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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 22:01:58 GMT -5
(ack i fell asleep)
(heloo)
(looks like its going to be a pretty crazy rp, so ill probably hold off on replying until it calms down.)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 22:13:18 GMT -5
[ Hey ! Crazy? I guess so, kind of confused on what you mean by it though :u ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 22:35:51 GMT -5
(welp, i thought by the amount of people online that it would get pretty crazy, but uhm, alright, guess not.)
(i'll have a reply up soon!)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 22:41:59 GMT -5
[ I thought that's what you meant! I assumed too, but I guess we were both off haha ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 23:01:46 GMT -5
A lone figure carefully walked over the cracked dirt and gravel roads through Merryville, his face obscured by a fading motorcycle helmet. But his darker amber eyes flitted between everything in sight, his wariness truly shining through at this moment in time. His teeth gnawed nervously on his bottom lip, back slightly hunched over and hands ready to grab for his crossbow if trouble decided to show itself. You never knew in a town like this, where you could just cast one glance at the "town" to see how poor it was. That may lead to desperate measures... he could get mugged here... get things stolen from him... his crossbow... his backpack... or maybe Sterling was thinking too hard and too much about these things. I don't know, he does that quite a bit.
Sterling let out a heavy sigh, watching his visor cloud up slightly with the hot breath exiting his mouth. He stopped for a quick second, adjusting the straps of the large backpack hanging off of his shoulders so they wouldn't dig painfully into his body. His ears were wide open and trying to pick up footsteps other than his own out here, focusing mainly on behind himself, but was majorly picking up nothing. Not that his ears were any good anyways, to be honest.
His knives jingled around in his shallow tool belt, his boots making echoing footsteps in the alleys he passed by. His crossbow, hanging carefully off of the straps and hitches of his backpack, hit softly against the softer material of said backpack with every bounce of his step. But even that was loud to him. Everything in this moment was loud to him, each breath exiting his mouth sounding like a roar because of the sheer quiet of the town he had been trekking through, and originally planning to leave. He didn't know where to go after this, maybe he'd sneak into one of the more rich settlements and... do something. He honestly hadn't gotten that plan thought out much yet.
Suddenly, another noise made his feet stop, but heart race. Footsteps other than his own froze up his body, a nervous sweat starting up as he reached down for a knife. Just in case. It was always just in case with this dude. Maybe it was his wariness, who knew. Grabbing at a small pocketknife and hearing the click of it flipping open, he scanned around to breathe a small sigh of relief. It wasn't coming from behind him, but rather from in front of him, and was just a very tall, intimidating guy seemingly leaving the settlement. Sterling felt his heart calm down, but he flicked the knife shut and hid it up his sleeve, just in case, but kept silent. Due to the young one's awkward nature, any word out of his mouth, especially out in a town where strangers aren't appreciated and not well liked, could mean the end for him. Or again, maybe he was thinking about this too much. Again, he finds himself doing that a lot.
