deal with my fucking references, okay?) Another part of me wanted to go after those keys. If he was as rich as he said he was, I was sure his car was better than my Scion.

Which as I started walking toward it, I grew a bit nervous, as if I’d ever given a fuck what anyone else had ever thought in my life. Still, I held my head high and sent a grin back to his posse. God, kinda sucked for them, though, didn’t it? I pulled the fob and unlocked the doors as the car made a quick chirp. Opened the door, practically fell into the driver’s seat, and took a deep breath. Fuck, this was happening. This happen to you often? I asked my passenger as I pulled out of the back parking lot. My apartment wasn’t too far away, walkable on most days, but not when I’d had packages like I did this morning. But of course, we’d hit the red light that felt like it took nine years. Or maybe that was just me.

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Fri Nov 18, 2016 10:10 pm

“Friends, last time I checked..” Which was daily but I wasn’t about to admit that. “…was around four thousand five hundred.” In actual fact, Michelle had been number four thousand, five hundred and Ninety. “Facebook’s maximum is five thousand, so I’m being se-lec-tive.” Each syllable of my last word came out staggered as I took a good look at Michelle’s car for the first time. Estimating others incomes based on their workplace was something I had yet to really grasp. Retail in Index was obviously not booming. At least it was clean, dusty, like she normally walked to work and was potentially a death trap with the dangling personality hanging over the dash. Twisting my back I tried to get comfortable in the seat instantly appreciating built in lumber support.

“Getting into cars with strangers? All the time.” Resting my hand on her headrest when we hit a red light, I almost felt like her vehicle was cramped. Which literally made no sense given some of the interiors of sports cars I’d driven. Shopping for a new car always resulted in me almost ignoring talk of engines, makes and models. Like a teenager I just went with what I thought looked the most cool. As a bonus having my hand near Michelle’s head meant that every now and again, her hair brushed against my skin. “Or did you mean going home with girls I just met?” Raising an eyebrow at her I did actually wonder if this was just another day in the life of Michelle. Can’t say I’d ever scored in a Music Shop before.

That sparked the question. What the hell was I thinking? When she got close my temperature started to rise and not in the romantic truck-stop novel kind of way. I was alright now. Damp clothes working as a cooling agent but I couldn’t bet on that being a crutch forever. Rising higher and higher on my internal memo pad was the desire to learn more fire spells. Something, anything, I could cast to use up all that flame. “What’s the bet this set of lights is busted?” Didn’t know if it was me, thinking it was taking it’s time just because every second had my mind drifting into every porno the boys and I had critiqued while eating buckets of chicken when hungover. Thinking about some scenes made the inside of Michelle’s car look infinitely larger, given what could be achieved. Or Index’s maintenance crew had been on a lunchbreak for weeks. It was probably me.


“Know any travel games to pass the time? and don’t say I spy.” I flashed her a cheeky mock glare and begun unbuttoning my shirt. As much as waterlogged clothing helped draw the heat out of skin, it was also ridiculously uncomfortable.

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