Welcome Information

Welcome to the rphideout!


#rphideout  http://chat.deviantart.com/chat/Rphideout This is our room. rphideout.deviantart.com/ This is the group.

We are a room and group where you can post an ad for just about anything you want. All genres, all types, all romances, nothing barred. We even have a 'mentoring' program for you to get better. To advertise you want to, just ask to be placed in the apprentices. Members of a class higher than you would be the best to tab for help. If you are at the top, why do you think you need improvement? Well, anyway, just tab someone of your own class then.

Character sheets are no longer needed but an rp post will be. Reply to the post at the end of the journal

RULES

1. I don't think anyone likes godmodding. Generally, that's taking control of another person's characters or scene. So, reduce or eliminate it, please.

2. Storytellers are the highest authority. They should only be tabbed for questions if you have already tried to bookkeepers.They should always be listened to, especially when restoring order. Any 'jabs' or attacks on them, can result in demotion or a kick depending on the level of the offence without warning.

3. Bookkeepers are just under the storytellers. They should be your go to people for questions, help, and when there is a character sheet that needs approved or membership request. They should confer with a storyteller before approving anything, so it may take a moment to get approved. Please, be patient.

4. To join, reply to one of the two starters at the end of the rules.

5. We don't care if you swear, talk smut or whatever you want. We're not going to tell you what you can and can't say, just please be respectful in everything. No insulting people(unless they are your friend or something, just know it might catch the attention of a mod) Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

6. This kind of goes with the upper one, but there will be no drug talk. I'm tired of it. If you do it, just keep it to yourself but don't let the mods know. It's gotten out of hand and there really is no need to talk about it. Very few circumstances require this type of conversation. This is one of the few rules that will get you kicked faster than others. Continue and it will be a permanent ban with no hope for parole. There, also, won't be any talk about suicide. Well, you can talk about it, just no talking about how many times you've attempted or wanting to do it now. If you are feeling suicidal, call the national suicide hotline or 9-1-1. Encouragement(telling someone to do it) of committing suicide will result in an INSTANT BAN! Permanent without hope of ever coming back.

So, in general, no drama. If you come in, leave it at the door. There will be a warning if you persist. If it's not adhered to, it will result in a kick until there will be a ban if they still won't listen.

7. Rp requests should be put in bold. It's easiest if you take your rps into another room, but it's alright to rp in the room. For an rp request, just bold your request. If it goes over3-4 lines for you, please be considerate and sub some or all of you text. You must join up before you can request.

8. Don't rp with Unknowns. They need to join up first in order to request or accept an rp request.



Rp post to reply to one of these:

Pages, photos, maps of all sorts were taped and pinned to the decorated walls of the English apartment. Files and papers scattered about the floor, cigarette butts adding a nice touch to the already awful mess of an apartment. Not that it in itself was a hovel, but that room, that office, it was never cleaned, never would be. The eyes of the genius scanned paper after paper, hands folded and tucked under his chin as he stared, unblinkingly, at the walls. Something, there had to be something that linked all of these cases together. A woman murdered at gunpoint, a man strangled, a child burnt alive… Something, they all had to mean something. No connections between the three, not appearances, not eye colour, blood type… Nothing. There was nothing that was even of a slight similarity between the three, and there was bound to be more, always had been. In order to keep more from happening he had to find a connection, a pattern, a symbol within the maps, the locations.. ANYTHING. That was until.. Ah, yes, how could he have been so stupid!? Flinging himself from his chair, Bastian made haste to the bedroom in which his partner slept. Without knocking he opened the door, grabbing the others coat and tossing it upon them. “Wake up! I figured it out. I can’t believe we never saw it before.. “ A cocky grin lay upon his lips, as it always had as he shook his partner out of their slumber. “Come now, we need to head to where the next crime scene will be, or must I take all the credit this go around?”

Gunfire, explosions, the constant rickashay of bullets ‘ting-ting-tinging’ in an endless storm of open fire around him and his men. “Take cover!” One voice rang out. “Fall back!” Another pleaded. The desperate cries of his comrades falling to the enemy. The pleads that he couldn’t reach out to, the men that he couldn’t save… and then the pain within his own leg, leaving him to join the others in desperate cries for help, the fear of being killed, of not knowing where ‘life’ would be after this, if any life at all. He had already seen hell, lived it for three years. Noise around him had vanished, only the ticking of the alarm clock and his own harsh breathing to fill the unusually empty room. A dream, it had only been a dream of a long wished forgotten memory. An absentminded hand had made way to his own wounded leg, or once was. The only remembrance of the battle field was a scar, and the usual morning stiffness in his joints that came along with it. Perhaps (put your characters name here) was up by now? No, that couldn’t be it.. 4:00 am? The man/woman was sure to still be asleep, or at least he prayed as much, for the thought of waking him/her in their unusually deep slumber always meant an earful when they awakened. Just to be safe, he pried the covers off his sweat drenched body, caused by the constant nightmares and flashbacks of the war several years back. Bare feet padded against the floors until he reached the halls, then the door of the others bedroom. With a light grip on the handle, he opened the dooor, poking his head inside to get a glance if they were still asleep.