Werewolves R Us (Bestie Vibes Only)
Werewolves R Us (Bestie Vibes Only)
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Posted 2021-01-08 17:39:38 (edited)
Oh you know an rp is gonna be legit when it’s got some ominous trees in the introductory post. An ocean of trees spanning miles circles the small town of Hoodlum. It’s residents mainly include those involved in its tourism attraction of beautiful log cabins and hiking trails in the wilderness. The tourists themselves are from all walks of life. The locals, on the other hand, have been known to be strange, unhinged, and it’s not uncommon to hear one easily disappeared among the dense foliage while walking with them. The town has created many odd tales since its creation. Most have been ghost stories or scary tales, thought to be good fun. A new mystery shakes the town when a group of teens are found by the local police. They were alive, shaking in a huddle of the towns abandoned toy store. They were dirty- they had climbed through the dirt and a worn hole in the side of the building. One brandished a bloody knife. “We fought a wolf!! We fought a wolf!!” They cheered, waving a backpack in the air. “We cut off its paw!” The teens were then quickly moved to the local police office to be questioned. In the backpack was a severed hand. Rules
To join just simply introduce your character. You may do so in a paragraph or a bulleted list. Just give the information you deem most necessary. For example: Name, age, gender, if they are a werewolf, what does their werewolf form look like, what are they doing in Hoodlum, their appearance, etc. Things YOU want to note for yourself, and perhaps what others can notice about your character when they interact with you. I’ll be posting my own soon. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
Posted 2021-01-08 18:36:45
((C’est moi)) Arthur Wilson Oakley-Opry is a local cashier at a grocery store in the center of Hoodlum. He is 25 and would have the masculine charm of an outdoorsy man if he didn’t only own polo shirts and jeans for work. His hair is short, fluffy, and unbrushed. His eyes are dark as night. His facial hair was on the way to being a nice beard and got lost on the way. He is strong from lifting products all day and from... outdoor activities. Arthur is a werewolf. He was bitten at a young age and has been able to turn for most of his life. The wolf he becomes resembles the coyote-like colors of Eastern wolves, which are just a bit smaller than grey wolves. He is able to shift back and forth as he pleases, but struggles to stay human around possible prey. His eyesight as a wolf is fine- his eyesight as a human is poor. He should wear glasses but had a tendency in the past to lose them when he ditched his clothes in the woods. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
Posted 2021-01-15 00:06:21 (edited)
// Intro & Character profile Christine, unlike some of her neighbors in town, was a natural born werewolf. This, oddly enough, didn't amount to anything too special in her daily life. Aside from some rather unique family traditions, and a permanent set of dark circles under her eyes, she'd appear to be just as human as the 97% homo-sapien majority of the Hoodlum population. Christine can often be seen in an earth-tone sweater or a band t-shirt–weather depending, of course–layered with a long, forest green jacket with blue inner lining. She is also a known fan of corduroy pants (always cuffed to show her fun socks that have wolves or cool patterns on them). On her feet are an old pair of work boots, usually covered with mud from the forest. She wears circle-framed glasses that are just a little too big for her face. She will be 27 this October, and has planned to ask her parents for art supplies and some ecological field guides for her birthday. Herbaceous plants, mushrooms, insects, small mammals, that sort of thing. She had been quite familiar with the local flora and fauna from a young age, since the wolf half of her had plenty of up-close experience with nature. That said, she had taken a special interest in recent years from a more qualitative angle, and was on her way to a masters in scientific illustration if she could make it through this only-occasionally stimulating off-season job. // end character profile Christine sighed, and thought to herself: "At least I can get some freelance stuff done while I'm on desk... It's about the only productive thing I can do here aside from reorganizing the mess in the storage room." As scheduled, the rest of the afternoon was pretty boring. Mrs. Penderson came by at 4:00 with a coffee for herself and a biscotti for Christine, as was their usual custom. |
Dr. Gaming #20212 |
Posted 2021-01-15 17:48:13
