I'm back from Zante. Feel like shit.
Cath
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4 yrs ago
Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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4 yrs ago
New interest check is live, check it outttt
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If i could go back now, i wouldn't change a thing
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4 yrs ago
You've got red on you
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4 yrs ago
Its just me, you, a pile of Chinese food and a couple of f**k off spreadsheets.
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New roleplay: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
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Owh Deer.
I'm back from Zante. Feel like shit.
I'm back from Zante. Feel like shit.
There's no excuse for not having posted young man <3
Fantastic! I'm off the Greece tonight, i'll see you all in a week when i will be posting for sure!
Posted! See you in a week!
Freyr rushed to the window as the black and yellow helicopter chopped by. The sound of its powerful rotors was nothing more than a muffled boom so it was no surprise that the flashes of gunfire didn't even reach her ears. As they watched the camouflaged men and women fanned out to cover the width of the street. Moving carefully around the mass of abandoned cars which now seemed to jut out at awkward angles from the sidewalk, the Humvees maneuvered into a roadblock with their armored flanks showing to... Freyr pressed her face up against the glass. The lights went out in the flat which helped her see what they were actually shooting at. People. Shuffling toward the barrier with an odd shamble which didn't seem indicative of intelligent life. They were being mowed down by determined gunmen but there were so many. Some even seemed to go down and then come back up again; undeterred.
The National Guardsmen or whoever they are obviously hadn't enough men, an alleyway had been left relatively unguarded and Freyr's keen eye picked out a posse of figures overflow from its depths and attack the soldiers from the side. She couldn't see exactly what happened next but it seemed... violent. The helicopter's searchlight had moved somewhere else and the flat's lights hadn't turned back on. The street was thrust back into semi darkness. "Oh my god, this is real." Freyr shivered, the reality of the situation suddenly weighing down on her like an anchor in the dark. Indy and her had often talked about what it would be like to be living through Judgement Day, but those sessions had always ended in laughter. "We're not safe here, we need to get out of the city too. Don't you think?" Freyr paced the living room in the twilight, perfectly aware of all the furniture was. Another few sets of feet raced past the door on their way to the stairwell.
The National Guardsmen or whoever they are obviously hadn't enough men, an alleyway had been left relatively unguarded and Freyr's keen eye picked out a posse of figures overflow from its depths and attack the soldiers from the side. She couldn't see exactly what happened next but it seemed... violent. The helicopter's searchlight had moved somewhere else and the flat's lights hadn't turned back on. The street was thrust back into semi darkness. "Oh my god, this is real." Freyr shivered, the reality of the situation suddenly weighing down on her like an anchor in the dark. Indy and her had often talked about what it would be like to be living through Judgement Day, but those sessions had always ended in laughter. "We're not safe here, we need to get out of the city too. Don't you think?" Freyr paced the living room in the twilight, perfectly aware of all the furniture was. Another few sets of feet raced past the door on their way to the stairwell.
Uh oh!
Ozymandias said A black and yellow police helicopter
So are there actually riots? Or just ZOMBIES?
I'm going to miss Blighty :(
Posting now! <3
Posted! Reply real quick and i promise i'll post back before going to Greece. <3
Freyr grinned impishly when Indy felt her gun with both his hands. Biting her lip mock-seductively she whispered in his ear "is that a gun in my pants or am i just pleased to see you?" It dawned on her just how ridiculous this whole affair seemed. Yesterday she had been trying to sell a lovely Greek revival house to a lovely couple who drove a lovely car. Barely twelve hours later and she'd just seen someone hit over the head with a vase that clearly needed to be restrained in a psychiatric ward. Freyr looked out at Atlanta, it seemed quieter than normal. The pure darkness that permeated the watchful blocks of flats was unsettling and Freyr would have given anything to hear another fire engine zooming to put out a house fire.
The family approached them at the breakfast island. The two children had stopped crying and were putting on a brave face, the parents looked shell-shocked but stable. Freyr peeled away from Indy and met them. "I'm sorry about what happened. What're you going to do now?" Both the adults looked at each other before answering her. "We're going to continue what we planned. Head for Florida, my parents." The woman said courageously. Freyr nodded. "They said on the news it's some kind of virus, it drives people insane or something." The man said helpfully, motioning back towards the TV. Freyr didn't want to think about what it is; let the authorities deal with it. They were safe up here for a few days, while the food lasted.
There was a low and muffled noise far down below them and the lights flickered, went off before coming back on again. Freyr instinctively looked up at the ceiling as the family ushered themselves out, fleeing with their suitcases down the corridor. "What's up with the power?" She asked, looking at Indy as the lights flickered violently again. She looked to the muted TV. The anchorwoman who was looking very seriously into the camera blinked in and out of existence. Freyr was beginning to hear people in the nearby flats talking anxiously too.
The family approached them at the breakfast island. The two children had stopped crying and were putting on a brave face, the parents looked shell-shocked but stable. Freyr peeled away from Indy and met them. "I'm sorry about what happened. What're you going to do now?" Both the adults looked at each other before answering her. "We're going to continue what we planned. Head for Florida, my parents." The woman said courageously. Freyr nodded. "They said on the news it's some kind of virus, it drives people insane or something." The man said helpfully, motioning back towards the TV. Freyr didn't want to think about what it is; let the authorities deal with it. They were safe up here for a few days, while the food lasted.
There was a low and muffled noise far down below them and the lights flickered, went off before coming back on again. Freyr instinctively looked up at the ceiling as the family ushered themselves out, fleeing with their suitcases down the corridor. "What's up with the power?" She asked, looking at Indy as the lights flickered violently again. She looked to the muted TV. The anchorwoman who was looking very seriously into the camera blinked in and out of existence. Freyr was beginning to hear people in the nearby flats talking anxiously too.
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