Fatal Advent presents: HOOOUUSE PARRTAAAY

[Antlion]

It is always nice to be the "trusted" one.

Chris was standing at his front door, giving a barrage of nods, and "mhm"s. He was so excited for the following weekend. It was quite early on a Friday morning when his parents were heading out. His mom continued to speak.

"Your sister will be at Amy's this whole weekend. We know your brother is going to sneak out, so just make sure he isn't dead. As for you-"

Chris' dad cut in.

"We know you aren't going to do anything but sit on the computer, watch TV, and play guitar all week, so we aren't worried."

Chris didn't quite know how to respond to that.

"So..." his dad continued, "We are leaving for Las Vegas now, and we will be back SUNDAY NIGHT/ Monday MORNING. We expect you to be sleep when we get back. You basically have the house to yourself, and we trust you won't do anything wrong."

They said their goodbyes to the fourteen year old boy, who didn't want to make it obvious he was rushing them off. As the car pulled away, and exited the block, he smirked.

"They said not to do anything wrong, but they never said not to throw a party. To me, that seems right in my mind." He had a devilish smirk. He ran to his computer, he had a lot of private messages to send.

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HOUSE PARTTTYY.


Ok, this is a comedy roleplay. Remember Loc's Darkest Hour roleplay, when we went to that house and all went crazy? That was one of the few "effective" comedy roleplays I have seen. Everyone, I don't care what country you live in, you don't need to be too literal, I don't care HOW you got to my house in Long Island, just say you did. No one cares, you are just there.

Each post should be a paragraph or two MINIMUM in length, just posting what you are doing at the party. Messing around, watching TV, jumping on couches, eating, anything you want. Comedy is the key. The party will literally run from Friday night to Sunday night, just for the funny hell of it. You can leave and come back, we will just keep partying it up all weekend.

Ok, rules. Firstly, there is NO killing anyone. No powers or anything. Once again, this is comedy. As a password, put a sentence with the word "parrrtttyyy" on the top of your profile. Three R's, three T's, three Y's. Bring your own entertainment, and BYOB :D. Cause, well, this is a roleplay, you don't need to have a conscience telling you not to drink underage :D

Just make your first post you showing up at my block, finding my house and knocking on the door. My house will consist of (I am adding more to it to make it more fun XD) A pool, three stories and a basement, pool tables, ping pong tables, several computers and televisions, a trampoline, a huge stock of vodka and wine, and anything else you might want to add, as long as your realistic, of course.

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EDIT: Screw templates. Introduce yourself in your first post, descriptively.
Party time! :D

[Antlion]

...I am utterly insulted.

[Jack London]

Lols, I actually do plan on joinin' this, I'm just busy right now. I'll have a template up by tomorrow.

[Dr. Freeman]

We need teh templates? wtfuxx? Damn right you should be insulted.

Jk.

Alright, enough idiocy aside. I'd love to join this, but I, uh, have a lot of crap to do. So expect a template before friday night. kk

[Battlecry]

luls. I do remember LoC's role-play, I think it had Beetlejuice in it...

I'll see if I can get a template up soon. ;D

[Sir Meta Knight]

i'd join this, but why templates? ;-; It makes me sad.

nonetheless, I will wipe one up in a jiffy! Also...do we have to actually be human? .__.

[Nobodys Angel]

I'll post a template as soon as I'm not-as-busy-as-I-am-right-now.

[Azanulbizare]

Bizare pulls out his robe and wizard hat.

[Antlion]

You know what, if you want, screw templates. But in your opening post, be very descriptive of who you are, your name, and appearance. Sorry :X


I will make an opening post on Friday, or Thursday.

[Sir Meta Knight]

Originally Posted by Fatal Advent

You know what, if you want, screw templates. But in your opening post, be very descriptive of who you are, your name, and appearance. Sorry :X


I will make an opening post on Friday, or Thursday.

wut about humans :<

I wanna be a pink marshmallow, but can I?

[Antlion]

...Why would you want to come as kirby instead of just you? D:

Fine, be weird.

[Sir Meta Knight]

(I'll be me, then. If you so desire.)

[Antlion]

It was about 6:00 PM, on Friday night. Chris' brother had sneaked out, and probably wouldn't be back. For a few days. No one really cared. That is how things went in this house.

