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Anyone: "Oh sh*t here comes black shoes, quick someone find some sneakers STAT!"
I find the thought that their personality is just in their shoes adorable.
Cartwright said
WELL! I will post when I get home in 5 hours.. IF Dead posts before I get home
Alright.
I held up my end of the bargain.
The day had begun, light creeped into existence with little restraint, other stars falling behind it's radiance. It brought warmth to people and things, bringing an earthy aroma to waft from the heated dirt. The cold window of a certain apartment became layered with steam. A crack of dawn broke through the un-properly set shutters. It cascaded down from the glass and onto a pale face, calling a somewhat annoyed groan from it's base.
The slender boy shoved the thick covers lazily off his body. Unlike most people who wore proper sleeping attire, he seemed to have crashed in his day clothes. The jeans, long sleeved black shirt and even belt were still on his person. He groaned and sat up, his head slumping and his hands laying on top of it, somewhat dug into the thick locks of dark hair. A yawn escaped him with an empty tone and he looked up, scanning his own abode as if it had changed over night. "...Better eat something..." He argued, looking down and yet to the side, as if someone was whispering into his ear he nodded modestly. "...okay." His heavy lids slid down for a few seconds and soon after they rose with some new sense of being, they seemed brighter, more confident, more, interested in what was going on. "Well. Time to start the day." The voice that followed was also a tad off, it seemed lighter and less dragged down, less meek, more average. Standing up straight the boy cracked his neck, tilting his head to each side, a light pop ringing out at each sharp angle. "I feel like oatmeal today." A similar look down and the internal debate was made. A half nod to the side and the body moved. "I feel like oatmeal, so it's oatmeal." Before leaving the room they made sure to slip into their shoes, the second pair next to the doorway, the red sneakers.
Sarah entered the small and somewhat bare kitchen. Cupboards were shut tight, the counter had little things strewn about it, the calender pinned to one wall was from last year, and was set to a month earlier. A little hum entered the air, and the boy went about making the simple sustenance. A kettle left to boil, a little packet shaken to mix it's contents. "We're having banana today." A little tilt of the head, as to listen better and a small smile formed on the owners thin lips. "Nah, we're out of cinnamon, I could pick some up later." A shrill tin howl and the water was ready. Setting out a decent sized bowl, one with a cartoon character placed in the very bottom, Sarah went to turn the little stove off. "Sure, you can pick what we wear I guess..." He hardly ever asked for anything, so she could put up with that much. "Anyone have any plans? I wouldn't mind shopping, we need some stuff." The one way banter continued as the amount of steamy oats lowered. Placing the bowl and spoon in the sink carefully to soak for a little, the boy turned to the clock. "...Well, sure, you have some time."
An extended blink and the eyes where new. Looking down to his feet the body smirked a little. "Nope." Entering their room they threw off the covers with little restraint, the two red shoes landing lazily about the place. "I don't get how you can wear those all the time." The voice was more lax, a little aloof, and somehow sounded deeper. After changing into a simply white T-shirt and some khaki pants, the man slid on his flip-flops. Alex scooped up the bag and tossed all the shoes inside. "Hope boss dude is up and about." He soothed happily as he went to leave the building, locking the dark area away securely. There where flowers to water, and thoughts to be meditated on.
An easy glance to the world and Alex saw some moving bodies. It seemed others where already up and about, neat-o. The always well dressed Daniel, and the caretaker where down by the front gates, Alex leaned over the railing with a soft grin. This place was full of interesting people. Looking to his right Alex saw a half covered streak of light. Someone had their door open, someone who lived in...room C or room D, only one of which was supposed to be occupied. "New guys here, maybe we should say hello...come on, it can't go that bad." Ignoring an internal argument or two the man walked casually down the stairs, looks like he had plans.
The slender boy shoved the thick covers lazily off his body. Unlike most people who wore proper sleeping attire, he seemed to have crashed in his day clothes. The jeans, long sleeved black shirt and even belt were still on his person. He groaned and sat up, his head slumping and his hands laying on top of it, somewhat dug into the thick locks of dark hair. A yawn escaped him with an empty tone and he looked up, scanning his own abode as if it had changed over night. "...Better eat something..." He argued, looking down and yet to the side, as if someone was whispering into his ear he nodded modestly. "...okay." His heavy lids slid down for a few seconds and soon after they rose with some new sense of being, they seemed brighter, more confident, more, interested in what was going on. "Well. Time to start the day." The voice that followed was also a tad off, it seemed lighter and less dragged down, less meek, more average. Standing up straight the boy cracked his neck, tilting his head to each side, a light pop ringing out at each sharp angle. "I feel like oatmeal today." A similar look down and the internal debate was made. A half nod to the side and the body moved. "I feel like oatmeal, so it's oatmeal." Before leaving the room they made sure to slip into their shoes, the second pair next to the doorway, the red sneakers.