(wow that took forever)
(eh, i hope it's somewhat decent, not usually how much i post (its a lot longer lmao) but *shrug*)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 23:07:51 GMT -5
[ It's very decent! Don't sweat it, better than my starter haha. I'll try to respond quick ^,^ ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 23:22:40 GMT -5
Even though Zeke liked to pride himself in being so aware and observant of his surroundings at all times, he truly failed being so at this moment; couldn't really blame himself though, he hadn't slept well for the month he was in this damned town, and so his need to stay alert wasn't very strong. He stopped, seeing the lone figure before him, and at that moment, the earth itself seemed to still and be quiet. The person wasn't acting suspicious, by all means to Zeke, as he just stood there, staying. Though, as he studied the fellow, Zeke didn't dismiss the suggestion that the being wasn't armed or dangerous. Still, even though Zeke couldn't see the person's face, he agreed there was no suspicious actions here. Yet. Trying to appear nonthreatening himself, despite his height, Zeke made the conscious decision that maybe taking off the gas mask would help, scar or not. Reaching up, he gently pulled the gas mask off, tucking it under his left arm, and raising his right hand in a small wave, swallowing the dryness from his throat, said as clearly as he could from the distance, "Hey stranger, you comin' for a visit to Merryville?" Although more of a statement than a question, since the person was heading down to the settlement. Moving a dirty hand through his inky hair, he began to make slow movement towards the stranger, ignoring the urge to scratch the right side of his face. "Bit of advice, don't think of stayin' here. Passing by, sure, but the hospitality of this town ain't exactly southern,"he added, green eyes never leaving the stranger, finally stopping only a couple of feet from said person.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 23:41:19 GMT -5
It was certain that Sterling was reluctant to speak to such a tall, and intimidating person that could probably take the smaller, leaner person down with one kick. This dude made him nervous just from the sheer height. But he absolutely forced himself to pull up his visor just a little bit so his voice would flow through more easily, and speak something so this situation couldn't get awkward. "Leaving." He spoke, his voice still tinged with a North-Eastern, almost New York-ish accent from his place of living growing up, although it was faint. Sterling let out another sigh, but keeping it quiet to keep himself under any potential radar. "Just leaving. Yourself?" The words he spoke were short, again, because he was rather hesitant in talking too much. His boot scraped the rough ground as his eyes narrowed in on this guy, thankful for the tinted visor keeping the other from seeing that Sterling was trying to pick apart him, making note of any body language suggesting something darker. Who knows? Sterling's logic right there. Who knows what this guy could be hiding.
Now, realizing it, he had... gone the wrong way. The young man's cheeks flushed with colour, especially thankful that the other couldn't see his embarrassed blush for the helmet that was obscuring his features. Dammit. Clearing his throat with an awkward cough, his teeth were back on his lip, gnawing on it once more as he thought of an excuse. "Forgot something actually." Oops. Well, he grabbed his shovel with the first few things he said, and now with this he had begun digging his hole. You should've just kept quiet, you idiot! Sterling awkwardly pulled up a hand to move his helmet a bit, itching at an annoying little itch on his head, unreachable without removing his helmet. Which he didn't want to do. Oh well, however much he wished he cold take back his words right about now, he couldn't.
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 19, 2016 23:49:48 GMT -5
(I'm super sorry for the poof, I was watching a movie. Is there anywhere were I can jump in?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 23:50:55 GMT -5
(Sterling and Zeke just met in Merryville, yours can be hanging around or something)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 23:58:09 GMT -5
Zeke could tell right off the bat the, now hearing the voice and getting a small look at the person's eyes, young man, wasn't exactly comforted at all by his attempts of coming off less intimidating. Maybe it was his filthy appearance? Taking a quick glance at his muddy covered boots, the dusty dark blue jeans, and how his t-shirt underneath was probably in need of a good wash soon. Well, keeping up hygiene didn't seem so important to him during these times, anyways. He hoped it wasn't his mauled face, but pushing that insecurity aside, he concluded it being his height. Of course it was, always is. Watching, listening as the man spoke to him, in small quips, than struggling with a flush of awkwardness being that, he must of realized, leaving was the direction that Zeke was going. He couldn't help but give a small, entertained smirk, raising an eyebrow and readjusting the gas mask under his left arm. "Ah, I see. I wouldn't bother trying to find what you forgot back there, either it's already been taken by someone else, turned into scrap, who knows," Zeke said, smirk growing into a crooked smile, stretching and scrunching the raised, raw scars of his face. He'd let the slip up go by unnoticed, at least the first one. Although smiling, his eyes stayed hard, watching. "I'm actually leaving,"he stressed, almost teasingly. "Not wanted here, one look at my face, masked or not, and automatically deemed a threaten amongst the entire settlement. I don't think I'm that scary lookin' despite my ugly mug and awkward height,"he sniffed, snorting and then turning his head to spit at the ground. The mugginess in the air was slowly getting unbearable to him, his leather jacket sticking to his skin, the scars on his face feeling suddenly irritated. Maybe he's getting too old. "Aren't you hot underneath that bright yellow helmet? or you just like me, difficult to show your face around others." It was a bold question, even to Zeke, but he was slowly starting to get antsy, and it might of been from the humidity, or just standing around in one place for too long.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 23:59:00 GMT -5
