Bisexual
Puck
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Post by Puck on Jun 10, 2017 10:53:15 GMT -5
((I'm so honored to be westley, im lov him))
((also I'm good with the whole long reply sorta thing but I gotta ask, do I format my reply in the way that you have yours (like the title being the character's name & everything?) & if so, is there a template out there I can use because my coding is Bad))
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 11:49:33 GMT -5
( I wouldn't worry about the formatting, Puck. Unless Al disagrees, you should be good just doing your own thing. ^v^ )
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jun 10, 2017 12:15:36 GMT -5
{{ oh boy oh boy oh boy i'm so excited! //jumps up and squeals it's going to take me a while to respond, but are we just somewhat introducing our characters to the storyline or what exactly?
just so i can have a clear understanding of where to throw my character in without completely flopping hehe c: }}
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 12:36:52 GMT -5
( Correct, Meg. Introduction, and following Addy into the meeting room. )
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Bisexual
Lea
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Post by Lea on Jun 10, 2017 13:37:36 GMT -5
Let us start by setting the scene. A room, appearance similar to that of a class room, or perhaps a doctor's office. Small, boxed, a desk at the head of the room, a carpet laid on the ground, a bookshelf full of books who's spines read something from Hospitality 101 to The Psychology of the First Born. While most of Tier 3 was specialized labor, hard work, and expertise, Louisa Cermak, born of Tier 2, was not good at lifting and carrying and things along those lines. No, she was much better at talking, helping, and teaching clients. Her specialized labor was, what she liked to call, Moral Support. She was good with people and she was well-known for this, often considered an expert in the area. Much of what she knew, however, came from mostly observation and reading. She was an extremely capable analytic who was so well-versed at her job, it has hard to surprise her anymore. What people had to tell her, well more often than not she had heard it before. Family issues, post partem, dealing with death, all of these she knew well. Speaking of which, she was currently in the middle of a session. However, she was not at her desk, no rather, she was sitting in a chair, made by her late grandfather, and her client was laying on a cot. From much of what she had read, she knew that this type of therapy was Psychotherapy. Not the most practiced anymore, but this particular client responded better to silence than an active listener.
This person was ranting about something or other, they seemed frantic and near hysteria. Lousia only calmly sat there, tapping on her knee, listening closely but making no sign that she was. After a few more taps, which we now know to be her way of keeping time, she spoke, "Mr. Haith, our time is up." The man sat up, he was young and dressed as though he had just come from hard labor. He wreaked of sweat and was in desperate need of a shower, but Lousia did not flinch at this. He sighed, then slid out of the cot and nodded a curt nod, his way of saying goodbye, and exited. Lousia rose from her spot, as soon as he was gone, and strode over to her desk, lifting a piece of Government paper in her hand, she did not recognize the handwriting, but she knew it was urgent. She pursed her lips, then set the paper back on the desk, grabbing an over-the-shoulder bag from the ground and proceeding to exit her room.
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Louisa did not recognize any of the others around her. After a long, grueling and incredibly confusing walk from the upper area's of Tier 3 to the upper area's of Tier 2 she was winded and not at all interested in being here, much unlike her. Maybe it was because she wasn't exactly on time or perhaps it was because she had pretty much run here or maybe even it was because it's a long walk from Tier 3 to Tier 2, but she wasn't having it.
There weren't as many others as she was expecting, entering the room that she assumed they had all been called to. Just maybe a handful. She followed in suit behind the others, entering the room Of course, the handful thought was gone in a matter of seconds as there were more chairs that she had fingers in the room. The set up was incredible, it had been a long time since she had been able to breathe this well. She inhaled, cherishing the freshness.
As soon as she had had her share of air, she quickly took a seat, her attention caught by a man in an orange jumpsuit. She raised an eyebrow, curious to why he was dressed so vibrant for such a meeting, but it didn't really shock her. Some people are just strange like that, she thought to herself, clasping her hands in front of her on the table and waiting for the meeting to start. She hoped that she was here for something important, like she believed, and not some silly meeting meant to waste her time..
