Posts by kody

hey whats up! i'm getting back into the roleplaying scene aka i dont know where the fuck my old account went?? i'd be down for some bxb action/adventure/angst whatever. i could go for some horror kinda stuff rn? whatever you're up for

hey! are you interested in starting another rp? if not, I completely understand. let me know if you have any ideas you want to, i'm interested in a crime-themed rp, modern fantasy, apocalyptic, or really anything dark themed. thanks~

sure that sounds good! i'm really in the mood for some darker stuff and i'm sure whatever you come up with will work

well shit I really like all four of them lol. I love the idea of them almost being forced to work together to achieve a common goal. maybe plot b and they had no idea who each other are beforehand and have to work together to get the hell out? I really like plot d too where maybe they're just acquaintances and then one of them gets tangled up in the other's problems and helps them out. I don't think I'm too helpful haha. do you have a preference and maybe even a character concept you'd like to use??

ok how about plot d? maybe your character has been getting dragged into some shady gang/violence/crime whatever and it ends up following him to his job at the bar, where my character is a regular and tries to help out/intervene? then maybe they can be on the run or whatever and have to stick together.

ok cool! would you be ok with making the first post and getting things starting while i try to fumble around and make a character??

no worries! take your time, it might take me a little while to work out a character anyway.

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Logan wasn’t quite sure what led him to that same old bar. It was a rather far walking distance from his residence hall, and to be quite honest, there really wasn’t anything too special about it. Regardless, it became a habit to sit at that same stool that was at the end of the row and order the same drink on the same night of the week. He figured it was the consistency that kept this newfound habit. His life had been made up of patterns for as long as he could remember, and his body didn’t know what else to do but keep following that repetition. Rowing had once taken up every second of his day, and now? Now he hobbled around with an glaringly ugly knee brace like some cripple that was better off at home.

Ever since the incident as his family and former teammates loved to call his fuckup, Logan had lost nearly everything. His athletic scholarship had disappeared almost as quickly as his spot on the crew. Next to go was any scrap of hope for his own healthy recovery, followed by any bit of pride Logan had to his name. He had gone to the practices for the first couple weeks. Tried to act like everything was normal. Tried to act like he didn’t care that some fucking first year was taking his spot in the best goddamn boat the university had ever seen. But it hurt worse than his injury to see his fourteen years of dedication getting thrown in the trash because his knee decided to twist the wrong way when he tripped.

There was so much time in the day, Logan realised, now that he had officially left the team after showing up to fewer and fewer practices before he stopped altogether. School was too difficult to focus on and he attended class maybe once or twice a week. He had almost no one he could call a friend outside of the team. Now he spent most of his days stumbling around the university campus with his crutches despite the doctors wishes. After he graduated to a knee brace, he spent even more time wandering out and finding little bookstores and cafes tucked in the quiet corners of the city he had never even thought of exploring a few months ago. He realised he was showing up to this bar more and more, and that only alcohol seemed to welcome him back like an old friend.

Logan was a man without a purpose. Where do those type of characters end up? The bar. Naturally. Logan had to shake his head with a sigh as he lifted his glass up to his lips to take another light sip of his drink. I'm going to be an alcoholic at this point. He thought with a sad smile as he set his empty glass down.

He glanced up to flag the bartender down for refill when he noticed how uncomfortable the man was looking. Logan naturally tensed as he watched the quick exchange between the barkeep and an all too pleased stranger sidling up to him. It set him on edge to see such outward discomfort from the normally quiet and seemingly emotionless bartender the often ended up serving Logan his drinks. He had rarely exchanged more than a few words with the man but had appreciated the exchanges from the figure nonetheless Logan felt a sudden protectiveness over the near-stranger and single familiar face in the odd little bar several kilometres from his hall.

"Hey," Logan called and lifted his hand and tipped his empty class to the man, signaling him over to refill his drink and potentially help ease some of the growing tension. Who knows, maybe I'll even try talking to another human being for the first time in days?

ooc: ok whats up my dude. meet logan I hope he's good. I can add more head canons and stuff later and I still gotta figure out a fc but I'll work on it.

Logan watched carefully as the man approached him. Dan? Or Daniel? Logan wasn’t quite sure of his name but nodded as the young man offered him a refill. It was obvious the bartender was avoiding his gaze and instead busied himself with refilling the drink. The blonde didn't miss the way the young man's hands shaking as he clutched the glass. Odd.

Logan mumbled a thanks as Dan set the glass back down and finally met his eyes. He could recognise that type of forced smile without a second thought. It had become his own reflex every time he met a set of pitying eyes or caught a few sympathetic words from others. Although he certainly didn't know the bartender very well at all, he seemed especially distant tonight.

Daniel was an open book this evening. Logan almost wanted to laugh at how obviously uncomfortable the guy was, if not for the own unease gnawing at him. Typically he’d stay away. Everyone has their own shit to deal with by themselves. But tonight? Maybe he was a little more bored than usual, or his mind was now just grasping at something to become invested in at this point. He slid his drink closer to him on the smooth wooden bar and glanced around. There wasn't any sign of the man talking to Dan moments before. It was certainly interesting.

Logan turned his gaze back to focus on the man in front of him. Dan's eyes darted across the bar rapidly but seemed to ignore his presence completely. Logan couldn't help but wonder if he was looking for the nameless man that continued to come up in his own thoughts now. He tapped his fingers on the glass and leaned forward onto the bar more as he continued to search for Dan's eyes.

“You alright there, mate?” Logan asked carefully as Dan continued to look like he'd rather be anywhere else.

He bit his lip and shook his head slightly at there term he used. Ten years in the UK and the slang still felt odd on his lips, never mind to hear it with his own American accent. Some words he had begun to pronounce differently now altogether, giving his cousins back in the states even more reason to tease him when he visited. Regardless, Logan continued to stare down the bartender, hoping to get maybe a little information out of him.

Logan watched the bartender’s expressions carefully. The man’s actions continued to show his discomfort and Logan didn’t miss the uneasy look he was given before Dan broke off the slight eye contact. It caught him off guard when Dan suddenly switched topics to comment on his American accent, of all things. It was an easy pivot, and Logan couldn't blame him.

“Yeah, “ Logan said with a slight smile and nod at the mention of his accent. “Born in the US of A and moved here about ten years ago.” He looked down at his full glass but refrained from taking a drink. It was common for strangers to remark on his accent. It didn’t bother him much, but sometimes he preferred to fly under the radar. Especially at this low point in his life.

“Busy night?” Logan remarked to spark up as much of a conversation he could muster. He had no idea what a busy night would look like at this particular place he realised quickly. Most nights he barely remembered much at all besides the drunken stumble back to his hall. It was about time he talked to someone else, someone new. Most days Logan's voice was rough from disuse. Regardless, Logan felt that this guy could use anything to keep his mind onto other things.

As his eyes traced the man's face in front of him, Logan's mind wandered for a brief second.The nagging feeling of something amiss continued to tug at him, and he wasn’t sure if it was the barkeep’s anxious ticks or just the alcohol beginning to enter his bloodstream. He lifted his head up and turned to look over his shoulder, making no effort to hide his curiosity. As expected, nothing caught his eye and he returned his gaze back to his new companion.

ooc // no worries! i apologise for my late response as well, i've been fairly caught up in some things in life

hey there! I'm really interested in this plot, it sounds pretty cool. here's my character I was thinking about using, if he's all right with you

By the time Evan had reached the bottom of the page he was fully aware that he had processed none of the words glaring meaninglessly back at him. The young man stared blankly at the textbook in his lap, willing the concepts to somehow magically come to him and ease the burden of studying for this goddamn organic chemistry exam.

Instead he sighed and looked down to his left at the bundle of fur curled up next to him. Holly was a light and dark grey tabby that had somehow wormed her way into Evan’s heart in the past few years. He hadn’t wanted a cat, or any pet for that matter. His mother had pushed for him to get a friend or a pet, or anything that wasn't just a pot of dirt and leaves to help him with his anxiety. Now three years and two cats later, Evan would admit that Felix and Holly had definitely helped him out during a rough patch or ten.

Evan was also relived that the cats and his roommate got along. The cats tolerated him, even liked his company to an extent, which was good enough for Evan. Oddly enough, Felix had been avoiding Lucas steadily for the past few days. Evan brushed it off as nothing. Felix had always been moody and it was likely that Lucas had just refused to give him more food.

Lucas was a godsend. Evan had toyed with the idea of a roommate on and off for his first few semesters at the university, but had ultimately chickened out when he realised the chance he might get some madman to live with. But somehow he had found Lucas, in all his strange and oddly charming personality. The ginger haired man hadn’t batted an eye at Evan when he began to unload his boxes of obscure and brightly coloured plants after his two cats were set loose in the apartment. Lucas hadn’t minded Evan’s one word answers and the fact that he rarely left the apartment save for his classes the the occasional trip to the library. It was nice, Evan would admit, that the man was perfectly content to live his own life without interfering with Evan’s own. But the topic of Lucas’ life was one that had entered Evan’s mind frequently.

