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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 1:22:14 GMT -5
Connie gladly took the food, following the same course of action as with the water. Manners had gone out the window a long time ago, around the same time morality in the west did. About the same time she had first gotten a taste of human flesh.
Which, by the by, made listening into the conversation highly uncomfortable to her. It would have been comforting, otherwise, to simply sit back, close her eyes, and listen to the idle chatter. Because how long had it been since she had felt remotely normal, talking to people? Far too long, was the answer. But hearing everyone talk about their plans, about how they weren't hostile. Could she really make any such claims when her usual course of action when meeting others was to consume them? To take them into her body, break them down into little chemical bits, and for her body to absorb the nutrients and create energy from that. It was terrifying, when she bothered to think about it. You can imagine why perhaps she would avoid it.
So instead Constance stayed quiet, keeping her head lowered and hat tipped down to shadow her face as she listened and observed without interference. It was only once the others began to make plans for travel and scavenging did she pipe up. Not without first beginning with a heavy, weary, sigh. "I don't have any idea where I'm headed. The last few times I lived in settlements, I got run out. Maybe I was too far East, I don't know..." She shook her head, swallowing a lump in her throat and suppressing the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I just walk now. Keep walking until I die." Glancing towards the rain, drawn by the calming sound, she frowned slightly, nodding towards Emma and glancing back towards Jason. "She okay?"
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 1:26:03 GMT -5
[ I so happy you is here n postin]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 1:35:05 GMT -5
[ the dot has arrived ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 1:39:28 GMT -5
(The reply I'm working on might be my last for the night. I need to start getting in the habit of sleeping earlier cause school)
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 1:57:30 GMT -5
Jason looked up at Connie before glancing at Emma who was away from anyone staring off into the rain. The fact she wasn't reacting to Connie's words meant she was blocking everything out like she usually did when it rained. "Yeah, rain brings up some things," he told her. It was always the same when it rained. Emma was still held up over their parent's death. Maybe it was because when they died, Emma couldn't help but look unlike Jason. He clenched his jaw and looked away from his sister as memories of that rainy day popped into his mind for a moment. "She'll be fine," he said a bit quieter this time as if his uncertainty of that fact grew stronger and more apparent. A scowl appeared on his face as he took note of the uncertain tone of his voice. He was supposed to be the strong one. Looking back at Emma, he caught her eye before she returned her gaze to the rain, lifting the goggles around her neck off so that she could put up her hood, securing the goggles on the top of her head to keep the hood in place. Each twin had their favorite article of clothing. For Jason, it was the jacket that he wore so much the hem of the sleeves were worn out and the pockets got holes so often Emma learned how to sew to fix them. On the other hand, Emma treasured her goggles. When she wanted to focus she would put them over her eyes as if that would help.
There was a frown on Jason's face as he thought. He thought about Emma and what they were going to do when they finally got to Fort Kilo. What if there was nothing there? What if this whole trip was for nothing? They would have just put themselves through hell just to end up with nothing to show for it. The idea troubled him and made him squirm a bit. God forbid something happen to them, to Emma, when they got there. Knowing that Emma might not be cut out for the journey was ever present in his mind and Jason wondered if he was pushing his baby twin. It was Emma's idea to go to Fort Kilo though so it was on her. No, he shouldn't think like that. Jason was about halfway done with the bottles when he felt like he was going to pass out. "Hey, sis," Jason called out earning a little head turn from Emma. "I'm going to take a nap so if you need anything just take it." Jason turned to the others and thought for a moment before adding, "If any of you need rations or anything from our first aid kit, just ask Emma and she'll help you. Got that, Emma?" When she lifted her hand to signal she heard him, Jason smiled as he used his jacket for a pillow. Soon he fell fast asleep as Emma watched the rain fall.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 2:13:42 GMT -5
[ I only punish myself for writing this much tbh ]
