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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 23:22:49 GMT -5
pshhh i can just copy paste his form
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 23:25:34 GMT -5
( John 3:16) Jamison panicked when he heard a slight clicking noise. He yelled out, half in fear and half in anger, and charged forward while swinging his spear blindly, hoping one blow would hit his target. "I knew it!" He cried, voice muffled from the respirator. "I knew someone was gonna kill me!" ( ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠) " My designation is Buck," he replied after listening to the female human's voice. " It is my instruction to help those in need." He reached up and pulled the hood down from his head, revealing his robotic cranium. He slowly and carefully stuck his hand out towards her, offering to help her out of the vehicle.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 23:32:24 GMT -5
She only stared at his hand, flexing her own hands in thought. With a groan, grabbing her backpack, she reached out, and took the metallic hand. "Designation? You mean your name,"she said, awkwardly trying to move out of the dirty old car. "I'm not entirely sure if I'm in need, but I guess sending an android--- what are you doing out here anyways? Don't androids have to stay in specific areas?"Sammie asked, suddenly forgetting how she almost felt like throwing up five seconds before.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 23:47:19 GMT -5
As he helped the girl out of the car, he continued to speak. "There was...nobody left at my previous location. I decided to search and help the human population." His heat vents began to blow out hot air as he spoke. "I was designed to navigate harsh environments unsuited for human survival."
(Again, sorry for the small reply.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 23:52:15 GMT -5
Sterling let out a surprised yelp as a spear came crashing through the sparse foliage, along with a voice screaming something about killing. With a spasm of his finger upon the trigger, Sterling's crossbow fired the bolt, and Sterling stood back as he heard the bolt either pierce flesh or... something else, but the young one couldn't really tell for sure.
(short reply, sorry, been trying to keep up with the 5 line thing but not much to say)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 23:57:11 GMT -5
Sterling let out a surprised yelp as a spear came crashing through the sparse foliage, along with a voice screaming something about killing. With a spasm of his finger upon the trigger, Sterling's crossbow fired the bolt, and Sterling stood back as he heard the bolt either pierce flesh or... something else, but the young one couldn't really tell for sure.
(short reply, sorry, been trying to keep up with the 5 line thing but not much to say) (Don't worry, mine are short too cx doing homework is draining my creativity) Jamison gasped in fear as he heard the bolt bounce off one of his coat's metal plates. Realizing how lucky he was and deciding to not take another chance with death, he quickly retreated and ran back to his fire, taking a defensive stance at his camp. "Don't come any closer!" he barked. "Or I'll slice you open for the buzzards!" He breathed heavily, fearing for what the assailant would do next.
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Post by susieq on Nov 22, 2016 1:35:15 GMT -5
{ Also, susieq , I was wondering if we should swap ages? For the image I chose, Michael looks a bit older than Craig. Not that is matters really, I guess, but I was just wondering. If not, that's totally fine. c; } { also, maybe once susieq get's on, we can bring in michael and craig to respond to sammie, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 ? } { Morning! Anyone on?
Your forms look great, The Blue Adept . I'll add them in a bit. Happy belated birthday, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 ! } (yeah I don't mind swapping ages! but it's up to you tbh )
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 22, 2016 3:07:13 GMT -5
Sterling let out a surprised yelp as a spear came crashing through the sparse foliage, along with a voice screaming something about killing. With a spasm of his finger upon the trigger, Sterling's crossbow fired the bolt, and Sterling stood back as he heard the bolt either pierce flesh or... something else, but the young one couldn't really tell for sure.
