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STATUS: Hey. It is a new day today. Maybe I will roleplay. Yay. 8 mos ago
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In The First of Us → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Music OOC (Recurring)


Charley had been to enough rough 'n' tumble places to recognize dangers when they stared her in the face. Vehicles on the street to her left, abandoned, while a stretch of emptiness looked at her forward, beckoning her onward, deceptive, like the very asphalt might take the breath from her chest and call her an asshole for falling for it or into it.

On her beast, her steed, the woman trotted forth, one hand on reins while the other hung at her side, waving in the breeze, ever ready to reach the handle of rifle or pistol, whatever the occasion might call for in her untamed adventure.

Amid her backpack, Charley carried all manner of things, from bottled water to ration packs, flashlights to spare batteries, ammunition and knives, whatever tools and utensils to stay alive, and there was no difference amid her person.

She carried a pocket mirror. It was useful to signal but, in that very instance, as she ruffled her fingers through the feathery mane of her horse, the desperation came from somewhere else. The woman caught on in an instant.

Sunlight in the sky, high and mighty, oblivious to the torment of the denizens of this planet beneath it, reflected off the woman’s visage as she squinted. It could be someone in need. It could also be a trick.

“What do you think?” The horse just whinnied in compliance as if already making up its mind. “Agreed. We’re too close for it to make a difference.” There was no blockade at her position so she had the freedom to make a decision to risk it.

Either way, she would find out one way or the other whether Atlanta was a city to seek shelter, and what better way than at the perimeter? “Bueno, amigo.” Charley snapped the reins. “Yah!” The horse cantered forth, galloped, into the city, toward the direction that the reflection had come from.

Horse and rider rounded street and alley. Charley cradled a rifle in her arms as she barked, if quietly. “Injury?” She beckoned at whatever makeshift entrance in the street. Too hidden to see anyone or anything from either end of the section. “If infected, better make your peace.” She clicked spit between her teeth. “Or I can send you to it in one piece.”

@Atrocious
In The Spiders Web → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Music OOC (Recurring)



Maybe it was his nervousness, but talking did distract him from the environment he was in, allowing for pockets of responses from his mistress. A mistress beside a gentleman, that was; a woman by a man, and not much else to it.

The problem with speech was people often mistook the briefest of pauses for an instance to interject, especially when it came to a sniff, but the reality was people didn’t always make a reply the split second after someone said something. Sometimes the reply to more than one sentence came afterwards.

Granted, Brad had been more focused on speaking than how word structure might look if it was written amid lyrics, but he did focus on Spider Lake Trailhead being less ominous of a forest than a city’s spaghetti junction—but even that was ominous.

Brad would have offered chocolate that very moment amid a nibble of nut and raisin but suddenly bacon had stolen his brain and then in the next instant Eva had landed on her ass. Was he supposed to catch her? He’d debate it later.

“You okay?” He blinked down at her, his thumbs dipped into the straps of his backpack. “My buddy said to always check your footing.” He offered his hand at last. “And bring snackpacks for midnight pudding.” Crap. Forgot those too.

Some time later the pair of adventurers found a small forest clearing of which to set up camp. It was by a creek that Brad promptly used to wash his face, drying his face on his jacket and his hands on his jeans, then his jacket and jeans at the campfire after slipping on a leaf and landing on his ass in the creek.

At the fire, he sat in a white T-Shirt and red plaid boxers with a stick to the flame with a marshmallow at the end of it. “You know, a marshmallow is like life,” he advised Eva. “It’s fluffy in the beginning, you can shape it like Play-Doh, but when it touches the reality of fire, well, it gets dark and dim and it burns and OH SHIT MY MARSHMALLOW” Brad’s began to burst into bright flames as he gazed, horrified.

@Blesses Blight @Czelsc
In The Spiders Web → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Music OOC



Sometimes words took a turn of hindsight, in retrospect, for better or worse, or whatever the heck, as Brad just stood there crossing one brow and raising the other, then reversing either, remembering other words only moments earlier after he’d already finished speaking.

To Brad’s offer of a Slim Jim for some much needed breakfast, Eva had mentioned she preferred her meat to be real, which left her third date questioning whether tonight would finalize with some well-deserved action.

That other guy? Brad didn’t catch his name but what the hey. Just gave a big, kind, friendly smile anyway to which the man with the Mustang returned. “Nice bike.” He repeated his thoughts aloud that time.

“Aight den.” He said as he turned to Eva. “Let’s get to trekkin, I reckon!” He snapped his fingers like a man who had suddenly discovered treasure. “Trekkin’. Reckon. Might put those rhymes in my lyrics? Whaddya say we discuss it on the way as we make the magic happen and—”

The rest would be lost to any watcher or pervert as the pair walked along and disappeared from the parking lot to the trail veiled by mist and other shit. “Spider Lake Trailhead.” Brad nodded as he chewed on trail mix, offering his partner a raisin sandwiched between a pair of peanuts if she wanted it.

