Jim smiled brightly at his wife as she greeted him, pulling her into a hug. "I know. Sorry I'm late, love, we had a…" He followed her gaze, his sentence trailing off. "Hello, there. May I ask your business in my home?" He slipped off his shoes, hung up his hat and coat and made his way over to the kitchen table.
(Hi, @AshWillow! Would you like to join?)
the constable smiled and offered his hand. "Constable Sherwood. I was hoping to ask you about your neighbors. shall we step outside?"
Jim squinted at Sherwood but took his hand anyway. "Jim Mays. It's my pleasure to talk to you about them. Outside, in the backyard, perhaps?" He proposed with a small jerk of his hand.
Sherwood nodded his head and followed Jim into the backyard.
"Oh, Jim–" Alexandra started, but then gave up. She turned to her daughter. "Lucille. Gentle stitches. The fabric is your friend, not your enemy."
a police car sped down the street, sirens blaring. Jim and Sherwood came back inside, and the constable left in a hurry with a polite and quiet thank you.
"What happened?" Alexandra threw herself at Jim.
Jim held her close in his arms, sighing and looking up at the now locked door. "I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure that constable is insane."
(WHY IS EVERYONE CHANGING THEIR NAMES TO SOMETHING WITH 'PROTONS?')
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(Does it matter? Honestly? Imean it's just something me and my friends are doing.)
(Um, sorry.)
(That's alright, this just isn't the place to ask :L)
(Could I join this?)
(Please do!)
(That's alright, this just isn't the place to ask :L)
(In my own RP? No offense, and I don't want this to sound sassy or rude, but I'm just being serious: I'll say and ask what I want in my own roleplay.)
(That's alright, this just isn't the place to ask :L)
(In my own RP? No offense, and I don't want this to sound sassy or rude, but I'm just being serious: I'll say and ask what I want in my own roleplay.)
(But it's an RP…?)
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Name: Christopher (Chris)
Age: 7 (youngest)
Gender: Male
Occupation (count student): Student
Appearance (hair, eyes, body type, pictures {if possessed}): Fluffy, unkempt ginger hair and freckles, hazel eyes, short and pretty thin. Typically wear his school uniform or a yellow and white striped shirt with black pants and shoes.
Personality: Outgoing and friendly, but careful who he trusts. Easily startled, but pretty good at hiding his emotions (most of the time) since that’s what boys are expected to do)
About half an hour later, someone started knocking at the door. With no immediate response, the knocking became louder and more frantic.
(Bump)
(This seems interesting if it's not dead could I join?)
(That's alright, this just isn't the place to ask :L)
(In my own RP? No offense, and I don't want this to sound sassy or rude, but I'm just being serious: I'll say and ask what I want in my own roleplay.)
(But it's an RP…?)
(An RP I own/run and will make my own rules for. Let's move on.)
(Yes, everyone can join!)
(Bump)
(Hi! So sorry, been busy. Would ya like to fill out a character template?)
