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Monthly Archives: September 2014
OOC – Drafts, Inbox, Etc
Hello everyone!
I’ve had a ton of fun being back and getting into the groove again; thank you all for your patience and support! I feel as though things are well underway, and will continue to carry momentum as I work through my excessive draflist.
If you’re waiting for a reply from me, please forgive my slowness! My day job is extremely taxing on me, so I use the roleplaying as a way to relax. This means that I may work on some threads more than others (particularly if the mun and I are actively talking at the time), intersperse with asks, write drabbles, etc. I will, eventually, get to all of my drafts.
My current system is to work on a handful of the newer stuff, with one or two very active threads and three secondary, then go back and finally reply to one of the older ones from before my hiatus.
That said, if you want to check to make sure that I have a particular thread in my drafts, please feel free to ask! My askbox is open, and you can always send me a fanmail thing with a url. I’m often on skype, too, under username ‘gabapple’ – though don’t be surprised if I don’t answer right away. I multitask to get the most out of my very sparing free time.
This method of using Tumblr for RP is something that I still feel fairly new at – I may have had this blog for the last ~16 months, but compared to the 12+ years I spent RPing real-time on MUSHes, it’s quite the change! Back then, I’d only have 2-3 “threads” going on at once, and we’d be exchanging posts every 10 minutes or so until the scene was finished.
Tumblr RP, therefore, is both liberating – SO many opportunities and interesting stories and different interpretations and FREEDOM – and SO frustrating because resolution seems so far/few between. This is probably why I’ll occasionally jump on ONE thread and RP the heck out of it. I’m a big fan of closure. 🙂
ALSO…. I have a lot more followers than who I am following, and I don’t even know where to start figuring that out. If you’re an RP blog and want to interact with me, please let me know so I can be sure to follow you back! I would hate for someone to wish we were mutuals and have me just not notice because tumblr didn’t alert me to a follower or something like that…
ANYWAY, that is it. Thank you~
-The Mun
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smokebombsandmirrors was kind enough to work from my scar chart to draw this reference for me. I think the worst of his back scars are hidden under his underwear… but they definitely give a good idea of what they look like. ;-; sorry Hakuba.
Pride and Obligation
“Are you coming back?” he asked and draped an arm over his forehead. “cause this hurts too much ….. be alone …. I just …. really….like you ….”
The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor.
Hakuba held his breath as Kaito spoke, free hand gripping the car door tightly until his knuckles were white. “Well, I…” he paused, eyes going wide at the sound of the phone being dropped. "Ku-Kuroba? Kuroba-kun?!“
Oh god, no. The blood loss? Perhaps it had been more serious than Kaito’d said. He was always hiding his injuries, always pretending that things were all right when they really, really weren’t! DAMN that stubborn thief!
The detective wasted no time in getting in and starting the car, shouting once more into his phone before tossing it to the seat. "I’m on my way! Hang on, Kuroba, or I’ll NEVER forgive you!"
Never before had he gotten from his father’s home to Kaito’s in such a short amount of time. It was lucky for him that, being as late as it was, there was almost no one on the road. Somehow, he avoided being pulled over, too, which was especially good as he was technically still inebriated, though the worry had sobered him fairly well.
He jogged from the car once it was sloppily parked in front of the house, medical duffel in hand, and took the raced to the door, knocking briskly.
"Kuroba-kun? It’s me; please open the door!"
Pride and Obligation
“There was no bullet. It had torn straight through the side.” Kaito murmured and felt sleepy. “Hakuba?”
Torn straight through… either a graze or-
Hakuba paused, hand on the car door at the mention of his name. “Yes, Kuroba-kun?” he asked, running through his medical training in the back of his head.
He had all of the supplies that he’d need to take care of minor injuries, though if it was anything more, he’d have to convince Kuroba to go to a hospital, which he imagined would be a new set of complications.
Pride and Obligation
“At the heist right as i was about to leave, have to give Nakamouri-keibu kudos though when he leaped on to the guy. Oh, but before all of that the ass hole who shot me actually put his hands on me.” He said with a shudder. “Hence the reason for burning it. Good thing I have spares.”
He sighed again and reclined and realized that his finger tip had gone pleasantly numb. Wiggling his feet he took note that they were to. He giggled about it.
Hakuba made it back to his bed, zipped up his jeans, then dug through his drawer for his wallet and keys, frown growing increasingly severe the more Kuroba went on. “He… he put his hands on you?” he asked, startled, then shook his head. “Did you manage to get the bullet out, or did it go all the way through?"
The giggle had him worried. Was he going into shock?
Quickly, he donned the snug black tee and jogged for the bathroom, throwing open the cupboard to dig out a new package of gauze to supplement his field bag’s supply. To this he added a bottle of saline solution and cotton swabs, then left the room, grabbing the zip-up hoodie he normally saved for the country club on his way out.
Pride and Obligation
“Its nothing to big. I just got shot. Stupid henchman.” He explained mildly irritated with the whole thing at the heist. “I am at home getting blood all over my couch, that’ll have to be reupholstered and I had to burn my uniform.”
Something about the whole situation seemed… off. Kuroba sounded tired, yes, but there was something else in the way that he spoke and in his mannerisms.
Hakuba halted at that, hands over one of the dress shirts on the hanger. “Pardon… you were shot? When did that happen? And why did you have to burn your uniform?"
Frowning, he decided that there wasn’t time for his normal attire, and snagged one of his unworn t-shirts from the back to slip on, then the pair of forgotten jeans from the drawer.
Hopping on one foot, he got dressed making his way back to the bed, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.
Pride and Obligation
Kaito blinked at the phone. Tailor? He was so confused “No, I don’t need a tailor. I need to stitch up my thigh.”
“Stitch up your…” Hakuba blinked again, then pushed himself up into a sit when the realization hit him. “Are you injured? God, do you need to go to the hospital? Wait, no- I’m certain you wouldn’t…"
He dragged the covers from himself, regretfully leaving the warmth of his bed to stumble to his closet.
"I’ve been trained in field medical… sutures, that sort of thing. Where are you?”
Pride and Obligation
“How good are you at sewing?” Kaito asked quickly.
“Sewing?” Hakuba repeated the question, grimacing as he flopped back onto his pillow, heaving a sigh. What was this nonsense? “I can replace buttons and hands-stitch for small repairs, but that’s about where my tailoring experience ends… are you in need of a tailor?"
Blindly, he reached for the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, groping for his wallet.
"I’ve got my man’s phone number here… somewhere.. if you need a referral… why do you need this so late at night?"
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