AtomicNut

Teenage Wasteland

I'm waiting for a hero too. Uh. I mean, others. Yes.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

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Specific about what? We're gonna need some specifics here xD

@Vocab

Very well, I shall be less polite and more specific.

I DO find your post being a little too metagaming for my actual taste. The particular reference to an "idiot who could be there" is suspicious in my opinion.

Also, I do like to note normal explosive grenades are designed to clear out rooms with explosive force. They aren't demolition charges. Blow a door off the hinges? Yes, they can do that. They can't punch through well built walls. Claiming to demolish the surrounding and the doors seems a bit excessive in my humble opinion for the actual payload a grenade has (because if grenades could do that, they would be very damn unsafe to use indoors). It only adds to my suspicion.

All in all, I was hoping for others to reread the post carefully, and point out if it was just my bias as affected player and his character, but to be honest, the more i think on it, the less I like it.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

@Temperance Different places.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Was it me, or that post seemed a little itty bitty too specific?

Teenage Wasteland

Yarr I be a pirate.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

"A drink AND business." Caroline giggled slightly. "Just like the kind of thing I do, really." The french vampire cooed, gently leading Klaus by the arm towards the entrance of the club. A large, well muscular bouncer turned their attention to them, his gaze appraising what sort of customers they where.

"Hello Johann." Caroline chided, and the bouncer's pokerface melted in a friendly smile as he opened the door.

"Ma'am." He added with a slight curtsy, inviting them in, as if they were old acquaintances. It was at this point when Caroline tilted her head.

"How are things?" She smiled, confirming the fact that the bouncer and she knew eachother. A little small talk, even if unsubstantial never hurt.

"Same old, Ma'am. Amanda's still in her rebellious teenager stage." The bouncer shook his head. "It's driving me and May nuts. As if managing the club wasn't enough." The bouncer sighed.

"Hang in there, Johann. She'll grow up." Caroline replied. "Ah, by the way, this fine gentleman is Klaus. He's an old friend of mine."

"Pleased to make you acquaintance, sir." The bouncer nodded as Caroline led Klaus inside. The faint rythmical thumping of heavy metal bass grew increasingly louder, as the smell of drinks and smoke invaded their nostrils. Inside the club, lowly illuminated by faint lights, as more than a hundred bodies dressed in subculture fashion danced, drank and squirmed together.

Moses raised the staff and divided the waters. Caroline didn't even need to make a gesture. All in a sudden the hundred clubbers looked at her and quickly parted to the sides, each one with a slight polite nod of servitude and acquaintance. Klaus could recognize that many of the clubbers had been in the earlier "fan craze" prank.

"I told you, place of trust." Caroline beamed with glee. "Carry on, I'm just here for a drink."It was totally worth to bend the rules for this. She added mentally.

And then the rave resumed, but not before the participants tastefully cleared a path to a VIP booth in the club. Many of them had a familiar tatoo, a serpent eating its tail, the same symbol as Caroline's medallion. Her minions.

She sat down in the table, indicating Klaus to do the same, as a waitress approached her no sooner she had finished accomodating.

"Hello May." Caroline didn't even need to turn to know who she was. There she was standing, a woman in her 40's, still in clothes that only a teenager would dare to wear, showing off a large pattern of tattoos all over her body. Her short, brown hair had been dyed in blue highlights, and her brown eyes scanned the newcomer. Even if she was starting the signs of age, the overall look and clothes looked good on her still.

"Hello, 'line." She added, correcting herself when she noticed the other figure besides her. "I mean, lady Caroline. I didn't know you uh.. had esteemed guests." She hesitated for a bit, before venturing "What can I...uh...get you?"

"Reconstituents. Vintage." Caroline said in a stern tone. Those were keywords. Human Blood. With the recipient. Eyeing the waitress intently, she decided to break the ice with some smalltalk. She doesn't like spotting other vampires than me, she needs to learn to hide it better... "I heard Amanda's giving trouble. Maybe I should have a talk with her from aunt to niece."

That seemed to hit the spot. May's face relaxed. "Nah, won't be necessary. Got her grounded. Just a bit." She ventured, as she wrote Caroline's request in her notebook.

"20 years, 30? We don't serve anything less than 18 aged. Strong or delicate flavour?" The waitress repeated, winking slightly at Klaus.

"Flirt." Caroline muttered under he breath.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Itchy. Tasty.

Teenage Wasteland

Charon stopped, his fist clenching tightly. "Ha. That's funny actually. The loyal servant willing to stab the leader in the back for her own good." The medic smirked and decided to not give more thought to the whole act. Things had gone downhill. Until gears in his mind clicked. They turned. Since plan B is no good and I just drank a vial of tainted blood, let's try plan C...

"You should've stepped as surrogate mother sooner." Charles muttered under his breath. "Lots of standoffish stuff could've been avoided if she just listened." He added, facepalming. "Fine, I suppose I could do that. I could help you make her look strong." Charon added, noting his stomach slightly upset, maybe because of the blood. "And make you betray her." He cleared his throat.

" Will you risk all your trust in this gamble, I wonder." Charon said. "Responsability is a term you should begin to understand." He paused. "For example, I have assumed the responsability of dying. The responsability of not saving other factions..." He added. "Think about it carefully. You'll have to."

He began to walk. "I'll now quarantine myself for a while, see how it goes. If i survive this..." Charon paused. "...I know of a way she will stay both strong and controlled. Put me to her side." The medic mused. "And make her come to see me alone without any kind of security whatsoever. I don't care if you've got to deceive her. But she needs some old fashioned parenting and scolding."

"Don't worry, I won't kill her." Charon added as an afterthought. "I mean, I'm still a good person. Just crazy and focused on finding a cure."

And with that, Charon trailed off to somewhere he could read and rest.

Teenage Wasteland

@Otaku95Couple of questions...

1-It seems that among the maelstrom two new people have appeared, and might need reviewing.

2-What are the symptoms of the virus and the onset time?

Alien: Fall of Earth (Sci-fi roleplay, 3/10)

Still accepting?