Thread Topic: RP/Soap
I'm up for almost anything, i suppose. Dont have a plot, really. I'll be slow replying, and will do my best to try to remember it. Just have some, i guess, semi-detailed and all. Or however you like, I do not know, or mind. So i dont knpw what im saying.. so yeah.
Do you have a plot? If i may ask.
I'll probably be slow with replying to this lot.
I can look for one. I am short on ideas. Any genre in particular?
I am well for any genre, truly.
Any that you prefer, or would like.
How does this sound?
Person A is riding along the outskirts of their ranch when they see Person B on the ground. Person B has been shot and will soon bleed to death if they aren't helped. I left this one fairly open too. Does Person A take the risk and help Person B? What will it cost them if the do?
I got it from an RP site, and I haven’t done Western before, so I thought it would be cool ☺
Sure, sounds good.
Alright, I was thinking a simple character sheet
Name: Thomas Driker
Weapons (Description): Two flintlock pistols, with a gold engraving on the side of his wife’s initials
Appearance: He wears a brown leather vest with fringe at the bottom and denim jeans. They appear to be very worn with age and grime. He also wears a pair of brown boots, and a signature black hat.
(I’m sorry it’s so short. Just got off of work)
Name: Phoenix Wyatt
Appearance: Shoulder length dark brown hair, 5'7" tall, average build, tan skin, light brown eyes.
Wearing dark blue jeans, black boots. He has on a light gray shirt under his light brown coat.
Weapons: simple silver revolver, and rifle. He has a knife as well he keepa on him, hidden under his coaf usually.
(I just woke up again, short is okay.)
Which is which?
(I’ll be Person B, if you don’t mind)
Alrighty blue. Want me to start? My replies will probably be slow, and done around this time of the day most likely)
Sure! You can start!)
Phoenix stared at the sun setting down in the distance, letting out a yawn as he stretched. The long day of working on the ranch, finally coming to an end. He was going around on his horse, making one more look, making sure nothing was out of place and that everything was where they should be. His rifle bumping against his back as they made the round.
Thomas crawled to the nearest bush he could see. He didn’t have anymore energy, and his horse was dead. It had passed in the valley, before he had gotten shot. He saw a house in the distance, but he didn’t know whether it would be worth the shot to crawl there. It was a fifty-fifty chance on what could happen, but he didn’t want to take it. He let out a deep sigh, then winced as he collapsed next to the bush. The bullet wound was in his right leg, but that still didn’t stop it from hurting as he rested. Eventually, he closed his eyes, drifting into a deep slumber.