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Jun 10, 2017 14:09:30 GMT -5
The hallway was near dead silent. Aside from the constant, whispering click of the ticking clock, no sounds were made. The clock struck 7:57. Eva rotated her shoulders and cracked her neck, and the two other guards cast a quick glance at the woman. She returned a sidelong glance at the 20-something man to her immediate left, and his head snapped back into place, staring straight forward. Eva stood still in front of the heavy vault door, hands clasped firmly behind her back, feet spread shoulder-width, her entire body ached as she stood in the same place she'd been for the past eight hours. Night shifts were brutal, especially with a post as important and boring as vault duty. Eva didn't get to see the sunrise, she had no indicator of the passage of time aside from the small clock ticking away in the corner of the white room. 7:58. The fluorescent lights above cast a brutally unnatural glow over herself and the two men, and as far as she was concerned, it could very easily still be pitch black outside. Her tired eyes blinked slowly, the moment that they closed, she felt like she could fall right asleep. Still, they snapped back open and she scanned the room. To Eva's left, a young, pasty white man with a mop of curly blonde hair tied back in a small ponytail. He had a couple of inches on her and a couple tens of pounds on her as well, but that didn't change the fact that she trained him, and he harbored some sort of terrified respect for the woman. In the corner, another older guard, a Latino man with short, greying hair. He leaned against the wall near the door, staring at the clock with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 7:59. "You know," the older man spoke, pushing himself off of the wall and breaking the perfect stillness of the room in a way that seemed almost criminal. "I don't think anyone's going to mind if I start my shift one minute early, Lucy." Before this moment, Eva could have easily been a statue (with moving eyes), though now her head turned to face the man with the entirety of her cold gaze. "You're so incredibly sweet for offering, but I think I'll pass." Sarcasm dripped like venom from her mouth. Her voice was akin to that of someone who had just woken up, gravelly, low, and a tiny bit incomprehensible. "You're not going to be written up for leaving a minute early." His exasperated reply came with him throwing a hand up and a pair of black brows furrowing. This was met by the corners of Eva's lips turning down into some sort of disgusted scowl before she stared straight forward once again. The room now screamed with an uncomfortable tension, and the moment that these two stopped sharing a space could not come fast enough. 8:00. It seemed that only the young man noticed the time. "Ms. Abbott. Your, uh, shift is up." He managed to get out, very awkwardly and quietly. "You don't talk during your shift." Eva returned very quickly, earning a stunned open-mouthed silence from the blonde, strutting out of the room, and shouldering past the older man who immediately took her place in front of the vault door. "Yes," The elder of the two men added. "God forbid you disturb all of the seeds." He pointed his thumb back towards the vault door, sharing a small grin with the other guard before clasping his hands behind his back, straightening up his back and staring straight forward. 8:01.----- Now freed from the narrow hallway, Eva got to see the sky out of the massive glass panels that constituted the majority of the city's walls. She found herself marveling at the fact that, despite her nightmare of interacting with her ex-boyfriend coming true, the world had not in fact ended. Catching a glimpse of herself in the window's reflection, she grimaced before turning against the river of tier 1 workers flooding in for their shifts for the day. It took a number of hours, and Eva wanted nothing more than to go to sleep during the walk, but she made it to tier 2. She was practically at her apartment, she could almost feel herself setting down into her bed and sleeping the next ten hours away. Instead, she made her way to a public bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror as an old woman washed her hands to her right. She was visibly exhausted, her eyes drooped and bright red blood vessels indicated that she hadn't been asleep in something close to 24 hours. She quickly raked her hands through her hair so that it'd lay flatter. Her clothes were fine, same plain black pants and plain dark grey shirt as she'd put on hours ago. She stared at herself for a moment before sweeping out of the bathroom.
Meetings weren't a surprise for Eva, she'd attend a meeting anywhere between three times a week to once a month, depending on the matters on hand. Currently, she was in an odd middle ground, having to attend a meeting about once a week. However, reaching the designated room surprised her. She was immediately met by an assault on her eyes, some younger man in a neon orange jumpsuit. He certainly didn't seem to be a person who'd go to the same meeting as her, she raised an eyebrow but quickly decided to mind her own business, staring around the room briefly. She was the second person to arrive at this point -- she'd been fairly early -- and so she took the chair nearest the door, quickly leaning forward, pouring herself a glass of water, only to down half of it in one go, refill it nearly to the brim and then proceed to sip on it.
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jun 10, 2017 14:24:33 GMT -5
{{ oh boy, these starters are amazing asdfghjkl i have to poof for a while, but i will be back to respond!
hopefully while i'm away, a miracle of muse will come to me and a starter will flow right onto the page when i return c: }}
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 14:55:55 GMT -5
For as long as Yong could remember, she had always- more than anything- wanted to see a tiger. Even a picture of one- anything to give the name in her head a face, one with teeth and claws, and great black stripes, just as her granddad said he'd heard about from his very own mother.