[ hey! No need to apologize, what movie was it? ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 0:21:35 GMT -5
Sterling's boot scuffed against the ground as he thought of a decent response to his own blunder, and what the man had been saying and asking of him. He adjusted his black cavalry jacket and let out another sigh, brushing his hand over his tool belt and discreetly putting the pocketknife back where it belonged. "Yeah, uh, guess so... um, it didn't matter anyways." Sterling spoke in a smaller voice, wanting to click his visor shut, he could see the other man trying to take a look at his face, but his voice was awfully muffled and awfully loud in his own ears when the simple-looking piece of plastic was closed. "And, uh, kinda, I guess... I don't like people seeing my face." Not that there was much wrong with it, it wasn't mauled, it wasn't scarred, it wasn't deformed, it was an average Joe face. No markings. But it was his own paranoia that kept his helmet over his face and obscured from the public eye. "And no, I'm heat-tolerant, I guess." Sterling said, staring at his feet as he shuffled them against the ground. He wanted to be on his way now, grab his crossbow and busy himself with heading into another settlement, and hopefully get some practice with his choice weapon along the way. He had his sh/t together, and he was ready to go. You could have avoided all of this if you actually asked about where the exit to this stupid town was. His mind jeered at him, but he quickly ignored it.
"So, uh, this is the way out...?" There, you happy? Sterling shot back at himself, looking back up at the strange man and pointing a thumb over towards the other was going. His words flowed more easily out of his mouth now, eager to just get an answer, even if it meant stepping outside of his general comfort zone. Which he was doing now. Sterling lowered his hand as he again adjusted the straps of his backpack, feeling them already tie themselves up on his shoulders. Stupid things, could never keep them from doing so. But really, this was just to keep his hands moving, doing something, so they weren't just awkwardly hanging off his side, doing absolutely nothing to help the situation. Yeah.
(he uses the word 'guess' too much rip child)
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 20, 2016 0:27:52 GMT -5
(Sorry it took so long. I was watching the Giver. And I don't normally write this much, this is just a starter.)
The contents of metal cantines and cups and ammunition clashed as Alfred trudged through the grassy farmland of Merryville, his feet seeming to get more and more tired with each step. The World War I gas mask respirator created an echo of loud and heaving static breaths, and the large gun around his shoulder banged at his side and hip bone as he walked. Considering himself a nomad, Alfred had walked from place to place, able to see the remains of great monuments, at the cost of remembering the lost pass that would never come back. But, even with the painful memories of all those who he had lost, he kept wandering, searching for the past he would never find. Alfred wiped the dust off of his mask, collected over his travels through numerous dust clouds, and made wide lunges and almost gallops and leaps over the spuratic huddled grasses that grew to his knees. Through his travels, Alfred saw farms and farmers, all trying to make by, and almost everyone with a gas mask. He felt lonely in a way, not being able to make the most basic of connections, not being able to hear an organic voice, or see a pair of eyes, all blocked off by two gas masks. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe Alfred didn't want to see the sorrow that ensued as each day gradually came to a close to another tomorrow of hardships. But, even with this disconnect, he did try to trade with these farmers, exchanging supplies he found on his journeys for food, and water. And, each time he passed a plot of land, a farmer would seem to sprout out like a weed, and they would engage in a static conversation of what they could trade. And, he had been doing that, through his whole journey in Merryville. As Alfred walked, he noticed 2 figures, not seeming to be farming, but rather having a conversation. So, with excitement, Alfred started to make his way to another instance of human contact...something that he treasured.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 0:42:01 GMT -5
