The chill out/warm up RP.

[xobscenemetalmelodiez]

Right, so, I was thinkin'. 'Cause we haven't been posting and no one's in the mood for anything serious or w/e the hell else, how about a nice, calm, un-serious thread that allows us to chill out, warm up for posting in other threads, or hell, just keep in the game.

Just fun little short posts, or long if you really get into it. It can be as serious or stupid as you like. There are no limitations.

Character Sheet:
Name:
Whatever the hell else you want. Your character only requires a name. Anything else you want to add, be it age, job, race, superpower, current location, favourite fruit, GO NUTS.

I'll get this show on the road. Ahem.

Character Sheet:
Name: Jojo.
Age: 24.
Gender: Female.
Race: Super intelligent talking monkey who ages the same as a human.
Occupation: Jojo's worked as pretty much anything you can imagine. Including your mom. Especially enjoys her job as a secret agent.
Special ability: Flinging feces.
Likes: Long walks on the beach; romantic, candle-lit dinners; foot massages; working as a secret agent; fast cars; fruit salad; dancing; painting.
Dislikes: Humans who think they are better than her; stupid people; being stared at; the circus; working in Mexican restaurants; bad acting; liars.
Favourite fruit: Peaches. (And you thought it would be bananas, you racist son of a-)

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Jojo took a seat as the waiter showed her to her booth. She smiled and thanked him as he handed her a wine menu which she opened up, looking over the choices. She finally chose something vibrant and fruity to fit her current mood, "I'll have a glass of Côtes du Rhone, Château de Montfaucon, thank you."
She gave a smile as she handed the menu back to the waiter, who bowed as he spoke "Very good, madam." He turned and left Jojo to look around the rest of the establishment. It was quite busy, but not overwhelmingly so, rather it gave a good feel almost of being at a dinner party; except at this one she didn't have to socialise at when she didn't want to.

The luxuriously dressed young monkey leaned back against the soft, padded seat, soon greeted by the waiter once more, who gave her a menu and served her glass of red wine. She thanked him again and he left to allow her some time to look over the various meals available.
Jojo inhaled through her nose deeply, enjoying the smell of the wine before taking a sip. So far the evening seemed to be going very nicely.

[.::Kill0_0Frosty::.]

Character Sheet:
Name: Jack Noff
Age: 28
Gender: Male.
Race: Reptilian Overlord Human Hybrid.
Occupation: Jack has multiple personalities. Therefore has many jobs, however his name never changes. Bouncer. Stripper. Pimp. Perverted Customer. Strip Club Owner. Bar Tender. Waiter. Research Guinea pig Escapee.

He thinks he owns a club, which doesn't exist, where he also is the bouncer, stripper, pimp, customer, bartender and waiter. Sometimes on the same night. He also thinks he escaped a government facility where they experimented on him. On his nights off... he thinks he's a super hero.

Special ability: Driving the batmobile.
Likes: Stripping. Strippers. Money. Kicking bad guys ass. Sniffing coke with his ears. Saving the world. Gobstoppers.
Dislikes: Bad people. The government. Old people. Television. Radio. Fruit. Igguana's.

Favourite Power Ranger: The Green Ranger.

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Jack Noff stepped into the cosy little restuarant situated at the far end of the city. Tonight he was going to treat himself to some fine fish. He glanced around the room, his eyes were hidden behind large black sunglasses, but found little of interest, apart from a smartly dressed monkey. He stepped forward.
"Sorry sir, we're currently full at the moment...," the receptionist said with a sharp foreign accent.

Jack Noff grunted, "Do you not know who I am!" he gasped now. The man shook his head and turned his attention to the book of names in front of him. Jack slammed his hand down on the book and removed his glasses, "I am the goddamn blackman!" he shouted. The receptionist, looking up at him now, merely pursed his lips and stepped back. "We are full sir."

"Your mother's full," Jack Mumbled. The receptionist didn't seem bothered. "I have a reservation...."
"Name please?"asked the receptionist.
"Jack'n off Blackman! You don't know me? I'm a super hero?"

[<No Name>]

-Warms up-

[Krass]

Name: Kakawakizaki Ushumagi Takawaki


-Strides in-

[xobscenemetalmelodiez]

Originally Posted by Krass

Name: Kakawakizaki Ushumagi Takawaki


-Strides in-

I lol'd...

[.::Kill0_0Frosty::.]

Reminded me of a tomagochi.

[Keikoa]

lol reminds me of digipet

Name: Carl

Age: 22 yrs old

Gender: Female

Dislikes: People who question her name
Certain types of Cheeses
Mini Horses

Likes: Certain types of Cheeses
Other stuffs lol


"Your name is Carl?" The man behind the liquor store counter asked.

Carl rolled her eyes, and then nodded slowly. "Yesss... As you can see on the f'n I.D i just gave you my name is Carl Johnson, now if you would be so kind as to giving me my liquor I will be out of your hair." Carl said pushing back her brown curly locks.

"I think this is a fake ma'm" The man said handing Carl bck her I.D.

"Well I think your boobs are fake, but I didn't mention that. Give me my drinks now, or I will be forced to do something I really don't want to do." Carl threatened leaning forward. Since the man was a little fat, he narrowed his eyes trying to hide the hurt behind it. It wasn't his fault he owned a pair of man boobs.

"You'll do what?" The man said with a smirk.

Shaking her head, Carl reached inside of jacket pocket, and pulled out a very large gun pointing it at the man. Instantly a wet spot started to form on the front of his pants. She laughed picking up the black back and waltzing out the store. "Jerk off" Carl called behind her, pushing through the door.

[Feliks]

Character Sheet:
Name: Dale
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Broodwich
Description: It's a sandwich...from hell!
Special Powers: Can send people to an evil dimension where an ax wielding psychopath will kill them if they take a single bite.

Dale sits there, watching the patrons of the bar.

[.::Kill0_0Frosty::.]

Jack Noff exitted the restuarant. It was time to perform his nightly duties. He pulled out his bag from the car, pulled out the curly haired blonde wig and placed it on his head. He removed his shirt and pants and replaced them with a black leather bra and a mini skirt. He managed to slide up some pantyhose and put on high heels. He then got back into his car and played the Jonas Brothers.

He waited for the song to end before he drove off for work. He stopped suddenly pulling over to the sidewalk. "Hey baby, you want to have a good night?" Jack asked a straddling man who was walking by slowly.
The man's pace quickened, he shook his head. "You don't know what you're missing out babay!" Jack called after the man.

There was a flashing of lights. The Police. Jack punched the stearing wheel. "Hello Officer," Jack said, as the policeman appeared at the window. "Lets see your licence and registration ma- sir?" asked the policeman. Jack smiled, "Here you go."

The policeman frowned, "Not sure if you're trying to be funny, but If i see you pull over and ask someone to get in your car I'm going to do a lot worse than let you off with a warning."
Jack beamed, "You're letting me off?" he asked.
"Yes... but don't do it again."
"You want something in return babay?"
The cuffs were on him faster than a KFC fills up in Africa.

[AnnabelleBlond]

Character Sheet:
Name: Bob
Age: 89 and a half.
Gender: Male
Description: A homeless builder
Special Powers: Building.

Dislikes:

Everyone.

Likes:

Peanut Butter.

Human Friends: N/A

Other Friends:
His mechanical ones that help him build things.

Additional, useless information?:

He has his own song... BOB THE BUILDERR!








Bob walks along the street, hands in his pockets and head down, he suddenly tilts his head up towards the window of the restaraunt after smelling a nice waft of peanut butter.

"What I wouldn't give to eat at that fancy place." Bob sighs.