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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 21:32:21 GMT -5
Basically it's the apocalypse and animals are mutant - please write at least a paragraph lol. i'm too lazy to do a real front page yet but i promise i will when the semester is over and i got more time
also there was a nuclear war 5 years ago so that's why the stuff is happening (mutant animals, everything destroyed, etc)
just write a blurb about your OC's and i'll "officially add them" when i do the front page
just pls be literate
pls
ok that's all
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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 21:33:23 GMT -5
i am god
Characters:
- Mahtab - Dylan - Kamar
- Poppy - Pleasant
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Post by CrackedSkel on Apr 24, 2017 21:41:05 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - are shapeshifters allowed? - }}
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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 21:42:47 GMT -5
CrackedSkel not really, the mutants are pretty much just the animals to make them more dangerous, not the people 0:
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Post by CrackedSkel on Apr 24, 2017 21:44:26 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - seems fair ... Hmmm not sure who to use x3 gimme a moment. - }}
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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 21:48:29 GMT -5
CrackedSkel sounds good! i'll have a post up soon ))
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Transgender
Gojira
It feels like flying, but maybe we're dying ♫
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Post by Gojira on Apr 24, 2017 22:10:01 GMT -5
Poppy, for the life of her, could not figure out why there were three figures strolling casually in the middle of what she called "the wastes." She had been a wanderer from the point that the whole apocalypse thing started up until a few months ago, and she had settled down in the wastes because there were no monsters, no people. Just her in an abandoned, rotting, death-riddled good ol' American town. Life was tough and life was lonely out there, but it was as safe as life could come in the current state of the world. That was why the three people wandering around aimlessly looked so out of place and alarming. "God, they look like lost tourists bickering on if they should pull over and ask a local for help," she thought.
She crept out from the old gas station she lived in to peer at the sky above. Dark clouds were moving in quickly, swirling miles above her head as if being manipulated by some unseen phantom. She glanced back to the strangers. There was no [freaking] way those people knew where they were, or what was about to happen. She narrowed her amber eyes, weighing her options in her head. If she approached them, she could very well save their lives (an appealing thought) but they may also be hostile (a less appealing thought.)
Well, she had her ax at least. If they had guns she was screwed, but she felt competent enough in defending herself to make the decision. "Oi! You lot!" She yelled, darting out from under the covered gas pumps. "I reckon ye might want to consider not bein' out in the open like that, folks. Nasty stuff's a'comin'." She couldn't quite make out the details of the people, nor could she gauge their reaction- her eyesight was horrific, after all. She merely hoped the outcome would be favorable, and gripped the handle of her ax tighter.
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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 22:30:53 GMT -5
Dylan had been saying there was something "wrong" with the area they were in for the past half hour, that he could feel the sting of change in the air so thoroughly it gave him goosebumps and spiked the sparse hairs that were across his arms. Needless to say, both Kamar and Mahtab ignored him, not because his senses were off, but because they were especially heightened. Regardless of whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself, Dylan was more anxious than most, and in the apocalypse... There was a lot to be anxious about. Unless the redhead was pointing to an oncoming mutant bear or something, they tended to just tell him to calm down and take a sip of water (if they happened to have any at the time).
Kamar took up the lead, but only for the fact that the other two were currently following her. She was holding the largest pack out of them all, and her eyes were somewhat glazed over in exhaust - in the past one of the others would notice and request that they take a break, but it became a silent agreement that unless someone was spurting blood, you had to push past those things and keep walking.
"Someone's yelling something." Dylan whispered, turning his attention over to where Poppy was. "There's someone there. Holy [snap] we haven't seen anyone for days."
Mahtab stopped fully, her eyes round and alert at the figure. The person was yelling at them, for some unbeknownst reason, but ut was frantic enough to get her to pause and stare - as stated before, stopping during a walk was a rare occurrence.
Kamar glanced back at them, not slowing down, but looking a little quizzical - more at their interest than anything. "It's probably a trap. We've seen stuff like this before, better keep going."
"I hate people these days." Dylan scoffed, turning back to continue forward himself. "Born in the wrong generation. Ha."
