Aʟᴘʜᴀ & Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ Bᴀᴅᴀss

[[ resident reaper ]]

At it again :)

[[deleted user]]

Absolutely! You got any ideas in particular or shall we brainstorm?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Well, I have a couple of ideas but I love brainstorming! Do you have any ideas?

[[deleted user]]

Weeeelllll.....


Hmmm.......

Okay, no I don't.

My brain has abandoned me.

I'd love to hear your ideas! And I always love brainstorming XD

[[ resident reaper ]]

Okay here is two:

#1: (view spoiler)[After the tragic loss of her mother and unborn baby brother, she was forced to live with her Aunt at her father's request who no longer seemed to speak to his own daughter. Her aunt lives a lavish lifestyle in London at the Westchester Estate where she would always go balls and social events to which she makes her poor niece endure. But when her frivolous aunt takes her to a ball where she comes face to face with the most cruel and tricky man she has ever meet, she becomes curious and soon the two square off in a heated battle of wits. [ Probably a Victorian Era Rp] (hide spoiler)]

#2: (view spoiler)[A woman was nearly killed by someone, but she survived (if you call it surviving) because she is now in a coma. Her spirit is stuck in limbo and she is now a ghost until she dies or wakes up. By accident, she finds a man (an ex-cop) that can see her and she asks him to help her find and bring justice to the person that attempted to kill her who is also still out there killing women.
Ever since he was a child, he could see ghost. They spoke to him and always asked him for help, they became the reason he lost his job as a cop. Everyone had thought he had gone crazy. And now he has an annoying stubborn comatose woman asking him to find a psycho-killer that is on the loose. [Modern with a slight supernatural aspect only in that there are gifts. (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

I really like both ideas! :3 Though, for the first one, my Victorian era skills are a bit rough, so you'll have to bear with me on that.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Awesome!! :) That is okay, we will un-roughly them xD

[[deleted user]]

Haha, sounds good. I haven't done much Victorian, only read about it, so I can learn from you. Which characters do you want to play?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Doesn't matter! I will play any character :)

[[deleted user]]

Aaaaahhhh ajdjfklslalak you leave the decision making to me. I suck at decision making. Okay then. Hmmm.... Girl from the first and guy from the second? Is that okay with you?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Yeah that is cool with me :D

[[deleted user]]

Lovely C: charries now, yeah?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Why yes my dear. I do believe it is time for such an event.

[[deleted user]]

Well then, let me go search for good images. Are we speaking Victorian-style? XD

[[ resident reaper ]]

Yes. We are. Really darling, you must learn to adapt to high society standards. It is the way things are meant to be.

[[deleted user]]

Oh my dear, I don't live up to high society standards. I set them.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Spoken like a true aristocrat. Very well. I shall proceed to the creation of my characters.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Name: Arthur Augustus Louis
Friends call him: Arthur
The rest may call him: Lord Louis
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Name: Lana Roberts
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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[Name] Rose Genevieve Grace

[Gender] Male

[Age] 23

[Appearance]
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[Name] Reed Cole

[Gender] Male

[Age] 25

[Appearance]
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[[deleted user]]

Sorry, my iPad died on me and I had to go recharge it. Anyway, it won't let me see the image for Arthur.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Fixed it! sorry! whoa, Rose is so pretty and Reed is damn.

[[deleted user]]

Same for Arthur and Lana. Plus I love the name Lana :3

[[ resident reaper ]]

Haha! Okay, now the time has come for one of us to start the roleplay.

I vote rock, paper, scissors contest.

[[deleted user]]

Yes, ma'm. I got scissors.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Lol we have to do it at the same time! xD so that it is fair darling.

so when it becomes _(whatever time zone you are in):43 we both post quickly. okay.

[[ resident reaper ]]

PAPER!

[[deleted user]]

Sorry, I had to leave for a few. You want to go again?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Yes please lol. How about at __:35? that way you may see it by then

[[deleted user]]

:35 has passed, though, I think. XD this will never be resolved, why don't I just start?

[[ resident reaper ]]

Okay lol I failed terribly xD

[[deleted user]]

Lol 'sokay. At the moment I have to go eat, but I'll write up my post later today hopefully. Where are we starting off with them? For the first two, I assume at the party, and the second two I'm not sure.

