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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 0:52:57 GMT -5
Wylie raised an eyebrow at Alair's response, and found himself laughing a hyena-like laugh at the other man. "You're the one who's numb, mein Fruend," he replied. He crossed his arms and fixed Alair with a rather icy stare, the humorous demeanor from only a few moments prior gone completely. He had suspected that Alair had been... freshly deposited into the Wastewoods (after all nobody would go prancing off into the woods alone) and his words had only confirmed this.
"I get it, I get it. You're new here, you don't know whats going on yet. Welcome to the Wastewoods. I've been here awhile. Now like I said, feel free to wander off. If you don't get eaten, you'll find yourself right back here eventually." He didn't answer the question of who he was, as he felt like such things were useless in the Wastewoods. It didn't matter who you were, just that you were there and that you were trying to survive.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 0:53:29 GMT -5
(( ayyy maple! glad you're here :} ))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 0:55:58 GMT -5
[ a battle of edgy decisions. but, i'll make that decision tomorrow cuz its late af rip me. also heyo! ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 0:59:53 GMT -5
(( aihfdklfhdf aight, i look forward to seeing who u end up with ))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 1:20:01 GMT -5
sounds good blue! are you on eastern?? go to bed omg ))
Alair stared at Wylie incredulously, about to snap at him and say something rash, when he quickly thought better of himself. One of the few times his self-preservation had actually managed to kick in on time, it occurred vaguely to him that this man he spoke to could be dangerous. His frown was still there, though it had softened in comparison to his earlier glare, and his eyes still trailed about the stranger, trying to gather any specific reason for him to definitely stay or go. On one hand his words could be a sort of trap, after all who actually listened to a man with an unnerving, grinning mask on? On the other hand if something were out there to eat him, as absurd as it sounded, he'd literally be walking into the belly of the beast.
"Alright... So..." Something crunched from behind him, and he jumped, turning around quickly to confront whatever it was. Nothing. The wind had overturned a leaf. Alair put his attention on Wylie again, looking more snappish again after the false startle. "Fine. What do I do now then? And can I-" He faltered, "can I at least know your name?" The last question was almost a sort of quiet admittance to a humanity he was trying to push back in favor of appearing able. Of course, Alair didn't look this anyway. He was short, and hopelessly bony in a way so that his thick turtleneck and scarf clung rather bulkily against his sunken frame. He looked sharp and youthful despite, with black hair that was just a little too shaggy to have kept up with looks, and betrayed the fact that he couldn't have been any older than some twenty-something year old kid.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 1:30:19 GMT -5
"It's Wylie," he replied, with a small tip of his hat- as if being formal actually mattered. "And you? If you're going to insist on names, I might as well know yours too." Wylie turned away from Alair and started strolling back to the clearing with the Wastewoods sign where everyone else seemed to be gathered, not bothering to make sure the new addition was following behind him or not.
"As for what to do now, the rest of us were just talking about that. I think a vote is in order, personally. We can either stay here near the sign until night falls and recedes, which would ensure we weren't caught in the dark. You can't tell when night's coming here, or how long it will last- if you're wondering why that matters. Or we can wander off as a group and try to find food and shelter, which are very much needed but as I said we risk being out there in the dark. Whatever we do we're sticking together, there's safety in numbers and those... things that are out there are less likely to come for us if there's a lot of us."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 1:38:20 GMT -5
[ im on central, which really isnt much better lol okay FINE goodnight kids ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 1:55:40 GMT -5
Alair did follow, a sort of jump in his step as he hurried after Wylie, though his attention was on anything but. He narrowed his eyes at the sky, noticing that the exact time of day was impossible to tell, and that no birds clung to even a single of the woods' branches. What the hell? He stopped abruptly once Wylie did as well, nearly colliding with the other man as they had made their way back to the sign. He was quiet for a few moments, staring at the words carved into it. Something in him fell, as if he knew somehow he genuinely wasn't ever going to get out. The feeling that followed was a great exhaustion, that genuinely, the slav was feeling too tired to even want to fight for survival. He wanted something more- whatever came before... This. There was something, wasn't there?
