Tumblr (3.0; @deadlinepromos)http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mmep8yqXnL1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e89a52c3208cf6dea6c4db2fc84fffac/tumblr_mmep8yqXnL1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49824784988http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49824784988Mon, 06 May 2013 22:22:09 -0400rprpgroleplaycolton haynescolton haynes fc<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/bdc2cfdfa880bb679d7fe435a42a58fa/tumblr_mmep6rS9Va1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/374e47cbafcc1c1628179ef30f699bc7/tumblr_mmep6rS9Va1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong><strong>☆<big> J</big></strong></strong><big>ames <strong>T</strong></big><big>yler</big><strong><big> </big></strong>is <em>19</em><em> years old</em> and from<strong> <strong>Dallas, Texas.</strong> </strong>A lot of people tell him he looks like<big>Zayn Malik</big>. He has been diagnosed with<strong> <strong>Lung Cancer</strong> </strong>and has <em>11 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is<strong> <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</strong></p> <blockquote> <p><em>I’m not the kind of guy that writes down his feelings. Let me get that straight. I don’t like the kind of guys that write down all their feelings either, I mean, I may be confined to bed with a tube attached to my nose because my lungs are dying out, but I’m no pussy. I’ve still got twelve months left, it’s not the end of the world. Although I kind of wish it was and then I wouldn’t be the only one leaving it. Yeah, I do have feelings, don’t act so surprised. I don’t want to die, but there’s no fighting it anymore. I’ll just do what I can to be all cool with everything before I leave and all. It’s not like earth is so great anyway? Someone just came in to visit that Isabel girl. Kinda wish there was someone to visit me. I dunno. Never mind.<strong> <br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>James grew up in a quiet household. Just him and his mother after his father died in an accident, and his mother resorted to drinking. At age twelve, he was fending for himself and on his own, pretty much, even taking care of his mother. It was always James against the world and he learned fairly quickly that the world was tough and it wouldn’t go easy on him. So, he toughened up. He became known as an asshole, but he was popular, the party guy, the guy to go to for a good time, and boy was he good with the ladies. See? James was fine on his own, he never needed anybody. Shortly after James turned eighteen, his mother passed away as well, thanks to some serious blood alcohol poisoning, despite all of his attempts to get her to quit drinking. James swore from then on he wouldn’t drink anymore, because he watched how it ruined his mother. And not drinking probably increased his chances of a long life, right? But there was one thing that didn’t up his chances, and that was lung cancer.<br/><br/>He’d just graduated and he had a full football scholarship when the doctors appointment changed everything. Lung cancer - the deadliest type of cancer for both men and women, more deadly than all types of cancers behind. When James found out, his heart dropped. But deep inside, he’d sort of known that this was coming. He never had been able to imagine himself growing old, and now he never would. At first, James fought the disease, but it kept winning, and soon, he humbly accepted the inevitable. About the time that his long-time girlfriend broke up with him because ‘this was too hard on her’ and ‘she couldn’t take it’. She was the only person James had actually ever cared for, and it definitely affected him when she said she was out. See, James grew up never trusting anyone, never relying on anyone, and that’s sort of how he’s stayed - the man made of stone, unbreakable. And yet, so fragile and vulnerable. Maybe he has a tendency to be an asshole, to be a bit blunt, but deep down, he is a fairly nice guy. Such a smooth talker, he would’ve been a great lawyer some day, but that’s an impossible notion now.<br/><br/>Now, James is hooked up to every tube and contraption to help him breathe as he’s been transferred to another hospital in the terminal ward. There, he’s found friends, a family that he never had before, and yet, James is probably the most closed off and the least likely to ever open up. He’s sort of going with the flow right now, he’s in a good mood, still laughing and joking off with them, but he hasn’t truly opened up to any of them and he’s afraid to get attached. It would tear him apart to finally let someone in only to lose them. And that’s why he hasn’t allowed himself to really become close to the group, although he wishes he was as open as some of them.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Try every flavor of ice cream in Baskin Robbins</li> <li>Go sky diving</li> <li>Graffiti something. But not tacky graffiti. Something awesome.