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Howdy, I'm Boston! I'm a mid-twenties gal from Southern US. I am a huge science geek, so most of my interest revolve around that. In terms of RPs, I am interested in:

Sci-Fi, more towards science. exploration, and space.
Post-Apocalyptic settings, like plagues, zombies, even natural disasters could be fun.
Horror, Call of Cthulhu, paranormal mysteries. Especially if it is like X-Files or Twin Peaks.

I prefer more small group RP or 1x1. Romance is fine with me, but no erp.

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In The Dead Don't Die: Paradise Lost. → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Here is Billie Atwood! I'll send in Diane's hopefully tomorrow
In The Dead Don't Die: Paradise Lost. → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Count me in!
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kajina Yates

Location: Anvil Station, Conference Room Seven
Skills: N/A



With the childish antics of Lance Corporal Holden, the stoic reputation of the ODST began to chip away in Yates mind. Shouldn’t those attitudes have been whipped out during basic training? Doubly so for an ODST. Yates rolled her eyes before shifting her attention towards Leland Summers. An uneasy feeling sunk in her stomach regarding the mission. If the distress beacon is now activated, why was it not activated in the years prior? Unless something within the system tripped, which seemed unlikely, someone had to activate it. Furthermore, how did it end up within that specific star system? What was its original course compared to the years it had been MIA?

“Sir, what was the UNSC Edge of Midnight’s original mission? What was its last location before it went missing in action?” Since Summers failed to mention this information, the anxious knot in her stomach grew. As for scuttling the ship if alien forces were present, this was standard protocol. Protecting UNSC property from the Banished or Covenant remnants remained a top priority.
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kajina Yates

Location: Anvil Station, Commissary.
Skills: N/A



Outside the commissary, Chur’R-Jev didn’t appear as talkative to Yates. Walking alongside the jackal unnerved the marine. In both the battlefield and in the training simulations they often fought against one another. To walk side by side with a jackal for something so banal as a conference meeting didn’t ease her worry. Additionally, why was her name called along with so many high ranking officers? What did they need her for?

Inside the conference room, a stranger introduced himself as General Sullivan from ONI then gestured to a gold plated elite general representing the Swords of Sangelios. Yates straightened her back before saluting to the officers. Glancing between the available seats, she questioned where the appropriate place was to sit. Would it be seen as presumptuous or overeager to sit to close near the front near her superiors? Though sitting too far may mark her as disinterested or anxious around others. With a quiet breath, Yates seated herself near the middle of the room yet closer to the front. Yates kept her eyes focused on the tablet in front of her picturing a Marathon Class Cruiser. She reached forward towards the tablet ready to sift through the documents, yet stayed her hand at the last minute. With a general from the Swords of Sanghelios, Tapo'Hatam, and worst of all, now an ONI agent attending and leading the meeting, sweat dripped from the back of her neck. Why did they request her?
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kajina Yates

Location: Anvil Station, Commissary.
Skills: N/A



”The Kig-Yar do not. The Sangheili do not. The Jiralhanae do not.”

“Really? Nothing? No such thing as tobacco, drugs, alcohol? Nothing?" She leaned back, staring at Chur’R-Jev’s cigarette. “Of course you are all messed up and itching for a fight. You have nothing to take the edge off.” As the conversation eased and she became accustomed to the sulfur smell, Yates returned to her rice and beans. While the jackal continued chatting, she scarfed down the last bits of her meal. Ideally she wanted to savor her food, but she expected the food would become cold from the conversation or someone pulling her aside.

”The Unggoy do. Gas ratios to their methane…I am told it is similar.” Another pause. ”I have others. Unlit. Would you want one?”

“Methane high? Telling me Grunts get their kicks off methane huffing,” Yates chuckled as she scanned the area for a nearby grunt. She knew they couldn’t breathe oxygen, instead methane, given she never saw one alive without their gas mask. What did grunts do with their gas? “Not the weirdest thing. I know some people huff paint for the fumes. Disgusting, weird stuff. Oh, and, no thanks. Smoking isn’t for me. Same as her, it’s rotten for the lungs.” She patted her chest. The conversation came to a close as several names were read aloud over the intercom. She tilted her head recognizing a few: Reed, Tapo’Hatam, and now Chur’R-Jev. All of it sounded above her pay grade until her name followed. Her stomach tightened with anxiety. What did they want with her?

