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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 15:40:21 GMT -5
[ I believe since you already showed interest and commented here, you still can :3 ] (Nice )
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 15:41:28 GMT -5
》Hi! :3《
{{ Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Paul's heart thudded violently and loudly in his chest, threatening to break free as he avoided Zeke's gaze. He met very few nice-looking people, although he wasn't one to judge based on appearances alone, but Zeke's looming above him like that, all intimidating-like, made him shrink back into himself in an attempt to seem even smaller. Paul opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him, and instead he let out a tiny noise similar to a whimper. Again, after a shaky breath, he mumbled, "F-Fort Jones..." He disliked and feared Fort Jones due to its high, rampant crime rate, and if he went alone, something bad would surely befall him. No matter what, though, he had to get there. The last time he'd visited, there'd been a pregnant woman not too far from her due date and he wanted to check up on her. "I'm a d-doctor...," he added quietly, as if that would help. Most people didn't care too much, unless they planned on doing something bad. }}
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:55:22 GMT -5
Sammie decided staying in a settlement was the worse idea yet, especially if you're considered a useful pawn. She hadn't meant to stay for as long as she had at Bel-Ridge, but she hadn't a choice when she had been caught attempting to steal a small pistol, which, in her opinion, was cheap and busted anyways. Stupid, she agrees, that it was stupid to even go into Bel-Ridge, but she had been travelling for about a week, if not more from getting sidetracked when running from a gang of bandits she accidentally ran into. Anyways, she's been stuck in Bel-Ridge for about two months, she reckons, stuck working in a a building that deals with medicines. Although poisoning is more her forte, making medicines wasn't exactly hard labor; she still had a cruddy boss, and most of the other workers were either yellowbellies or freaks with a power complex. She was generalizing though, because she had met nice people as well in Bel-Ridge, who offered her a free meal here and there, a place to bunk if she didn't feel like sleeping in the cold, dusty, and pitch black dormitories of the facility. Even so, Sammie decided she had severed a long enough time here, and that she had paid her dues. Packing her things, her pocketknife, respirator, and putting on her jacket and fur aviator, Sammie resigned from her job the moment she began to head for the chain-linked fence that kept Bel-Ridge in, and anything else out. She wasn't necessarily an actual "citizen" of the settlement, so when she made it up to the gates, and the scary-looking watch guards, Sammie cleared her through, stood up as tall as she could, and said, "Excuse me, but I've been notified I've paid what I owe here, and being that I'm not an actual... citizen of Bel-Ridge, I'd like to depart now." The air felt thick, and she struggled to not move and get her respirator, by the way the guards stared at her, intently, like watchdogs with human faces. She wouldn't show fear. "Very well, but don't be returning any time soon,"one of the guards said, voice low, cold. Sammie only nodded, as they opened the gate for her. At first she walked very calmly, casually even, pass the guards that caused her skin to crawl, through the gates and outside of the settlement of Bel-Ridge. But once the gate was closing, Sammie, quickly fumbling to put her respirator on, took a deep, painfully full breath in. Fear was the worst feeling, she thought, as her stomach churned and threatened to send up bile. Even with a funky stomach, Sammie began her pace of a fast walk away from Bel-Ridge, bracing herself as the winds began to pick up. Just then, she realized how far away she was from the other settlements, and if her next destination was to one of the others. Even worse, she hadn't brought any provisions. It was going to be a long walk.
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 15:57:15 GMT -5
I shouldn't prob post starters huh Btw is it chill if a friend of mine joins? I know it's closed but they're really interested lol
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:59:46 GMT -5
Even though the man's awkward, nervous stutter made it difficult for Zeke to understand, he got the gist of it. "Fort Jones, huh," his muffled, gravelly voice came from the black mask. Giving a scratch to his inky black hair with dirty fingers, Zeke thought on it. "Doctors are hard to come by these days," Zeke commented, before giving a definite answer. "I'm surprised you haven't been picked up by some group of ferals, bandits, or Merryville." Turning his attention to the direction of going to Merryville, Zeke only shook his head. What a rathole. Without a moment's pause, he quickly moved his right arm towards the man, and hanging his hand out, he said, "Name's Ezekiel, Ezekiel Zubia. I might be able to help ya, doc."