</li> <li>Walk across the great wall of China</li> <li>Change someone’s life for the better</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49824660442http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49824660442Mon, 06 May 2013 22:20:51 -0400rprpgroleplayzayn malikzayn malik fc<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mmcq74d2OL1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mmcq74d2OL1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mmcq74d2OL1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mmcq74d2OL1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49734658802http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49734658802Sun, 05 May 2013 20:47:27 -0400rprpgroleplayroleplay gameroleplay group<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mlzfjlFKzI1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mlzfjlFKzI1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mlzfjlFKzI1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mlzfjlFKzI1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49133274059http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49133274059Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:20:44 -0400rprpgroleplayrole play5x5 rpqueue<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mlzfj5e3H71ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mlzfj5e3H71ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mlzfj5e3H71ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mlzfj5e3H71ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49131830567http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49131830567Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:01:40 -0400rprpgroleplayoriginal rpgbio rpgqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bdc2cfdfa880bb679d7fe435a42a58fa/tumblr_mlzfj9jowl1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9c6ec462253a037b71b8dc3544532c84/tumblr_mlzfj9jowl1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong><strong>☆<big> J</big></strong></strong><big>ames <strong>T</strong></big><big>yler</big><strong><big> </big></strong>is <em>19</em><em> years old</em> and from<strong> <strong>Dallas, Texas.</strong> </strong>A lot of people tell him he looks like<big>Zayn Malik</big>. He has been diagnosed with<strong> <strong>Lung Cancer</strong> </strong>and has <em>11 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is<strong> <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</strong></p> <blockquote> <p><em>I’m not the kind of guy that writes down his feelings. Let me get that straight. I don’t like the kind of guys that write down all their feelings either, I mean, I may be confined to bed with a tube attached to my nose because my lungs are dying out, but I’m no pussy. I’ve still got twelve months left, it’s not the end of the world. Although I kind of wish it was and then I wouldn’t be the only one leaving it. Yeah, I do have feelings, don’t act so surprised. I don’t want to die, but there’s no fighting it anymore. I’ll just do what I can to be all cool with everything before I leave and all. It’s not like earth is so great anyway? Someone just came in to visit that Isabel girl. Kinda wish there was someone to visit me. I dunno. Never mind.<strong> <br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>James grew up in a quiet household. Just him and his mother after his father died in an accident, and his mother resorted to drinking. At age twelve, he was fending for himself and on his own, pretty much, even taking care of his mother. It was always James against the world and he learned fairly quickly that the world was tough and it wouldn’t go easy on him. So, he toughened up. He became known as an asshole, but he was popular, the party guy, the guy to go to for a good time, and boy was he good with the ladies. See? James was fine on his own, he never needed anybody. Shortly after James turned eighteen, his mother passed away as well, thanks to some serious blood alcohol poisoning, despite all of his attempts to get her to quit drinking. James swore from then on he wouldn’t drink anymore, because he watched how it ruined his mother. And not drinking probably increased his chances of a long life, right? But there was one thing that didn’t up his chances, and that was lung cancer.<br/><br/>He’d just graduated and he had a full football scholarship when the doctors appointment changed everything. Lung cancer - the deadliest type of cancer for both men and women, more deadly than all types of cancers behind. When James found out, his heart dropped. But deep inside, he’d sort of known that this was coming. He never had been able to imagine himself growing old, and now he never would. At first, James fought the disease, but it kept winning, and soon, he humbly accepted the inevitable. About the time that his long-time girlfriend broke up with him because ‘this was too hard on her’ and ‘she couldn’t take it’. She was the only person James had actually ever cared for, and it definitely affected him when she said she was out. See, James grew up never trusting anyone, never relying on anyone, and that’s sort of how he’s stayed - the man made of stone, unbreakable. And yet, so fragile and vulnerable. Maybe he has a tendency to be an asshole, to be a bit blunt, but deep down, he is a fairly nice guy. Such a smooth talker, he would’ve been a great lawyer some day, but that’s an impossible notion now.