For the life of him, Evan could not figure the man out. He was always relaxed and all smiles with a friendly joke at the end of his tongue. He put Evan at ease with his confident demeanor and never seemed fazed. Ever. Not when final exams rolled around and Evan was holed up in his room with a gourmet meal from stress cooking. Not when Professor Clark had assigned them a massive project with only one week to complete it. Not even when the school library had temporarily shut down from a small fire, leaving the entire student body without books or research material for three days. Not once had Evan even seen the man with a textbook out or even seem to consider doing his schoolwork. There was no rational solution for how Lucas had even made it this far in university with no proof of his efforts. Dumbfounded, Evan had resigned to simply watching his roommate go about his life. Whether he was a genius in hiding, or had sold his soul to the devil for good marks, Evan did not know.

Even more mysterious were Lucas’ habits of leaving the apartment at odd hours of the day. Evan had ruled out drugs or alcohol. It didn’t fit with Evan’s mental profile of the man. He had wondered briefly if there was some late night study group, but that didn’t work either. Then there was the skull.

Evan shuddered at the thought of the item. He hadn’t meant to sift through Lucas’ belongings without permission. He just couldn’t find his other black sock and wondered if it had gotten mixed up in Lucas’ laundry. After a minute of poking around Evan had found his sock, yes, but he had also found a fucking human skull. It was real. He just knew it was. After staring at it long enough to unfortunately sear the horrid image into his brain, Evan had quietly tucked the item back in Lucas’ things. He had then climbed back on his bed to cuddle Holly and process his thoughts for the next hour. Confrontation wasn't an option, not in Evan's book. He still hadn't figured out how to act with the information. Now, one week later, the event had still crept into his thoughts to distract Evan from even the simplest tasks. Such as studying for the chem exam he already he was destined to fail.

Suddenly the very man of his thoughts interrupted him. Evan jerked his head up wide-eyed as he realised that Lucas was speaking to him. He found himself nodding along to Lucas as he watched the man pull himself together to head out. He even offered a small, but genuine smile as Lucas mentioned breakfast. It was no secret that Evan’s cooking was very popular with his roommate.

"Okay," Evan responded simply at Lucas' string of words. He didn't know how else to reply at this point to his roomate's late night escapades. He instinctively curled his hand around Holly next to him as the man affectionately mentioned his "children" and nodded again.

Then door clicked shut and Evan was alone, save for the two cats and the dozens of plants draped around the room. He glanced over at the clock. 11:30. A terrible time in Evan’s opinion for a late night adventure. It never stopped Lucas though. Evan looked down at his textbook and began again at the top of the page. He didn't get further than a sentence when he slammed the book shut, starling Holly enough to scamper away. The curiosity was eating away at him now. Lucas' odd behaviour. His constant staring at Evan as if waiting for him to call him out. The late nights. The human skull.

It was too much. Evan groaned and shook his head as he slid off his bed, shoving his sneakers on and stumbling towards the door as he stepped on the laces. He needed some air and room to think. Nothing made any sense.

Evan wasn’t quite sure when he stopped clearing his head and starting following Lucas. His mind was moving too quickly for him to process everything and his feet naturally led him onto campus by the time he realised that the familiar shape of Lucas was only a couple dozen metres in front of him. At this point in his ‘walk’, Evan finally began to get his bearings and look around. They were in the quieter part of campus now, away from the bigger university halls and buildings. It was certainly not where he expected to end up. Evan paused when he saw Lucas halt in front of a building that quite frankly, Evan had forgotten existed.

Why would Lucas head to Whiteridge hall? Evan couldn’t think of a time he had ever been inside the old building besides orientation day. No one even mentioned the hall besides as a landmark for directions. As if events couldn’t get any weirder, Lucas began to talk. Evan pressed himself up against a tree on the fringes of the pavement and leaned in towards the voices.

In the darkness Evan couldn’t spot whoever Lucas was talking to. Oddly enough, the voice was the same volume as Lucas’ although Evan couldn’t pick out either of their words. Then the man pulled something free from his pocket and held it up. Evan squinted but couldn’t make out anything more than a rough shape of the small cylindrical item in his roommate’s hand. Drugs? Evan’s first thought was some sort of substance that maybe Lucas was selling someone. Maybe Lucas wasn't as innocent as Evan thought.

Evan stared in confusion as his roommate confidently moved towards the building and transferred whatever item he was holding into his jeans pocket. Then in one fluid motion Lucas pulled off his sweatshirt and whatever shirt he was wearing with it. The fuck? Evan could only stare at the man’s naked back as he then knocked on the door without hesitation. With little pause the door swung open and Lucas disappeared into the darkness inside too quickly for Evan to register. With a low creak the door swung shut and once again Evan was left alone.

