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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 16:17:04 GMT -5
(Really dangerous bandit gang they have to fight? o3o)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 17:13:35 GMT -5
[ helloooo ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 17:32:22 GMT -5
{ yo. how's it going? did you want to rp? all my charries are free. }
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 17:36:50 GMT -5
(Really dangerous bandit gang they have to fight? o3o) { maybe. i feel like that's overdone a bit, though. all my ideas are a bit cliche but. . (1) maybe there's a settlement to the east. they could need help from bandits like you mentioned or perhaps we just need a group to go there to establish connection and everything. (2) perhaps there's a huge storm brewing in the west pushing people eastward because of its high toxic levels (personally, i'm kind of leaning toward this one) (3) troubles between the four already established settlements occur, sending things spiraling out of control. }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 17:38:25 GMT -5
(Really dangerous bandit gang they have to fight? o3o) { maybe. i feel like that's overdone a bit, though. all my ideas are a bit cliche but. . (1) maybe there's a settlement to the east. they could need help from bandits like you mentioned or perhaps we just need a group to go there to establish connection and everything. (2) perhaps there's a huge storm brewing in the west pushing people eastward because of its high toxic levels (personally, i'm kind of leaning toward this one) (3) troubles between the four already established settlements occur, sending things spiraling out of control. } (I really like that second one!)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 17:40:14 GMT -5
sure! tho im not entirely sure where everyone is atm lol
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 18:07:13 GMT -5
{ alright, sour. c; i'll see what everyone else thinks. there's got to be more to it, though. have you got any ideas?
basically there's been a small meet up outside of merryville. those included are sterling, alfred, zeke, gene, and jamison. besides that, zeke is taking a dude named paul to fort jones, gene is headed back out into the city, and jamison and sterling are just meeting up. one of your characters could run into gene outside of merryville or mercy at fort jones? unless you had something else in mind. }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 18:14:02 GMT -5
[ Hey guys ! Gettin' busy I see. Droppin in to see what's the up and up and procrastinate my essay ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 18:29:22 GMT -5
{ I'm doing the exact same thing, believe it or not. xp I've got a movie to watch, a paper to write, and a few blog entries to make. bleh. We're basically just coming up with ideas for an overarching plot. }
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 18:37:22 GMT -5
[ lol i really didnt have anything in mind. i could have C17 bump into Gene, and Honora and Artmus could bump into Mercy outside Fort Jones? It seems more likely for them to be there of all places ]
[ yo yooo welcome to procrastination central ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 18:39:21 GMT -5
{ sounds good. did you want to start or should i? }
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 18:46:57 GMT -5
could you start? I've got class in a bit but I think I can reply before i leave
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 18:48:41 GMT -5
{ that's cool. for both gene and mercy or either or?}
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 18:49:45 GMT -5
you can do both if thats cool c:
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 21, 2016 18:54:14 GMT -5
》Number two sounds like a fun idea! x3《
{{ }}
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 18:55:03 GMT -5
(hey hey really tired but yes im here)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 18:57:35 GMT -5
{ alrighty. i'll get started. c:
woo. that's good. we've got two for. so a storm's brewing, toxin levels are increasing, and more people are turning feral. we just need a course of action.
hey, pete! }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 18:59:13 GMT -5
[ Sorry guys, I keep poofing, I seriously hate school when it's so close to holidays aaaauuughgh
hey war!! Want to continue where we left off?
Also I have Sammie if anyone wants
also procrastination central sounds pretty legit ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 19:04:27 GMT -5
(I'd join in but stress is causing me a lot of troubles right now. I might be on in an hour though ;-; )
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 21, 2016 19:10:54 GMT -5
[ Sorry guys, I keep poofing, I seriously hate school when it's so close to holidays aaaauuughgh
hey war!! Want to continue where we left off?
Also I have Sammie if anyone wants
also procrastination central sounds pretty legit ] 》Sure! Happy birthday, by the way! :3《
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 19:15:48 GMT -5
[ Aw, you alright sour? and thank you War, I'll be getting onto replying soon ! ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 19:29:31 GMT -5
》《
{{ 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." }} At first, Zeke didn't answer the attempt of conversation, as glanced down, spotting the pitiful thing that was a flower. With a grunt, and stretching his back, said from behind his mask, "I actually forgot flowers even existed once." Glancing behind his shoulder, the settlement of Merryville was already growing far away. Looking forward, then turning to stare at Paul, he added, "I remember they smelled sweet, probably." He smile,d but realized how the man probably couldn't see it, but still, held a small one for himself.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 21, 2016 19:43:05 GMT -5
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{{ Paul smiled himself, though whether or not that made a difference, he didn't know. He almost stopped to pick the flower, but thought that that would do more harm than good. Wilted or not, the flower still had a chance to grow and it would be cruel to take that away. "I remember smelling roses and daises all the time as a kid. My father used to grow them," he said wistfully, more homesick than he had been in years. "But I don't remember what our garden used to look like. Or our house. I think that it was a nice place, though. I hope it was."}}
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 21, 2016 19:46:28 GMT -5
[ hey look who can actually rp today ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 19:59:48 GMT -5
gene.
