Searching for Literate RP partners
I'm posting this here because I keep getting younger gals and guys trying to RP with me and its honestly not what I'm looking for. I'm going to be 20 this year and I need someone as literate as myself to RP with. I've already found one, and she's great to RP with, and she's a member of this community, so I figured there are a few more hiding around somewhere xD.
If you would like to RP with me, post up a response to my RP sample, or make up your own and If I'm interested I will PM you from my side account. Please, if you are interested, have somewhere I can contact you, such as Skype, Gmail, AIM, etc. I don't RP on CS, forums I don't know, etc. If this needs to be moved, I understand.
The brute was in a bar, a frequent place now a days since his wife had been lost and he had taken up yet another Mercenary job. He was seated toward the back, a glass within his hands as he leaned back into the booths seat. It had been a while since he had been this drunk, and knowing his body, he'd be drunk well into the next day. There was a sigh from his scarred lips as he let the last drop from his glass drip to his tongue, why did it always have to be gone so quickly. Crimson orbs glanced around, then up as he noticed an unfamiliar figure slide into the booth opposite of his.
Fear examined her for a moment, yep, definitely not familiar. He almost flicked his gaze away but managed to catch her eye. He cleared his throat and looked away, snapping his fingers and instantly being supplied another drink. Easy peasy, humans were so easily to manipulate with cash. He took a long pull from the liquor, and quietly set the glass down, running his hands over his face, and tracing the scars over his mouth. The memory of the pain made him shudder, made him anxious, nervous. There was a sigh from him and he carefully stood up while finishing his drink, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking one and putting it into his mouth as he headed for the door to have a smoke.
He cast a backwards glance just before pushing the door open and headed outside. He leaned against the building, and lit up the cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the dying light of the day. Such a simple habit it was to smoke, even if the brute didn't technically have to breath. It made him feel a little more normal, a little more at home. Home.. He did miss it but what was the point of a home without his past lover to share it with. So this is why he was here, the whole reason, to forget, move on, live the life of a single man again. His thoughts crossed over to the girl in the bar. Another drag from the cigarette, then another, and another. Crimson orbs watched the people walk up and down the streets, so full of life, even without the light of day.