((I’ll throw these kids down and I’m sure we can meet somewhere in the middle. I’m adding Kmart just because it feels right in that it doesn’t feel like it exists anyway. If you’d like to be the one-handed werewolf or anything, you’re welcome to)) The Hoodlum Kmart existed in a liminal space. Most Kmarts existed there, but this one was Hoodlums. Arthur stood poised at his cashier station, pointer finger ready to enter his employee number into the system,, ready in case the nearby old woman was done fiddling with the discount gloves display. He checked his watch. 4pm. He checked it three hours later. 4:10pm. She was fairly local, a yearly tourist. An elderly 80-something whose body was covered by the biggest fur coat he had ever seen. She set her things down and he started to scan them. Five pairs of gloves. Her scent lingered on them like the uneaten strawberry candies that he could smell lingering in her coat pockets. “Are these for your grandkids?” Arthur asked the question just to make conversation. The old woman fretted with her hands and chuckled a bit. ”Yes, their father got hit by a truck last week, and the one just got cancer.” She seemed fairly unbothered. “I think these will be nice gifts.” ”Oop. Yeeup, I think you’re right. Will that be cash or card?” The remainder of their interaction was normal. Arthur had dealt with the public for quite a while and knew part of his unwritten job was to be a surprise therapist. He would have to mention this moment to his actual therapist later. As she left he trudged back over to the clothing displays to reorganize them. It was kind of a slow day apart from the few (but expected) eccentrics. At least he was almost off the clock, and anything that would make the time go faster was welcome. His wish was almost immediately answered. In the corner of men’s boxers and men’s white socks sat a lanky boy with green hair. His head rested in his hand as he stared into the grey abyss of the store. He looked bothered, guilty even. Arthur recognized him as another regular, or a piece of a pack of high school seniors that raided Kmart for gaming cards and candy. They were abundant and loud and rowdy and fun. This was one of the nicer ones. “Where’s your crew today? Did they ditch you?” Arthur asked him, tidying a rack of jeans in view of the teenager. The boy jumped, broken out of his trace, and whipped his head around to view Arthur. There was something about him- the large eyes, small nose, and round ears that reminded Arthur of a corned mouse. He very quickly relaxed at the sight of a familiar face. “Pfft,” The boys voice was quiet, “More like I ditched them.” He paused. “Hey... are you cool?” ”Frick yeah I’m cool.” ”Sure... I mean, like, can you keep a secret? Did you ever do anything that might get you in trouble?” I can turn into a werewolf at will! I have hunted and trespassed all over this town under the cover of night. Arthur snorted. “Yeah man, what happens in apparel stays in apparel.” “Good.” The teenager adjusted himself around a tiny flat space of wall. “A bunch of us went out last night to hang out. We went into the woods where the big fire was when I was a baby and where the old toy store burnt down. A lot of my class mates went home by midnight but a few of us stayed to explore more. We found a big hole in the side of the toy store that crumbled and went inside-“ Arthur froze. He was familiar with this place, from his exploration as a wolf. He had not met another werewolf, but was familiar with their scents and markings. He had crawled through this hole himself once, but left before he could run into an angry pack. The whole place was dark and rotting and full of silhouettes and smells. It was a long-term second home of... someone. Probably several someones. “-Anyway, they kept going in, and I was in the back and my phone was at 2%. It was so dark. I freaked out. I booked it right out of there and back home. I haven’t talked to any of my friends yet today.” Arthur thought for just a moment to choose the right words. He didn’t necessarily at this moment want the boy to think he had left his friends in grave danger. “I’m sorry, dude. Did you talk to any of them since? I’m sure they’d understand why you left. That toy store isn’t exactly as safe as it used to be.” “Yeah, some of them texted me right after I ran.” The boy shrugged, running his hand over his green waves of hair. “They just wanted to see if they could find Magic cards or lego sets. I think they were about ready to leave shortly after I did.” ”Then you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure the worst they’ll do is tease you a little about it. They’re still your friends.” The boy looked a little relieved. “Thanks... I’ll definitely text them.” ”No problem. But!! Definitely don’t go back there.” A