Chris walked into his living room, after some mild carpel tunnel from mass PMing. KHI might possibly sue him for all of the bandwith he just used. He walked over to his stereo, turned up the volume, and started blasting some of Escape The Fate's hits.

"Something so profound, something you won't expect,
take this scripture, like a picture, wear it around your neck"

He started scratching his head, feeling his smooth, dirty blonde hair. Chris was quite immature, and impatient.

Since this roleplay had elements of fantasy, Chris expected guests from around the world to be arriving any minute, or just as fast as they could post it. Suddenly, Chris looked upwards at the narrator's voice, that was coming from above.

"Wait, what? Roleplay? Posting? Wtf u smokin, noob?"

Nevermind. Just...shut up.

"kk"

So, anyway. Chris sat down on the sofa, looking towards the door. He unlocked it, because in roleplays and video games alike, players/roleplayers usually don't have manners and just barge into houses. He eagerly anticipated the arrival of his first guest, to get the party started. Hellz yea!

Suddenly, Chris looked back upwards.

"Uh, the narrator isn't aloud to be grammatically incorrect. Only I am. And even THAT is only because this is a comedy RP."

Shut up. You know how stupid I look arguing with a fantasy version of myself. So, like I was saying, He eagerly anticipated the arrival of his first guest, to get the party started.


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Post. Now.

[Hip-Hop]

"Where is this man's house?"

CaLeb Weems was riding around in his champegne colored 200 honda accord, the moon roof open to let the air in. He was bumpin one of his famous "The Fix", currently on the track "Coffe Shop" by Yung Joc. CaLeb was bobbing his head to the music, this being one of his favorite songs of the moment. He wasn't alone however, having three beautiful young ladies in the car with him.

Life was good.

Changing the song to "Crank Dat Soulja Boy" by Soulja Boy. Turning the music all the way up, the sub whooffer almost shaking the street. Looking down at his directions, a frustrated look came across his face.

"Where the f!@# is his house!?!?"

Just as he was about to take another left, one of the girls in the car, Amanda, told him to stop the car. And there it was, Chris's house; they had passed it four times already. Stepping out and unloocking the doors, CaLeb began to walk up to his house. He was wearing a simple but effective outfit, a baggy white T-Shirt with baggy light blue faded jeans and white sneakers. His entire outfit was fresh, looking like he had just walked out the store.

Walking up to the door and opening it, CaLeb left it open for the ladies. Sure enough, there was Chris, chillin on the couch listening to Escape The Fate. As soon as he heard it CaLeb started singing along.

"You hesitate..."

Plopping down on the couch beside his friend, CaLeb started talking like he went to his house everyday.

"Ladies walking in, music and beer in the car. Now, where is everybody?"

[Chaotic Misery]

"Money money money."

Cortney Randle was walking down around the block counting the numerous hundred dollar bills in his hands. He then rolled themback up, put a rubber band around them, and shoved them in his pockets. He was supposedly going to his friend Chris's house. For some reason, he was walked past Chris's house and was now walking around the whole block to get back to Chris's house.

Either Cortney was completely stupid or, he had no sense of direction. I like to go with the second one. He continued walking around the entire block until he reached Chris's house. Outside he saw a car and he wondered who had arrived.

"I forgot to describe Cortney's appearence."

"Hurry up. I'm standing here butt naked."

Cortney was dressed in a white jacket with black symbols that looked like the symbols from bandannas. Underneath was a white t shirt. On his legs, Cortney wore white basketball shorts that went past his knees. On his feet wore black and white mid top Air Force ones. He was light skinned, his eyes were green, and he wore black braids on his head that reached to his back. A silver watch was on his left wrist, and a silver croos hung around his neck on a silver chain. In his ears were two silver round earrings. He lastly had a silver pinkie ring.

"Finally. You suck at descriptions."

"I could have made you wear really short clothes like a female."

"Uh let's get back to the rp."

"Thought so."

Cortney walked up to Chris's door and opened it. He walked in like he lived there which was kinda since he was ALWAYS over to Chris's whenever there was a party which would make this the first time. He saw CaLeb and Chris sitting on the couch.

"Yo my homies. Where's the women? And you need to play some party music"

He then sat down in the chair near the couch.