Sarah entered the small and somewhat bare kitchen. Cupboards were shut tight, the counter had little things strewn about it, the calender pinned to one wall was from last year, and was set to a month earlier. A little hum entered the air, and the boy went about making the simple sustenance. A kettle left to boil, a little packet shaken to mix it's contents. "We're having banana today." A little tilt of the head, as to listen better and a small smile formed on the owners thin lips. "Nah, we're out of cinnamon, I could pick some up later." A shrill tin howl and the water was ready. Setting out a decent sized bowl, one with a cartoon character placed in the very bottom, Sarah went to turn the little stove off. "Sure, you can pick what we wear I guess..." He hardly ever asked for anything, so she could put up with that much. "Anyone have any plans? I wouldn't mind shopping, we need some stuff." The one way banter continued as the amount of steamy oats lowered. Placing the bowl and spoon in the sink carefully to soak for a little, the boy turned to the clock. "...Well, sure, you have some time."
An extended blink and the eyes where new. Looking down to his feet the body smirked a little. "Nope." Entering their room they threw off the covers with little restraint, the two red shoes landing lazily about the place. "I don't get how you can wear those all the time." The voice was more lax, a little aloof, and somehow sounded deeper. After changing into a simply white T-shirt and some khaki pants, the man slid on his flip-flops. Alex scooped up the bag and tossed all the shoes inside. "Hope boss dude is up and about." He soothed happily as he went to leave the building, locking the dark area away securely. There where flowers to water, and thoughts to be meditated on.
An easy glance to the world and Alex saw some moving bodies. It seemed others where already up and about, neat-o. The always well dressed Daniel, and the caretaker where down by the front gates, Alex leaned over the railing with a soft grin. This place was full of interesting people. Looking to his right Alex saw a half covered streak of light. Someone had their door open, someone who lived in...room C or room D, only one of which was supposed to be occupied. "New guys here, maybe we should say hello...come on, it can't go that bad." Ignoring an internal argument or two the man walked casually down the stairs, looks like he had plans.
Slypheed said
GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Silver Fox said
Whew! Finally done with CatDog's relationship chart!
Yay.
Leslie isn't at leas partly hated by someone!
Dusk watched as his thrown blade as ignored and in it's place a black pearl of sorts was put up, a barrier keeping out any other attempted attacks. "Bugger." Putting his arms down Dusk looked as the one known as Vanessa simply walked away, yelling some banter between her and Jason, something about how he had a duty or some sort. "Right..." He replied to her side-given comment directed at him, he looked to the princess and the demon, tears were in her eyes and smoke was wafting off his body. Children, so many children on his journey Just as he was to try and call out to the two, a black pulse of energy echoed from the church, cascading over the land and bringing about the a staccato of undead, their arms cropping up and blooming into terrible and vile new enemies. "And bugger." Dusk commented, his mask shifting once more to a face of utter annoyance, a red paint scrawled upon it's sleek white surface. "Time to leave little ones." He 'spat' over to the girl ad boy slumped against the wall. Dusk gave one more glance towards the bubble of darkness that had been created earlier. "Next time you son of a bitch...." A nearly silent promise and Dusk left, exiting the church to come near the others side, "Anses is still missing I presume." He asked coldly to Feress as he came near. He was the only one to have been with him at the time, and he knew they were supposed to be leaving. But he didn't want to go. He felt it was his duty to at least try finding the Cianad, it felt only fair. A glance around the area, the darkened people who were now an army for the damned returned a cold and hungry stare. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few..."I suggest sicking close." Raising his weapons once more he trained them on the nearest few shamblers. He gave a look behind his shoulder, looking for the two bodies still in the church. They needed to get the hell out of there.
Lowering her blade as Feress did his staff, Elaine looked at the oncoming body, they seemed shorter, less...intimidating, than she first thought. Halfway through putting her modest blade away an echoing cold ran through the land. Plumes of rotting and cursed flesh rose and came back to life horribly, their twisted bodies a shadow of what they should still be, but where not. "U-uhm...Mr..." She looked to the kitsune for some sort of guidance, and was shown it when he cast a beautiful spell. Destroying a few nearby farmers with a little dazzle of ethereal blades. Elaine paled, the idea of fighting these many enemies...these many who used to be, normal people. She tried to ignore her stomach and it's somersaults, her two small hands wrapped around the small dagger handle. She would try her hardest, she wouldn't fall behind, she would be helpful. Not a nuisance. She looked once more to the faces of the party. They were all a lot more distraught than before. The smiles and offers of protection and carrying didn't really show right now. Some were in pan, some where afraid, she was't sure which half she fell into.