Yates placed her hands on top of the table and slowly stood up. She turned towards the exit ready to leave before turning to Chur'R-Jev. ”Want to come along?" Hesitantly, she extended a hand to her new, avian, well maybe not friend, but acquaintance.
In The Dead Don't Die. → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Billie Atwood


Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A




Yet again Billie’s anger bested her. Lex and Kali came across Billie pinning June against the MRAP yelling about the guns. Billie believed she had the situation under control, but as Kali yelled to Isaac for a rifle, her stomach twisted. If June was desperate enough to steal the handguns, she could be desperate enough to shoot her way out. She glanced downwards towards June’s hands expecting to see a pistol aimed towards her gut. Fortunately, for Billie’s sake, June easily capitulated and handed her the bag. “It’s under control now. Right, June?” She spoke, staring down the frightened woman. Unaware June was still attached to the bag, Billie yanked the bag only to pull her closer. She straightened her back to gain an extra inch over the thief. Billie wasn’t any taller than her, but she had a larger frame. Her eyes traced over June. Spotting the strap attached around her, she unclasped the bag away from June. ”Now, make yourself useful and get back in the van.”

She went to open the bag before Flynn forced his way between the two. ”She gave me the guns.” She glanced towards Lex who reminded them of the potential infected threat out on the streets. How could Billie be so stupid again? Screaming out on the streets wouldn’t help anyone. If those things heard her yell, could they even take them out? Embarrassed, she brought the bag to the trunk of the MRAP near Gus. Wanting to remain on his good side, she complied with his demands. She opened her mouth to argue her case for keeping a firearm, but decided to wait. He had the keys to the MRAP and a safe cabin. ”Were there only two?” She gently handed Gus two pistols with the ammo.

Diane Foster


Location: Caldwell Mini Mar, West Caldwell, New Jersey
Skills: N/A




Diane’s eyes perked up when Shin-ae mentioned her daughter attacking the young woman. She was so focused on finding AJ that she ignored her daughter’s concern about hurting someone. She frowned, both ashamed of her daughter’s reckless behavior while at the same time understanding why she did it. “I apologize for my child’s behavior. When things calm down, I’ll speak to her about it. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.” There was so much AJ spoke about, yet Diane’s only focus was finding her child safe and secure.

Diane rested her head on her hand thinking about Kaitlyn’s offer. The military quarantined New York by destroying the bridges, but their home wasn’t safe. Her mind drifted to the gruesome nightmare in her school’s halls. The administration placed the school on lockdown, but they couldn’t prevent the mob from breaking through their security. She abandoned them, all of them: her students, her friends, her coworkers. They just passed civilians packed inside a stolen MRAP. Who could she trust? Would they be safe in Paul’s home? "Let me speak with Paul and AJ. I’ll see what they think." With a small wave, she returned to Paul's car.

Seeing AJ tear up, Diane sat down beside AJ in the backseat. She only caught the tailend of the conversation, but she wrapped an arm around her daughter. Diane brought a tissue from her purse and handed it to her daughter. Kaitlyn’s offer would have to wait, right now she needed a moment for her daughter.
In The Dead Don't Die. → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Billie Atwood


Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A




As Billie returned with the good news about the working semi, she shook her head at June’s next nonsensical question. “Not a damn thing. See you didn’t get anything.” She placed a hand on her hip and frowned seeing no one used the dolly to gather supplies from the gas station. Did they not do any work? Were June and Kali too busy lollygagging around for everyone else to do the hard work for them? At least Lex was looting abandoned cars. While initially June made a decent impression on her, with each passing hour, June’s immaturity increasingly jaded Billie.

When the officers reported they were willing to be restrained for the chance of safety, it genuinely shocked Billie. “Damn, alright.” These guys had the guns and were still willing to go through with the plan? What was this world coming to? Still, it was better to avoid pestering them while emotions were high, especially as they handed their pistols to Flynn. Maybe they weren’t half bad after all. “Be right there.” She glanced around the area to ensure everyone was still in eye shot. If the worst came to pass, deciding who gets to hold the guns would be important. Despite her grievances, she trusted Flynn and Lex. Gus went without saying. ”They’re not going to restrain themselves, it might be good to have protection, just in case.” If one of the officers were to turn while being restrained, it would help being armed. Billie spun on her heel spotting June stash not just one, not just two, but every pistol along with the ammo into her bag.

”What in the hell are you doing!” Storming towards June, Billie hit the side of the MRAP. “What the fuck are you trying to do? Packing up all our stuff and leaving the next chance you got? After all we’re trying to do for each other? For you?” She kept her voice from reaching too high of a volume. Enraged, she stationed herself to keep June between her and the MRAP. If this pestilent thief wanted to run away with their supplies, she’d have to fight her way out.

