buzzokill

[buzzokill]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

   NAME: chess!

   PRONOUNS: he/she/they, no preference

   PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: discord's best, but tumblr im's work too! you can find my discord in stats

   NAME OF MUSE(S): buzzo. just buzzo. he promises.

   RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): yeeesh.. since 2010? 2009?

   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: started with forum rp, and now i mostly do discord or twt! this is my first real endeavor into tumblr rp!

   BEST EXPERIENCE: discord my beloved... formatting is my enemy

   RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: see above, i'm not a huge fan of overly formatted posts! not a complete dealbreaker, but it can be difficult for me to read at times. otherwise... none really outside of proper rp etiquette!

   FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: anything but smut! i'm an adult, but would just prefer not to. buzzo is FANTASTIC for angst tho

   PLOTS OR MEMES: oh gosh both?? for more in-depth stuff i'd probably love to plot ooc first just because this Is my first time with tumblr rp, and i'm not totally accustomed to taking the plunge! but i'd love to do both, smaller/quicker prompts from memes are good to just get writing without mulling over it too hard

   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: both are great!

   BEST TIME TO WRITE: oh geez. evenings are best! at the time of writing this though, it's 'any time after november 14th at 11:59 pm' because lord knows this project isn't gonna code itself.

   ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): not even a little bit thank god. love this man, he's a bit of a weapons grade freak.

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[buzzokill]

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it's like waking up from a dream. city sounds permeate his conscious, and as buzzo's eyes blearily flit open, he's met with a stunning, sparkling skyline. cars fly past on one side, headlines cutting through the night. as he goes to back away, he feels the heel of his boot slip over the edge of something.

this isn't olathe.

the sounds are deafening; it's a stark difference from the wasteland he calls home. rather than decrepit buildings and depraved men, everything teems with life. buzzo's hand flits to his side, fingers grasping for the hilt of his trusty machete--

and there's nothing there.

panic begins to set in. he feels it knotting in his chest as he checks both sides, scrounges in his pockets for anything... nothing. and unfortunately, sickeningly, everything feels far too real to chalk it up to a grand hallucination. god. is this how he dies?

one of the cars slows to a halt in front of the platform, and the driver opens the door with a cordial smile. every instinct begs buzzo to turn away, but where the hell else could he go? with a moment's struggle fitting his spiked armor through the car's entry, he takes a careful seat, and picks up the folded pamphlet.

The City of Spirale welcomes you.

somehow, he'd take the apocalypse over this.

[buzzokill]

buzzo -- lisa: the painful

runs... or, ran a feared gang called the joy boys.

not one to turn down a perfectly good apocalypse!

top 10 guys haunted by childhood friends

having a normal one. going from an apocalyptic wasteland to a metropolis? this is fine. probably less comfortable here than olathe, though.

stripped of his weapons, and confused as all hell, buzzo's lost some of that fear factor.

balding under that helmet. he will not take it off.

kind of a shithead.

but, not looking to get his ass kicked. if you can help him figure out this weird-ass world, he's more than happy to cooperate!

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