Come hit this lit RP session.

I've only led an RP twice. One time, I got caught off guard when the guy was handed down to me suddenly and I botched it, but I got my grip back and did well with help. The other time, I just took charge and kicked it in the ass like a boss and everything ran great! Joining is your choice!

Rules…

1. Adultlike subjects are allowed in moderation.
2. Don't ask if you can join, just say so.
3. Be cool about it.
4. You know the rest!

Location: A cool, but shady joint with a neon title sign outside that reads "the Drunken Seraph" outside, along with an "Open 24/7" and a help wanted ad, not to mention a big motorcycle rack. Inside was a wicked booze rack behind the counter, and a sweet pool table. They played classic rock, classic rap, classic country, and modern punk-jazz. Sitting at the counter, is a bartender with neon streaks in her hair, and a decent sleeve tat. In 'Murica!
Time-period: Modern.
Genre: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Drama, Action, Surreal.

Go nuts! This place accepts nonhumans too, so yeah!

(Joining)

I walked down the street, hood flipped up and playing with the darkness I could create. I’ve always bee able to do it and I’ve always been an outcast. I saw a bar down the street and walked to it, my darkness swirling around me then shirking down into nothing as I entered. I walked to the bar and sat down.

(Character? That part is important.)

(For instance…)

My character is Pitch Davidson…

Intelligence: Very intelligent, a top-notch thinker and learner, great at attaining, retaining, and applying ideas and concepts, has a decent balance of academics-based and streets-based smarts, very wise, very clever.
Personally: A total badass, on the good side, relaxed, confident, a joker, on the bad side, callous, rebellious, sarcastic, cynical, on the neutral side, unique, very strong-willed.
Looks: Taller than most people, vaguely muscular, short, thick black hair in a crew-cut, eyes are a unique color, several slash, gunshot, and shrapnel scars.
Skills: Almost supernaturally talented at anything involving guns, cars, and motorcycles, knows many rescue techniques, knows basic burglary techniques, skilled survivalist!
Powers: May pull of a superhuman mental or physical feat every now and then, soul stealing, photokinesis, umbrakinesis, among a few others.
Inventory: His motorcycle, his pistol, a backpack containing medical supplies, survival gear, thieves' tools, and whatever else he might need.

(You don't have to do yours like mine, obviously though.)

(joining!!
Logan Noles
21 years
6'2"
cappuccino-coloured skin
brown eyes
black hair
sarcastic
flirtatious
muscular
usually drunk :P
power of mind control
drives a Cadillac CTS, carries backpack with gun/food/book/pug puppy)

Joining!

I got up from my booth, and went to the table.
"Get me another big vodka." I said to the bartender.
"You sure?"
"As hell."
She slid it across the table to me. I caught it, took a long-ass swill. Nice.

I'll create my character later today lol

OK!

Joining.
Nathan Seyrès, 20 years, tanned, hazel eyes, floppy dark brown hair, tall and lean but strong and a great fighter
Doesn't lose his temper easily, terrible posture, atmoskinesis and enhanced sight
Cunning, sharp, direct, vicious and reckless when angry, quiet

Hunched over, Nathan slipped into the bar just as the black-haired man took a quick swig of his drink. Not looking up, Nathan jumped onto a stool and ordered a beer.

(joining)
will make my character later.

K!

(We'll wait for more to insert their characters before I reveal the plot!)

Character
Maddie Strutwick
5’6
Slightly tanned
Light brownstraight hair. Dark blue eyes.
Always wears dark clothes.
Reserved person, doesn’t like people.
Out cast
Can control darkness.

I sat at the bar head down.
“Give me anything you got” I said. The bar tender took one look at me and handed me a whisky which I chugged. I haven’t had anything to drink for a while.

"T'sup." I said to the lady next to me.
I slid the glass back over the table.
"One more, eh?" I huffed at the bartender.
"Fine." She said "But I want to see pay from you, now!"
I handed over a roll of dollar bills, and she slid a vodka over the counter.
"Thanks." I said. I sipped this one.

I didnt say anything to the person sitting next to me.
“One more.” I handed over some money. She gave me another and i downed half of it. Then played with the glass in my hand.

I finished my glass, and handed it over along with some more money.
"Another, and two shots of tequila!" I insisted.
"Sure you wanna mix the two like that?"
"As hell." I said.
She slid them over, and I downed the glass in one long swallow, and took a shot.
"Hey, you know, not telling you what yo do, but you might want to slow down!" She said.
"Do I look drunk?" I asked.
"Honestly, not really, you do this for competitions?"
"No, but I should, eh?"
I took the other shot.

“Umm you should stop.” I said to the person next to me as. Finished my whisky.

"I've taken a breaks, haven't I?" I said to the one next to me. I laughed. It was then that I heard a van pull up.

The person next to me turned around and thats when i saw a van. I threw some money on the table. “you get this if you can hide me” I said to the bartender. she took it and led me into the back room. I jumped up to the ceiling and hid. When she came back in i knew they were gone. I came out and sat back at the bar.

"You know, I could've hidden you if you asked?" I said, bending the light around myself to become invisible. I bent it back.

(whats the plot?)

I'll introduce it later.

Nathan turned around as a van pulled up. A woman walked by him with the bartender and into a room, and came straight back out as soon as the van had gone.
"Who might you be avoiding?" he asked the woman.

a young woman stood outside in the pouring rain.
holding a black umbrella.
(my character.)

(goodnight)