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Post by antpelts on Aug 1, 2016 21:23:03 GMT -5
(i really want to reply but im so exhausted ill be here tomorrow i hope)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 21:42:07 GMT -5
[ That's fine, antpelts! I probably won't be on too much longer anyways. Hope to see you then! ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 2, 2016 12:03:12 GMT -5
(ok band camp lunch break and im not really sure how to respond to the starter. maybe because im exhausted though.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 18:20:46 GMT -5
[ Ehhhh. Sorry for being so inactive these past few days. Work is a complete bummer. This'll be my last week, though, before classes and everything so my replies should become more frequent then. Again, thank you all for waiting.
Band camp! Bwa, the good ol' days. That's fine! I've got a few more things to finish up but I'm going to throw up another starter for a pair of twins. They're stuck traveling in the storm, similar to Finn and Marley's position, but they're physically caught in it desperately looking for shelter. Maybe they stumble across the place your charries are staying at? ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 3, 2016 18:32:20 GMT -5
(yeah that sounds great. im excited to rp with you! and dont worry about inactivity ive been busy too with band camp.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 18:38:24 GMT -5
[ Bwa, as am I! This rp's going to be great. ^^ Thanks! What's your show like this year? If you don't mind my asking. . My sister's doing one titled Nevermore. It's center is the poem by Edgar Alan Poe. It's got great music and - fingers crossed - some wicked looking prop pieces. They're trying to get a flag made in the form of a black bird. So excited! ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 3, 2016 18:42:41 GMT -5
(weve never used props before but we just started setting dots this week were halfway through setting the second movement we havent added like visual moves yet besides the marching. we might do kneels and stuff. our show is called MYSTery.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 19:08:15 GMT -5
[ MYSTery, seems interesting. c: Sorry for the poof. I'm currently at my Grandmother's house but as soon as I get home tomorrow I'll work on getting a starter posted for Ben. I'll be plenty active this week. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 6, 2016 19:28:01 GMT -5
(the music is pretty neat honestly. im not good at playing but im trying and i can actually play some stuff! im excited to respond to this starter heh cant wait.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 20:50:25 GMT -5
the other side of milton, oregon // Ben & Bradley (11:00 a.m.)
It had been a peaceful morning. Surprisingly enough, they had plenty of those now. A veil of silence had fallen over the world - turning cities into ghost towns, towns into wastelands, and homes to tombs. The normal chatter that filled mornings with purpose had all but vanished, leaving nothing but the howling of wind. The change had been somewhat unsettling at first. Before it, the world had erupted with noise - sirens, screams, a fiery thunder. Ben's ears still rang at the sudden halt. With time, though, he grew to welcome it. It allowed for quick observation - something that may have just saved both his and his brother's life this once peaceful morning.
The pack had arrived without much warning. They were better at stealth now that their hunger was, by some means, satisfied. It was when they hit the door - realizing that the bolt was fastened - that they became frantic. The frenzied mob wailed and thundered down the halls, looking for another way in but Ben and his brother had already found their way out.
The storm had been nothing but a small flurry this morning. The grey glow they'd come to welcome as daylight had barely shown. Now, though, it raged. Snow fell in solid sheets, allowing for little visibility. Tethered around both men's waists was a length of rope, drawn taut as one brother pulled the next through three feet of snow.
Everything weighed heavy and stuck like glue by sweat and water. His limbs ached from his near struggle through drifts of billowing snow and his heart thudded against his chest with an effort he hadn't exerted since he first tried out for his high school football team. He felt they'd been wandering for ages and yet, there was no end to the vast ocean of white.
Pulling his scarf down, he turned back to his brother - his face red and numb. The goggles he wore over his eyes offered little protection as snow stung his cheeks and nose. "We've got to call it," he called over the rising wind. "I can't see a damn thing!" He gripped the straps of his pack, preparing to drop his things and start on a shelter. All he needed was his brother's say so.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 20:52:14 GMT -5
[ I am so sorry that took that long. I've been busy. xp That's awesome, about your show. Honestly, it all comes with time. I was horrible my first few years but became quite good by the end of it all. I wish you luck! ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 0:17:27 GMT -5
Moving through a snow storm with a prosthetic leg was definitely not easy. Combine that with already deep snow and being bundled as best you could. Now add the fact that your travel partner is short a right arm. The point being- Finley and Montgomery were moving far slower than they wanted. The more they tried to progress the more energy they expelled, they were no better than exhausted as they crossed through this bleak wasteland. Honestly, Finley was sure they were both on their way to freezing to death.
