Hey there. My name is Tate Bowen. I'm a journalist for the New York Times.It's a pleasure to meet you, now what's your story?

((PLEASE NOTE: This character is in a wheelchair. Ergo, he cannot jump, skip, run, or walk. Please be aware of this when interacting with Tate))
Tate Bowen: Journalist Extraordinare

If anyone would like to roleplay with a sassy journalist with a love of sci-fi, please drop me an ask.

-I’d love to plot some new threads with you all. If anyone would be interested, please inbox me :) 

posted 3 months ago @ 10 May 2014 with 1 note

amourhainevin:

truthonwheels:

amourhainevin:

Ann…. Where did you find this? *makes a face*

"I don’t know, I just…sort of found 

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"Tate, I don’t know. I just…I just found it. I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

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Tate threw the photo down on the table, his eyes narrowing at it. He was at a loss for words, the tension in his body an informant of his mental condition. This was evidence of a terrible beating not taken by the police from the scene. He wasn’t in his chair in this picture, and all the police picture were with his chair restored to him.

"I don’t remember them taking pictures…" he muttered to himself.

reblogged 6 months ago @ 02 Feb 2014 with 5 notes via/source

amourhainevin:

Ann…. Where did you find this? *makes a face*

"I don’t know, I just…sort of found it?"

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"This is…. I got the shit kicked out of me in high school on the subway…. And this is…Seriously, where did this come from?"

reblogged 6 months ago @ 02 Feb 2014 with 5 notes via/source

askdannyjamesfenton:

Your muse finds mine like this:

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What is your muse’s reaction?

Ann…. Where did you find this? *makes a face*

reblogged 6 months ago @ 02 Feb 2014 with 16,381 notes via/source

kindledbyheart:

truthonwheels:

" Am I what?" he asked, hand automatically reaching into his pockets for tissues. When he discovered he had none, he took out his pocket square and handed it to her gently. He looked at her, completely understanding why they would attack her. Even in a drunken stupor, any man could have seen that she was quite beautiful. He was still very concerned for her health, knowing full well that any possible thing could have happened before he’d arrive. 

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"…Alright? I mean, are you, alright, after… That?" Joan asked, brushing stray curls from her face shakily as she stepped towards him, wiping her cheeks with her gloves as best she could and blinking her eyes, breathing, in some attempt to calm her pounding heart.

"Th-Thank you, by the way," She said quickly, letting a small but brief smile lace her lips, the cut on her lip and brow quite forgotten as she blinked away any further tears of fear, for she had nothing to be afraid of now.

"I don’t know what would have happened if-…" Her bottom lip had to start shaking then, because she knew exactly what would have happened if he hadn’t come along and showed them differently.

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Tate nodded, reassuring her that he was quite alright. He tucked his pocket square back into it’s place and rolled backward a little bit. ” Where do you live, Miss? I’d like to escort you safely there. I don’t trust the streets right now.”  

reblogged 11 months ago @ 26 Sep 2013 with 5 notes via/source

Anyone want a starter thread? Drabble? I’m working on replies in a bit and I know that I have some new followers I’d love to meet. Ask box always open <3

#ooc

I promise to return to you soon, but this week is going to be crazy for me. Rehearsals, and school and work and oh my god, when do I breathe? 

Love you all <3

posted 11 months ago @ 16 Sep 2013 with 1 note