"I bet you can’t even fire one of those guns. Tell me something, June, tell me how you think you’ll be safer out there all on your own? Still operating like a child! I swear! While you’re out there grabbing trash energy drinks and candy, we’re out here getting the supplies we need. Gas. Water. Food. ” She raised her injured fist before banging it on the side of the MRAP again. Tears swelled up in Billie’s eyes as the pain burned through her hand. ”Dammit.” With a heavy sigh, Billie glanced around. She didn’t try to attract any attention, but someone would have heard her by now. Twice now. Twice now she let anger get the better of her today. Why wouldn’t they just listen to her?

Diane Foster


Location: Caldwell Mini Mar, West Caldwell, New Jersey
Skills: N/A




“Fine, fine.” She was wrong, of course, how dare she want to go to the high ground, safe, away from Paul. Now AJ was mad at her too! All Diane was trying to do was look out for her family. Diane kept her best to hide the frustration on her face as she spoke with Kaitlyn. ”Where do you plan on going? Do you know somewhere safe out of the city? If either her or Paul’s homes were unreachable, having plan C would help. She really didn’t want to spend the night in a car again. ”If he is having car trouble,” she pointed towards Jack’s car, ”please, hop in with us. It is the least we can do for you, after helping AJ and all. Can’t promise it will be a comfy fit, but better in there than out there.“
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kajina Yates

Location: Anvil Station, Commissary.
Skills: N/A



There were times in her career Yates considered applying for ODST training, yet at the end of the day, she preferred her time within the marines. The rivalry between the Helljumpers and Spartans remained infamous within the UNSC, a battle the ODST were losing. Once the Spartan IV program started, their first pool of recruits came from the helljumpers themselves. From the grape vine, those ODST not enlisted into the Spartan program remained bitter out of pride or envy. Compared to them, marine life was simple. Still, she’d prefer their training any day than be stuck in the same room with a Brute.

Her attention turned to the cigar between Chur’R-Jev’s beak. “Have to admit, it is a funny sight to see. Do you Jackals have anything that compares?” Cigars and cigarettes were common amongst UNSC personnel to the point marines would smoke in the midst of the battlefield. While she tried smoking a few times, she could never find the appeal that her father did. It was a nasty habit he picked up before she was born. Locked away in his office was a stash of cigars collected all around Earth. Every family occasion, her uncles and cousins would shuffle out from his office with a cigar of their choice to try. Fortunately for Yates, she didn’t inherit her father’s love of tobacco. The way the smell adhered to every piece of furniture and clothing disgusted her. Unfortunately, despite their revolting nature, Mombassan cigars always reminded her of home.

In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kajina Yates

Location: Anvil Station, Commissary.
Skills: N/A



The Anvil Station’s commissary’s aroma was benign at best. While the alien food of each group aggravated the senses of the others, there was a mutual segregation between each species during meals. However, the non-human species were more willing to dine with each other than the humans. On occasion, Yates considered dining with the Sangheili and Unggoy who accompanied her squad in the training simulations; unfortunately, most interactions felt adversarial. Except for the Unggoy. In her brief encounters with the Unggoy, they tended to be more receptive to gestures of good faith.

Joining the table was one of Yates' trusted squad mates, Corporal Claudia Hansen. ”Hansen, hi,” she said with a smile and a wave. “Training’s been hell as always.” Before continuing her complaint, Yates glanced toward Tapo’hatam as if he could hear her in the ruckus of the cafeteria. “Our last four sessions haven’t gone so well. We’re getting wiped on the floor." Her mind drifted to the sergeant’s report from a couple hours ago. The team was split into several pairs: one equipped with night vision to shoot while the other was equipped with infrared vision to spot heat sources. On paper the plan worked, until the spotters ignored any heat sources that didn’t resemble a target. Her squad frequently found themselves blundering into a trap.

Interrupting the squad’s daily rant came a meal-ending stench. At first Yates believed an Uggoy had a methane leak. Then, the smell grew stronger with the approach of three Kig-Yar. The squad silenced themselves as the Kig-Yar seated themselves at the table. One of the three radiated a horrid sulfur aroma mixed with an equally repellent smell of tobacco. This cigar-smoking Kig-Yar had to be Chur’R-Jev, a frequent opponent in the training simulations. After asking if her squad enjoyed Tapo’hatam’s training, she suspected this was a plan to rile the marines up. Yates gave Hansen a smile. “Depends on your sergeant.” She turned her attention to Chur'R-Jev. I’d say Tapo’hatam’s training might keep us alive longer than back at basic.”

