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Colby sat up straight and rubbed his aching neck, why the fuck did he think that it was a good idea to hunch over for so long, especially with how frequently he had neck pain. Colby slowly craned his neck to the side and melted as he was rewarded with a satisfying pop.  A deep grumble rose in the young Omega’s throat as he groaned in relief.

 Hair disheveled and ass numb as can be, Colby got up and proceeded to have a nice wiggly stretching session, from his arms to his back, all the way down to his ankles, he swore he wouldn’t be satisfied until all his bones cracked into oblivion. 

Time to turn this shit in and find Alexa.

As Colby turned to pinpoint the exit of the ‘test room” he let himself glance over to the “Alpha Area”, not expecting much, however he was surprised to catch the eye of a stranger. Some random Alpha just staring at him. The Iowan raised an eyebrow stared back at the guy. 

What is he even looking at? Never seen an Omega before?

...Then again, he could just be staring off into space.*sigh* Another victim of this life draining test.  

Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all…so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life…or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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By the time that Colby had gotten through the first two packets he was a wreck. His hair seemed to poke out and curl in all directions, his eyes watered from being forced to stay open for so long, his finger tips had ink smudges on them, and he was about to go fucking mental from staring at 20+ pages of 12pt Times New Roman font. 

By the time he was almost done with the third packet, Alexa had finished and went to find the ladies room and something to drink. Being alone made filling out answers so much worse, Alexa wasn’t there to distract him with her sweet smell and occasional glares. Now he had to actually focus, which wasn’t his strong suit when it was forced.

Colby hadn’t even noticed that he was tapping his pen against the wooden table until an Omega beside him cleared her throat and stared at him until his stopped. He sighed and thought Fuck it before circling and scribbling his way through the last 20 questions of the test, all he wanted was to leave this awful place and find somewhere that he could eat his body weight in salty things.

Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all…so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life…or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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New Muse New Me

Whooo! Starting a new RP account. Gonna try my hand at AJ Styles everyone. Let us pray that this goes well. Account is still under construction though, as I have just started it!

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Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega

[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:

“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”

“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!” 

Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months. 

“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs. 

“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him. 

Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.

“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie. 

With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”

Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all...so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:

“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.  

Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:

“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”

Then, about what his mother had said:

“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”

And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:

“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life...or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”

Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.

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I’m up for it if you are.

Searching

Looking to start this one up again. I warn you though, I deal with paragraph style. I like thought out detailed rps. Not one word replies with zero to no communication.

I have experience as punk, I also have a Dean account and plan on making an AJ Styles account as well. Hit me up!

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Hey Punkster

Searching

Looking to start this one up again. I warn you though, I deal with paragraph style. I like thought out detailed rps. Not one word replies with zero to no communication.

I have experience as punk, I also have a Dean account and plan on making an AJ Styles account as well. Hit me up!

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Reblog if you’re a WWE Indie Blog

We’re making a list of all WWE indie roleplayers. If you’d like to be on the list, reblog this post!

Reblog this if you’re a custom/OC WWE Indie blog

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Any Deans out there that need a Sethie? ;p (I’m also open to Jon Moxley)

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MY AJ STYLES COSPLAY IS COMPLETE!!

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Seth Rollins RP Blog

I’m new and would love to find others who want to RP. Don’t be afraid to message me! I would love to have a Deano and a Romie, but I’m open to almost any slash ship that includes Seth.

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first post - seth rollins

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