Of course, there were no tigers anymore. Not even a book about them, let alone a picture. She'd probably never see anything even close to that massive cat her grandfather had always rambled about, and she supposed that was just her luck… Call it the luck of the failing human race.
‘We're not failing.’
Briefly, ages ago, she'd mumbled this very sentiment around her mother. The woman had been scrubbing their table clean, so hard that Yong was sure it'd have been polished and sanded by the time she was finished. After hearing her daughter's words, she'd paused, ever so briefly, with her reddened, callused hands clenched tight around the rag she'd held.
‘I don't want to hear you talking like that, Yong,’ she'd chided.
‘But it's true!’ With all the pride packed down into that little chest of hers, it wasn't surprising when Yong immediately went to rebuke her mother's words.
‘If we aren't failing, how come there's no tigers left? Why can't we leave the scraper, huh?’
Chao Sun, the wife of a certain Will Rebinski, had looked quite peeved just then. No, more than peeved, she'd looked mad- her posture going straight backed and eyes burning holes into her daughter's skin. Yong had immediately wanted to swallow her tongue just then. She'd pushed her luck far out of reach, and no amount of stretching to grab it could save her now, she was sure.
‘Yong Li Rebinski, I do not want to hear you mention any of those ridiculous stories again. Your grandfather was telling you fairy tales- myths and legends- and you and your father were just imaginative enough to believe him. Now go and do your chores, before I loose my patience with you and your pessimism!’
Yong hadn't the need to be told twice. She'd practically rocketed from the room, taking the ideas of her silly myths and legends with her, and away from her mother's round and reddened face.
She'd been about ten, then.
Fifteen years later, she still believed in tigers, and wanted more than anything to find one.
She wanted to leave thes scrapers behind.
- - - When Yong had first been called out to attend some meeting of particular importance that day, perhaps it was vaguely surprising that the young woman's first reaction hadn't been excitement.
“Your father says it's important,” her mother stated, her eyes glued to the back of her daughter's head as she combed knots from her hair. Chao Sun was always like that, and always had been like that; she was always lurking, always looming, always nagging at you for the ultimate reason that was- quite simply- because she could. Yong loved her, of course, but she couldn't help but feel that, perhaps, her mother was the reason she felt as if the anticipation had been sucked right out of her that day; because of her mother's overbearing presence, and Yong’s petty little drive to rebel.
“Dad says everything is important,” the younger of the two countered, her dark eyes focused solely upon the top buttons of her shirt. Hooking one small black disk into place, and then another, her slight hands went nimbly up the line, only stumbling when her mother yanked a particularly stubborn tangle from her hair.
“Don't talk bad about your father,” the woman warned.
“I'm not talking bad about my father, I'm saying he uses the word ‘important’ a lot!”
Yong was almost certain that the bitter old housewife had ripped the knot from her hair simply spite her.
Turning on her heel, her short brows begging to draw close, Yong had to use far more willpower than she rightly liked in order to keep herself from shooting the woman a glare. “There,” she said, her voice ever so faintly laced with impatience. “Do I look ready to meet the bureaucracy?”
Watching as her mother's dark eyes went flicking up and down her frame, it was only after the woman's soured expression lessened that Yong felt as if she could finally breathe.
“You look like your father's daughter.”
Yong supposed that was close enough to a compliment.
Darting forward quickly, she pressed a light kiss to the apple of her mother's cheek, and then she was off. Off and to a room that contained something entirely unexpected.
Blinding, blinding orange.
“That's quite a gaudy color, you know.”
As she'd slid into the room, her eyes watching the young man she'd discovered there warily, Yong had let the words tumble from her mouth before she could even think of stopping them. Of course, she didn't mean to sound rude, just as she didn't mean to look the stranger up and down like a creature newly discovered; but the cringe of her brow and condescending lilt to her tone had made themselves apparent regardless of her intentions.
Did I get here at a bad time?
Closing the door behind her, Yong briefly took a moment to straighten her attire, and tuck her hair behind her ears. She'd taken a bit if a longer route to get to town hall- one with less traffic, but more steps due. She knew it like the back of her hand, just as she knew every street, thanks to the blueprints constantly kept safe beneath her fingertips.
Yong was in charge of keeping the scraper’s layout well read, well understood, never undiscovered. It had formerly been her father's job, and it had landed he and his family safely up in tier two. Yong, as a result, took up his position with much pride stored within her.
“Working in the aqueducts, I assume?”
The question came out in one curt, brisk line- almost dull with disinterest, though she truly felt nothing if the sort. Still, if she noticed this error, she didn't let on to it as she let her round and girlish face turn towards the other occupants if the room. With her dark hair combed sleek and orderly, her shoulders set firmly back, she practically radiated pride and stiff morals as she gazed at the strangers around her.