Gene's heels hit the ground with a soft thud, his pace a leisurely one as he waited for night to fall. He'd decided to take another route into town, a road less known as to steer clear of any of the bandits he'd left behind. They weren't notorious for sticking too long in one area. Their attention was divided and aimless, getting kicks were they could without the baggage of too many ties. They'd likely moved on but Gene couldn't be too careful. He'd prefer his identity unknown and his occupation a secret, even if he had to take the longer route to do so.
Pushing his mask up, he risked a few shaky breaths for another swig of water, wincing at the look of it. It wasn't exactly tap, but the best Merryville could offer in the moment. They'd no operating wells or rationed jugs of new and purified water. Those two things were a necessity seldom seen these days, Milton being the first of its kind. Hell, he'd even debated moving shop there just for a rusty bucket of well water. In the long-run, it'd be worth it. If only for the years.
Judging his distance from the town, it's structures a blur on the horizon, Gene started to stray off the path and into the neighboring vegetation. It'd be best to head in through the trees as roads were often scouted, a post on nearly every entrance into the town. Taking one last gulp of water, he fastened the lid and adjusted his mask.
mercy & ghost.
"Pick your feet up." Mercy's voice was flat, the order having been uttered many times before. She didn't even cast a glance over her shoulder to be sure he'd followed. She just listened. The market roared with activity, mid-afternoon being its busiest time. People were off work, a bit of cash in their pockets, and looking to trade for whatever they needed. She'd her own payment in the satchel wrapped around her shoulder. The market was squeezed into the neighboring stores and offices, halls and rooms littered with goods. It protected the produce and gave people a moment to talk without masks muffling their voices. Despite the benefits, Mercy only found it suffocating, her breathing no better in here than with the dust outside.
Exiting a deli that now read as the storefront for several stands of produce and canned goods, Mercy fixed her respirator and pulled up her hood, turning to glance back at Ghost as he followed her through the door. With a smile, she watched as he lowered his head and exaggerated a shrug, picking up one foot after the other in a small jog. "Yeah, you're getting bad at that." Shaking her head and with a small laugh, she flipped back the opening to her satchel and pulled out the beanie she'd traded from a previous shop. Standing up on her toes, she fitted the cap onto Ghost's head and took a step back, admiring the view. "Smashing, Ghost. You could beat five ferals with that look. I'm impressed." He ducked his head, touching the cap gingerly before righting himself again, the light on his temple flashing with words he hadn't the voice for. "No need for thanks, you bought it yourself." Turning away, Mercy headed down the street, Ghost in tow. "I'm thinking we head back to Bel-ridge now and beat the morning by a few miles." Traveling by night was a must anymore, the daylight drawing far too much attention to one's self. "What do you think?" Of course, there was no answer.
Finding the main exit, Mercy cleared her leave with the guards and passed through the gates. Ghost scooted after her, his feet dragging in the dirt.
{ bleh. these are bad. i'm pretty busy right now. }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 20:16:00 GMT -5
[ Heyo upsidedown! They aren't bad! Pretty good honestly.]
Zeke wanted to sympathize with the guy; he couldn't remember any of his home, if they had a garden or a yard, none of it. But, he knew why that was. "I don't remember much of doing anything with my family before... this sh*t happened," he said, looking away from Paul, forward, marching now. Jones Settlement was days away, yes, but he always thought a quick pace could get you faster going anywhere. "My brain decided those memories weren't useful anymore, I suppose, blocked 'em out," Zeke continued voice sounding more muffled through his mask, as his voice got lower, quieter, as if he was speaking to himself. His bomber jacket felt sticky to his skin, humidity, wind, the sand and dust everywhere. He could feel himself getting quickly irritable. "Brain doesn't bother keeping the good memories anymore, just the bad ones."
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 20:43:24 GMT -5
(Idk where to join in at)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 20:45:40 GMT -5
{ jamison is with sterling right now, isn't he? if you didn't what to change that, you could create another charrie? i haven't really got anyone to jump in with at the moment. sorry. }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 20:46:46 GMT -5
(Actually now that you've mentioned it, I've kinda been wanting to make a robot character...if that's alright, of course )
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 20:52:50 GMT -5
{ sure! it is a part of the roleplay so it'd be nice to see a few. }
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