Montgomery had pulled ahead a bit, his dark coat stuck out against the landscape and for a moment Finley found themselves feeling immensely grateful that they weren't alone. Sure- the conditions were less than ideal but here they were with their friend. If you had to be stuck with anyone you'd hope it was someone you could put up with, someone who respected you. Someone who was maybe a little more faithful than any family. Montgomery was the reason Finley could keep their chipper attitude, they were always that person. The person who smiled for no reason, the person who everyone said keep spirits up. But Finley would have to disagree the only thing that kept the duo moving was Montgomery's perseverance.
But even that was running out. So seeing two dark shapes on the horizon had helped morale a bit. Maybe they could get some help. They had no means of shelter. They had hoped to be a lot farther along than they were. But who could help that. As the duo picked up the pace, Finley lumbering along as quickly as they could to keep up with their friend, Montgomery began to wave his arm, hoping to get the attention of those on the horizon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 14:08:14 GMT -5
[ Hey! I'm just waiting to see if stormsong will reply. Their character is Bradley. c: I'm working on a few characters but I'll be here for most of the night. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 14:51:48 GMT -5
(ok!! im really excited to get more into this rp tbh)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 16:13:21 GMT -5
[ I know! Everyone's been kind of busy, I think. School starts up this month and the likes. I've got a couple more charries in the works. Maybe we could jump in elsewhere with a pre-existing group? They could be held up somewhere, trying to wait the storm out while simultaneously trying to avoid their like-minded cohabitants - the infected. Like, they're basically trapped in some room by both storm and infected. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 19:14:15 GMT -5
(sure!!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 19:38:37 GMT -5
[ WOO. Okay, awesome. I've got Malachi and Blake. I'll finish their character sheets sometime tonight but, in the meantime, did you just want to whip up a short explanation on why they're all together? ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 19:45:21 GMT -5
(hm. well we can disregard where fin and mont were in my last post bc i dont wanna make more chars currently ha. maybe we could have the whole they both went for shelter and ended up in the same place and they dont trust each other but theyre stuck there? also do you have any plans for romance? because we could get some good angst here.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 19:53:32 GMT -5
[ That's fine. c; And sounds like a plan. As of now, I've no plans for romance. Most of my charries are all still pretty new so I'm clueless. xp
I'm working on a starter. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 20:00:48 GMT -5
(ok!! ahh all my chars are ocs i already have. and considering theyre both not straight and stuff i thought id ask because it may be harder to find someone who might do a romance subplot. i know i love writing romance hah,,)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 20:06:08 GMT -5
[ I get it. cx Personally, I've never really wrote it myself before and it's a completely foreign concept in RL but I can give it a shot if you wanted. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 21:04:54 GMT -5
(ahh well if you want! im like 10000% a hopeless romantic so i love writing it and stuff. and angst is my fav too and with this whole thing i feel like angst could come easy.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 21:43:41 GMT -5
locked in a closet somewhere in oregon // Malachi & Blake, Finley & Montgomery (11:00 a.m.)
She looked miserable. Crouched in one corner - the farthest from the door - Blake cowered. Mal's blue ski coat consumed her. The top of her head - the hands clamp firmly over each ear - were barely seen as she rocked to and fro, her eyes shut tight. Mal stared at her through the dark, both sympathetic for the girl and terrified. She looked as though she sat on the verge of sanity, teetering ever so slightly toward madness. He'd tried as best he could to comfort her but there was only so much he could do. Only hours before, he'd met her, bursting free from a bunker set ablaze. Her eyes were wild - scared - and she'd screamed, falling into his arms. Once he'd assured her he meant no harm, she sat motionless, clinging to his shoulder as she stared into the fire.
You're okay. You're fine. You're going to be just fine.
What had happened there, trapped underground for God knows how long, was left to his imagination. Besides her name, she hadn't said a word. He'd tried for information - the basics - but she remained silent, only whimpering in response. He assumed time would speak for itself and, considering the amount they'd spent together, it was reasonable to suggest she wasn't over whatever had frightened her before.
