Posts by Blacklist

Tommy flinched at the intensity of the sound, half expecting that when he opened his eyes that creature would be upon him. Peeking through lidded blue eyes, he had witness the Lycan descend back into the darkness and then vanish from his sight. The teen sucked in a sharp breath, slowly letting the puff of vapor slide through clenched teeth. He felt weak with relief, his hands trembling slightly down at his sides. Turning on his heels, he heard the sound of something drag through the frozen earth.

The necklace was beautiful, and something drew him towards it. Reaching down absently, he picked it up by the pendant, brushing away an excess debris that had collected off of it's surface. Tommy glanced around at the nothingness that surrounded him, before making up his up. He slipped the delicate piece into his pocket before quickly making a beeline towards his car. Fumbling with his car keys as he went, he slammed the driver's side door and rested his forehead against the steering wheel as he started the car. The boy felt drained.

Tommy blasted the heat and radio, speeding home and making it to his bed in under fifteen minutes. Usually the drive took twenty or twenty-five, but he couldn't reach sanctuary fast enough. Sleep drowned him the instant his head hit the pillow, images of the wolf racing through his restless dreams.

Merry Christmas everyone ~

I took a break from this website for awhile, but I'm back and ready for anything!
I'm open to all kinds of RP, but just a few of the things I enjoy to RP include (but certainly are not limited to!)

- Gangs
- Werewolves
- The Mortal Instruments
- Warriors (In advanced cases only)
- Romance (GxB or BxB)
- Bands
- Ect.

Please feel free to leave any suggestions you may have.

I really only advance RP, which to me is more than paragraph long! I can manage that even my muse is low. Also, please don't reply like once or twice and then vanish on me. Drives me crazy.

Thanks to anyone who replies ~
xo Blacklist.

Hello there c:

I'd love to plot with you!
I haven't RP-ed Naruto in a while though, so I'm a little rusty c;
Hope that's okay!
Oc's sounds like a great idea, I just don't have anything plot wise as of now.

mazzie - Sounds good! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine c:
Did you have a specific plot in mind?

Sneakerdude - I happen to love the walking dead.

Mad Hatter - Hello dearie!!
Sounds wonderful! Rival romance or same side?

[align=center][font=times new roman]Hello Viola! c:
Thanks so much!
A BxB werewolf thread sounds like fun!

Takara. There were many choice words that had been whispered about the red haired warrior. She was a wildcard to say the vary least, and she was quick to let the words sting like venom when ablaze in a rage. Despite her attitude, Takara was about the most loyal partner one could have. She would do anything to help, regardless of how it cost her in the end.

A war was threatening to spill over in the horizon and people refused to acknowledge it, but it's power clung to the air. One false move, and it was game on. The village of course was making preparations, but there were many who would have rather turned a blind eye.

Takara was making tweaks of her own, trying to perfect various types of fighting moves. She understood the very real possibility of this war. Part of her had even wanted it. What better chance to prove herself?

Clink! The sound of metal on metal filled the air, as the blade was knocked from it's path, crashing tip first into the soft dirt and sticking it's landing. Takara's feet hit the ground with a soft thud moment's later, setting themselves to move at any given second. The red headed girl was slightly out of breath from training, her bangs partially covering the left side of her face. Soft grey eyes peaked up at the light blue sky, squinting in the glare of the sun.

Her headband hung proudly around her neck, laying the crevice of her throat. Takara was a thin girl, and on the rather shorter side of scale, reaching only about 5'1 in height on a good day. Her black uniform was dusty in places, suggesting perhaps that Takara had to pick herself up off the ground on more than more than one occasion. Exhaustion was starting to sink in and sooner rather than later, she would give her training a rest.

The war can wait.

Here you go dearie <3

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1416235.new#new

Sorry for the suckish first post!
Wasn't quite sure how to start it c;

Well, the only thing I had plot wise was that possibly they could be from Rival packs?
I dunno, just a thought c:
Otherwise, free-for-all is perfectly fine with me!

That's alright, take your time!

viola - Could you please make the thread? I really appreciate it c:

Mad Hatter - That sounds fine. Would you like to make the thread or should I?

Heart and Soul - Sounds wonderful! Did you have any plot in mind? And would you like to play the boy or girl? I don't mind playing either.

Viola - Thanks so much <3 take your time.

Mad hatter - Sure thing, I'll post the url here when I'm finished.

Heart and Soul - That's fine!
I really like the plot idea. Should we start at the summer where they really fall in love?

Blake Shay Myers.

Gang life was something Blake had never imagined for himself. That was up until about three years ago when he was merely sixteen years old. A product of divorce, and an only child, he had clung to any family unit especially after his mother took to drinking. The poor women didn't know how to handle the situation, and drowned her fears in a bottle every night. Every day. She didn't care where he went, and in fact, Blake pondered the idea that she didn't even know he wasn't at home anymore.

