Roleplay 2k15

I nervously look around and open my bag frantically pulling out manuscript after manuscript.

"I'll have YOU know! In 2009 I was an integral part of Edgar Allen Poe fandom where we produced-...never mind, you probably don't even know anything about Poe."

Blows the dust off my Poe anthology, "Once upon a midnight dreary..."
 
"As I wandered, gay and queery."

I light a cigarette and lean back against a rack of magazines.

"But okay. You have my attention. Go on."
 
A smile illuminates my face as I drop my cigarette and enthusiastically lift my briefcase.

"I'm glad you asked, Courtney," I say, snapping the briefcase open. "Because I'd like to talk to you about the harmful and potentially deadly side effects of second hand smoke."
 
"Look doctor, I don't know why you're all up in my dress room confusin me with questions like
am i high right now? do i ever get nervous? you heard i **** my bitch? yeah it's true? i'm getting money"

I dribble a basketball between your legs and into the hoop behind you. You tilt your head like a puppy and clutch your chest in amazement.

"Dunk on me so I know it's real"

I pull out my headband and rip off my pants in one single motion to reveal my Nike basketball shorts.
 
"What y'all know about a--" I spin in a perfectly pivoted 360 degree circle on my toes, "--supermodel?"

My shirt flows in the wind even though we're in doors and I keep my hand on my hat to highkey look suave and lowkey keep it from falling off my head.

"I'm ready to be bad." I light another cigarette despite my knowledge of the health effects of tobacco smoke.
 
I bite my lip nervously and run my fingers through my hair.

"Do...do you need a bad girl? Sh-should I get at you if I'm a bad girl? I mean... I know you've seen a lot of broads"

I flip my perfectly messy but very done hair and bat my naturally smokey eyes at you before continuing, "but...I'm not like other girls...I...I woke up like dih"
 
"I need a bad girl, if you're a bad girl."

I open my laundry basket and start to fill the washing machine, before sighing and taking a handful of small coins from my pocket, dropping them in the slot one at a time.

"I keep a dollar worth of dimes...you know pimpin ain't easy."
 
I step back, baffled. I fix my mouth to speak and take another step back, perplexed and begin..."Look...idk what you heard about me....but a bitch can't get a dollar outta me."

I gesture to the empty parking space in front of us, "No Cadilac no perms you can't see" Whipping my cane out from my breasts and slamming it on the ground causing a slight crack, I bellow "but i'm a motherfucking P. I . M . P"
 
I look at your hideous cane in horror and grab it from you.

"When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to," I say, dousing the cane in gasoline. "Even though this might bruise you..." I whisper solemnly. "Let it burn...let it burn..." I put my hand on your shoulder. "Gotta let it burn."
 
I watch you guys as you burn a cane with confusion on my face. I dial the local police department to let them know a man took a cane from someone else doused it in gasoline and set it on fire. They swiftly come arrest you and then I leave the RP thread.
 
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