Jaime felt terrible now. Sure he had been working on controlling his hot temperament, but it all felt wasted just because he blew up on someone who was just trying to make his stand, to show he wasn't afraid to save that one girl from anything, any one of them. "You know, I don't blame you for threatening us. If anything, I'm not exactly a saint, so I wouldn't blame you. The world is pretty nasty today, or at least, what I've heard about it so far,"he said, at first sheepishly, then seriously, almost in a melancholy tone. Deciding he was only doing more damage peeling the still slick scales from his arms, Jaime stopped, and awkwardly scratched as his neck, or run his fingers through the strip of messy dark brown, un-kept Mohawk. He fell quiet, sitting still, slouched over and only listening now to those around him, and the ever lasting storm. Why did he suddenly feel that he did not want the storm to pass too soon. It was only when Armise tossed a roll of bandages towards him, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he had lost himself in. Gently picking up the bandages, Jaime looked back up at the man wearing the well-known army jacket and dangerous rifle, and with curious green eyes, he gave a very twisted, but gentle and appreciative smile. "Yup, 29, almost hitting the big oh three,"he said with a small laugh, but there was no mirth in it. Jaime made quick use of the bandages, wrapping both his arms up to his shoulders until there was no more of that roll, and decided these people didn't need to see his bleeding chest and back. Quickly, Jaime painfully put the ruined tank top back on, sighing as he reached for his pilot jacket to also put back on, even though he hadn't stopped bleeding or molting yet. "But uh... scavengers too, huh? I uh.. do a bit myself, though, half the times, not exactly fair or legal,"Jaime confessed with a sheepish grin, and picking up his gas mask, added, "This was more like borrowing without thinking of returning it, and I do stretch the word borrowing." His smile had vanished after that, the look of guilt flashed over his visage before becoming completely neutral, green eyes dulling as he put the mask into the dusty pack of his. He stayed silent as he listened to the one named Connie finally pipe up, and couldn't help as he eyed her, studied her, that his gut feeling was that she is still something of a threat, but he decided to keep that feeling to himself indefinitely. The way she spoke of dying, though, as if it was just an inevitable commence to slow or fast coming end, caused Jaime to frown gently as he silently moved his jacket on, and making a grab for his pack and rusty machete, tiredly stood up for a good old stretched. He now only stared, making sure to burn each of their faces, fuzzy or not, into his mind because, hey, they aren't enemies right now, I can imagine them and think these people could be allies, but he knew better. Jaime wasn't going to eagerly offer up his dirty, helping hands for scavenging though. He wasn't one of them, it was obvious. He wasn't going to try and become something he was long ago kicked out of, branded an animal, a monster with no soul or humanity attached. He needed to accept it, fully and wholeheartedly, because if not, living only hurt more than the painful sensation of scales ripping through his flesh or the detachment of his jaw, the way his facial scars made him want to cry out at how badly they hurt him sometimes. God, did he sound like a whiny, angst-y emo child inside his head right now. He gently reached up and followed the uneven patterns of the right side of his face, the scar tissue, the rigid and torn area of where part of his lips use to be; he needed to chill. "I have to admit, besides our social interaction can be reduced to being forced to share the same shelter, I find it pretty amusing, possibly even nice,"Jaime said honestly, positively, as he slipped his machete onto his back. "Almost makes me wanna tear up knowing we'll all most likely be going our own ways by the time the storm passes." Even though the brat of a girl was concerning for mostly all of them in a strange way, she seemed to be doing fine, and that was a lot considering doing fine meant not dead and being left for scavengers of either the animal or human kind. "Well, uh, if anybody needs me for, I don't know, I'll be over by the entrance for a bit,"Jaime suddenly said as the air grew awkward for him, turning and walking over by the crumbled entrance to the building almost everyone entered into, and plopped himself back down. Crossing his legs, and trying to ignore the uncomfortable wet patches near the entrance, Jaime just stared off into the fowl weather outside, watching the dirty rain fall in sheets across all the ruins surrounding them. Finally at that moment, separating himself, Jaime felt utterly alone again.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 2:30:35 GMT -5