Why am I even speaking?
She couldn't help but wonder this as she sucked in a breath of crisp air, and quickly took her place in one of the open seats.
Didn't grandad say that tigers were orange?
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 10, 2017 14:59:28 GMT -5
[ oml i got posts to catch up on
gonna finish my form Right Now ayy ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 15:41:35 GMT -5
( Good luck, my scone child. )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 10, 2017 16:27:48 GMT -5
[ thanks, u american heathen <3 ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 16:30:15 GMT -5
( how dare you call me a heathen i'll spit freedom on you for that )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 10, 2017 16:46:25 GMT -5
[ ew keep your dirty freedom off of me i'll start growing an eagle beak or smth ]
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Post by alfred on Jun 10, 2017 16:59:21 GMT -5
(( Hey! I'm on mobile so I can't really talk but I wanted to let you all know I won't be on till late tomorrow. I've my sister's grad party to celebrate. Woohoo.
Everything's looking great!! ))
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 10, 2017 17:31:43 GMT -5
( Yes, that is exactly what will happen, Blue. Exactly.
Congrats to your sister, Al!! <3 )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 10, 2017 18:35:33 GMT -5
[ //shivers with revulsion
woo have fun alf!! congrats to your sister c':
aight i'll inevitably end up tweaking but i'm done w me form for now <3 ]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 21:18:22 GMT -5
wheeze i'll get my reply as soon as i'm able - just got off work today and i have family staying the night and tomorrow...so that will cut into my writing time ;x;
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Post by 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 on Jun 11, 2017 13:41:19 GMT -5
{{ welp, i'm not going to be able to get a starter posted today as i will be out most of the day, but definitely going to try tomorrow! }}
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Jun 11, 2017 20:47:45 GMT -5
((Hi!))
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Post by alfred on Jun 12, 2017 19:48:46 GMT -5
(( my glorified plumber's subtle but insane transformation from baked potato to wild tiger. it's happening. also, smh on addy's jumpsuit. damn. haha.
i'll give you all a bit more time to get your starters up but i'll probably respond with a second post tomorrow. got to get this thing moving! ))
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 12, 2017 19:53:02 GMT -5
( Addy the Neon Tiger and former Baked-Potato-Good-Boy™. Addy could have dressed better, but at the same time, I expect nothing less of him.
TAKE YO TIME~ <3 )
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Post by alfred on Jun 12, 2017 20:05:19 GMT -5
(( he came straight from work, my dude, where neon orange is uniform. code for this dude may or may not be a walking, talking and breathing biohazard. honestly, i just imagine everyone crouched on one side of the table and addy twiddling his thumbs, totally oblivious on the other. OML, he's the potato in the game hot potato. ))
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 12, 2017 20:09:21 GMT -5
( I have one question for you, and that is: What is Addy? besides a potato, that is )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 12, 2017 20:18:32 GMT -5
[ aa i have the day off work tomorrow so i'll definitely get my starter up then :')
once i wake up from the 300 day nap i feel like taking ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 13, 2017 11:44:21 GMT -5
( a 300 day nap is nothing. Make it 301. )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 13, 2017 13:18:35 GMT -5
[ i'll make it 3001 that'll show u for questioning my nap abilities ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 13, 2017 18:39:39 GMT -5
( no-- no, blue! you're flying too close to the sun! the nap sun! YOU'LL BURN UP! )
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Post by alfred on Jun 14, 2017 15:13:03 GMT -5
(( or- OR we'll have a power outage and i won't respond till wednesday night. :/
it was so freaking hot the other day. like HALLELUJAH I MADE IT OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF HELL INTO A SEMI COOL PURGATORY W/ A NICE LITTLE BREEZE INSTEAD OF THE RAGING INFERNO THAT WAS LATE AFTERNOON YESTERDAY. i'm saved.
anywhos. . i'll have a response posted in a few. ))
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 14, 2017 15:20:43 GMT -5
aw noo alf :c
it didn't rain for like a month here and now it's just decided to rain every day all the time forever
anyway i did write half a post last night work today killed me so i'm gonna shove out the rest of it asap before i give up for the day ahaa
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jun 14, 2017 15:22:31 GMT -5
( dear lord Al are YOU GOOD
It was very hot yesterday I recall this and agree with you. Not as bad as Virginia but Indiana's definitely putting all its cards up on the table.
TAKE YA TIME. )
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