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He followed him. His pistol drawn as well, his torn cloak's hood up. I'll find you, Jax.
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
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- DriveEMOut 10 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
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SUH DUDE!
9 yrs ago
If anyone's interested, I'm trying to start up a horror RP.
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9 yrs ago
I'm BACK!
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9 yrs ago
I am sorry to any RPs I am participating in, but I will have to take a break from Roleplays for a while. Life has just gotten hectic.
9 yrs ago
The seasons don't fear the reaper...
Bio
Hey, I have no idea why you're here, but you are...Stalker. Anyways, things about me.
I'm 23. Or am I 30? Maybe 49? I'm an anonymous roleplayer, so you shouldn't know these things.
I joined this site a year ago.
The roleplays I am taking part in are the following:
DC New Generation Of Heroes
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/165491-dc-new-generation-of-heroes/ic
Guild of Dishonor
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/166916-guild-of-dishonor/ic
Who Will Survive? (It's a zombie roleplay. If you're into that, please come and join! We need people!)
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/167715-who-will-survive-walking-dead-always-accepting/ooc
Things I like:
I'm 23. Or am I 30? Maybe 49? I'm an anonymous roleplayer, so you shouldn't know these things.
I joined this site a year ago.
The roleplays I am taking part in are the following:
DC New Generation Of Heroes
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/165491-dc-new-generation-of-heroes/ic
Guild of Dishonor
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/166916-guild-of-dishonor/ic
Who Will Survive? (It's a zombie roleplay. If you're into that, please come and join! We need people!)
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/167715-who-will-survive-walking-dead-always-accepting/ooc
Things I like:
Most Recent Posts
Oliver ripped a lighter from his pocket. He looked at the stump of his forearm, and grabbed a stick to put in between his teeth. As soon as he was ready, he burned the wound closed. He pulled out his handgun from his holster and stood up, after he gad dressed the wound. He also had his hunting knife in his pocket. He scrambled out of the wreckage. He saw Tim, and yelled. "Tim!" He fell down the pile of metal and got up. "We need to get out, now. And find a safe place.
Yknow like the car?
Kay. Did I crash with u?
Guys???
So are we gonna rp or what
He coughed. "Jax...Anyone?" His body hurt, and he couldn't really move.
I'm out on the range with my dad. I hit bullseye on most of the targets. We get ice cream to celebrate. Forty five days later, I'm bashing his brains in. "Is this what it feels like to be dead? It's...cold? Well, maybe I can get warmer if I try and pull my clothes tighter. Wait. NO. I won't die. Not today. "
Oliver woke up. He could hear a good amount of stranger groans. He got up, looking at the stump of what used to be his left forearm. "Jax? Where are we going? I don't think I'll make it without medical attention." He looked at the growing puddle of blood on the floor. "Sorry I couldn't be strong, Jax. I tried. I really did." He curled up in a ball, thinking about how he got this far.
Scott fiddled with his shirt, trying to avoid the gaze of people around the room. Ugh. I really shouldn't have come here. I'm not cut out for this. If they expected me to be all buddy-buddy with the others, they're mistaken. None of them would want me to be their friend anyways.
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