Watching the Kig-Yar eat ruined her expectations of decency. There were physiological differences to be expected; yet, the way the Kig-Yar ate his steak brought the image of a vulture with hands. Disgusting. At least the Sangheili were refined. Unable to continue her meal, Yates pushed aside her rice. As she suspected, the leader of this trio further found ways to infuriate her. When the covenant invaded Mombasa, she saw first hand the savagery of the Brutes and Jackals. “If you think you can do better, take it upstairs, but I don’t see you leading the training simulations.” She found herself in the odd position defending Tapo’hatam. If she were to whine about the training to Chur’R-Jev, her squad would appear weak and ineffectual.
In The Dead Don't Die. → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Billie Atwood


Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A




Disappointed with the group, Billie stuffed a couple of water bottles and a snack from the stash of food into her backpack. Arguing against the plan would only fall on deaf ears and she felt it would lead to further distrust. Maybe June was right on one thing. If the group were to start voting on who to oust, her recent episode placed her on the chopping block. As Flynn broke the news to the officers, she stayed near the front of the MRAP near Gus. If the officers were to react violently, she wanted to be far away from them. To her surprise, they didn’t react with gunfire.

Billie tightened the backpack around her while exiting the vehicle. “I’ll go look inside the semi.” She hopped out of the back and gave the officers a wide berth. After the bitten man reacted violently in the gas station, everyone evacuated in every direction. Billie lifted the handle from the semi truck and rolled the door open. Empty. Goddamn fucking empty. Not a single case of food, not a case of clothing, not any cases of drinks-water or otherwise. Of all the semi trucks she’s seen, why was this one empty? "Fine.” She turned away from the truck before seeing a dolly inside. Billie hopped inside the back of the semi-truck to retrieve the dolly. Could they feasibly restrain someone inside of here? To be locked inside for an hour would be hell. Each passing minute waiting to just see if you turn? What if someone succumbed to the rabies before the others? What if the infected broke their restraints and attacked everyone inside? Billie shook her head as she brought the dolly outside the cargo bin. ”Dolly here. If there are any cases inside, this should help haul them over,” she informed the group. ”I’m going to check out the cab, maybe they left the keys.”

With the dolly left with the group, she rushed towards the cab. If there were keys, maybe they can get the best of both worlds. Lock up the bitten inside and drive to safety. Billie opened the front seat door with a small smile. She expected it to be locked. Billie shuffled around the inside of the cabin searching for the keys and anything useful. The glove box proved disappointing, just the usual registration and presumably company documents. She shuffled up to pull down the mirror. To her surprise, the keys fell right down into her lap. ”Yes!” She raised a fist in victory to herself before placing in the keys. Hearing the semi-truck start, she leaned back with a smile. Billie closed her eyes, picturing herself driving off in the semi truck into the far distant mountains near some truck stop. Away from everyone. Alone. She spent a good minute picturing the bliss before returning to the MRAP. ”Good news,” she said, dangling the keys to the group, "I have the keys to the semi. We could restrain those bitten in the back of the cargo space and still drive to the cabin. Kill two birds with one stone." If the group agreed with the plan, next question came down to who would drive?

Diane Foster


Location: Caldwell Mini Mar, West Caldwell, New Jersey
Skills: N/A




AJ’s request to stay at her dad’s house stung Diane. Only a few short hours ago did the hysterical mob bash through the school’s doors for their children. Then the blood. The quaint hallways filled with school banners and excitement for a new school year to be met with a rabid horde. She left them. She abandoned her students. Out the fire escape. Gone. She understood why AJ wanted to hide at her ex-husband’s home. He kept the house in the lovely neighborhood with the large home, a giant bedroom for AJ, the home AJ grew up in. Why would AJ want to stay in Diane’s apartment? Why would AJ want to stay in the cramped apartment still filled with boxes from the move? Diane didn’t keep all the luxuries Paul could afford. ”I know AJ, but we live on the fourth floor. We’ll have a better time hiding up there, right? Easier to hide away in.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a woman who introduced herself as Kaitlyn. Definitely too old to be AJ’s friends, but these must be the people she met. Diane released the tight grip around her daughter and tried her best to compose herself. "Hi, Kaitlyn, I’m Diane, AJ’s mom. Thank you so much for watching over my girl, I appreciate it.” She turned back towards Paul then back towards Kaitlyn. There was an appeal to go with them to just get away from her ex, but she still wanted to go home. ”I appreciate the offer, really, I do, but I think we are going to go back and hide at home. I mean with the military here now, I think we can trust them to sort things out. They should be bringing in the National Guard at any moment now.”

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