name: Michael "Mikey" age: 25 gender: Male (he/him) description/personality: A fairly tall being standing at around 5'9-5'10, and he has more of a dirty blond hair colour that falls over his forehead in more of a fringe than much anything else, and more hair flowing down right in front of his ears to his rather sharp jawline. He is very thin, often considered a stick, but does have a lot of wiry muscle that goes unseen below his lightly tanned skin. Warm greeny-hazel eyes reside behind white and black rimmed glasses. Yeah. Glasses in the apocalypse. He does take very very good care of them however, and only have a couple scratches and dings that normally go unnoticed by the others. But, his skin is not the same. Under his clothing he is hiding some things from his turmoil of a past, like a guresome scar that runs from the right base of his neck, down his right side, and ends at his right hip that is normally covered up by clothing. That scar was from a fight he doesn't remember much of, but knew that he escaped barely from the wrath of the other. He has a couple other scars, including a small one on the back of his left hand (from when he fell out of a tree and cut himself on a rock when he was young), and a faded one running up his left forearm as well, from another fight. His attire usually consists of some random shirt, black jeans if he can find any (normally he goes with whatever, but he prefers jeans), heavy black combat boots, a black motorcycle jacket, a grey-black beanie, and a dirtied red scarf. Some of his clothing have messily cut holes for his wings to poke out of, but most of it he either hasn't gotten around to doing it or he can't bring himself to do it to his most beloved items of clothing, such as his motorcycle jacket. He doesnt have one set personality, but due to his history, he doesn't really know how other people work from the years on his own, so he can seem cruel and mean at times. But most of the time he can be sweet and kind. He is kind of quiet however, not speaking as much as the others as he doesn't really find a need to. He can communicate his point across with gestures, but knows that most of the time people don't know what the hell he's trying to say so he usually ends up shaking his head and switching to voice anyways. He speaks with a deeper voice than normally expected out of him, and with an accent that eerily sounds like a thick present day New Jersey accent. Although, he does sometimes have a short temper, and is stubborn. He finds himself growling sometimes like a wolf, and does scratch at his ear and head like a dog and can eat raw meat like a wolf. But, when the darker side of him shows, he is violent and very dangerous. He aquires a sick and almost sadistic personality of his and sly tone of voice, his eyes seemingly glowing with a thirst for blood. He does carry a knife on him in a black sheath on his hip for safety's sake, but tries to refrain from using it for fear of losing himself in the blood that will definitely ensue. mutations: Stage one, he is a black wolf and a raven, with small black feathery wings that usually stay under his clothing that seem to grow more and more every day, his nails are starting to form into sharp claws, and black furry ears poking out of his hair. He sometimes has golden yellow eyes, and even rarer completely black eyes from his raven, but that only happens when intense emotions are hashing it out inside of him. He has wolf senses, included heightened vision and smell, and can run faster and for longer than a normal human. He seems to have the ability to control emotions, but Mikey denies this. origin: He is from a more rural area of New America, and he does faintly remember his brother and his parents. They lived in an abandoned cabin near a stream and mountains, and... that's all he can really remember. He doesnt even remember his last name! His memory went blurry for most of his life, after around the age of six when tragedy struck and an absolutely insane stage two mutation barged right into the family home and murdered his mother and his brother. Mikey went mostly numb after that, making sure he didn't remember most of what he did. The first memory he can remember not being the blurry whiteness of most of the others is meeting the team for the first time. other: doesn't really know what his sexuality is, and doesn't seem to care anyways. sn: Thistlehawk/petewentztheemogod (Holy geesus that took forever) (I almost died trying to find a good picture for him he is adorable asf ugh) (Also if you recognize this guy all I have to say is...) (oops)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 2:48:10 GMT -5
[ :^) ]
Something familiar flickered in Armise's mind hearing the group's struggles, their aimlessness. He was already mentally chastising himself for wanting to offer help to all of them, because frankly he wasn't sure if he could even lead a group anymore, but just look at em! They were practically half dead, and he knew his way around this area, at least for the most part. Muscle memory was as good as anything. "I can take us to Fort Kilo, for whoever's willing. There are two more outposts on the way we can pick off," he offered, breath coming out in cold puffs, highlighting his clumsy grin. Would it be okay? Would they even want to go anywhere with him? Oh boy. As much as it felt like he was filling in ghosts in his life, he had to admit it could be fun, fun and good for him. Now how to be encouraging...
He raised a finger and pointed it at Connie with extra emphasis, tilting his head. "You're coming, too. Wandering's gonna kill ya," he insisted, which was ever so slightly hypocritical, but she had more to live for, he was certain. Glancing over at Jaime, he raised an eyebrow. "There's no law in the wasteland. They say when Fort Oscar went, it took the West with it. Breaking the law while scavenging should be the least of your problems." With a tiny, weird sort of curt laugh that sounded very unnatural on his lips, Armise waved a hand. "Really, no one out here will judge you for taking what you need, that is, as long as it's not off of someone living."