Alexandira felt something, some large radiating terribleness. A black circle growing to encompass the near area. Odd sounds of earth breaking, snarls and creaking melted through the wood of the church. Swiping through a cultist she found herself outside, having phased through a wall. Bodies were raising, things that should have been buried where now clawing their ways onto the battlefield, dotting what used to be a town with what used to be it's denizens. "...I know how you feel." Silencing the pained moan of a nearby by cursed she looked sharply to the building once more. She had some words to part with those inside. Anyone who was still in the main room, the one with the chanting and the crying, would see it's back wall become scarce. A new doorway being made by a spray of flying blades and bodies. Alexandria flew in, a rage filled air about her. She hated those who disrespected the dead. She looked to the barrier, and how it had deflected her projectiles. It wasn't going to move easily...Searching the room further for more enemies, she instead found a boy and a girl, huddled against a wall. An odd cloaked figure, not alike to the cultists, had just walked out. "Boy." She said across the way as she recognized that one who had made the dark armor. "It's rude to smoke in church." Her weapons came about her, forming a nest of blades around her. "This won't end well, leaving is for the wise." She gave a long curt stare to the shield. "Staying is for the damned."
Lowering her blade as Feress did his staff, Elaine looked at the oncoming body, they seemed shorter, less...intimidating, than she first thought. Halfway through putting her modest blade away an echoing cold ran through the land. Plumes of rotting and cursed flesh rose and came back to life horribly, their twisted bodies a shadow of what they should still be, but where not. "U-uhm...Mr..." She looked to the kitsune for some sort of guidance, and was shown it when he cast a beautiful spell. Destroying a few nearby farmers with a little dazzle of ethereal blades. Elaine paled, the idea of fighting these many enemies...these many who used to be, normal people. She tried to ignore her stomach and it's somersaults, her two small hands wrapped around the small dagger handle. She would try her hardest, she wouldn't fall behind, she would be helpful. Not a nuisance. She looked once more to the faces of the party. They were all a lot more distraught than before. The smiles and offers of protection and carrying didn't really show right now. Some were in pan, some where afraid, she was't sure which half she fell into.
Alexandira felt something, some large radiating terribleness. A black circle growing to encompass the near area. Odd sounds of earth breaking, snarls and creaking melted through the wood of the church. Swiping through a cultist she found herself outside, having phased through a wall. Bodies were raising, things that should have been buried where now clawing their ways onto the battlefield, dotting what used to be a town with what used to be it's denizens. "...I know how you feel." Silencing the pained moan of a nearby by cursed she looked sharply to the building once more. She had some words to part with those inside. Anyone who was still in the main room, the one with the chanting and the crying, would see it's back wall become scarce. A new doorway being made by a spray of flying blades and bodies. Alexandria flew in, a rage filled air about her. She hated those who disrespected the dead. She looked to the barrier, and how it had deflected her projectiles. It wasn't going to move easily...Searching the room further for more enemies, she instead found a boy and a girl, huddled against a wall. An odd cloaked figure, not alike to the cultists, had just walked out. "Boy." She said across the way as she recognized that one who had made the dark armor. "It's rude to smoke in church." Her weapons came about her, forming a nest of blades around her. "This won't end well, leaving is for the wise." She gave a long curt stare to the shield. "Staying is for the damned."
Valued positions:
Land-dwellers--
Ship captain.
Ship navigator.
Ship canon man.
Ship doctor.
Cloud-dwellers--
Adventurers.
Priest/priestess.
Hunter(s).
Only a few these parts actually need to be filled, so if you have any other ideas, spit ball it and we can see.
Land-dwellers--
Ship captain.
Ship navigator.
Ship canon man.
Ship doctor.
Cloud-dwellers--
Adventurers.
Priest/priestess.
Hunter(s).
Only a few these parts actually need to be filled, so if you have any other ideas, spit ball it and we can see.
Cartwright said
WELL! I will post when I get home in 5 hours.. IF Dead posts before I get home
GWAT.
WE'LL GO INTO PEOPLES HOUSES AND WRECK UP THE PLACE AT NIGHT!
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