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Apologies in advance for the lack of coding and pretty frills. I promise I'm not as boring as my search thread. I'm Em, millennial filth seeking some dopamine through collaborative storytelling. I'm here to give you fun, gritty, beautifully flawed characters thrust into dumpster fires, armed...

A single, dark brow was perked at Gimmick's incredulous behavior. "Señor Gimmick?" She repeated dryly. "What are you, superhero telemundo, now?" He wasn't wrong, of course. He had risked his hide back there as well. Maybe not as much as Cam had risked hers, but it wasn't a competition...

Camila was watching (and listening to) Gimmick carefully. She was trying to gauge how affected he was by this discovery. His emotions, or lack thereof, could be a pretty good indicator as to how involved in this he was. It wasn't lost on Cam that, as far as she knew, this robo-flop could've...

"Aren't all underground fight clubs the 'you don't talk about fight club' fight clubs?" A very sarcastic answer to Gimmick's question, and yet... kind of true. This was definitely one of those places that didn't get talked about, which was probably made obvious by the fact that one had to...

Camila wasn't wasting time with explanations. Not now, at least. Gimmick would just have to deal with her silence while they made their not-so-speedy getaway. She looked at him and was half-tempted to ask if he had some kind of getaway vehicle but ultimately decided she didn't want to know...

"Who said they gave any of this stuff?" Her response was muffled while she was still in the crate. "They probably sold it." Anything to make a dime, right? Unfortunately, they didn't exactly have time to debate. Their visitors had arrived, and Cam was stuck in a brief "deer in the...

"Don't call me 'señorita'," Cam said, though gave him absolutely no other name to call her by. First or last names could be dangerous. The last thing she needed was for Gimmick to pull up a Google search on that little helmet of his and find out that he was dealing with not a cop. Those were...

Camila watched Gimmick work with her arms folded across her chest and a continued look of suspicion on her face. Well, suspicion and concern. Watching Gimmick pull out what appeared to be a glorified Rubix cube, she worried. What was this guy's superpower? Being a major nerd? So far, it...

Gimmick's got a few gimmicks up his sleeve... Yep. This guy was definitely going to get them killed. Camila was already unconvinced, but when he went and told her his "alias", she was sure: They were doomed. She had half a mind to ask if he gave himself that name or if there was someone...

Indie? Cam looked very unconvinced, one dark eyebrow raising in a look that said “I’m not buying it”. Her arms were folded across her chest like she was still (not so) patiently waiting for an answer. An acceptable answer. Instead, the stranger followed up with introducing himself as “Gimmick”...

@AiDEE-c0 - is this RP still on? My discord server vanished and idk if I accidentally deleted it or what lol. If it's still going, can you please resend me the discord link? Thanks!

One headphone was nestled in the left ear of Camila Greene, a calm beat providing rhythm to her footsteps. The streets were still slick from a light rain that had passed through quickly about an hour ago. Lights from the city's garish billboards and skyscrapers were reflected in the shiny...

The smell was the first thing Danika noticed. That sick, coppery tinge was made worse by the wetness still-clinging to the air and trees after the rain. It made the scent thicker; stronger. It practically coated a layer on Dani's tongue. Her stomach dropped the second she landed on that...

The sight of the sun and the dirt falling created equal and opposite reactions. Her eyes could see, but with that opening sensation also came the very closed feeling of dirt in her mouth. It choked her airways, but she could not cough it out because more dirt was falling in. They were still...

The scream that the girl emitted caused Danika's heart to pound more than what caused it. The blonde turned from where she was perched atop a high branch and looked down, eyes wide; pupils dilated. She barely watched the owl as it departed. She barely heard what was being said below. Even if...

The conversations happening around Danika soon became muffled background noise. The blonde wore a look of intense focus, brows pinched together and lips pulling downward, as they headed into the fog-filled thicket. A feeling of unease sat just beneath her sternum. It was a familiar sensation...

Hello! I could definitely play a Matt Murdock for you. Wondering how comfortable you'd be with playing Frank Castle? Feel free to PM me if you prefer to discuss there.

Palmer’s outburst, while unsettling, wasn’t exactly surprising. Nor was it unwarranted. There wasn’t anything easy about dealing with Titans. There certainly wasn’t anything easy about watching them eat people. Calahan wasn’t the first soldier to find themselves in the midst of a mental...

@JustAlexandra - not sure if this RP is still going or not, but I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow and won't be active until Monday at the earliest.