Mahtab still held her ground and shook her head, trying to make out what the stranger was yelling about, though she was too far away to hear. She herself had a melee weapon too, a baseball bat with large rusted nails driven through the tip, red and stained from past fights; she herself had never killed another human before, but upon looking at the weapon, chances are other people coming across her wouldn't know it. "I'm going to check it out!" She insisted to Kamar, beginning to walk forward.
"What? Why!?" Kamar finally had stopped to turn around and face Mahtab, looking incredulous.
"Just have your gun ready, in case. As back up or something, she might need help." Before Kamar could argue, Mahtab continued to run down the slopping hills to where the stranger was yelling from, next to an old abandoned gas station. "Hey you! What's the matter!?" She called, an edge of defensiveness in her tone, as if asking: why in god's name are you wasting our precious time?
From afar Kamar grumbled, lay low, and took her rifle out from where it was hitched across her back.
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Post by "not" june on Apr 24, 2017 22:32:43 GMT -5
sorry it's so long - three characters is a lot to write D: ))
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Post by CrackedSkel on Apr 24, 2017 23:17:29 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - sorry for poofing
i've realised that I'm lacking on muse so my response will be less than quality
i' sorry D: Gimme a few moments. - }}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Apr 25, 2017 18:05:04 GMT -5
Lillian kicked the flattened tire of her car and growled in anger. She'd been traveling for sometime, ever since the whole desolation of what seemed like the whole entire earth. Her car had been a trusty hunk of junk the entire journey and now of all times, it decided to stop running. It had gas, she knew it had gas. Something else was obviously wrong and there was no fooling anyone, Lillian was no mechanic. Her wild ginger hair flew ungracefully about her face, making her look even angrier then she already was. Great, stuck in the middle of nowhere with no vehicle.
"Hey, maybe if you kick it harder, you'll hurt it's feelings and it'll start up again." A very flat and sarcastic voice came from inside the blue metal walls. Oh, and an obnoxious relative with a sense of humor that would make the Sahara Desert feel like an oasis. Lillian turned toward the door with her hands propped on her hips.
"Maybe if I come in there and kick you, you'll stop nursing that life endangering scratch from a blade of grass. And you'll get out here and be useful!" She said shortly.
"First off, you can't kick me while I'm in a car. Seco-"
"You wanna bet?" Lillian started toward the door. Moving faster then she'd ever actually seen him move, Sebastian was out of the car and standing a safe distance away waiting to help her. Lillian wasn't exactly sure how Sebastian was related to her, but she was sure it was by marriage, not blood. His hair was a dark black rather then her bright ginger and her average hazel out where out shined by his bright green ones. He also had the natural ability to tan (with blemish free skin) while Lillian on the other hand, only ever burnt and she was covered in freckles.
Sebastian cradled his dark leather satchel and looked at her with a rather bored expression.
"Why don't you just walk down to the gas station?" He said lazily.
"What gas station? Are you crazy there isn't anything for miles! And if there was a gas station I would-" She cut herself short as she followed Sebastian's arm with her eyes. To her surprise, there it was, it was dull colored and she really had to squint to make it out, but sure enough, it was there. Lillian crossed her arms and glared at Sebastian, the man had good eyes, non-the-less she was still angry with him.
"Your coming with me!" She called over her shoulder as she marched toward the gas station, "and don't leave that stupid hedgehog in my car! I don't car if the thing broke down, your little pet could go psycho any minute and it will not chew up my car." She said sternly.
Sebastian cuddled the satchel closer to his chest and shot a glare at Lillian's back. He'd had his pet hedgehog before this whole thing happened and despite the warnings that the thing would probably go mutant like other animals, he refused to let it go until it did. And he was determined to find a cure to save it. Lillian did not support his idea, but who needed support? He had the brains. Walking rather leisurely after her, Sebastian took a deep breath and tried to examine the gas station they were heading for from the distance.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Apr 25, 2017 18:34:12 GMT -5
》》 OOC 《《 This looks interesting. C:
Mind if I join?
》》 IC 《《
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Apr 26, 2017 9:07:49 GMT -5
Hi Shouts! I've got my two charries open if you want to roleplay
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