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"..How about- your place?" Smooth, Bernard. At least he said this with a reciprocating smirk.

"Uh." He's homeless.

[Okie dokie, done. Mainly just inactive accounts and people I don't interact with. If I unfollowed you and you want to RP with Bernie, let me know

[I think I should clear my following list a bit just so I'm uh, following active accounts and people I actually interact with.

"Wh– what way, then?" Bernard huffed as he hopped back to grab onto the ladder, ascending to the top of the train car. He peeked over to see if she was there...

"Oh, come on. Bitte?" This man is so excited and– The train engine starts, just ahead. It begins with a slow churn, then the quick screech of the brakes being lifted. "I promise you will be fine." Puppy eyes. Though, now he just looks pitiful.

"Hey, [READER]," Extending his hand, in between two cargo cars of a train. "Come on! It will just be a short trip. I do this all of the time– I'm a natural. Trust me." He looks naturally happy, in his element and whatnot.

Oh lonesome me! #MVRP #JOJORP #WESTERNRP #JJBARP

It was all he ate while in France. Finest bread he's ever had.

"Was ist Minecraft?"

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕

[..i have no idea how to rp without replying/quoting each other's posts.. forgive me 😔

"..um. I beg to differ." He has met so many lizard/dragon/scale-like people.

"So many dragons... Jeez."

ㅤ Come begin the game of revolution with me, 𝐅𝐔𝐗𝐈. If you wish to 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, then do so. And then, we will be the only two left again... ― READ ALT TEXT. ― ACCOUNT DETAILS BELOW. ㅤ

"Psh. Hm. No, that comes later, usually I scream in hour intervals." He replies, adding onto the joke again. Seeing him leave, or so he thought, he easily slides off his pants and– "Oh- sheiße, uh." Covering up his legs with the blanket, "Yeah, don't worry. I will." Awkward. For Bernie, at least.

Usually, it depends on the person. If he's in a good mood? A solid 8.

Bernard is busy looking out at the water, blinking periodically and yawning once– until he hears the whimper, obviously. Then he looks over at Keith, peering over to look at the phone, "Hm? Was– what is wrong?" The fishing rod is set aside, attention now solely on his friend and whatever fish -

"You uh. You look a little melted."

"Mmh. Okay. I'll humor you." He tries to lighten the mood with this, "Only 'cause y'er cute." This is said with a cliche American accent for some reason. Must be from some movie or something. He raises a bit, stepping a little closer to the water. Then he reels his arms back, preparing to cast -

Strange, indeed. The music is... Unsettling and a little stressful, but nothing he can't handle. Besides. He assumes it's Keith's attempt at calming him and whatnot, so he sticks with it. "I have uh. Never fished before." He admits as he hesitantly takes the rod in his hands, handling it like it -

#SeductiveSunday " 𝐌𝐦𝐩𝐡.. 𝐖𝐚𝐬? " 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 (𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊) 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 [𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁] 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍- 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝! " 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-" 𝚢𝚊𝚠𝚗 "-𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭? "

"There is not much to talk about." His German accent is thick when he says this, making him sound flat and quick to deny any trace of needing help. Yet, he almost immediately joins Keith on the bench. Looking at the fishing pole for a second, then clarifying: "You... Wait. You want to fish or -

"Maybe I don't need love. Just some good friends. Or... Something cheesy wie dass."

"Oh. Weird. I was looking forward to being shot in the head." A dry joke. Shitty one at that. "So... Am I hired, or something? I remember signing those contracts– then fighting you in the gym. So, do we have to do all of that again?" He reaches out, slowly, to pet behind the kitty's ears.

"What?!" Bernard stands now, looking at the werewolf with dangerous and pleading eyes, like a cornered animal– only, it's a man with cereal. He keeps glancing to the cashier who eyes them, still dealing with the customer.

"Please." He says after taking a drag from the cigarette. Letting it linger in his throat, in his lungs, the alveoli pleading in protest. Then a messy, ruffled smoke ring spins out of his mouth towards Mellow. And a smirk. He's more attentive now.

"Wie... How do you accidentally do that?"

He's startled, just briefly, though. There's a pause before he responds, and he already knows it's Keith just because of the grumble and the signing. "Ja. I am fine." It's horribly forced– one of those things where you bait people to ask what's wrong just so you know they care. A meek and pitiful -

The 'man' part of him was about to yell out 'the fuck do you know about me!?', but he knew that this guy was right. Besides, it would be pretty weird to immediately question the help that this guy just gave him... After he told him not to do that. "O-oh. Um." The German is taken back- aside from -

He hasn't smelled the 'wet dog's smell in a long time. It's almost a bit nostalgic to smell it again so... Why not.

...Oh! Well. Maybe? Hopefully not STINKY smelly...

[I'm back. 😼

Depends on what path life leads for him. (That's just him saying: how much self control I have) Heroin, men, money, parties. Or. Serenity, a house by a lake, a family, birds.

"how do I heart a status..?" Fourth wall- fourth wall- uh oh!

Oh shit— That spooked him, drew a dainty "wuahhhah!" from him. How embarrassing. Before he can reply, the strange... Knight guy walked off. This, thought Bernie, is someone who I can be around in order to not be lonely. Which, arguably, is literally anyone. "Um– wait! Do I um, know you?" It -

"Why? Worried I will have nightmares?" A little smirk. He cracks himself up with his dumbass remarks. "Joking– uh. Well. Goodnight, Roman. I will see you in the morning. Or, erm, 20 to 30 minutes, if I am not asleep by then." He stands off the foot of the bed to hobble over to the right -

"That was cool. Wasn't it?" He snickers goofily with the cigarette hanging limp from the side of his mouth.

"What— no. I meant... the collar."

"I've already taken lives before." Lives. Plural. But Bernard clearly doesn't want to elaborate. Those are in the past and, he'd rather it stay that way. "I know all of the things that your job entails– and obviously I would be willing to do what needs to be done if there is money promised. Just -

That would be nice. He's out by a lake– which tends to be usual for him, when he is sad. Large bodies of water seem to soothe him. They seem to quell the onslaught of fear and hopelessness.

He COULD use a hug.

Opium in his system. He remembers thinking: 'maybe I'll stop, this is bad for me'. But then the withdrawal. The lack of support. God can't provide him a reason to stop, so he doesn't go to church. Parties are more fun anyways. In his drug ridden state, he directs himself on another set of -

We really wanted to introduce you to Vanilla. She has the daintiest handshake we've ever witnessed. 14/10 (IG: bordercollievanilla)

[Not a lot (I think it's just me and maybe one other dude but he hasn't been on in months) of writers. And besides, most of outlast is pretty gnarly human experiment gore stuff. Albeit, I'm in it more for the story but. Y'know. The gore is unavoidable.