He only sighed and shook his head, his eyes jumping to the door as another round of vicious thuds rattled the walls. There was a wail and he looked over to see Blake pressing her forehead into the corner, tears staining her cheeks. "Shhh." It was useless, but he rose and crossed the room to sit at her side. He pressed his back to the wall and laid a hand on her shoulder, letting it flutter in the air a moment as she trembled.
It wasn't till the noise died down again and her crying changed into a blank stare that he allowed himself to focus on their other counterparts. They'd crossed paths looking for shelter. Immediately, they'd been hesitant of the others company, only forced to interact directly when a passing pack corralled them into the room. He hadn't even got their names. Looking to each, he assessed them individually, not at all liking the outcomes. [ I think Blake might be mute. ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 21:44:57 GMT -5
[ Alright. c; I mean, it's whatever. We could roleplay a bit, get a feel for each others charries, and work from there. ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 21:46:25 GMT -5
(sure thing!! and ill start my response!! if anything maybe montgomery with a char of yours? i like writing romance with him. fin could work too though.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 21:53:07 GMT -5
[ Can't wait! ^^ That's fine. I've got Malachi and Ben, both of whom I'm not too sure of yet but I'm sure something will work out in the end. cx ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 10, 2016 22:15:47 GMT -5
The whole situation was a mess, that's what Finley had decided. Montgomery seemed to get increasingly more uncomfortable as time passed and with his track record Finley was a bit worried their friend would pick a fight. If you put an already irritable person in a high stress situation things were not going to go well. But Finley couldn't really blame him. With all the looting they had attempted together they didn't have the best luck finding Testosterone and adequate supplies to keep Montgomery on his dosage. But they managed as best they could with smaller doses and spacing them out when they could. But the lack of regular doses and full doses was not helping mood swings and the spottiness of his Testosterone upped his dysphoria. So new people were definitely pushing Montgomery over the edge now.
Once it became quiet again Finley steeled themselves for introductions. They were nervous. Beyond nervous. They hadn't had enough time to gauge these people because coming out and saying you used they, them, their as pronouns was not always met with a smile. But they didn't think they could be okay with being called a guy. They knew they looked more male, they were unable to shave and practical clothing made them look more masculine. But this silence between all of them was too much to handle and Finley was going to lose it if no one spoke up.
"Um- hey so I'm Finley and this is Montgomery," they said quickly, biting the inside of their cheek nervously. Montgomery let out a short huff in acknowledgement and with his one arm he half hugged himself, mostly in an attempt to cover his chest. They layers he had on hid his chest but know he was just..nervous. They were all in close quarters.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 20:04:03 GMT -5
[ I'm back. A tad busy but here. Sorry for the poof. :/ Working on a reply! ]
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Post by antpelts on Aug 11, 2016 20:27:04 GMT -5
(thats ok! welcome back!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 21:23:21 GMT -5
locked in a closet somewhere in oregon // Malachi & Blake, Finley & Montgomery
There were scratches at the door, an eerie whine and movement about the walls. All telltale signs that they were not yet alone. The pack's quiet interest could mean one of two things. Either they were losing hope at a decent meal or looking for another way in. Mal could only pray for the first. Though their attention wore thin, the storm was their only stopper from drifting off. It gave them a focus they wouldn't have otherwise. The longer the storm raged, the deeper their hunger would become. The greater the hunger, the more desperate they'd be to liberate their prey.
He'd never been more grateful for thick doors and heavy metal locks.
Stirring, he readjusted himself so that he slouched comfortably against the wall, Blake close by. She remained unresponsive - her expression vacant. Her dark hair hung in dirty strands, some sticking to her face by sweat and grime. She looked sickly pale - weak - and Mal couldn't help but find himself hoping this was temporary. In a situation such as this - with danger lurking so close - he couldn't afford extra baggage. These two included.
The room had no windows and was mostly dark aside from the dim glow that shone through the gap between the door and carpet. He could barely make out the other two. No doubt, they were experiencing the same. His dark complexion and drab clothes made him hard to spot in the dark. As one spoke, he focused on the direction, drawing lines where the figure ended and the wall began.
"Uh- Malachi. This is Blake," he said in response. "It's- uh- Well, I can't really say it's nice to meet yah." He snorted softly, smiling halfheartedly.
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