"Hello!" | Open RP
“Screwdriver, please.” Harmony turned to her dog, Jack, who trotted out of the room obediently, returning a few moments later with Harmony’s favorite blue screwdriver in his mouth. “Good boy.” Harmony praised Jack, taking the screwdriver from the dog’s mouth, tossing him a treat.
Turning back to her project, Harmony tinkered with the small robot. Pausing for a moment, she flicked a switch on its back, and it sprung to life, beeping wildly. Immediately, it moved across Harmony’s desk to a pile of papers sitting nearby. The robot began to organize the papers, placing them into file folders organized in alphabetical order. It moved rather slowly, but it was a start. Harmony grinned, proud of her creation, then perking up as she heard a knock on her apartment door.
Whistling, Harmony strode to her door, unlocking it and opening it slightly. Looking at her visitor, she tilted her head to the side, confused, wondering why this person had come and knocked on her door. “Hello there!” Harmony greeted the newcomer cheerfully.
AU: Time Lord Shawn || Open
After stopping by his dad’s place to pick up the last of his stuff Shawn returned to his apartment to sort through it all.
“Alright time to do some clutter clearing. Let’s see. Comic books, old toys, some random papers and a single shoe. Wait what’s that there at the bottom?” He asked himself pulling out an unfamiliar pocket watch out of the box. “There’s something on the back of it. Hmmm ‘It is time open the watch’ what could that mean?”
His curiosity was going to get the best of him sooner or later, but he was very hesitant to open it. “What’s the worst that could happen?” He jokingly said to himself before clicking the button. Shawn then clicked the little button and light spewed out of the watch. Once it was done Shawn nearly collapsed. Once he go up things weren’t normal.
There was a knock on his door. He walked over and looked in the peep hole. He opened the door and greeted them “Hey, long time no see.”
Fucked up.
Luca exited a club with a group of people and headed in the opposite direction of them, her walk a bit on the tipsy side.
“Luca, baby! Where’r ya g’ng?” a vampire called after her. She waved them off, not caring too much about them. She wanted to be alone in her drugged state: werewolf blood that was laced with all sorts of lovely drugs… Heroin, speed, cocaine… Embalming fluid? She couldn’t remember, all she knew was that her head was swimming and that she felt alive, her senses practically humming.