(short reply, sorry, been trying to keep up with the 5 line thing but not much to say) (Don't worry, mine are short too cx doing homework is draining my creativity) Jamison gasped in fear as he heard the bolt bounce off one of his coat's metal plates. Realizing how lucky he was and deciding to not take another chance with death, he quickly retreated and ran back to his fire, taking a defensive stance at his camp. "Don't come any closer!" he barked. "Or I'll slice you open for the buzzards!" He breathed heavily, fearing for what the assailant would do next. (i literally spent the last hour again reading fanfiction what is my lif e)
Sterling grabbed for another bolt and inched forwards, keeping silent as his footsteps scraped against the leafy ground. Another click resonated through the tense air as he loaded up the said bolt, letting out a breath as he sighted it in on where he had heard the voice once more. "And I'll shoot you through the heart!" He had heard his bolt strike some sort of metal, so he decided that was unlikely. Oh well, the head was a nice place to hit... his crossbow would certainly go through it like a hot knife through butter. Sterling's lips twitched upwards at that sick thought as he closed his left eye, using his right to really get in on the sighting. Finger carefully placed over the trigger, he was ready to fire at any moment.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 10:57:08 GMT -5
Jamison, now in complete panic, quickly pulled out one of his shrapnel bombs. Holding onto the tin can base, he yanked the string out of the top. As the bomb began to let out a long hiss, he hurled it towards where the crossbow fire had come from. "I warned you!" He yelled as he silently prayed that he would hit his target. If he happened to throw the bomb too far overhead, his attacker would only receive a few scratches.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 22, 2016 11:34:26 GMT -5
(only on for a couple of minutes!)
Sterling heard the hissing before the bomb went off, diving to the side and throwing his backpack in front of him in an effort to protect himself from the shrapnel that came flying at the man as a small explosion rang the air. He heard a ping of metal against plastic, and a feeling of something hitting his helmet, and he knew that without his helmet that that piece of shrapnel would have struck his head. And it just might have been fatal. Letting out a hiss of his own, Sterling fired his crossbow into the trees where the bomb had been thrown, instantly grabbing another bolt and loading it up. His eyes narrowed on the sights as he did so, using the sharp scope to his major advantage.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 11:47:25 GMT -5
Jamison flinched as the bolt struck the ground in front of him. Before he could react, a lightbulb went off in his head. He quickly grabbed the bolt and ripped it from the earth. He stuck it between his arm and torso, and let out a fake cry of agony as he flopped backwards onto the ground, playing dead. As he lay on the ground with his eyes shut, he hoped silently that whoever was shooting at him would fall for it.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 22, 2016 12:02:07 GMT -5
Sterling flinched as he heard the cry, grabbing his backpack and swinging it around his back as he stood up. Had he hit the attacker? He swore he heard it strike the ground first. But nevermind that, with as much caution as he could he clicked the bolt into place and hoisted it up to his face to aim it as he inched forwards, knowing from past experiences and the hard way, that this could very well be a trick. Sterling brushed through the foliage and came across the dude, his hands gripping the crossbow harsher and finger beginning to squeeze the trigger as he noticed this was indeed a trick. The crossbow bolt was stuck between this guy's arm and chest, and there was no blood... "Don't. Move." Sterling growled, aiming right at this dude's head.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 12:07:00 GMT -5
Jamison was breathing heavily through his respirator now, realizing his plan had failed. Words failed him- He had no clue what he could say. His spear was just out of reach and a shrapnel bomb this close would kill him. He stared directly at the man with the crossbow, his gaze occasionally drifting to the bolt aimed at his face.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 22, 2016 12:20:39 GMT -5
Knew it. Sterling thought, staring back at the man through his tinted visor on his helmet. Keeping eyes on the man before him, and still aiming right at his face, Sterling had failed to notice the spear or the shrapnel bombs nearby, but then again either of them would not be effective against the young man without hurting the owner. "Who are you?" His voice was no more than a low growl, his dark amber eyes narrowing once more on the sights.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 12:25:50 GMT -5
"Why do you care?" Jamison spoke in his shaky voice. "For all you care, I'm just a guy trying to get by in this sh*thole we call a world." He didn't dare move, in case it would cause the man to fire a bolt into his head. "You shouldn't have crept up on me. I wouldn't have attacked you otherwise."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 22, 2016 14:49:53 GMT -5
"I wasn't creeping up on you!" Well, he sort of was, but Sterling wasn't thinking about that right now. He was obviously more focused on the other man right now, and a good comeback remark if necessary. "I was just trying to get out of Merryville! Until you came crashing through with your goddamn spear and threw a f/cking shrapnel bomb at me!" It wasn't often when Sterling swore, but those words easily tumbled out of his mouth covered with poison.
