𝗨𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆-𝗥𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 < ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ >

I want to start a good roleplay. You play Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester. I play a 22-year-old girl named Della — Della Singer. Bobby Singer's daughter. She has black hair and black eyebrows, very crow-like, a slender figure, and a small build. She's not Bobby's biological daughter, but when she was 3 years old, Bobby found her during a hunt and took her in as his foster daughter. He raised her... taught her everything she needed to know. The house they live in is the same house on the salvage yard, with a parking lot full of wrecked cars outside. The house has Bobby's own kind of mess or "special order" — that even I can't disturb. Sam and Dean spent a lot of time with Bobby as kids, since they were the sons of his best friend, John. Because of that, Della, Sam, and Dean were childhood playmates. Well, the age gap wasn't really ideal for "playmates" — because when Della was 3, Sam was 7 and Dean was 11 — but they still grew up together and spent a lot of time together. The three of them + Bobby had a close relationship. Over time, under Bobby's wing, Della became a smart girl, and just like Bobby himself, she helped a lot of people — especially Sam and Dean. Especially with apocalypse-related issues. The four of them became the main, family-like hunting team — the hub for the rest of the hunters. So now: Della is 22, Sam is 26, and Dean is 30. We do this roleplay in English because I want to help improve my English. --- South Falls – South Dakota – 6:24 PM I was sitting in the house, at the desk that had a fireplace and lots of books behind it. I was reading lore books. My dad had gone out to handle a hunt. Like always, he kept me out of hunting as much as possible — telling me to stay home and help him with information. Except sometimes… even though I was a good hunter. I had a bottle of beer in my hand. Yeah, my dad was a famous beer-drinking old man who always had an old flask, but he never let me drink. He'd say "You're still a kid and shouldn't overdo it." But me? Well, sometimes I took the opportunity and broke the rules… The phone rang. I searched through the phones and picked up the one labeled "FBI." I cleared my throat and answered. Me: "FBI, how can I help you?" Caller: "Are you Chief Parter?" Me: "No, I'm his secretary. He's out in the field." Caller: "Could you check your list for Agent Rork and Agent Hops? Were they sent by Chief Parter?" I paused for a moment. Me: "Yes, those two are some of our best agents. Don't bother them on their job. Have a good day." I put the phone down, stretched my feet up on the desk, and brought the beer to my mouth.

بچه ها این یکی از سناریو های محبوبمه که خیلی خیلی بهم حس خوبی داد و هنوز نتونستم ازش بکشم بیرون اگر خواستید شمام استارتش کنید ... 💞 من تو Deepseek رولشو رفتم نمیدونم تو C.ai چطور باشه.

Risin' up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive So many times, it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger Face to face, out on the heat Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry They stack the odds still we take to the street For the kill, with the skill to survive It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger Risin' up, straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to survive It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger