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AIM Example
RP Style: Third Person Storybook
Characters: DJ Ashba (Beautiful Creatures, Sixx: AM) / Joey Jordison (Murderdolls, Slipknot)
NOTE I play DJ in this scene.
Setting: Boston, Massachusetts
Brief Description: After leaving Los Angeles when a virus killed all of his friends and his lover, DJ traveled around the United States for a while before finally stopping on a mountain outside of Boston. Finding a cabin, a couple bottles of Jack Daniels, and food for his monkey, DJ had every intention of dying with a bottle in one hand and his pet monkey in the other. Fortunately in the middle of his plans DJ got an unlikely visitor that changed his life.
Current Storyline withaeteria
Having heard faint noises of a motor running then shutting off now running again somewhere on the mountain DJ sat on the sofa bed with a bottle of Jack and a handgun he picked up in the small town before he made it up to the mountains. He wasn’t quite sure what drove him to this area of the country or why he continued to stay here. Maybe it was the seclusion. Maybe it was because he knew that there were no reminders of his past life were on the mountain or anywhere near by. All DJ knew was that he was alone.
For most of his life DJ had wanted his independence, to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted. When things finally were looking up for him and going in all the right directions the stupid world had to end on him. Becoming angry at everything and everyone left, he had no idea what to do. He wasn’t sure how many people were still alive, if any. He knew there were others at this point. He had heard them many times going up and down the mountain. He wasn’t sure how many there were or if there was just one who couldn’t fucking sit still. Whatever the case he found them to be annoying.
DJ wanted the silence back. He wanted to simply sit on his couch or lay on the bed and stare into space. He wanted to forget that the world ended. He wanted to be able to close his eyes and pretend he was back home, in the sun, on the beach. Happy. Sure he still had Pinky who was one of the loves of his lives, even if she was only his pet monkey, but even she was hiding lately. She knew better at this point.
After leaving Alex and Grace behind, Joey slowed the snowmobile down as he approached the outer line of the forest. He knew that there were several more cabins further up the mountain, he just did not know their exact locations, nor was he sure of where the road was that led up to them. Slowly working his way up the mountain, he bypassed the cabins that had sustained damage due to the storms and had not been repaired because their owners had died. Finally seeing one cabin that was rather secluded off by its self, and looking to be intact, he pulled the snowmobile up in front of it. Stopping the vehicle, he slid off the seat, taking his rifle with him as he cautiously approached the front door. He didn’t really expect anyone to be inside as he figured that most everyone around had died off now, but he didn’t know exactly what he might find animal wise either.
Hearing the snowmobiles move closer to his cabin, DJ became alarmed though he didn’t bother to move from his position on the couch. He hadn’t been bothered since he came up to the mountains he didn’t understand why someone would want to or even think about bothering him now. Annoyed he raised his arm up so that he could point the gun at the door perfectly for whomever dared to enter his new home if someone was that stupid. He doubted anyone was but then again he didn’t know. DJ figured he had found a perfect spot away from everyone, obviously he was wrong. He would have to find a new place he just didn’t know when that was going to take place.
Taking a look around the cabin, Joey slowly opened the door, pushing it wide. Looking around the cabin, his icy blue eyes widened in shock at seeing the barrel of a gun pointed straight at him. So there was someone in this cabin after all. Growling softly at being met with a firearm without even a greeting, his own temper came into prominence as he quickly brought the rifle up, aiming directly at the other mans head. “You shoot me, you’re dead. Is it really worth it to you?” He growled.
“I shoot you and you die. I don’t care if I die or not. Besides I shoot you now and its over and done with, you die. You won’t have time to shoot me.” DJ stated coldly, not moving from his spot or moving his gun away from the door. He would shoot Joey if he had to. He knew who the man was of course but none of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered from their past lives.
“What makes you think I care?” Joey asked softly, lowering his rifle, setting it down beside the door as he stepped fully into the cabin, barely hiding a wince of pain as he shut the door behind himself. “Go on, shoot me if you want to. I’m sure as hell not going to stop you.” He murmured, leaning back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he simply watched the other man, both calling his bluff and trying to figure out just who the hell the man was. The other was very familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure just who he was, not yet anyways.
Glaring at Joey once the man took away his challenge, DJ continued to hold his gun up to the man, “If you don’t care then I can do it, I can shoot you but really that takes the fun out of it. You’re making way too easy of a target can’t you like fucking move around or some shit?” DJ asked in a rather annoyed voice as he motioned with the gun for Joey to move about a little.
Sighing in boredom and annoyance at the mans words, Joey slowly walked across the room to where the larger man was sitting on the couch. Crawling into his lap, he straddled the mans hips, biting back a soft whimper of pain as his body protested the movement. Crossing his arms over his chest, he smiled sweetly. “Does this make it easier to shoot me now?” He asked quietly, absolutely no trace of malice, anger or even spite in his voice, just calm acceptance.