Zeke couldn't help but get miffed by that response, but only because of how unfair he felt about it. "Heat-tolerant, eh? Well lucky you kid," he said, small smile dropping into a tired grimace. His eyes would drop ever time the man's boots scuffed at the dirt, the sound, for some unknown reason, was slowly getting to him. "I sweat like a pig, no matter how little the movement, or the heat. I blame it on bad genetics,"he concluded, sucking at his silver incisor and absentmindedly giving a scratch at his scars. Finding amusement again from the man's awkward body movement, Zeke flashed a grin, unsettling, showing crooked teeth, a shiny silver incisor. Although big, it didn't reach his eerily dull eyes. "Yup, this way out,"he said, and started walking again, towards the young man, then walking right past him. Before he could put his gas mask back on, end this social interaction, Zeke noticed another figure out in the distance before them, and this one got him to stand up straight, right hand instinctively reach behind him for the hatchet. This figure was deliberately moving to them, no pause. His heartbeat quickened instantly, noticing something similar to a rather large weapon strapped on the back of the new stranger. Zeke could be wrong in his feelings, this stranger could be any more dangerous as the young man behind him, but he could never be sure, never. "Hello," Zeke called out, loud and clear, ignoring the fact he could draw attention from the farmers of Merryville, despite being on the outskirts.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 0:49:44 GMT -5
Sterling didn't have too much time to respond to what this other man had said, as his heart rate sped up again as he heard another pair of feet making louder footsteps against the cracked ground. Instinctively, he found his hand flying behind him, reaching for the quiver of crossbow bolts and silently pulling one out as his eyes flitted around for the creator of the noise. Soon, he found them, and instantly the first thing he noticed about this dude was the rifle slung off of his back. Sterling's eyes narrowed as he reached for his crossbow, pulling the bolt out completely but being obviously hesitant in doing both of those actions. He didn't want to expose his main source of both defense and offense too early, yeah, that could lead to bad consequences. He let the other do the talking, clicking his visor shut and just watching to see what would happen between the two. He made sure to stay completely silent, keeping his mouth closed as he held the bolt tightly in his hands. Letting out a deep breath, he made sure also not to freak out, calming his rampant heart rate down. He didn't want to overreact, which he had a tendency for doing sometimes. Okay, maybe not sometimes...
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 1:03:25 GMT -5
》 This looks quite interesting. I think I'll join. C; 《 [ this seems super cool yo and I will def be joining later As far as plots go, I have a character who is the leader type, but cares more about "the greater good" than about indivual people so idk could lend herself well to some plot line about a corrupt group within one of the settlements? ] { Thanks for joining, shoutsofwar! I'll add your character. Bwa, thanks, upsidedown. c: And that would be interesting. Like, a rouge group of bandits or something. Perhaps there could be a new or pre-existing settlement which starts to cause trouble. Bel-Ridge can be a bit overbearing so maybe them?
To Pete and Gryphon, I'm so sorry for disappearing on you guys. Totally not cool. Let me just read through everything and I'll get a starter posted asap. }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 1:09:46 GMT -5
(!! that's fine auto! i think i finished my character form on sterling, fixed a lot of weird wording and added bits and pieces about him, so could you replace that one with the old one on the front page?)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 1:10:34 GMT -5
[ Don't sweat it automaton L: glad to see you're back ! ]
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 20, 2016 1:11:58 GMT -5
Alfred put his hand up into the air and waved as he started to walk towards the 2 figures. "Hello." He said, putting his left hand up with his right, showing that he meant no harm. "It's nice to see people other than farmers in Merryville." Alfred said, as he walked closer. "You guys aren't going to shoot me are you?" He said, pointing to the crossbow one of the figures was holding. "I can assure you, I will be of no harm." He said, trying to keep his voice fairly calm, although a bit of fear crept up into his words. "Perhaps, we can just talk." Alfred said with a shrug. He was still a bit intimidated by the crossbow, but he did have plans of maybe forming a group, and these peopel did seem like wanderers, rather than farmers. Hopefully some talking would allow him to get to know them a bit better.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 1:15:37 GMT -5
{ thanks. c; and totally. i'll get that fixed. }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 1:24:59 GMT -5
Zeke's green eyes were hard, unemotional, focused on the man drawing closer to them, but he forced himself to relax as he saw that the person was showing he meant no harm. Lowering his hand from his hatchet, Zeke allowed himself to slouch a bit again, tightly holding onto his own gas mask though. He quickly glanced behind himself, seeing that the young man had his own weapon out already, a crossbow, but hesitant to pull out the actually bolt for it. His visor was also back down again. Grunting, Zeke turned his attention back to the mask man, and said, "He might shoot, but I only got an axe." Cocking his head to the side, Zeke held out his hand, signaling the man was getting a bit too close for comfort. "Mind taking off your mask? Then we can talk, maybe," he said, as politely as he could. "And, uh, not too come off rude, but you must be crazy and desperate to walk up to complete strangers in such an excited fashion," Zeke added, serious in what he meant, but said it in a more relaxed, almost teasing tone.