(not much, in school rn)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 15:02:38 GMT -5
"Lies!" Jamison's trust was very low. "I know your plans! You were going to kill me and take my supplies!" With a lapse of judgement he scrambled to his feet and ran for his life, grabbing his spear and the pack with most of his supplies as he ran. His breath quickened as he picked up speed, trying to get away from the person who had shot at him.
(Same here)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 16:59:05 GMT -5
(mep)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 22, 2016 18:03:43 GMT -5
hulloooo
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 22, 2016 19:55:23 GMT -5
(I'm hereish)
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 23, 2016 8:35:15 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." 》Hi, sorry for poofing! I've gotten pretty busy lately.《
{{ Paul nodded his head as he listened, understanding what the man meant and how he felt. He liked the fact that Zeke was at least trying to keep up the conversation. The fast pace he'd chosen helped, too, because even though the doctor was exhausted, he liked to try to be ahead of schedule. "I don't remember my family too much, either. Just they were doctors and..." He trailed off, remembering the way his father used to smile at him, so proud and pleased of his son taking an interest in his practice. "They taught me what I know. They were both doctors. But that's about all I remember, just me studying with them." He missed them, even missed his mother's scolding when he messed up. }}
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 23, 2016 15:33:50 GMT -5
(hep?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 23, 2016 16:25:09 GMT -5
"Lies!" Jamison's trust was very low. "I know your plans! You were going to kill me and take my supplies!" With a lapse of judgement he scrambled to his feet and ran for his life, grabbing his spear and the pack with most of his supplies as he ran. His breath quickened as he picked up speed, trying to get away from the person who had shot at him. (Same here) Sterling just stood there, watching in pure and utter bewilderment as the dude just booked it out of there as fast as he could go. What the hell was that? Sterling let out an annoyed sigh and tore his eyes off of the dude to focus himself on grabbing his bolts and throwing them back into his quiver for later use. This had been a weird experience, and he hoped that that guy would turn around and realize well, this guy isn't chasing me. Growling slightly out of annoyance, Sterling refocused himself on his earlier task of getting to either Bel-Ridge or Milton, stomping out the fire that the guy had left and continuing on his way.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 23, 2016 23:31:11 GMT -5
"Lies!" Jamison's trust was very low. "I know your plans! You were going to kill me and take my supplies!" With a lapse of judgement he scrambled to his feet and ran for his life, grabbing his spear and the pack with most of his supplies as he ran. His breath quickened as he picked up speed, trying to get away from the person who had shot at him. (Same here) Sterling just stood there, watching in pure and utter bewilderment as the dude just booked it out of there as fast as he could go. What the hell was that? Sterling let out an annoyed sigh and tore his eyes off of the dude to focus himself on grabbing his bolts and throwing them back into his quiver for later use. This had been a weird experience, and he hoped that that guy would turn around and realize well, this guy isn't chasing me. Growling slightly out of annoyance, Sterling refocused himself on his earlier task of getting to either Bel-Ridge or Milton, stomping out the fire that the guy had left and continuing on his way. (I'm not really sure where to continue from here)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 23, 2016 23:48:48 GMT -5
(same here tbh)
(i think im just going to leave sterling open)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 24, 2016 0:29:46 GMT -5
(same)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 26, 2016 1:15:51 GMT -5
boop?
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Post by alfred on Nov 26, 2016 22:09:51 GMT -5
{ so sorry for the absence. i've been kind of busy with thanksgiving break. i swear, i'll be back tomorrow some time with a few replies. maybe we can finalize a plot and get this thing rolling. again, sorry and see you all soon! }
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 26, 2016 22:12:13 GMT -5
it's fine, no worries!! everyone kinda gets busy around this time
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 26, 2016 22:14:10 GMT -5
(Sorry I wasn't here for so long. Is there anywhere were I can jump in?)
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