Shaking his head DJ sighed heavily, “You moron I said you were making it too easy for me now you’ve just gone and made it a hell of a lot easier. If I wanted it easy I could just shoot you now, but I don’t like the easy game, that’s like stealing candy from a baby and that just ain’t right.” DJ wasn’t quite sure just what to make of Joey sitting in his lap nor was he sure how to take the man basically asking him to shoot him. Though he did remove his gun from the man’s body and placed it down to his side away from Joey so he wouldn’t hurt him.
“I’m not the one that tried to shoot someone with absolutely no provocation. So which of us is the moron again?” Joey asked softly, carefully sliding out of DJ’s lap now that the man had put away the gun. Whimpering softly as he slid back off the mans legs and onto the couch, he quickly looked up at the larger man, hoping that the man hadn’t heard him. “Now why the hell didn’t you come out to investigate? I know damn good and well that you are not deaf, so you heard my snowmobile.”
“I didn’t care what the fuck you did as long as you didn’t bother me. You bothered me. You came into my cabin. I prepared to shoot if I had to. Maybe I don’t have the best logic in the world but if you didn’t notice there’s nothing left anymore so excuse me if my judgment isn’t a little bit fucked.” DJ stated a bit harshly before taking a swing of the whisky that was still in his hand. Deciding maybe he should be nice to the tiny drummer sitting now next to him he offered the bottle to Joey as a peace offering.
Staring at the bottle of whiskey in DJ’s hand, Joey remained silent for several moments before glancing up at the larger man, a deep, haunted fear showing in his icy eyes before he scrambled off the couch, hissing softly in pain as he did. “Fuck you and your screwy fucking logic. I was only going to offer you some help, but it appears that you don’t want or need it.” Snatching up his rifle he had left by the door, he quickly opened the door and left the cabin without another look backwards.
Sitting the bottle of Jack on the stand by the couch, DJ stood up and walked over to the door, following Joey this time. He wasn’t about to simply let the man walk out on him or judge him for something that he knew Joey had done in the past. “Who the fuck says that I don’t want or need help?” DJ called out from the door not bothering to move any farther since he hadn’t bothered to pick up his gun. “You know I could’ve killed your ass but I didn’t and yet you walk out and are acting like a dick. Thanks. Really, its so nice of you to offer your wonderful services after you take them away for no damn reason. Have a nice life Jordison.”
RP Style: Third Person Storybook
Characters: DJ Ashba (Beautiful Creatures, Sixx: AM) / Joey Jordison (Murderdolls, Slipknot)
NOTE I play DJ in this scene.
Setting: Boston, Massachusetts
Brief Description: After leaving Los Angeles when a virus killed all of his friends and his lover, DJ traveled around the United States for a while before finally stopping on a mountain outside of Boston. Finding a cabin, a couple bottles of Jack Daniels, and food for his monkey, DJ had every intention of dying with a bottle in one hand and his pet monkey in the other. Fortunately in the middle of his plans DJ got an unlikely visitor that changed his life.
Current Storyline with
aeteriaHaving heard faint noises of a motor running then shutting off now running again somewhere on the mountain DJ sat on the sofa bed with a bottle of Jack and a handgun he picked up in the small town before he made it up to the mountains. He wasn’t quite sure what drove him to this area of the country or why he continued to stay here. Maybe it was the seclusion. Maybe it was because he knew that there were no reminders of his past life were on the mountain or anywhere near by. All DJ knew was that he was alone.
For most of his life DJ had wanted his independence, to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted. When things finally were looking up for him and going in all the right directions the stupid world had to end on him. Becoming angry at everything and everyone left, he had no idea what to do. He wasn’t sure how many people were still alive, if any. He knew there were others at this point. He had heard them many times going up and down the mountain. He wasn’t sure how many there were or if there was just one who couldn’t fucking sit still. Whatever the case he found them to be annoying.
DJ wanted the silence back. He wanted to simply sit on his couch or lay on the bed and stare into space. He wanted to forget that the world ended. He wanted to be able to close his eyes and pretend he was back home, in the sun, on the beach. Happy. Sure he still had Pinky who was one of the loves of his lives, even if she was only his pet monkey, but even she was hiding lately. She knew better at this point.
After leaving Alex and Grace behind, Joey slowed the snowmobile down as he approached the outer line of the forest. He knew that there were several more cabins further up the mountain, he just did not know their exact locations, nor was he sure of where the road was that led up to them. Slowly working his way up the mountain, he bypassed the cabins that had sustained damage due to the storms and had not been repaired because their owners had died. Finally seeing one cabin that was rather secluded off by its self, and looking to be intact, he pulled the snowmobile up in front of it. Stopping the vehicle, he slid off the seat, taking his rifle with him as he cautiously approached the front door. He didn’t really expect anyone to be inside as he figured that most everyone around had died off now, but he didn’t know exactly what he might find animal wise either.