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 1:35:54 GMT -5
[ yo yo!! im actually typing up characters right now lol so you showed up at a very convenient time thx u it's whatever you want man, it's totally cool if you don't want something like that to happen either c: ]
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 20, 2016 1:36:40 GMT -5
Alfred slung off his pack, and took off his gas mask. "No, no, no, I'm not crazy...but you are right about me being desperate." He said, parting his hair to the side. "I have walked, for so long, and hadn't really had anyone to go with. It's pretty dangerous out there, and traveling alone is pretty dangerous. I should be dead right now, but luckily, everyone I met has been fairly kind." Alfred then took his cantine off from it's hook, and took a sip, then wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his big leather glove that covered his hand. "I either need someone to travel with, or need someone to trade with." He stated, before saying, "I can't keep going carrying all this, and I can't keep going alone. That's the big reason I came into Merryville, to 'recruit' some people to travel with." He then put his cantine back on the hook. "So, I guess you can say I'm a bit desperate." Alfred said with a smirk. He meant no ill-will to any of these people in Merryville. All these residents seemed like honest people, with their lifestyles as farmers or travelers, and Alfred could respect that.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 1:38:50 GMT -5
{ i suppose this doesn't really fit into the current situation but it's there for anyone with a free charrie. } gene.
Crouched between the failing structures of a general store and an attorney's office, Gene took the moment to collect himself. It hadn't even reached mid-day and he felt that, already, he could sleep for ages. His breath labored and his chest heaving, Gene pulled up his mask and inhaled, filling his lungs to the brink with putrid air. It was foul and burned, the air he received through the mask stale but filtered. Sinking to the ground, he pressed against the alley's wall, leaning his head back to stare up at the sky. He just needed a moment, time enough to still the thundering in his ribcage, but it wasn't long before he heard the grinding of feet on asphalt.
Security beyond the safety of walls was hard to come by. First off, you had your ferals. They were few in number as they never lasted long after a turn, but people succumbed to the toxin every day. Second, everyone had their fair share of bandits, those looking for a bit of sport by chasing down the weaker. He'd hoped, if anything, he could have avoided the latter. Ferals were predictable and easily outwitted but bandits, sane people hidden behind masks and darker clothing, he couldn't say the same of.