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 16:00:24 GMT -5
[ If it was my roleplay I'd say yes, but maybe you should wait for Auto to come on to answer that ]
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 16:04:13 GMT -5
Yep yep yep
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 16:13:28 GMT -5
Even though the man's awkward, nervous stutter made it difficult for Zeke to understand, he got the gist of it. "Fort Jones, huh," his muffled, gravelly voice came from the black mask. Giving a scratch to his inky black hair with dirty fingers, Zeke thought on it. "Doctors are hard to come by these days," Zeke commented, before giving a definite answer. "I'm surprised you haven't been picked up by some group of ferals, bandits, or Merryville." Turning his attention to the direction of going to Merryville, Zeke only shook his head. What a rathole. Without a moment's pause, he quickly moved his right arm towards the man, and hanging his hand out, he said, "Name's Ezekiel, Ezekiel Zubia. I might be able to help ya, doc." 》《
{{ Paul was surprised but extremely pleased by the man's unusual politeness. He didn't often meet many people with manners nowadays, so it was truly quite refreshing. Gratefully, he shook the man's hand and offered a timid smile. "N-nice to meet you, Mr. Zubia. I'm Paul Rosenberg," he introduced himself kindly. "The only reason I h-haven't been murdered yet is because I usually have a guide. Or guards. I can pay you with free medical care, if you're interested?" He didn't have much else to offer, after all. }}
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 16:26:39 GMT -5
Zeke gave a firm shake of the man's, Paul's, hand, before drawing it back. "Well, I'm not much of a guide, being that I've gotten a few nasty scars from slippin' up from where I end up," Zeke said, reaching up to scratch the right side of his face, where the ugly scars lay, but instead bumped his fingers against his mask. "I could possibly be a better guard, no paid needed since all you can offer is your old medicine bag, which might not be needed either," he said, adjusting his leather jacket, moving his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm gettin' restless though, so if you wanna leave we're leaving now."
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 16:34:06 GMT -5
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{{ Paul understood Zeke's anxiety and unwillingness to stay for much longer, so he nodded quickly and fiddled with his bag's straps. "Any guard is better than none at all. And I'm ready to leave now. I'll be right behind you." He always struggled to keep up with more in shape, physically fit people, but he would manage. His fear of being maimed and killed was pretty good motivation to push himself to exhaustion when traveling. Zeke seemed like a perfectly capable guide, though, and even if it sounded naïve, he trusted the man already. Paul just had a gut feeling abouf him. }}
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 16:50:14 GMT -5
Zeke only nodded at this, and began to head in the direction that the skittish young man had gone, to get away far from Merryville. His pace wasn't quick, but his long strides made it appear so. He hadn't really noticed how wide his steps were, until he was traveling with others, which didn't happen.. at all, really.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 17:02:14 GMT -5
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{{ Paul found it rather easy to keep pace with Zeke, which he was very grateful for. He was already tired from lack of sleep and walking only ever made him more tired, so the pace was nice and easy on his weary body. As much as the doctor wanted to make conversation, he had no idea what to talk about or how to approach any subject with Zeke. Until, that is, he spotted a small, mostly wilted flower by the side of the road. "I love flowers. It's a shame there aren't very many around anymore." }}
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 18:14:27 GMT -5
I shouldn't prob post starters huh Btw is it chill if a friend of mine joins? I know it's closed but they're really interested lol { bwa. that's totally cool. i've got it shut down for the most part but i'm not going to straight up refuse those want to join. and thanks for joining yourselves, Sour Candy and upsidedown. i'll get to editing everything now. }
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 18:38:28 GMT -5
[ Yay!! Thx man, I'll give them the link ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 18:42:53 GMT -5
{ no problem! i've all charries free if anyone wants to rp. }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 18:47:08 GMT -5
(I'll be somewhat poofy, but I'm here!)
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 18:56:02 GMT -5
{ woo, alright. c; did you have any particular place you wanted to start? Gene's at Merryville and Mercy's at Fort Jones.
also, everyone's picking on merryville. *pets with ten foot pole* they just a little crazy is all. like, zeke, why you got to be so harsh. xp }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 19:02:31 GMT -5
(I guess we could start at Merryville. Though Jamison wouldn't be too close to it, considering his...trust issues.)
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 19:15:02 GMT -5
{ did you want to start it then? that way i know where you're at? }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 19:24:17 GMT -5
(Sure Just be aware that I don't RP that often so I might not be too great.) Jamison sat down, arranging rocks to make a small fire pit. He turned his head to see Merryville not too far in the distance. He muttered something to himself and went back to his work. The steady sound of his breathing through his respirator was the only noise he heard as he place small sticks into the ring of rocks. After making a decent pile, he took out two rocks and attempted to make a spark.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 19:38:35 GMT -5
(hey I poofed sorry)
(And sorry for lack of proper coding, on mobile rn)
(Anywhere I could place Sterling?)
