The Most Beautiful RP Ever
EQUIUS: “Thank you.” he said and walked over to the TV set. It was surely broken, but that was his job, to fix it. So without further ado he got out his tool set and began to work, sweat dripping down his toned body, rippling muscles bulging, abs galloping. Like celery.“
Today Ali and I embarked on a terrible, beautiful roleplay experience that would change our lives forever.
▼: (Prom!stuck, any canon character is fine, I don’t have much of a preference! Paragraph pls. If we get disconnected, my chumhandle is viciousVillain and my tumblr url is viciousvillain.tumblr.com) Vriska Serket couldn’t even believe she was going to prom. At first, she wasn’t going to go until the person she’s had her eye on for the longest . time asked her to go. Finally, the luck was playing her her favor! In her excitement, she spent last weekend talking to her friend Kanaya and going to get her dress and everything like that for Prom. She was now wearing a dark blueberry mermaid-skirted dress with a halter neck, showing a bit of cleavage, enough to be sexy but not enough to be trashy. She considered having Kanaya hem it, but with her black high heels on, the silky skirt glided like magic over the ground. Her hair was piles on her head in a loose updo, loose curls hanging around her face. She was surveying herself in the mirror when the doorbell rang from downstairs. "It’s open!” she yelled over, hoping it was her date
▲: It wasn’t, it was the cable guy here to fix the TV. He opened the door and walked into the rather large house, it was a big house. He had been cable guy for four years, he had been fired from his previous job as a life guard. This job was easy and fun except his chronic perspiration often interfered with the electronics. As he walked the cool breeze of the air conditioning made him feel at ease. “Excuse me, where might the faulty television set be…located?”
▼: Vriska’ face fell, but stepped out. “Follow me…” she said, leading him to the den. Their big screen tv was busted, and mom wasn’t gonna have it. “It’s over here…”
▲: (( hey, just letting you know we’ve been reading this whole rp out load as Sylvester Stallone. Try it - it’s hilarious. ))
▼: ((OH GOD. you need to record that shit and put it on tumblr))
▲: “Thank you.” he said and walked over to the TV set. It was surely broken, but that was his job, to fix it. So without further ado he got out his tool set and began to work, sweat dripping down his toned body, rippling muscles bulging, abs galloping. Like celery.
▲: ((celery)
▼: ((CELERY))
▼: Vriska went back upstairs to finish her makeup and find the finish touches on her look. Her shoes were still underneath her bed, her makeup was still half done and she still needed to get her date’s boutonniere out of the refrigerator.
▲: As he worked, a bead sweat dripped down onto the exposed wires. This caused our hero to be electrocuted! The shockwave of 110 volts pulsed throughout his thundering body, causing every inch of him to hemorrhage all the way down to his shaft. When it was finally over, he stared down at what he had become. “O-oh..” He sputtered at himself awkwardly.
▲: like celery.
▼: ((do you have a tumblr? Because you’re fucking awesome))
▲: (NO)
▼: Vriska came downstairs, hobbling with one shoe on and one off “Are you alright? I heard someone flopping around like a fish out of water.” she said.
▲: (( NO YES NO YES YES NO ))
▲: (( vantivilligo.tumblr.com YES NO NO NO YES ))
▼: ((yuss))
▲: “Uh..” He muttered at her. “I appear to have a.. situation.”
▼: She sighed. “Do you need help?”
▲: “That.. would be most impossible, I’m afraid.” He turned away awkwardly, to hide his throbbing electrified manhood. “Your assistance for this particular situation I fear would be too much to ask.”
▼: “Oh, okay…” said Vriska, going to wait outside for her date, his boutonniere in hand.
▲: The sports car zoomed down street, you would think coming to a stop to pick up his lovely date, but no. The car tried to stop but instead flipped into a burning pile of pain, heartbreak and dead body. That was unfortunate now not only did she have no date for the prom, she had no way of getting there. You could she was really….HOME STUCK!
▲: “What a spectacle,” Equius commented, glancing out the nearby window for just a moment.
▼: ((YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME. for real.))
▼: “Oh my god!” she said, pulling her shoes off and running to the wreck. “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” she said, sitting on the curb and crying. She’s been dating Gamzee Makara for a year and a half, and this was the most violent end to their relationship, and so close to something so amazing.