[[ resident reaper ]]

hmmm, he could be around the crime scene and she can already be in limbo to start

[[deleted user]]

Sounds good.

[[ resident reaper ]]

Cool

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Before I post, which tense are we doing this in? Because every time I start writing, I catch myself accidentally switching to first tense. I'm not quite sure why.

[[ resident reaper ]]

third person unless in dialogue or thought processing

[[deleted user]]

Okey dokey :3

[[deleted user]]

Rose had once thought that you could watch the same person die only once. She couldn't have been farther from the truth. Because even now, more than two weeks after her mother's death, she couldn't seem to stop reliving that horrible moment. Everything reminded her of her mother, and then the fact that her mother was dead with hit her once more like a hard punch to the stomach. She would remember again the light dying in her mother's eyes as she slowly slipped away, and no matter how hard she tried to hold on instead to her mother's smile, her laugh, her voice, her dying moment pushed all other memories away and left Rose with only an empty sense of despair.

Like an endless nightmare, she saw her mother dying over and over, saw her lips move to form words, saw her warm brown eyes, so like Rose's own, become flat and glassy and empty of life. She would never know now what her mother had been trying to say. They said that the first stage of grief is denial, but Rose must have skipped over that one and reached whichever stage came next. Because looking into those eyes and seeing none of the light that had always lived in them, she had known without a doubt that her mother was gone. Those eyes weren't hers, not anymore.

"Back straight and chin up, Genevieve dear. And do stop fidgeting with your dress, won't you?"

That was Lady Elizabeth Jane Grace of Westchester Estate, the much older sister of Rose's father, and she just couldn't seem to understand that the name Rose went by was not Genevieve. Genevieve is my mother's name. Was my mother's name.

She obediently stilled her hands by her sides and lifted her chin, trying not to make eye contact with anyone else at the ball. The dress that Rose's aunt had fitted her into was nothing like the loose, flowing, comfortable dresses she was used to. She had worn it only because her aunt had insisted that this ball called for something better than Rose's usual attire. Aunt is kind to let me stay with her, Rose reminded herself firmly. I mustn't irk her. After all, her father had made it clear that she was not to return home to him.

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Reed Cole was different. He'd always been different. He knew that. He'd learned to cope with it. Somewhat anyway. Because Reed could see the spirits of dead people. They came to him, looking at first like perfectly normal people, and they spoke to him, begged him to help them. The thing was, these people were supposed to be dead. And no one else saw them. No one, that is, but Reed. He'd been seeing them and hearing their desperate pleas all his life, and it hadn't been fun. When he was younger, he never did understand why people around him never seemed to notice the spirits, and he'd brought it up a few times until he'd been labeled as insane.

He'd learned the hard way to keep his mouth shut. It had cost him everything: his parents, his brother, his job, his career, his reputation, everything. But he'd learned from it and he knew better now.

He'd figured out how to deal with the spirits. He ignored them, turned a blind eye and a deaf ear. He knew how to differentiate between the dead and the living now; the dead seemed normal at first glance but then you realized there was something distinctly different about them. For one, they seemed to glide, not walk. They were perfectly clear if they were at the side of your vision, but if you focused on them they became blurred. It was highly frustrating, actually.

And then she'd come along and turned everything upside down again. The ghost of a woman who kept insisting he hunt down a killer or something like that, and she was bloody persistent. No matter how he tried to discourage her and turn her away, she wouldn't give up. It was driving him crazy.

Ironic, really. They'd always thought he was insane. And now he just might be going that way. Well, there was no one to blame but that woman. Ghost. Whatever. It would be the height of irony if, right when he'd gotten himself and his train wreck life back on track again, everything crashed again? Yeah, that would be real funny.

Reed failed to see the humor in his disaster of a life.

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[ You there? Everything okay? ]

[[ resident reaper ]]

Arthur had been standing in discussion with a couple of businessmen and friends at the ball held at the Westchester Estate when a servant who was obviously tripped split champaign on his coat. He knew the reaction most men in his position would give. An angry shout and request the very servant to be fired. But Arthur was not that type of man.