<br/><br/>Now, James is hooked up to every tube and contraption to help him breathe as he’s been transferred to another hospital in the terminal ward. There, he’s found friends, a family that he never had before, and yet, James is probably the most closed off and the least likely to ever open up. He’s sort of going with the flow right now, he’s in a good mood, still laughing and joking off with them, but he hasn’t truly opened up to any of them and he’s afraid to get attached. It would tear him apart to finally let someone in only to lose them. And that’s why he hasn’t allowed himself to really become close to the group, although he wishes he was as open as some of them.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Try every flavor of ice cream in Baskin Robbins</li> <li>Go sky diving</li> <li>Graffiti something. But not tacky graffiti. Something awesome.</li> <li>Walk across the great wall of China</li> <li>Change someone’s life for the better</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49130244755http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49130244755Sun, 28 Apr 2013 18:40:53 -0400rprpgroleplayoriginal rporiginal roleplayqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bdc2cfdfa880bb679d7fe435a42a58fa/tumblr_mlzfiilES51ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9d6555c56764dba623601b656b952d08/tumblr_mlzfiilES51ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong><strong>☆<big> J</big></strong></strong><big>ames <strong>T</strong></big><big>yler</big><strong><big> </big></strong>is <em>19</em><em> years old</em> and from<strong> <strong>Dallas, Texas.</strong> </strong>A lot of people tell him he looks like<big>Zayn Malik</big>. He has been diagnosed with<strong> <strong>Lung Cancer</strong> </strong>and has <em>11 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is<strong> <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</strong></p> <blockquote> <p><em>I’m not the kind of guy that writes down his feelings. Let me get that straight. I don’t like the kind of guys that write down all their feelings either, I mean, I may be confined to bed with a tube attached to my nose because my lungs are dying out, but I’m no pussy. I’ve still got twelve months left, it’s not the end of the world. Although I kind of wish it was and then I wouldn’t be the only one leaving it. Yeah, I do have feelings, don’t act so surprised. I don’t want to die, but there’s no fighting it anymore. I’ll just do what I can to be all cool with everything before I leave and all. It’s not like earth is so great anyway? Someone just came in to visit that Isabel girl. Kinda wish there was someone to visit me. I dunno. Never mind.<strong> <br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>James grew up in a quiet household. Just him and his mother after his father died in an accident, and his mother resorted to drinking. At age twelve, he was fending for himself and on his own, pretty much, even taking care of his mother. It was always James against the world and he learned fairly quickly that the world was tough and it wouldn’t go easy on him. So, he toughened up. He became known as an asshole, but he was popular, the party guy, the guy to go to for a good time, and boy was he good with the ladies. See? James was fine on his own, he never needed anybody. Shortly after James turned eighteen, his mother passed away as well, thanks to some serious blood alcohol poisoning, despite all of his attempts to get her to quit drinking. James swore from then on he wouldn’t drink anymore, because he watched how it ruined his mother. And not drinking probably increased his chances of a long life, right? But there was one thing that didn’t up his chances, and that was lung cancer.<br/><br/>He’d just graduated and he had a full football scholarship when the doctors appointment changed everything. Lung cancer - the deadliest type of cancer for both men and women, more deadly than all types of cancers behind. When James found out, his heart dropped. But deep inside, he’d sort of known that this was coming. He never had been able to imagine himself growing old, and now he never would. At first, James fought the disease, but it kept winning, and soon, he humbly accepted the inevitable. About the time that his long-time girlfriend broke up with him because ‘this was too hard on her’ and ‘she couldn’t take it’. She was the only person James had actually ever cared for, and it definitely affected him when she said she was out. See, James grew up never trusting anyone, never relying on anyone, and that’s sort of how he’s stayed - the man made of stone, unbreakable. And yet, so fragile and vulnerable. Maybe he has a tendency to be an asshole, to be a bit blunt, but deep down, he is a fairly nice guy. Such a smooth talker, he would’ve been a great lawyer some day, but that’s an impossible notion now.<br/><br/>Now, James is hooked up to every tube and contraption to help him breathe as he’s been transferred to another hospital in the terminal ward. There, he’s found friends, a family that he never had before, and yet, James is probably the most closed off and the least likely to ever open up. He’s sort of going with the flow right now, he’s in a good mood, still laughing and joking off with them, but he hasn’t truly opened up to any of them and he’s afraid to get attached. It would tear him apart to finally let someone in only to lose them. And that’s why he hasn’t allowed himself to really become close to the group, although he wishes he was as open as some of them.