Shutting his eyes, he turned towards the mouth of the alley and pushed off the wall, running in the opposite direction of the approaching patrol. He couldn't breath behind the mask and instead pulled if off, holding it firmly in his hands as he sprinted toward the adjacent alley. Merryville wasn't far from this location and he could only pray he'd reach it in time. The bandits wouldn't follow him that far, even if desperate. Merryville's residents weren't known for much but they were renowned for being hostile and most willing to protect what little they had.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 1:44:23 GMT -5
[ yo yo!! im actually typing up characters right now lol so you showed up at a very convenient time thx u it's whatever you want man, it's totally cool if you don't want something like that to happen either c: ] { nah! that might be cool. we've got time so i'll try and think of ways of expanding the plot. i've just no idea really so it's good to hear suggestions. }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 1:46:21 GMT -5
Sterling slowly slid back into more of a... less defensive position I guess is the way to describe it, still keeping the crossbow in hand and still keeping his mouth glued shut. He let these men talk, taking a closer look and narrowing his amber eyes at this new being. He looked... nice, friendly-ish, the WWI stuff looked pretty dangerous so Sterling just reminded himself to just keep his guard up. Keep his boots tight, and keep his crossbow close (and die with your mask on if you've got to), and he'd be hopefully alright. He kept listening in to what this dude was saying to the other, picking up bits about his tone and such while still being silent himself. He pondered about leaving ending this awkward social encounter with the two other men, but another part of his mind fought against that thought. Maybe he could join a group for once... but this was at a time where he was finally fully getting the hang of life on his own, and was able to do it efficiently and pretty damn well. At least, in his eyes he was doing okay.
And then, it happened again. His heart rate increased in speed (God he was paranoid), and he whipped around to see a black figure sprinting from one alley to another. Sterling's hand flew to a bolt and quickly clicked it into place on his crossbow as he sighted it in, making sure his finger was off the sensitive trigger as he narrowed his eyes on the being. Who's there? He wanted to yell at this person, but found his mouth was still shut tight. He shuffled forwards, trying to see if this dude would make another move.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 1:58:07 GMT -5
[ I've noticed a small lack of females, and pondering if I should make one or not, hmph ]
Zeke listened attentively, glancing at the pack every few seconds, self aware how much more relaxed he got since the man took off his mask; slightly hypocritical, if he compared himself to that rule. But as his dad had taught him, if you can see a man's face, even his eyes, you can usually get a good read about them. Then again, his father's dead, so his wise words might of never been so wise--- Giving a small nod, Zeke ran a hand through his greasy black hair and said, "I believe if we're all alive for this long, so far, we've met some pretty kind people, even if they hadn't managed to take our lives." This caused him to scratch at his scars again, scowling for a few seconds, before meeting the eyes of the stranger, intently. "Being that Merryville has little to no walls to keep us outsiders, uh, out, makes it an easy trading spot, but don't mean these people are keen on making any interaction with us whatsoever," he said with a huff, turning to glare in the direction of the settlement. That brought his attention back to the young man, who had stayed so quiet and still, he almost forgot he existed. Turning back to the new stranger, and seeing how this is turning out, Zeke straightened up to his full height and said, "Well, it's safer in numbers, especially when traveling out in that sh*t storm." "My name's Ezekiel, and I gotta say I don't think I'd make for good group material, being that I'm not exactly.. approachable most of the time," Zeke said, almost muttering with a sour tone to his words. "I doubt you'd find anyone in Merryville who'd wanna group of either, all of 'em so antisocial and off their meds, if ya get my drift."
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 2:05:11 GMT -5
{ it would be appreciated, gryphon. x3 is there a nickname you go by? thanks for taking the time to edit your form, pete.
also! i've temporarily closed this. just till things calm down a bit.
and i might also add a section on the front about occupations. there's a few here who work closely with the settlements. mercy does repairs, gene scavenges for the venders, and i think paul is a doctor for the settlements. if you want, we can build relationships and whatnot between those more widely known. like, maybe paul needs an escort between settlements. gene might do trading with another's character. etc, etc. just a thought. }
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 20, 2016 2:19:12 GMT -5
Alfred nodded and shook the hand of Ezekiel. "My name is Alfred, Alfred Solas." He said, before putting his hand behind his hea. "Ya, this place was a bit wierd at first for it's lack of protection." Alfred looked around the town, noticing the farmers picking at the soil, before looking back at the stranger. "Well, it would be great to travel with you. Since you haven't tried to kill me yet you seem quite trustworthy. Well, if you change your mind, just tell me, I should be around here for a bit. I'll leave to the next town over later, though." He then thrusted his back into the ground, and got out to halves of a loaf of bread. "Do you want any?" Alfred asked, looking up at the figure. "It could be a token of truce if we meet again."
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