The sudden hopelessness that ceased him was fairly apparent in his voice, as he didn't even try to mask it this time around. "Alair." He answered, pursing his lips and frowning, still studying the sign's letters. Who had written them? Was this some sick game, or was it someone like them, who had decided to put a name on the face of hell? Wastewoods. Fitting? He turned to Wylie, curling his arms closer into himself as though the air was chilly; in reality now it was not, muggy if anything, though Alair held with him a chronic sort of fever and that became quite apparent with the groggy look he cast toward Wylie. "Well, whatever. I don't care. I'm going to be napping, yeah? Wake me when your debate is over, or it's night or," he waved his hand around, "or whatever you do." With that, Alair headed toward one of the very nearby trees, still plenty close to the group as he wasn't comfortable with leaving them quite yet. In fact, Alair hadn't felt like napping at all- he was emotionally drained and physically quite fatigued, but in no way did he think the forest he was stuck in exactly invited a good rest. It simply wouldn't come. Still, he needed to sit, feeling quite weak.
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Post by maple on Jul 31, 2016 10:50:27 GMT -5
[ hey sorry i had a rather stressful and terrifying night yesterday (aka not a good idea to get into your soccer coaches son's car and 15 other teenage girls with not enough seat belts while trying to find an ice cream place at 10:00 ) anyway, what exactly is going on that I've missed ? ]
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Post by Rosestar on Jul 31, 2016 11:31:20 GMT -5
(Looks like a vote is about to happen, other than that not much else has gone down.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 13:12:42 GMT -5
(( wow that does sound scary, glad you're ok?
and ye there's going to be a vote, feel free to jump back in with your characters whenever. other than that nothing has happened ))
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Post by Brindleface on Jul 31, 2016 13:40:20 GMT -5
(Hello! Where do you think I could jump in? I believe my character was talking with Tristan, but I have no idea what our last posts were...)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 13:46:48 GMT -5
(( here was your last post if that helps, brindle:
"Erika's face fell slightly, the last bit of hope leaving her eyes. "Oh...I had just assumed I'd fallen...hit my head or something..." she said, now even more puzzled. "You mean you don't remember anything? What's your name?" she asked. It seemed odd that they would all lose their memories here. Erika was quite rational, but also wouldn't rule out the impossible. Poison gas? Earthquake? What could cause all of them to pass out and forget everything like that? She hated how scared she probably looked, but despite her best efforts couldn't help thinking the worst."
aaaand here was the maple's tristan reply:
"Honestly, Tristan had no reason not to believe that they'd all fallen and hit their heads. After all, how weirder could it get? Of course, his memories weren't completely gone. He remembered who he was, and basic facts about himself that were pretty useless at the moment. Such as the fact that he loved dill pickles but he hated sweet ones? Or that he had a dog named Charlie who was a chocolate lab. Other than that and a few minor things, most everything else was just a haze of faces and names. It was as if his brain wasn't capable of categorizing them properly into actual solid people and providing what their relationship had been with him.
"No. I think we're all in the same boat." He sighed whilst running a hand through his tousled dark hair. "It's Tristan. Your's?" He studied the girl for a moment, neither suspicious nor trusting. His intuition told him that "trust" was not something you should hand out willingly in the Wastewoods." ))
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Post by Brindleface on Jul 31, 2016 13:58:06 GMT -5
(XD here I am thinking that the old forums have already closed. I'll type up a reply.)
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Post by Rosestar on Jul 31, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -5
(I'm not sure if I should keep Al frozen for Falcon or not XD)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 14:05:27 GMT -5
(( if you want to rp, go ahead and unfreeze Al i think. I haven't seen falcon around, but if they make it back here it wouldn't be too hard to get their characters back in ))
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Post by Brindleface on Jul 31, 2016 14:06:25 GMT -5
"Um...Erika." Erika said slowly, realizing that she remembered that, among a few other things about her life. "So, should we try and find our way out of here, or...camp?" In Erika's rational mind she though someone would eventually find them, whether a search party or not, but something in a different part of her mind wouldn't let her shrug off the thought that this place wasn't anything rational. Looking down at herself, she saw that she had no food or shelter, and her only weapon was her small pocket knife. "I can make a lean-to, I think..." She said quietly, though didn't know if it was safe to bring up the idea of her and these strangers staying together. She still thought it was possible that he was pretending, but something in Tristan's face told her that he wasn't.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 14:09:31 GMT -5
(( @sara;; sweet, enjoy ur road trip! also YESSS give me quiet, my good son... ))
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Post by paradox on Jul 31, 2016 14:12:23 GMT -5
{ oml i cannot figure out these new(old?) forum layout; what even happened to my post?? rip }
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Post by Rosestar on Jul 31, 2016 14:12:53 GMT -5
(( if you want to rp, go ahead and unfreeze Al i think. I haven't seen falcon around, but if they make it back here it wouldn't be too hard to get their characters back in )) (Alright, good point, thanks! Time to find a place for Al to jump in XD) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 14:14:29 GMT -5
{ oml i cannot figure out these new(old?) forum layout; what even happened to my post?? rip } (( it's in the shadow realm now )) |
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Post by paradox on Jul 31, 2016 14:50:05 GMT -5
{ i'm gonna fight the shadow realm }
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 15:57:09 GMT -5
Wylie ignored Alair, finding it difficult to believe that someone could go take a nap after waking up in a mysterious forest with no memories. There seemed to be a fairly diverse group of people gathered, which he figured was a good thing. People from different backgrounds would have different skills (if they could remember them, that is) and a variety of skills meant a higher chance of survival in the Wastewoods.