Around the streets, Blake Myers was known as "Bat". It was odd nickname, sure, but it seemed to fit. Blake was more a night character, and he seemed to show up when you least expected him. It had actually started as a joke, but stuck rather quickly. He didn't mind it, for it distinguished him from the rest of the crowd.

Sitting on the steps of a popular hang out for the gang, Blake sat with a cigarette dangling between his lips. He fetched his lighter from his pocket and ignited the tip of the blunt in a blaze, extinguishing the flame as he blew a puff of smoke into the atmosphere. The winter chill clung to the air, and Blake tugged his leather jacket closer around his frame. The teen was skinny, but oddly fit for his stature. He had a wild card type of personality, and was quick to fight his own battles.

Bat leaned back against the banister, allowing his gray eyes to flicker shut in a moment of silence. There seemed to be so much going on lately, and he would take a break wherever he could get it. He would defend his gang with his life, surely he'd already proven that, but sometimes you just a minute to yourself. The boy heaved a light hearted sigh, taking another hit from his cigarette as he rose to his feet, subconsciously brushing away any debris that may have collected on his faded blue jeans.

He didn't want to go home, but Blake had no where to sleep tonight and it seemed to be getting colder with every passing hour. Perhaps tonight, he would have to bite the bullet and go home.

So sorry for the wait!

Mad Hatter - http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1419978.new#new

Psychotic Love - I'll get the link posted asap!

Hello there! c:

I'd love to do a werewolf RP with you. I'm perfectly fine with playing the male character as well.

Whatever you'd like! Either one sounds good to me.

Bat sat in silence of the night, the stars that decorated the sky dancing in his clouded eyes. Despite the cold, it was a rather peaceful night for now. Balancing the cigarette in between his middle and pointer finger, he let another puff of second hand smoke swirl in front of his face before it disappeared without a trace. The menthol tasted wired on his tongue, leaving behind an appealing taste of mint.

He had heard the voice and recognized it before he needed his eyes to confirm the fact. Bat could pick that sweet voice out of crowd like his life depended on it. Briefly, he had recollected the first time he had met Sarah. She had spunk and if he was being truthful, it was something he honestly admired about the girl. With a smirk flashing momentarily across his pale pink lips, he tipped his head up in a half-way greeting.

"Well, hello there, Sugar." His voice broke the silence of the night, flowing between them deep but yet somehow as smooth as velvet. Gripping the banister, Bat hauled himself up onto his feet and turned to face his fellow gang member. "What a pleasure, He added with a self humored chuckle. Extinguishing the half burned cigarette on the wall of the building, Bat flicked the bud away with a swift motion of his wrist.

Hands sliding into the pockets of his leather jacket, he dismounted the three steps in a single bound and made his way leisurely towards Sarah. "Shouldn't you be at a club enjoying yourself or something? He questioned allowed, not meaning to be disrespectful, for a genuine curiosity laced his tone of voice. His blunt way of speaking offered ruffled a few feathers. "Surely you shouldn't be wondering in the dark all by yourself."

Bat stopped roughly two feet in front of her, raising in eyebrow in an almost teasing manner. He was in a decent mood tonight, completely relaxed and at ease for now. While it was rare sight to behold, Blake did have a playful side, though it was usually hidden beneath his serious and tough-guy demeanor that masked it on a daily basis.

He would be lying to deny her beauty, and standing in the dim light of the alley, Bat was having a hard time concentrating on his normal façade. He supposed the drinking he had done nearly an hour ago wasn't exactly leaning in his favor either. Running a hand absently through his mouse brown hair, his gray orbs gazed unwavering and waiting into her own.

He could remember it all; down to every last detail. There was no denying his feelings for the girl, but deep down Ronnie was absolutely terrified of rejection. She was his everything, his entire world. So why was it, he could never find the voice to tell her? This lake house was the root of it all. The first time he held her hand and the first time he kissed her. Ronnie had never been scared and so alive all the same time. It had given him hope, but as the summer had come and gone, they never spoke about what blossomed that night. Maybe it was better that way.

Now? Times were hard and money was tight. That future of that very lake house hung in an uncertain balance. The families were forced to sell because they couldn't afford the payments, and it was honestly the only option that had left. It was the unfortunate truth, and it made Ronnie uncomfortable to think about. What if he lost her along with the home? Shoving the idea to the back of his mind, the boy heaved a heavy sigh.

Ronnie now descended the stairs of that very house, passing by various boxes that were labeled with all their belongings. The entire atmosphere was dimly lit from the light that poured in through the windows and a candle that was ablaze on the night stand in his old room. The door had been left partially open as it gave way with a squeal as the teen pushed the it the rest of the way open. His room was now barren, all except for the picture that sat beside his old bed on the side table.

The portrait had been taken from behind, surprising him later when it was given to him as a gift, but it depicted the image of him and his crush holding hands when they were smaller. Ronnie couldn't help but smile as he picked up the silver framed image, letting the memory of that day consume him for the moment.