Roleplay! discussion

Heyy! :D

So, welcome to the domain. How may I be of service?

Hiya!

Erm...do you have any ideas?

.....Would I sound stupid if I said no?

Aw well, I'm gonna sound crazy later, so-

Sorry, I'm rambling. And, like I said, I kinda don't. I did, but now.... *Sigh*

No you wouldn't...but I'm confused...o.O

Me too. I'm glad I'm not alone.

Imma shoot ideas, now. Fantasy, Dystopian, Realistic, Zombies, Apocolyptic, Book Realated, Old Timey.

Oh and the classic question: You want the boy or girl, because I'm good with either. Or we could do doubles.

Hrm...zombie apocolypse?

And can I be the girl?

Sure, to both questions! :D

Okay :) I'll get to work on my charrie

Okay! I'll mine too!

Name: Vanessa Forth
Age: 23
Gender: F
Appearance: http://s4.hubimg.com/u/6409823_f260.jpg
Other: carries a pistol and a kitana.

Name: Devon Revenos
Age: 23
Looks: Heere's Devon!
Personality: You'll find out ;)
Other: He likes to paint and take pictures.

((I'm watching Final Destination 2, so I'm in the perfect mood for zombie killing!))

((I don't know why, but he was so much more detailed in my head.))

((Nice XD I'll start))

Vanessa fired her pistol one last time, finishing off another zombie. She tucked the gun back into its holster and drew her kitana just in case.

((:P))

Devon, twirling his dagger in between his fingers, whistled merrily as he walked down the deserted street, glad to be free of the undead for however short of time.

She turned her head when she heard whistling and saw a guy holding a dagger.

Devon didn't see the female looking at him; his eyes were closed and his spirits were high, a lot higher than they were the first time the virus spread through the area.

Noticing that he didn't notice her, she silently snuck up behind him, and put the kitana to his throat, "Who are you?" she hissed.

Devon's eyes snapped open, suprise overtaking him. But then he rolled his eyes. Another survivor, he thought, only moving his knife in his hand. "Well, I'm Devon, and you are?" he asked, sounding friendly.

"Vanessa," she narrowed her eyes, then deciding she could trust him, pulled away, but kept her kitana ready.

"Well, thank you for not murdering me, Vannessa," Devon said, stepping away from her in one large step, turning around.

She frowned and looked at him, "I haven't seen an actual person for a long time."

"I did. A few days ago. She was rather insane, but better than the undead," Devon said, shrugging a little but his friendly tone was still intact.

"Congratulations," she rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Devon said, taking a bow dramaticly.

She rolled her eyes again, "Uh...yeah."

Devon, being the happy devil he was, smiled crookedly, rolling his eyes at her. "Yup!"

"Yeah..." she tucked her kitana away.

"So, anyways, what's been goin' on? I just got to this part of the country," Devon said.

She shrugged, "Zombies, zombies, AAAANNNNDDD zombies."

"Shocker," Devon said sarcasticly, faking suprise.

"Major," she said sarcatically.

Devon laughed happily, still smiling. "Ah, you're funny. Know that?"

"Nobody ever said I was funny before. I got: sarcastic, cruel, rude," she ticked them off on her fingers.

"I have a lot, some I shouldn't repeat," Devon said, still cheerful.

She almost smiled, but caught herself, and kept her face neutral, "Nice."

"No, they really weren't," Devon joked, even though he knew perfectly well what she meant. He grinned, turning on his heel and starting to walk.

"Wait!" she exclaimed.

"Yesss?" Devon mused, turning on his heel, still amused.

She bit her lip, "C-can I hang with you for...a while?"

"Sure! The less undead company the better!" Devon said cheerfully.

((Can't you just picture him like a guy cheerleader!? Cuz I can!))

((OMIGOSH YES!!!! XD ))

She nodded, "Thanks."

"No problem, Vanessa!" Devon said, shaking his head just because she nodded. He was very odd, obviously.

((I KNOW, RIGHT?! XP))

"Okay then..." she said slowly.

((XDXDXDXD))

"So, what now?" Devon asked, raising an eyebrow.

((Sorry, my not's are being retarded))

She shrugged, "Survival."

((It's cool! Mine too!))

"Thank you dear Watson," Devon said, rolling his eyes.

"You're welcome Holmes," she muttered sarcastically, "If you're such a dectective, then what should we do Sherlock?"

"Well, it's elementry Watson," Devon said, faking a British accent, still cheerful as ever. "It should be obvious."

She rolled her eyes, "And what do you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't know Watson my dear," Devon said, shrugging.