Clearing his throat, he clapped his hands in the hopes of gaining the attention of the others. "If any of you have some kind of grand master plan, now is the time to reveal it. If any of you know what's going on here, or why we're here in the first place, divulge your secrets. I'm not in the mood for subterfuge and ruses today, and I don't think anyone else is either." He paused for a moment here, realizing how hypocritical those words were. His life was entirely based on subterfuge, but he supposed this was only part of that. "Now, I think a vote is in order here. As I've mentioned earlier, we can either head out into the woods now and try to find some shelter and supplies, or we can stay here for awhile longer."
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Post by paradox on Jul 31, 2016 17:48:36 GMT -5
Quiet
[ 24, male, roleplayed by Paradox ]
With a slender form but built with lean and strong muscle, Quiet might have been intimidating if it weren’t for his porcelain features and forest green eyes that are topped with long eyelashes which make for a “pretty” appearance and therefore, hardly threatening. His cold and borderline feral demeanor easily makes up for this slight drawback of appearance, however. To add to this other-worldly vibe, there is some sort of material that appears like blackened ash painted on the skin around his eyes. His chocolate brown hair is short cropped, long bangs brushed off to the side while from his neck hangs a necklace with a bullet; a HOG's tooth. Quiet is dressed in a loose, black tanktop with military-grade suspenders strapped over his shoulders and around his waist with a pair of tan, cargo pants.
Much like his name suggests, Quiet isn’t much of a talker. In fact, he doesn’t speak at all, which often leaves his thoughts left to ambiguity but he chooses to occasionally express any feelings or opinions through small acts and gestures. Whether his silence is a legitimate disability or a personal choice remains to be seen. For someone who doesn’t say a word, he is a quite stubborn person, clinging to his first instinct at all times and rarely leaving any room for a change in heart. Otherwise, he is quite a frequently indifferent and apathetic individual but will strike violently whenever he feels threatened and without warning; all bite and no bark. Social norms elude him and he acts far more like a wild animal than he does a person, distrustful of others' intentions but with a odd appreciation for nature, especially water. He isn't entirely silent either and seems to enjoy humming a very specific, repetitive song. Consistently enigmatic with a penchant for impulsive action, Quiet does actually have a moral compass of sorts and rarely leave a helpless soul to fend for themselves.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 18:14:53 GMT -5
(( YESSS quiet my good lad... feel free to jump in with him however/whenever u want ))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:40:02 GMT -5
(( bump. hopefully we can acquire the couple of people we're missing? if not by tomorrow, i'll open this to a couple of new people. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 0:57:24 GMT -5
QUIET look out its one of my sons ))
Alair curled closer to himself, cursing softly as he felt a little cold in his own skin despite the thick humidity of the air around him. He wasn't in the most pleasant of moods: it was the sort in which no matter what he or anyone else did, he felt uncomfortable and upset. Leaving felt equally as hopeless as staying, with only the added benefit of having to walk about aimlessly. He shrugged his large scarf further around his neck and face, closing his eyes for a moment. It was the moment in which he would try to bring himself elsewhere, but "elsewhere" was a dark cloud now and he physically couldn't recall any moment that wasn't the present.
Alair glanced up as he heard Wylie addressing the group, staring up at them with silence at first. When no one else spoke up for a few moments, he raised one of his bony fingers, trying to call attention. "If it's really between leaving or not we should get the hell out of here, yeah? Worst case scenario we end up in another random part of the woods, not like we aren't there already." He snorted the last part, though still didn't take the chance to move yet. If they were seriously going to get out of there he'd hurry along with them, but until then he wasn't about to get to his feet for no good reason.
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Post by maple on Aug 1, 2016 1:53:44 GMT -5
hey guys sorry , i sprained my ankle // what exactly is happening in the rp rn?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 12:17:48 GMT -5
(( hey maple!! sorry about your ankle D: right now characters are just deciding what the heck to do, wylie just called a vote. ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 14:29:50 GMT -5
(Ouch! How'd you do that Maple?)
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