The thing about Arthur is he is a man who never loses his composure or his temper. Many have said that he make the King of England look as if he were a child in comparison. Though many people secretly wish he wouldn't be so calm or composed, of course these individuals dislike Arthur. And he knew these individuals, they pretended to be his friend, they always smiled and greeted him with secret agendas. Arthur didn't care for any of them however he simply enjoyed disappointing them.

His partners grunted with dismay and the servant babbled his apologies with an embarrassed and mortified look. Arthur simply smiled. "Do not fret, it was beginning to get stuffy in here any. Here, why don't you have one of the maids clean the coat." He said to the servant as he took of his coat and handed it to the servant. His so called friends seemed disappointed but Arthur simply smiled and resumed conversing.

"ah look here. It seems our hostess graces us with her presences. And look my dear cousin is with her. I think I will go speak to her. Excuse me gentlemen. " Thomas said smiling at Arthur before leaving. Thomas was the only decent man in the room excluding himself. Arthur glanced at the Lady Elizabeth then her niece before returning to business.

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"Hello!! Are you even listening to me?! God, if I could just punch…..grrr" Lana squeezed her fist together. She was getting so frustrated with this guy. How hard is to find a stupid killer? This guy was a freaking cop, it shouldn't be hard, CSI do it all the time. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. This was really hard to do considering this is the worst day of her entire life.

Sirens still rang through out the streets just a block away from her bakery shop. Lana was secretly thankful this didn't happen outside of her bakery shop, that would have been bad for business. Her family has owned that shop for generations, she wasn't going to be the one that screws it up. Lana glanced at the scene, there were yellow police tapes around the whole area and Lana's blood stained the street and alley way. Weird people dress in all plastic suits walked around taking pictures of the crime scene. Lana shivered at the thoughts and rubbed her arms as if she was cold but in truth she felt nothing. She hadn't felt anything for awhile except for this tugging string that seemed to connect her to her body. At least that is what she assumed it was doing. It was still hard to believe that she was going to dying, that someone would have succeeded in killing her .

Why? Why the hell would someone want to kill her? What she do to deserve this? Lana thought as her eyebrows furred in confusion and anger. She needed,no…HAD get it together. She wasn't dead. Not yet at least. But hell be damned if she was going to let this sick son of a bitch get away with what he did.

Lana tried to remember her day, it was pretty normal except for orders at the bakery shop were getting mixed up and Lana as usual had to fix it. One of her employees messed up the orders for the day and on top of that decided to quit. This was normal for her, nothing out of the order until it came to closing time. She had been getting this weird vibe that she was being watched and decided to lock up earlier than usual. And that was when it happened…..when she was attacked.

[[ resident reaper ]]

[Really sorry but I have been and still am seriously busy. Apologies!]

[[deleted user]]

[Ohmygodyoureback eeeeeeeeeeee I was worried something happened o.o I'm so glad you're okay *tackle hugs into eternity*]

[[ resident reaper ]]

[*hugs back* Yeah, I had serious overload on school. Thought I was going to die of burnout.]

[[deleted user]]

[I feel your pain I'm going through the same thing. Semester finals, y'know. On top of that -- family problems >.>]

[[ resident reaper ]]

[oh god, family problems are the worse. The fact that you love someone unconditionally can be gift-curse really. Mostly gift. Fucking hate finals..excuse my french.]

[[deleted user]]

[god tell me about it. I think it's probably the fact that you do love them unconditionally that makes you so angry when they end screwing up your life x-x and damn finals. Thanksgiving break is hardly even a break.]

[[ resident reaper ]]

[Damn straight. Thanksgiving break was nothing, 2 days off plus my weekend. ]

[[deleted user]]

[For me it was the whole week but we had people over like the entire time and it was hell >.> tomorrow's school again and I'm so dreading it...sigh]

[[ resident reaper ]]

[ugh SCHOOL! I didn't DO ANYTHING DURING MY BREAK and I seriously have a case load of crap to deal with]

[[deleted user]]

[oh god me neither and now if I fail all my exams I'm going to be so screwed ahfkaljfjakaldofjsmkdlaksdjj]