“Sounds ominous.” He sniffed, picking up the scent of dampness, like morning dew, only moldy, amid decaying foliage. Shit. Why’d she pick this place again? Does she hate me already? He scratched an itch on his stomach.

“Ominous. Sound like a good band name? Jack thinks my violin is a perfect piece for our folk rock image.” He shrugged as he slipped an M&M between his lips. “Not that I like to define my band, that is. It’s more like ‘rock folk’ meets ‘folk rock’, Omnia meets Beethoven meets Ozzy Osbourne and— Shit.”

Brad paused their walk, snapped his fingers, frowning down at his missus in the makin’. He looked like someone had just walked over his grave and stomped on it the next second. “I forgot to bring the bacon.”

@Blesses Blight @Czelsc
In The Spiders Web → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Music IC



Fifteen minutes later—or was it fourteen?—sixteen maybe?—the red Mustang arrived in the parking lot otherwise on time. Windows down, music loud, a single occupant, a man, who sang along to the song as if the world was his and he shouldn’t give a damn because there was only one girl in it for him.

Parking his girl—other girl, that is—Susan, her name was—that Mustang—its driver rolled the windows up, switched the music off, took the key out of the ignition, got out, backpack on back and a blue leather jacket, and yawned with his arms to the sky. “Hi!” He looked left, looked right. Spotted another guy. Nice bike.

“Did you have breakfast?” He asked Eva. “I had some peanut butter toast. Burnt it. Kinda rushin’ out this mornin’. I got this Slim Jim though.” He offered half of it to her. “Sorry, buddy.” He didn’t have enough to share with the other person. The stuff in his backpack had to be maintained.

“We ready?” Brad asked Eva happily, if cluelessly. The trees looked misty. Creepy…

@Blesses Blight @Czelsc
In The Spiders Web → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Character Sheet Outline

Character Name: Brad

Character Type: Victim

Appearance:


Gender: Male

Height: 6’2”

Eye Color: Green

Distinctive Features: A charming smile as self-ascribed and a scar where the sun doesn’t shine

Background: Born in the city, almost broke his back working on the ground, learned to play the violin, met a woman, can’t remember whether it was his music, construction work or his grin that won her over but whatever

Personality: Happy-go-lucky, but serious when he needs to be, especially for his mistress…maybe

Skills and Abilities: Can stroke the bow if not quite pluck the bow and arrow. Is good with his hands and can dance. Loves Tetris. Absolutely sucks at it.

Equipment:

-Backpack/Person
-Jerky bars
-Power bars
-Fruit bars
-Banana
-Canned fish
-Sandwich
-Trail mix
-’Smores ingredients
-Hotdogs
-Kit-Kat
-Water
-Two cans of beer
-Hotdogs
-Flashlight
-Headlamp
-Compass
-Knife
-Multi-tool
-Paracord
-Tape
-Lighter
-Matches
-Music player
-Pen/Paper/Sharpie
-Bubble gum
-Cell phone
-Clothing
-Deodorant

Character Goals: To make out!

Role in the Story:

Another random little hiker in a creepy forest whose third date (future fiance if he gets his way) decided it would be a good idea to explore a creepy forest. He decided to bring food and drink. His friend advised to take some survival items besides. You can fit quite a bit in your backpack and on your person. He’ll need it because he has little experience in forests except getting drunk with his friends and forgetting it the next morning. It happens.
In The Expanse → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
OOC:

Character:
Kyn Mati

Music OOC


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The ship descended. A simple vessel. Created for the public. To ferry passengers to and fro. Didn’t matter what status. Didn’t matter the passenger as long as they could pay their way, ke? One woman did. She wasn’t much of a politician. Wasn’t even much of a soldier. But she wasn’t one to be so easily reckoned with.

“Where ya goin’ after this, kopeng?” Asked a passenger adjacent from her.
The woman looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to trust in him.
In the end, it didn’t matter. The stars harbor my trust. The rest is distant.
“En’t a steppin’ stone to me, beratna,” she dared whether he’s a brother.

It was hard to tell. Sometimes the guy or gal on your left or right is a friend.
A fellow Belter. ‘Beltalowda’ as the term went, to refer to them—us Belters.
Then again, wolves fought wolves and not all dogs got along. To last breath.
She remembered the sentiment of another’s word in this dangerous universe.

“Maybe you gone for Pallas Station after this, yeah?” Her passenger questioned.
She watched, she listened. “Not so distant, I reckon. It good for mining business.”
He isn’t wrong. Pallas boasted a strong mining economy. “For Inners, ultimately.”
He chuckled. “We all pay our way, sister.” She smiled. “As slaves. As we bleed.”

The guy can take her reply any way he wanted. He was not her brother. Not really.
The vessel approached the space station and it isn’t Pallas. If not much different.
Not really. One home in the Belt’s as good as any other, some Belters will agree.
No mining outpost, though, Mira Station was a trade zone—of cheese and beef.

That’s another saying amid its inhabitants. Cheese was a commodity on Ceres.
Another saying, another story, another station, that spread around and between.
An inside joke, maybe, that more than a Belter knows. Yet Mira Station’s different.
Not completely, surely. It has its own politics. Its dealings beside trade agreements.

The transport ship touched down on ground, as far as the station would allow.
“To pochuye ke?” Her fellow passenger asked of her. She shrugged in a reply.
“Mi pensa.” She grinned. He did too. “Da diye de.” She replied. Eyes into eyes.
He fell silent. So much for beratna. Her gaze on Mira Station. Freedom. I vow.
In The Expanse → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
OOC:

Character:
Kyn Mati

Music OOC


stadt-bremerhaven.de/wp-content/uploa…

The ship descended. A simple vessel. Created for the public. To ferry passengers to and fro. Didn’t matter what status. Didn’t matter the passenger as long as they could pay their way, ke? One woman did. She wasn’t much of a politician. Wasn’t even much of a soldier. But she wasn’t one to be so easily reckoned with.

“Where ya goin’ after this, kopeng?” Asked a passenger adjacent from her.
The woman looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to trust in him.
In the end, it didn’t matter. The stars harbor my trust. The rest is distant.
“En’t a steppin’ stone to me, beratna,” she dared whether he’s a brother.

It was hard to tell. Sometimes the guy or gal on your left or right is a friend.
A fellow Belter. ‘Beltalowda’ as the term went, to refer to them—us Belters.
Then again, wolves fought wolves and not all dogs got along. To last breath.
She remembered the sentiment of another’s word in this dangerous universe.

“Maybe you gone for Pallas Station after this, yeah?” Her passenger questioned.
She watched, she listened. “Not so distant, I reckon. It good for mining business.”
He isn’t wrong. Pallas boasted a strong mining economy. “For Inners, ultimately.”
He chuckled. “We all pay our way, sister.” She smiled. “As slaves. As we bleed.”

The guy can take her reply any way he wanted. He was not her brother. Not really.
The vessel approached the space station and it isn’t Pallas. If not much different.
Not really. One home in the Belt’s as good as any other, some Belters will agree.
No mining outpost, though, Mira Station was a trade zone—of cheese and beef.

That’s another saying amid its inhabitants. Cheese was a commodity on Ceres.
Another saying, another story, another station, that spread around and between.
An inside joke, maybe, that more than a Belter knows. Yet Mira Station’s different.
Not completely, surely. It has its own politics. Its dealings beside trade agreements.

The transport ship touched down on ground, as far as the station would allow.
“To pochuye ke?” Her fellow passenger asked of her. She shrugged in a reply.
“Mi pensa.” She grinned. He did too. “Da diye de.” She replied. Eyes into eyes.
He fell silent. So much for beratna. Her gaze on Mira Station. Freedom. I vow.
In Die Shize's Thread Needs → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Die Shize's active threads:

OPEN
The First of Us
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Basics: Set during the opening events of The Last of Us video game around when Joel meets Ellie

The Expanse
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Basics: Set during the opening events of The Expanse TV series
In The First of Us → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
OOC:

Character:
Charley

Music OOC



2033

It was a surreal scene. Past the city of Atlanta’s spaghetti junction, the freeway was completely free on one side of the wide street. It was empty, at least for this stretch of it, with only those white lines on the black road, as alone as an angel flying in darkness.

Poetic nonsense, maybe, but the thoughts weren’t lost on the traveler. Adventurer. Wanderer. Explorer. She stopped calling herself anything, really. She just simply...was. She had a name, but for the moment she thought only of how empty these lanes were. Charley. She remembered. With a cowboy hat on my head, a rifle at my side, a pistol at my hip, and the basic will to survive...

It was a one-way road for traffic venturing forward toward the city proper. On asphalt paved, between amalgamations of concrete, blood and sweat, were those jagged edges, where the highway had long since been forsaken, and so it had split and cracked, and sagged into abandonment.

Yep… The woman sighed between her teeth. Poetic nonsense. At best. She hesitated, delaying in the moment, enjoying this dreamlike experience of nothingness on this road paved before her feet. And hooves, for that matter. She lowered her hand, patted the neck of her horse, who whinnied in agreement.

“Getting close.” She licked her lips, and they too were split, so she wet them with a bottle of water. Finally, she looked to her left, glimpsing the other street, where the freeway ran the other way, away from the city, and what a difference.

Rows and columns of cars and cars and cars. Back in the day, she mused, those cars would be moving, but today they did not move. They were still, stagnant, lifeless, without purpose, and as empty as her side of the street.

“Dichotomy…” The woman whispered. “He’d describe this scene the same way.” She looked away, focused forward. Forward, always. “Always forward.” So her steed trotted, taking the pair of them ahead into the city of Atlanta, as abandoned as this highway, though there were rumors that settlers had since established hideouts and fortifications throughout. We’ll see.
In The First of Us → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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