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Try every flavor of ice cream in Baskin Robbins</li> <li>Go sky diving</li> <li>Graffiti something. But not tacky graffiti. Something awesome.</li> <li>Walk across the great wall of China</li> <li>Change someone’s life for the better</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49128701893http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49128701893Sun, 28 Apr 2013 18:20:45 -0400rprpgroleplayroleplay gameroleplay groupqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bdc2cfdfa880bb679d7fe435a42a58fa/tumblr_mlzfi585m21ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e12122b0ec28d9b3077f297e33e9c980/tumblr_mlzfi585m21ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong><strong>☆<big> J</big></strong></strong><big>ames <strong>T</strong></big><big>yler</big><strong><big> </big></strong>is <em>19</em><em> years old</em> and from<strong> <strong>Dallas, Texas.</strong> </strong>A lot of people tell him he looks like<big>Zayn Malik</big>. He has been diagnosed with<strong> <strong>Lung Cancer</strong> </strong>and has <em>11 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is<strong> <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</strong></p> <blockquote> <p><em>I’m not the kind of guy that writes down his feelings. Let me get that straight. I don’t like the kind of guys that write down all their feelings either, I mean, I may be confined to bed with a tube attached to my nose because my lungs are dying out, but I’m no pussy. I’ve still got twelve months left, it’s not the end of the world. Although I kind of wish it was and then I wouldn’t be the only one leaving it. Yeah, I do have feelings, don’t act so surprised. I don’t want to die, but there’s no fighting it anymore. I’ll just do what I can to be all cool with everything before I leave and all. It’s not like earth is so great anyway? Someone just came in to visit that Isabel girl. Kinda wish there was someone to visit me. I dunno. Never mind.<strong> <br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>James grew up in a quiet household. Just him and his mother after his father died in an accident, and his mother resorted to drinking. At age twelve, he was fending for himself and on his own, pretty much, even taking care of his mother. It was always James against the world and he learned fairly quickly that the world was tough and it wouldn’t go easy on him. So, he toughened up. He became known as an asshole, but he was popular, the party guy, the guy to go to for a good time, and boy was he good with the ladies. See? James was fine on his own, he never needed anybody. Shortly after James turned eighteen, his mother passed away as well, thanks to some serious blood alcohol poisoning, despite all of his attempts to get her to quit drinking. James swore from then on he wouldn’t drink anymore, because he watched how it ruined his mother. And not drinking probably increased his chances of a long life, right? But there was one thing that didn’t up his chances, and that was lung cancer.<br/><br/>He’d just graduated and he had a full football scholarship when the doctors appointment changed everything. Lung cancer - the deadliest type of cancer for both men and women, more deadly than all types of cancers behind. When James found out, his heart dropped. But deep inside, he’d sort of known that this was coming. He never had been able to imagine himself growing old, and now he never would. At first, James fought the disease, but it kept winning, and soon, he humbly accepted the inevitable. About the time that his long-time girlfriend broke up with him because ‘this was too hard on her’ and ‘she couldn’t take it’. She was the only person James had actually ever cared for, and it definitely affected him when she said she was out. See, James grew up never trusting anyone, never relying on anyone, and that’s sort of how he’s stayed - the man made of stone, unbreakable. And yet, so fragile and vulnerable. Maybe he has a tendency to be an asshole, to be a bit blunt, but deep down, he is a fairly nice guy. Such a smooth talker, he would’ve been a great lawyer some day, but that’s an impossible notion now.<br/><br/>Now, James is hooked up to every tube and contraption to help him breathe as he’s been transferred to another hospital in the terminal ward. There, he’s found friends, a family that he never had before, and yet, James is probably the most closed off and the least likely to ever open up. He’s sort of going with the flow right now, he’s in a good mood, still laughing and joking off with them, but he hasn’t truly opened up to any of them and he’s afraid to get attached. It would tear him apart to finally let someone in only to lose them. And that’s why he hasn’t allowed himself to really become close to the group, although he wishes he was as open as some of them.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Try every flavor of ice cream in Baskin Robbins</li> <li>Go sky diving</li> <li>Graffiti something. But not tacky graffiti. Something awesome.