Hearing the snowmobiles move closer to his cabin, DJ became alarmed though he didn’t bother to move from his position on the couch. He hadn’t been bothered since he came up to the mountains he didn’t understand why someone would want to or even think about bothering him now. Annoyed he raised his arm up so that he could point the gun at the door perfectly for whomever dared to enter his new home if someone was that stupid. He doubted anyone was but then again he didn’t know. DJ figured he had found a perfect spot away from everyone, obviously he was wrong. He would have to find a new place he just didn’t know when that was going to take place.
Taking a look around the cabin, Joey slowly opened the door, pushing it wide. Looking around the cabin, his icy blue eyes widened in shock at seeing the barrel of a gun pointed straight at him. So there was someone in this cabin after all. Growling softly at being met with a firearm without even a greeting, his own temper came into prominence as he quickly brought the rifle up, aiming directly at the other mans head. “You shoot me, you’re dead. Is it really worth it to you?” He growled.
“I shoot you and you die. I don’t care if I die or not. Besides I shoot you now and its over and done with, you die. You won’t have time to shoot me.” DJ stated coldly, not moving from his spot or moving his gun away from the door. He would shoot Joey if he had to. He knew who the man was of course but none of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered from their past lives.
“What makes you think I care?” Joey asked softly, lowering his rifle, setting it down beside the door as he stepped fully into the cabin, barely hiding a wince of pain as he shut the door behind himself. “Go on, shoot me if you want to. I’m sure as hell not going to stop you.” He murmured, leaning back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he simply watched the other man, both calling his bluff and trying to figure out just who the hell the man was. The other was very familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure just who he was, not yet anyways.
Glaring at Joey once the man took away his challenge, DJ continued to hold his gun up to the man, “If you don’t care then I can do it, I can shoot you but really that takes the fun out of it. You’re making way too easy of a target can’t you like fucking move around or some shit?” DJ asked in a rather annoyed voice as he motioned with the gun for Joey to move about a little.
Sighing in boredom and annoyance at the mans words, Joey slowly walked across the room to where the larger man was sitting on the couch. Crawling into his lap, he straddled the mans hips, biting back a soft whimper of pain as his body protested the movement. Crossing his arms over his chest, he smiled sweetly. “Does this make it easier to shoot me now?” He asked quietly, absolutely no trace of malice, anger or even spite in his voice, just calm acceptance.
Shaking his head DJ sighed heavily, “You moron I said you were making it too easy for me now you’ve just gone and made it a hell of a lot easier. If I wanted it easy I could just shoot you now, but I don’t like the easy game, that’s like stealing candy from a baby and that just ain’t right.” DJ wasn’t quite sure just what to make of Joey sitting in his lap nor was he sure how to take the man basically asking him to shoot him. Though he did remove his gun from the man’s body and placed it down to his side away from Joey so he wouldn’t hurt him.
“I’m not the one that tried to shoot someone with absolutely no provocation. So which of us is the moron again?” Joey asked softly, carefully sliding out of DJ’s lap now that the man had put away the gun. Whimpering softly as he slid back off the mans legs and onto the couch, he quickly looked up at the larger man, hoping that the man hadn’t heard him. “Now why the hell didn’t you come out to investigate? I know damn good and well that you are not deaf, so you heard my snowmobile.”
“I didn’t care what the fuck you did as long as you didn’t bother me. You bothered me. You came into my cabin. I prepared to shoot if I had to. Maybe I don’t have the best logic in the world but if you didn’t notice there’s nothing left anymore so excuse me if my judgment isn’t a little bit fucked.” DJ stated a bit harshly before taking a swing of the whisky that was still in his hand. Deciding maybe he should be nice to the tiny drummer sitting now next to him he offered the bottle to Joey as a peace offering.
Staring at the bottle of whiskey in DJ’s hand, Joey remained silent for several moments before glancing up at the larger man, a deep, haunted fear showing in his icy eyes before he scrambled off the couch, hissing softly in pain as he did. “Fuck you and your screwy fucking logic. I was only going to offer you some help, but it appears that you don’t want or need it.” Snatching up his rifle he had left by the door, he quickly opened the door and left the cabin without another look backwards.
Sitting the bottle of Jack on the stand by the couch, DJ stood up and walked over to the door, following Joey this time. He wasn’t about to simply let the man walk out on him or judge him for something that he knew Joey had done in the past. “Who the fuck says that I don’t want or need help?” DJ called out from the door not bothering to move any farther since he hadn’t bothered to pick up his gun. “You know I could’ve killed your ass but I didn’t and yet you walk out and are acting like a dick. Thanks. Really, its so nice of you to offer your wonderful services after you take them away for no damn reason. Have a nice life Jordison.”