He could only imagine what some of them had to do to get here, though. God only knew what he'd done, or what'd he do in their shoes, which were likely not so different from his own.
Shooting a brief glance at Jason and Emma, just to make sure they weren't about to croak before his eyes, he dried his damp hands on his jacket and sucked in another breath, sparing a brief look at Jaime as he made for the entrance. Couldn't blame the guy, the air was as thick as smoke with awkwardness. It was kind of funny. He liked them all so far, even if he was awkwardly balancing in favor with a few of them. He wanted to get to know them, know their stories, where they were from, what they wanted to be. It felt just a bit like after a long time he might be doing something even remotely right. Plus, he knew allll the wasteland gossip.
Like, that one time where - BEEP BEEP
...where- BEEP BEEP
Oh crap.
The sound of the rain seemed to be swallowed whole by the alarm, his eyes snapping wide in response. Adrenaline shot through him so fast that everything was quiet for a good minute before the beeping dragged him back and he scrambled for his bag. No no no no-
He fished out a small, square shaped device with heavy-gripped edges and a small stick of an antenna poking from the top. The screen on it was dull and green, but a cluster of bright white dots littered the display. "Belladonna," he breathed.
Within seconds he tucked the tracker under his arm and got to his feet with an alarming amount of speed, marching over towards Jaime and grabbing him by the back of his jacket. "Get away from the entrance," he hissed, pulling him back towards cover, shooting a look over his shoulder at the others. "Get to cover."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 2:49:34 GMT -5
[ ay looks fine. welcome to the party, my guy ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 2:51:50 GMT -5
(*dances* dis a gud partyy m88)
(I might be on for a lil bit more, it's kinda late here, but in the meantime, anywhere I could carefully and gently set down my child?)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 2:53:06 GMT -5
[ everyone's taking shelter from some bad weather if u wanna get in on that, tho some stuff is about to go down. also, there are people with other characters who might start up another thing if u wanna wait for that. im boutta sleep tho ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 2:55:34 GMT -5
(Eh, I'll probably wait until stuff clears up so it's easier on mostly everybody, I don't really know what's happening but tomorrow I'll look through replies)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 2:56:37 GMT -5
[ Hola dude ah and the action starts and poor Jason barely shut his peepers, stuff is about to get fun ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 2:59:10 GMT -5
(Poor jason)
(He was only a small child of fall out boy)
(NOBODY WILL GET THIS JOKE STOP THIS )
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 3:00:26 GMT -5
[ aight man take ur time ]
[ SORRY JASON MY GUY UR GONNA HAVE TO SLEEP ANOTHER TIME nasty times ahead for the squad ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 3:01:02 GMT -5
[ The puns and jokes is strong in this one ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:02:02 GMT -5
(Interviewer: What's your name?)
(Pete: Jason)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:03:05 GMT -5
(It was an old fall out boy interview where Pete said his name was Jason and the whole time the Interviewer thought his name was Jason it was hilarious but I'm gonna stop now before I annoy more people)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 3:05:46 GMT -5
[ Ain't annoying dude, I'm a fall out boy fan, but sadly not hardcore enough, and I would of never known Pete did that too someone talk about amazing
Also deciding whether to write my last post right now for tonight or do it early in the morn HM]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 3:07:08 GMT -5
[ pete the og troll. and ay whatever u wanna do, i am gonna sleep now tho so ill take a look at everything in the morning gl kids ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:07:11 GMT -5
(I have found my people I feel welcomed)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:08:26 GMT -5
(Ok wat)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 3:09:17 GMT -5
[ SOMEONE HAS DONE SOMETHING ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:10:25 GMT -5
(DAMN IT MODS *shakes fist*)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:10:52 GMT -5
(Family)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 3:11:01 GMT -5
[ WHAT WHAT' GOING ON ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:11:08 GMT -5
(waT IS THIS)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 3:11:54 GMT -5
[ ARE WE HALLUCINATING ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:12:25 GMT -5
(OH GOD)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 3:13:59 GMT -5
(The mods are just screwing with us oh my god epic troll)
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