</li> <li>Walk across the great wall of China</li> <li>Change someone’s life for the better</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49127278930http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49127278930Sun, 28 Apr 2013 18:02:23 -0400rprpgroleplayzayn malikzayn malik fcqueue<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mlzfgmc1lM1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mlzfgmc1lM1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mlzfgmc1lM1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mlzfgmc1lM1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49125569847http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49125569847Sun, 28 Apr 2013 17:40:45 -0400rprpgroleplaybio rpbio roleplayqueue<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mlzf6qBQoL1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9cfec7e475477bb6eac762d8df13bbdf/tumblr_mlzf6qBQoL1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49123955026http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49123955026Sun, 28 Apr 2013 17:20:47 -0400rprpgroleplayoriginal rporiginal roleplayqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mlzf6f7yI11ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/cee2dc203a298ba443e2aaaf45334677/tumblr_mlzf6f7yI11ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49122399278http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49122399278Sun, 28 Apr 2013 17:01:39 -0400rprpgroleplaycolton haynes fcroleplay gamequeue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mlzf57Wgqc1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e8bbe96636e7c6391e8d0a2a9da1fda6/tumblr_mlzf57Wgqc1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49120679513http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/49120679513Sun, 28 Apr 2013 16:40:45 -0400rprpgroleplaycolton haynesroleplay groupqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mlotapRdQL1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8e64568376f24f068ff444e4c52757df/tumblr_mlotapRdQL1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48665934392http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48665934392Mon, 22 Apr 2013 22:52:01 -0400rprpgroleplaycolton haynescolton haynes fc<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mllf13f5yi1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mllf13f5yi1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mllf13f5yi1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mllf13f5yi1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48506559084http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48506559084Sun, 21 Apr 2013 02:51:02 -0400rprpgroleplay<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2b1de5cc4bc2c8981995ded9c6784b1d/tumblr_mll6gjpkIZ1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/fb96c79be4af53748a6c46bcda0269b9/tumblr_mll6gjpkIZ1ran7e8o2_250.png"/><br/> <br/><p><strong>☆<big> D</big></strong><big>amien <strong>P</strong></big><big>rince </big>is <em>21 years old</em> and from <strong>Pheonix, Arizona.</strong> A lot of people tell him he looks like <big>Colton Haynes</big>. He has been diagnosed with <strong>Hemochromatosis (Liver Cancer)</strong> and has <em>10 months left.</em> Fortunately, he is <strong><big>o</big></strong><strong><big>pen</big></strong>.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>Waking up in the hospital is always kinda unreal or whatever. I mean, I’ve always been sorta different, and I’m not really a stranger to hospitals, but I always thought I’d get to grow old and have lots of little Damiens or something. Now, I can’t. But I can do something about this impending end, right? I mean, I don’t wanna be forgotten. I wanna be remembered. I don’t have to be Martin Luther King or George Washington, or anything like that. I just want something. Something to know that I’ve done good with what I’ve been given. How do you deal with pressure like that?<strong><br/></strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Damien was born with a blood disorder, called hemochromatosis. His grandmother had it, and now, so did Damien. His parents were young, and they loved their firstborn, but treatment would be expensive. They tried to get by on what little they could, despite the abnormal amount of iron that was in their son’s body. However, Damien grew up fairly normally despite regular visits to the hospital to regulate his blood iron level. Despite all these things that would drag him down, Damien grew up fairly handsome, and he gained an affinity for soccer, which wasn’t an easy sport. However, he was quick on his feet and with the proper treatments from the hospital, he was allowed to play and he was good at it. Soccer was the main sport in his high school, and he was quite popular as well, although he’d sat out a few games due to complications from his disorder. They had no idea of the complications to come. Damien was always much more brawn over brains, which surprised everyone given his disorder - he was a real fighter, an inspiration to many, and with that dazzling smile, what girl could resist? <br/><br/>However, disaster struck near the end of his junior year, headed to the championships. Doing his physical so he’d be permitted to play in the championship game, they discovered a tumor in his liver that they should have uncovered a long time ago. However, Damien was in the lucky 20%, and they managed to remove the cancer. But he could not play soccer that year, or the year after that. Being cancer-free is sort of funny, because many people who are cancer-free