This is the IC for the RP "The Mystery RP" originally made by AZilla. I can't really claim any honor for this RP.
A few simple rules specifically for the IC!
- No double posting. Ever.
- Regular RPing rules
- Don't force yourself on to someone. You should be able to RP a few posts for yourself.
Link to the OOC coming soon.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
Shana woke up in her apartment. She looks over at the clock standing at the night-table to the left of her with a sleepy look in her face. She brush away some of her long black hair and lay it behind her ear. 9AM. Not a bad time to wake up in really. She had been in house-arrest for the last few weeks now while that stupid case had been going. Like, what would the cops ever find that could prove anything? And besides, she had some of the best lawyers in the entire United States, and the police had the underpaid ones. Not that price had too much to say, but it was usually the ones that didn't really meet your expectations that got the lowest payment. That was probably why I had all the money I had as well. While the case against her was going on, she had to stay put. No leaving the town or anything. She could leave the apartment, but she had to check back in within a certain time.
After putting a pot of water on the oven, get dressed and grab the newspaper, Shana walks into the kitchen and grabs the pot. It was steaming, but it was an oven after all. That was kinda why it was made. To heat stuff. She prepares the cup with some tea-leaves before she pours the water into the cup and carry it out to the living-room in the maybe a little too expensive apartment. Well, it was the two top floors of the most luxerious designer-apartments in the entire New York, so it wasn't that strange that it was expensive. With the tea standing on the coffee-table in front of the black leather couch, Shana lays down in the couch, opening the newspaper slowly, not far too interested in the content.
"Hmm... 15 years old Dwayne Summerdale was found murdered in his family's back yard last night... The police don't know how the victim died, but it can appear to be a blade of some sort" Shana folds together the newspaper, not bothering to read any more of it. Just by reading that, she knew that she would most likely be bothered with some sort of an interview or something from either the police or a bunch of journalists. Or both for that sake. She leaves the newspaper on the table and start to sip lightly on the strong, yet delicious tea. Expensive tea-leaves from Japan, but it was defenately worth it. Her bank-count was still an 8-digit number, so I couldn't complain. Life wasn't too bad after all.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
A few simple rules specifically for the IC!
- No double posting. Ever.
- Regular RPing rules
- Don't force yourself on to someone. You should be able to RP a few posts for yourself.
Link to the OOC coming soon.
After putting a pot of water on the oven, get dressed and grab the newspaper, Shana walks into the kitchen and grabs the pot. It was steaming, but it was an oven after all. That was kinda why it was made. To heat stuff. She prepares the cup with some tea-leaves before she pours the water into the cup and carry it out to the living-room in the maybe a little too expensive apartment. Well, it was the two top floors of the most luxerious designer-apartments in the entire New York, so it wasn't that strange that it was expensive. With the tea standing on the coffee-table in front of the black leather couch, Shana lays down in the couch, opening the newspaper slowly, not far too interested in the content.
"Hmm... 15 years old Dwayne Summerdale was found murdered in his family's back yard last night... The police don't know how the victim died, but it can appear to be a blade of some sort" Shana folds together the newspaper, not bothering to read any more of it. Just by reading that, she knew that she would most likely be bothered with some sort of an interview or something from either the police or a bunch of journalists. Or both for that sake. She leaves the newspaper on the table and start to sip lightly on the strong, yet delicious tea. Expensive tea-leaves from Japan, but it was defenately worth it. Her bank-count was still an 8-digit number, so I couldn't complain. Life wasn't too bad after all.