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 19:43:06 GMT -5
{ it's cool. c; }
gene.In all honesty, Gene didn't quite mind Merryville. Sure, they were a bit worse for wear and maybe not all there, but he knew what to expect from them. Milton would just as soon stab you in the back as offer you their produce; Bel-Ridge would stare you down from the tops of their scouting posts or turn you away; even Fort Jones - his home - was notorious for the crime that plagued its streets. Merryville was cold and harsh but all for good reason. So long as you traded in moderation and never staid too long without paying your dues, he found them quite tolerant of merchants like himself.
Stepping down the path he'd used to enter the settlement earlier, he made his way out of Merryville, a bottle of murky looking water in hand. He'd need to go back for his rucksack and scavenge what may be left of the loot he'd abandoned. It wouldn't be long till nightfall but he only read that as a benefit. It'd hide him from both ferals and the bandits. Slowing his pace as he approached a ring of stones and a hunched figure, he made to pass them and continue about his way.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 19:45:45 GMT -5
{ you're good, pete. maybe you could have sterling waiting outside of merryville? gene's there meeting up with jamison. that or i could bring in mercy someplace other than fort jones. }
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 19:47:50 GMT -5
{ also, maybe once susieq get's on, we can bring in michael and craig to respond to sammie, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 ? }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 19:54:20 GMT -5
{ it's cool. c; }
gene.In all honesty, Gene didn't quite mind Merryville. Sure, they were a bit worse for wear and maybe not all there, but he knew what to expect from them. Milton would just as soon stab you in the back as offer you their produce; Bel-Ridge would stare you down from the tops of their scouting posts or turn you away; even Fort Jones - his home - was notorious for the crime that plagued its streets. Merryville was cold and harsh but all for good reason. So long as you traded in moderation and never staid too long without paying your dues, he found them quite tolerant of merchants like himself.
Stepping down the path he'd used to enter the settlement earlier, he made his way out of Merryville, a bottle of murky looking water in hand. He'd need to go back for his rucksack and scavenge what may be left of the loot he'd abandoned. It wouldn't be long till nightfall but he only read that as a benefit. It'd hide him from both ferals and the bandits. Slowing his pace as he approached a ring of stones and a hunched figure, he made to pass them and continue about his way. Jamison hushed his breathing as he heard the sound of footsteps. He drew his spear and quickly turned to face the source of the sound. "Who's there!?" He barked, his rasped voice distorted by his respirator. He hunched low to the ground, tensing his muscles, ready to spring forward for an attack or backwards to evade one. (Sorry it took me so long to respond, I was busy)
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 20:19:07 GMT -5
{ you're fine. i'm cleaning up and about to make dinner soon anyways. plus, can't miss TWD. }
Holding both hands up in defense, he stopped immediately. He shouldn't be surprised of the atmosphere around Merryville, that feeling you got in your gut, but he still couldn't help but feel peeved as he was stopped by another stranger outside of the settlement. "Wow," he warned, staring at the spear the man had gripped in his hands. "Just a trader. I'm headed out of Merryville," he explained, doubting the man would know his name.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 20:22:04 GMT -5
{ you're good, pete. maybe you could have sterling waiting outside of merryville? gene's there meeting up with jamison. that or i could bring in mercy someplace other than fort jones. } (I think I'll just go with the former ^^)
(But either way, I'll hold off on replying to this until I get off mobile lol)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 20:32:29 GMT -5
"'Just a trader'?" Jamison mimicked. "For all I know you could be planning to take my supplies, o-or kill me!" He thrusted his spear slightly forward as a warning. "Don't take another step closer or I'll rip you apart!" His heavy breathing filtered through his respirator. His spear quivered as his hands shook with paranoia.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 20:37:48 GMT -5
Gene inched back, his entire posture leaning as the man thrusted his spear forward. "I don't intend to!" He snapped back. "Look, I just got into town after being chased by some gang of raiders. I lost my pack, my weapons. . even if I wanted to, I couldn't rob you." He tried to reason with the man, taking the moment to look him over. He looked deranged and completely out-of-it. Gene couldn't help but assume the toxin might be taking its hold on the guy, that or he was just another of Merryville's troubled residents. "I'm not here to hurt you."
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 20:58:03 GMT -5
He began to lower his weapon. "Fine...I'll believe you. For now." Jamison set his spear on the ground, but still within range, just in case. He went back to starting his fire. He scraped the two rocks together until sparks lept on to the branches. After a few tries, the wood started to crackle and turn black. He took off his respirator and blew gently on the burning branches, the embers glowing brighter. He quickly secured it back onto his face as he added more wood to the fire.
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