OPEN RP POST DEUX

[formidable]

This a post where I'll RP anything with you and that means ANYTHING. Except smut because I suck at that Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. Here's some prompts below to help get things moving along if you don't have an idea to play out. The prompts are just prompts, if you have something specific, just let me know either at sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). Have at it! ➢ 01. AMUSEMENT PARK: Disneyland? Knotts Berry Farm? Six Flags? A made up amusement park with knockoff characters? Who cares, let's just ride that roller coaster or that giant swing ride! ➤ 02. PARK: Benches, trees, grass, maybe a lake and a basketball or volleyball court. ➢ 03. SNOWY DAY: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... or the level of snowfall can be any you wish! Light or heavy, there's going to be some winter related activities somewhere. ➤ 04. DINER: I love food, I really, really, really love food. And so do muses if they like to eat too! This diner seems to have a very HUGE menu with a large variety of dishes! Let's bond over food stuffs! ➢ 05. SICK DAY: Either your muse or my muse is sick. Who's taking care of who? ➤ 06. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: Our characters are stuck in a closet and can't get out until there is some kissing, so they better make good use of those seven minutes... DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME. ➢ 07. SCHOOL: High school never ends! Or any type of schooling really. So whether it's in class or in the gym, let's try to endure mandatory education! ➤ 08. SURVIVAL HORROR: That old mansion/creepy town/underground science lab/zombie infested city ain't going to be survived by itself. Grab your medicinal herbs and shotguns, let's survive the horror. ➢ 09. WILDCARD: Let's make up shit.

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[bearwitness]

[Wait what-- oh. OH. Before Abbie can answer, the gnashing of teeth and animal sounds are echoing behind them.

She looks back at Quill, grits her teeth and nods in quick succession.]

Now I do!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He clenches his teeth and thinks, this might hurt ]

Hang on tight!

[ Peter hits the mechanism on his jet boots and then tightens his grip around her waist. He leaps up and backwards toward the window, and when they smash the glass he curses the fact that he took off his helmet. Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

He turns to use his back to break through the window and uses his arm to shield Abbie's head from the shattering glass, and then they're falling. They hit the ground hard, skidding and rolling, before coming to a stop a good distance from the house. ]

[bearwitness]

[There are literally no words Abbie can use to describe how she feels after the next few actions Quill takes. When they crash through the window, the lieutenant could have sworn her heart stopped in that moment.

And then they fell onto the cold hard ground; as they skidded, Abbie was almost afraid that their luck would run out and they would fall near the edge of a cliff. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Her eyes were squeezed tight and she warily opens them up, still in his arms. She glances back and forth to her relief, they're finally outside.]

Quill? You're not dead right? Cause I'm not hauling your corpse back to the spaceship if you are.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For a while he just lies there, stunned and silent --

And then everything hurts at once, and he makes a sound between a groan and a laugh. ]

Not my best move.

[bearwitness]

Oh, god. Good. You did good.

[She has to laugh weakly in reply and she rolls off of him to lie on her back and stare up at the sky.]

You ought to retire early if this is the stuff you deal with as a job. Also, that drink sounds good right about now.