It took nearly a minute for Evan to collect himself. He shivered and pulled his light blue sweatshirt tighter around him as he stepped out from under the comfort of the small maple tree. Suddenly he was back into the open New York night once again. He pulled the hood loosely over his head, feeling just a little bit warmer and safer. As he stepped closer to the building, every part of him was screaming to turn around. What was the point of getting caught up in some drug ring? Evan didn't know what propelled him to move forward, but he did until he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. With his arms wrapped around his middle he stood there for a moment, feeling exposed, out of place, and deathly curious. It seemed like every odd, unexplainable thing about Lucas had all the answers behind the door. Evan didn't know why the hell he was so invested in this now, but he was this far.

Evan slowly climbed each step leading to the front of the hall. The quiet building loomed over him in a threatening way that only the night could create. He pulled one arm free and raised it to knock. He hesitated for a brief moment, his knuckles nearly grazing the stained wood. What the fuck was he doing? Without another thought Evan bent his wrist back and quickly rapped three times on the door.

As soon as the sound pierced through the silence Evan felt his heart skip a beat when stepped back. He lowered his hand and felt the overwhelming rush of fear as all of his confidence melted away to leave pure anxiety laced terror. This was all wrong, Evan thought quickly and took another step back until his heels were on the edge of the step. A warm cup of tea sounded much better than dark sketchy buildings right now.

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hey there i'm kody! i'd be interested in some crime or apocalypse themed bxb. i'm a fan of darker and mature themes and would love to plot and roleplay with you!

maybe some sort of apocalypse scenario? the two of them would be forced together to survive and maybe work together towards some common goal besides just survival like reaching some safe house or something. that's the best I can do for right now even though its hella vague lol. i can try think of a more specific or detailed plot if you want to do something more complicated though.

yeah that sounds great! would you like to make the first post or should i? if i do then it won't be up until tomorrow if that's okay.

i'm leaning more toward them not knowing each other if that works for you?? i think it would be fun to really build up the relationship from the very beginning and work towards trust like you said.

i was thinking around late teens to early/mid-twenties. I haven't found a fc yet but i'll start looking.

Evan nearly fell down the stairs when the door swung open instantly, just as he had seen with Lucas. He could only stare with wide eyes as some unfamiliar girl appeared before him. She was wearing, well, Evan was nearly positive that this was some type of cult. There was no other explanation for the odd attire and the words that the girl spoke next after staring at him for longer than he would’ve liked.

He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it abruptly as the girl, Emily, welcomed him inside. Evan had never been great at reading people but Emily’s friendliness seemed genuine, if not eager. Evan forced his lips into a tight smile and gave a small nod as he stepped inside. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around him and his hood up, hoping it wouldn't be a problem.

The world suddenly changed from a quiet Tuesday night to a hubbub of chaos and chatter amongst dozens of students. Evan could only follow Emily mutely as he drank in the overwhelming sights of this strange world inside the old Whiteridge building. He managed to spot a girl he knew from his chem class halfway across the room. Sarah was sporting those same, odd robes as she happily talked with a small group of students in similar clothes. What the hell was this place? Evan began to search now, picking out a couple familiar faces of students he vaguely knew from his classes. Then a familiar red-headed man caught his eye.

Evan nearly tripped as he watched Lucas disappear into one of the wooden stalls and reappear seconds later with the same fucking robe that all these other headcases were sporting. He nearly called out to him. He nearly raised his hands in the air to shout at his roommate and ask what the hell is this place? But Evan couldn't. Even at the thought of the brash action he felt his heart rate pick up and his palms grow sweaty as they gripped the fabric of his sweatshirt like a lifeline.

Evan found he could only watch as Lucas vanished in the group of people. Then Emily began to talk and spurt some nonsense about robes. Goddamn it. Evan realised quickly that they expected him to put on one of those horrid things. Evan noted Emily's words on the robes reshaping to be odd, but dismissed it as the girl's eccentric attitude. Suddenly she was gone. Evan frowned and spun around in a tight circle on his heel. The girl in question, Lacy was only a few paces forward to his left. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Evan moved towards her.

"Uh, hello?" Evan spoke softly as he stopped in front of the green-haired girl. "I was told to come talk to you," he explained lamely.

Maybe this girl would realise what a huge fucking mistake this was. He wanted to tell her he didn't belong here. That he was just following his sketchy ass roommate and had ended up in this weird place. He didn't know how they'd react though. Were strangers welcomed or sacrificed in some satanic ritual? His best bet was to lie low for now and sneak out at some opportune moment to head back to the apartment and curl up in bed like it was all a bad dream.

occ // haha no problem! it was something that took me a bit to figure out as well