service button was pushed by the cashier stations at the front of the store. Arthur peeked over the clothing racks to see who the heck needed help this close to 6pm closing. A pair of police officers caught his eyes and they locked on to him as well. Arthur sighed, knowing whatever this was that it was now his problem to solve. He half-ran to them awkwardly to close the distance. “Hi there officers, what seems to be the problem?” “Hello. We’re looking for members of this group of seniors, they may be in some serious trouble.” The shorter officer had a written list of names Arthur didn’t know. As an underpaid cashier, he knew faces, not names. He told them so. “Specifically,” the taller officer continued, “we’d love to talk to Benjamin Ludwig. We’re told he’s easy to spot. You probably have seen him. Tall, skinny, green hair.” Arthur felt himself go cold. “Oh, um...” A presence dwarfed him to his right. He turned to find the aforementioned Benjamin Ludwig himself at his shoulder. “I’m Benji. I’m so sorry... I knew it wasn’t good, that’s why I ran back home...” ”We heard from your friends you weren’t there long. Relax. We just want to talk.” The short one patted Benji on the back, nodded to Arthur, and the two officers led the kid out the doors into the fading light of day. Arthur watched them go, feeling off. His eyes watched the police car disappear behind the trees as quietly as it must have appeared. Something must have gone wrong. He checked his watch. 4:56. The other employees could make it without him for the rest of the day. Arthur found a supervisor and clocked out, aiming to head home as fast as possible. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
Posted 2021-06-19 20:35:42 (edited)
Christine stood in line for a medium chai tea latte at The Paw Bean, Hoodlum's only wolf-friendly coffee shop, which was by chance, also Hoodlum's only coffee shop. She was positive the staff was unaware how included their cheeky theme made her feel. Hoodlum was known to denizens of other nearby towns as the town that had marginally more wolf sightings than average for the region, but again, if only they knew. As a result, there was the Paw Bean. Elsewhere in town, there was clever park signage, some well-placed graffiti, and a couple special menu items at Zoe's Diner that bolstered the town's unofficial wolf theme in small ways. It might have felt more tacky if it wasn't also just so delightfully quaint. |
Dr. Gaming #20212 |
Posted 2021-06-20 08:13:31
Arthur couldn’t believe he just worked at K-Mart. Arthur revved up his ugly little green Kia Soul and started the drive back home. He had started a degree in forensics in college before dropping out, and was a werewolf. Two things that should have prepared him for this very moment! And yet! He had to run from his minimum wage liminal space. Something was up in Hoodlum. He felt the call to check out the Toys R Us like the moon’s pull on the ocean. It was just that he was unprepared. Arthur has no way of knowing what he’d be dealing with once he was there. It was in a similar area that he, as a young child, had been playing in the woods with his neighbors. He had been climbing over the large, moss-covered rocks of the forest when he had startled a young wolf napping under it. The wolf bit him on a scar still present on his ankle. Then, it was gone in an instant and Arthur had nervously hidden the bite on his leg by rolling up his pant leg and securing it as make-shift gauze. The reaction was pure fear instinct. He knew the mythology of Hoodlum by then. His worse fear came true not much longer when he was able to turn…. Only his grandmother knew. He had never seen another werewolf since. For most of his life, he had not wanted to meet another. Arthur came upon the fork of the road between heading up his his apartment and going deeper into town. At the last moment he flicked on his turn signal and decided to visit the library. He needed knowledge, and perhaps the calming vibe of being around quiet people. He pulled in and got out, still in uniform and looking a bit unkempt. He sat down in one of their computer chairs once inside, and started pulling up any articles containing the Toys R Us from the local newspapers. Nothing. There was only mild articles telling the story of the fire so many years ago. A Jedi burial to a chain about to go bankrupt. Nothing more, nothing less. He tried searching “werewolves” briefly. Also nothing too interesting. Just fun stories about the town’s lore, and a couple of events and local stores that made the entire town a bit more fun for tourists. Arthur waded through local stories, simply drifting. There was nothing to support his correlation with the old toy store. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |