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Indie RP Blog for Charles Stoker from the movie Stoker

2 Years of role play experience

Open to Cross-overs

OC friendly

AU friendly, though selective

Ask box always open for plotting

NSFW for gore, murder

Open to mostly anything

"I was waiting… for you. Everything I’ve done… …for you, India." 

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Looking back over to Lara, he shakes his head. “You don’t owe me anything. It’s just part of what I do.” 

{ † };;— She nods, laughing. “At least let me buy you a drink, dinner, or something, please?” She asks, eyes bright and happy.

She seemed insistent. Dean shrugs. “If you insist. I guess I can’t say no to a drink.”

"Great, shall we find a local bar then?"

{ † };;— Now there was a scream, jaw clenching as tears prick at her eyes, muscles tensing as white hot pain shot through her body from her shoulders, heavy breathing and grunting escaping clenched teeth.

       ”P-please, stop!”

Adam rolled his eyes, leaving the knife stuck up from her shoulder but removing his hand.  

             ”Why?”

"Because, you don't want to do this, you're doing it because you're not in a good place mentally. Please, just let me go, we can talk about this."

{ † };;— “You don’t have to trust me, you can leave, but I’m trying to keep you safe. And to answer your question, we are going to repair a boat, go into the chamber room, and burn Queen Himiko’s old body so she won’t have anymore power.” She responds simply, already walking towards the boat.

    She gives a long, drawn out groan,     hand meeting her forehead with an      intended amount of force. Perfect.

    “You do realize how — crazy, you     sound, don’t you?" She’ll follow      behind her and gnaw at her bottom     lip. “I mean — if it’s that dangerous,     we should just go.”

"I know I sound crazy, but this will work. We can't leave because I've tried, the island caused a storm and made a rescue helicopter explode." She walks over to the boat, greeting her crew members and looking around. "We need more tools."

      “Something that’ll help us understand the reason of the sudden explosions. A clue maybe…”

"We've been looking for cluse for months, nothing's turned up."

Upset/Crying/Disappointed/Surprised

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Happy/Smiling/Laughing

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Kissing/Sexual/Drinking/Dancing

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Angry/Sarcastic/Bitchy

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Talking/Serious/Take no shit

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Mostly Young Ange

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"—Sorry." He replied to his sights capturing of a rubbing arm motion to the female next to his side, once again. He stopped to listen, watch her lips and her body, only to nod in the deafening silence he found so mundane. The normalcy he founded so homing. 

{ † };;— "It's aulright, don't worry about it." She replies, looking around before taking in a deep breath, beginning to walk towards the North-West, hair whipping in the breeze, a small shiver running through her.