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[RansomMe]

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Im not good with keeping up with forums so I'd like to roleplay over gmail. My email is

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Here's a sample of what I can write and you don't have to read it all, this just proves I'm not someone who writes one liners. I would like to keep replies between one paragraph and five, but there are exceptions. Like if its a good roleplay and you have to shove more than five inches down my... inbox, you can. You know what I mean.

 

 

As he suspected it was clear he stood out when the others came by. His youth compared to the others gave the others surprise as well, but only with a raise of the brow or a shift in their lips, nothing like what Hisame displayed. The man's anxiety with one on one interactions was very clear the more people came in, for it looked like he was able to grasp himself. His behavior was truly odd. Nervous laughing, blushing, walking off and hiding his face, all of which made it all the more clear to Ginga. Ginga was a sharp man who picked up on a lot of little things, but even he couldn't even grasp the signs of admiration from Hisame at all. It wasn't as obvious as Anaki-chan at the front desk, who'd wear her perfume and fix her hair up when she saw him coming in through the doors, and though Hisame certainly didn't do that, the signs were there. Might he ever come to realize that Anaki had a huge flaming crush on him all on his own? Sadly the answer was no.

 

Ginga greeted the others that came in after him all the same, being kind and friendly and alert. He supposed it was okay to stand out, what mattered more was being apart of the group, slipping into this crowd when he really didn't belong in it. Ginga was bound to make mistakes, that was certain, and it would be very helpful to be able to ask anyone around him for help before asking Hisame anything... There was someone missing in the crew, that was troubling considering that though he might have lied that he was excited to be a subordinate of the great scientist Furikawa, others were far more genuine. Who would actually skip out on coming here? He put his hands into the pocket of his white coat and continued to listen carefully to the things Hisame told him and everyone else.

 

Hisame wore a noh mask, his voice was altered, you couldn't even see his hair. This man was extremely unforthcoming no doubt from the get go, Ginga understood, so the speech of privacy was no shocker. For any scientist, it would be horrendous to have your information of your projects and findings be copied by others or to have it out for the public to know before anything was completed or finalized. These assignments were secret for the most part and the rest of the group must feel lucky to be in on this all, but Ginga was interested in secrets beyond that. Hisame had secrets he needed to know for the sake of the country. For the world possibly. Just looking at the machines lined up at the wall, he got shivers, bad vibes that were not as intense as they were with the killer robot, but he was reminded that this man was the creator of all sorts of bots. It still was plausible to think Hisama was well and capable of making a monster like the one killing innocent people out there in the public. No matter how nervous and clammy Hisame looked to be, anyone could be capable of doing horrors.

 

Given his first task, it was normal to feel that nervousness come back again. Ginga was no scientist and he was not going to be impressing anyone no matter how hard he tried. At least he'd be starting off with something botanical, which he felt was a bit easier with his experience with it and normal biology as well. A regenerative weed that poisoned the soil, he was given the task of figuring out how to get rid of it without the means of conventional methods. A weed like that and that doesn't burn, that sounded like it could get pretty bad for both plant life an fauna as well. But he couldn't expect to be doing easy things here in the lab of a Furikawa. The first things he thought of already were using other plants or organisms against it, possibly things that feed off of the compounds of the poisonous soil or the weed itself, but he'd have to look at the file...

 

When Hisame cracked a light smirk and said that if he needed to, he could just build a robot himself, Ginga chuckled. No, be couldn't just do that like Hisame could... or was he just joking when he said that? Ginga didn't let his struggle go noticed, looking over the dish and the work space around him until the smaller male cut off his own sentence, making his purple eyes look directly at Hisame curiously.

 

Hisame burst out the rest of it quickly suddenly and was off on his own way, throwing him off in a way, but managed to speak before the man was out of earshot, "Yes, sensei. Thank you." This was a very peculiar guy. Ginga watched him leave for a few moments, then turned his attention to the job he was given, but he had to ask himself why he was acting like that again. He was friendly enough towards him, correct? He suspected Furikawa would be the cautious type yet he kept seeing him be plain nervous, that being a more clumsy trait than having heed. It was a good thing he had plenty of time to figure him out and get closer to finding out the truth. Ginga never thought he'd be so happy to have his work leave extended.

 

When Ginga was actually started to focus on the issue with the weed, his smile left his face becoming a thin line of concentration while he took down notes and different methods... At some point, he recalled he kept a few bobby pins in the pocket of his pants. He took them out and pinned his bangs to the side of his face to keep his hair from getting in the way of his sight while he looked down at the work he was faced with. Pinning it back with two small pins, it really did show how youthful he looked. No wrinkles, the darkness under his eyes were toned down, so it was sort of cheating, but on any mundane day, his face remained pale and practically flawless. He had no birthmarks, no scars, his hair was always kept in cut in shape and he always looked clean. Ginga was not the individual to care about what others saw on the outside of him, but he was the kind to care about keeping himself at his absolute for his own personal reasons. It never was a mystery to figure out why he was admired among the girls in school and anywhere else he went in general, even here at the lab by the very person he suspected of vicious visceral murders.

 

The more that he worked and was getting a bit stuck in a few areas, he found that he kept looking over at the robots on display. Display? Or were they actually capable of functioning? Ginga stared at them all, touching a slight dent in the tight stitches of his glove... He stepped away from the counter he was working on. Since he was on his own with this project, he supposed a short break wouldn't hurt his image. Getting a better look at these bots could help him possibly connect details from these models to the one out there he saw covered in the blood of the commonly. Ginga's steps were quiet, naturally a light person on his feet, but the small clicks of his feet on the solid floor stopped when the man got to the row of machines.

 

Technology might have ruined the lives of many people... Ginga wasn't one to show hate to such incredible works of creativity. To think that people could bring their thoughts to life was spectacular in his eyes. A bit... creepy though... Gin thought, specifically one that looked like it was sleeping, almost imagining it opening it's eyes to look into the depth of his soul. Placing his arms in a lazy fold over his stomach, he took a shallow breath. Yes. If anyone was capable of making a death machine, it would be Hisame Furikawa.

 

 

I enjoy crime, fantasy, horror, psychological, angst, slice of life, snuff, syfy, romance... Anything really, and smut is a must. I can tolerate anything but waterworks/ character death and feces. Character death is okay if it is assured they will come back to life at some point.

 

I don't roleplay as feminine characters but my characters tend to be flustered easily or not at all. Why its so black and white, I have no idea. In fact. I don't even know how accurate this information is. All characters are different, who am I to stop a boy from being a cold stone or a beautiful soaring gay butterfly if he wants to be that?

 

If you have any ideas you want to bring to the table, then please email me. If you have a roleplay idea that should never see the light of day on the public internet, then please email me. We can think of ideas together if you don't know what to do.

 

Oh and plot twist: I'm not actually a pure uke, so you can call this a seke and seke kind of thing, I just want to do uke for once in a blue moon.