are often not really, and it turned out that Damien’s cancer had returned at full force, what his parents and Damien had feared most. This time, it was too late, and they couldn’t remove it, and they transferred him to another facility immediately. Ironically, they said he was lucky, and that due to his health and fighting nature, that he’d have more than the average life expectancy for someone in his condition, which would be about six months. He’d been given eleven, and he was determined not to waste any of them. Damien was always a good hearted and natured boy, even if he was very gullible and not exactly known as the ‘brightest crayon’. Alright, so maybe he’d been skating by in high school with a C average. But none of that mattered now. <br/><br/>In the terminal ward, he made new friends. The ones from his soccer team visited once, but most people didn’t visit often. They had their own lives aside from Damien’s, of course, and he wasn’t a top priority. Damien carried on, though, and he knew, he knew that the gift of a few extra months could be no accident. Damien knew he was meant to do something with these extra months and make a difference in the world, somehow. He wasn’t ‘stupid Damien’, or that dumb guy failing algebra, he was that guy with a few months left, who was determined to make a difference.</p> <blockquote> <p><em>What do you want to do before it’s all over?</em></p> <ul><li>Build a giant sandcastle</li> <li>Make a difference to someone or someone’s life</li> <li>Go on a safari in Africa</li> <li>Meet my other half (do those exist?)</li> <li>Get a cat</li> </ul></blockquote>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48495318919http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48495318919Sat, 20 Apr 2013 23:45:55 -0400rprpgroleplaycolton haynesroleplay group<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mlkjzcQDdn1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mlkjzcQDdn1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mlkjzcQDdn1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mlkjzcQDdn1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48460919465http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48460919465Sat, 20 Apr 2013 15:40:23 -0400rprpgroleplayroleplay gameroleplay group<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_mlbj2m2hwH1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_mlbj2m2hwH1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_mlbj2m2hwH1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_mlbj2m2hwH1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48072605052http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/48072605052Mon, 15 Apr 2013 18:42:22 -0400rprpgroleplay<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_ml7hniYtxH1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_ml7hniYtxH1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_ml7hniYtxH1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_ml7hniYtxH1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><pre>ACCEPTING TONIGHT!</pre> <blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <pre><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></pre>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47881463743http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47881463743Sat, 13 Apr 2013 14:21:17 -0400rprpgroleplay<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_ml5yprQf821ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_ml5yprQf821ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_ml5yprQf821ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_ml5yprQf821ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <p><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></p>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47833721831http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47833721831Fri, 12 Apr 2013 23:07:40 -0400rprpgroleplayoriginal rporiginal roleplayqueue<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/787d59feb2250b84dff6d5df600ee7d4/tumblr_ml5yp6iMgd1ran7e8o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/202b5695fb4607b2921b367f400fa79e/tumblr_ml5yp6iMgd1ran7e8o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d2c26a1bf021175219f70cbbcc473137/tumblr_ml5yp6iMgd1ran7e8o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84da819c1d0c1f5dc0c6bb710096657b/tumblr_ml5yp6iMgd1ran7e8o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><blockquote> <p><em>Do you have a list? <small>A list of things you want to do before you die? Do you have goals? Dreams? Plans? Well, what if all that changed? If you only had a year or less to do those things…could you get them all done? If you found out you only had a year left, your life might be quite different. Some people might give up, but oh, you - you want to go out with a bang. You don’t want to be forgotten, and you want your life to mean something.</small></em></p> </blockquote> <p><a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/plot">FULL PLOT</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/ask">ASK</a> - <a href="http://deadline-rp.tumblr.com/nav">NAV</a></p>http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47832324054http://deadlinepromos.tumblr.com/post/47832324054Fri, 12 Apr 2013 22:50:06 -0400rprpgroleplayroleplay gameroleplay groupqueue