▲: He was dead, gone, burned to a crisp. Get the fuck over it already, you big baby. Its go time, if you don’t go to the prom (dead boyfriend or no dead boyfriend) everyone in the school will think you’re a loooooooooser~ Do you want that? No you don’t. You need a date, and ride NOW MOTHER FUCKER! But who? But where? But how?
▼: ((you are the best troll ever, just saying :D))
▲: Meanwhile, Equius was still in the living room corner, trying his damndest to concentrate his erection away - only causing more of that pesky perspiration.
▼: Vriska went back up to her room, grabbing her cellphone and calling her friend Terezi. “T, it’s vriska…Gamzee’s car just fucking wrecked outside of my house, he’s dead with no recovering the body…can I get a ride out with you?”
▲: Damn it bitch! Do you not see the set up I as the narrator are providing for you?! …“No” said Terezi in a deep voice before hanging up the phone. Now you’re stuck again…HOME STUCK ha ha haaaa.
▲: So, are you gonna listen this time or what?
▲: “Uh..” Equius blinked for a second, almost swearing he heard the voice of some invisible narrator for a second who was a total dick, but then shrugged it off awkwardly.
▲: I am not a ‘total dick’ im just trying to fix the story so the characters interact more! You’re the dick! Im just doing my job….
▼: After calling almost everyone in her contact list (and getting rejected by everyone in her contact list), Vriska, in anger, threw her phone against the wall in anger. Her good luck has turned into a wall. “SHUT UP NARRATOR!!!!!!!!” she yelled in no particular direction. This narrator needed to go suck a crank.
▲: Hey hey hey!
▲: Do you think this is easy? I have to come in here every day and tell how OTHER PEOPLE live. But what about me? what about my needs? Im a person too, I wanna get married and have children and climb the top of a mountain. Who will tell me story? Huh? HUH? …No one cares, you guys don’t even like me. No one dose.
▲: “Um..” Equius just stared, exchanging a confused glance with Vriska.
▼: She sighed. “My date just died.” she said quietly. “And i can’t get a fucking ride to prom…”
▲: “A-ah.. yes. I believe that is your current predicament…as indicated by our mysterious narrator.” He paused, awkwardly. “Did you prefer if I uh… assist you to your desired location..?”
▲: (( IN MY PANTS ))
▲: (( I MEAN VAN. MY VAN. ))
▼: She looked over. “Yes please…” she said “Just let me clean myself up a little bit…”
▲: He still has a boner by the way. Just putting that out there.
▲: “Hush..”
▲: Hush?! You don’t tell me to HUSH! That’s it, im out!
▼: “So? It’s a ride to prom…” she said, going back up to her room and getting her cleaned up rather fast, keeping Gamzee’s boutonniere on her vanity. “Alright, i’m ready.”
▲: Hey guys, the narrator just left the office so uh….yeah, not sure where this is going anymore.
▲: “I would question that interjection, but it appears that he is already departed as well.” Equius stared, still mildly confused.
▼: She stepped outside, watching as the emergency vehicles came, pulling Gamzee out of the wreckage and heard a cry on “he’s alive!” from one of the paramedics. “Hang on…what?” said Vriska. The narrator said that he was dead. She ran over to the ambulance. “Gamzee? Gamzee, please, are you alright? Are you gonna live?” she asked panickingly. He looked like a mess. Torn, scorched skin and broken bones. Already, she was crying again. She hated seeing him in such a state…
▲: Equius frowned. He was hoping she’d place Gamzee’s flower-thing upon his massive erection…he had read somewhere in ancient folklore that it has the power to harness even the most challenging of arousals.
▼: ((brb))
▲: This getting really really stupid. Why am fucking here? Forget this, hey Tracey you wanna go get some food? Im hungry
▲: “Okay Ali.” Tracey replied.
▲: And so they abandoned the sillydick rp and skipped merrily to McDonalds. The end.
▼: ((back))
▲: But no chicken nuggets, because last time they tasted really bad, and they got the like 20 pack so they just had like…a bunch of really crappy nuggets. It wasn’t cool.
▲: The end. For real this time.
