hey fellas im starting a new roleplay ((one on one, closed but open to stalkers))

i want to roleplay with this boy very badly so here we go

rules:

• swearing is allowed
• please respect the setting
• lgbt is encouraged
• saucy shit is taken to the pms, but keep it mild to moderate there.
• please reply at a decent pace and i will too. i might be gone over some weekends, so you can too, but otherwise please keep it going well.
• honestly? have fun with it. we're not tryin to get bored here.
• please ask any questions you have.

here's the character i'll be playing Invalid Character

starter:

nik careened through the narrow alleyways and parking garages, fleeing from the oncoming sounds of gunshots and thumping. they were after him again, and his escape was guaranteed. he was already out, technically, but it never hurts to distance yourself extra.
he leapt from a ledge down onto the paved road, running so blindly that he ran straight into someone.

( @SwimwithGamers there is not magic everywhere, but there could be some backstreet stuff going on. only very minor levels of magic)

( @Dances_with_Shadows send me her character link)

(do you have any characters that you think would work?)

(uhhhh @Dances_with_Shadows that works for me! sorry @SwimwithGamers but your character doesnt seem to have a personality other than her backstory. shall i post a template?)

(do whatever you gotta, we have each others character sites so we should be good. i gave the starter, whats your response? owo)

( @SwimwithGamers hey,,, this is a one on one and i think im gonna choose shadow to rp with. sorry.)

(nice. feel free to stalk!)

nik fell back, stumbling and dropping into a crouch. he hesitantly looked up, hat shading his entire upper face, staring into her death glare and giving a sly smile.
"why, hello. i will watch it, if you don't mind." he raised an eyebrow, hoping she didn't get the implication. her confusion would be enough for him to get away.

"you on the run too?" he flicked a coin that had fallen at his feet in her direction, standing up. his hat still heavily shadowed his face.
"cause if you swear you're not gonna gut me the minute i turn my back, the wonderers of the neon district will welcome you with open arms. as a hiding spot, of course."

"as you wish." he grinned, a chesire-cat-like phenomenon only seen in twinky bastards. he made a motion for her to follow him, and booked it for the bridge.

when he was across, he turned into a sheltered downward slope which ended rather abruptly. he tucked into a corner, climbing down a ladder that lead into a dark hole.

the ladder ended in a dim, warmly lit place. he led her out to the open (ish) area, gesturing widely with one arm.

"welcome to the scrap city! you are currently underground, technically in the sewers. the watch don't come here."

"you are, but there's another place if you're claustrophobic. although judging by the red stain on your back you're not gonna want to break another sprint again, and that solution requires climbing."

he inclined his head towards her, putting a hand in his pocket.

"yep! down here. i have a friend who's got a friend. he's awesome, i can call him up and he'll be down here in no time." he leaned on the wall, unearthing a beat-up phone from his pocket.

(a little bit of flamy stuff, like maybe when she'd normally use her fire smoke just kinda yeets outta nowhere, or things spark easy when she's around.)

he dialed, holding the phone up to his ear. he greeted them in german, waiting until their sigh of resignation to start talking.
he spoke quickly and quietly, some of the only words audible were "yeah, yeah she's here." and "come on, zan."

after a conversation, he murmured his goodbyes and hung up.
"well! he'll be here shortly."

"damn. italian and anger? what is it, a mafia?" he asked jokingly, pocketing his phone.