Fleeter

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

GM Unnamed female college student @Arran White's location (bathroom) The college student smiled in a grin, slightly trying to not smile fully. Before Arran continued, the student put her hand gently on Arran's shoulder, as she was walking past. She tossed the hoodie onto the counter and removed her hand as she walked past Arran and towards the exit. She turned her head back and waved, giving Arran some space, saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Her last expression was another held back smile as she exited the room.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

GM Unnamed female college student @Arran White's location (bathroom) The unnamed female took out a sticker out of her pocket. It was a very colorful sticker with black silhouettes dancing indicating a rave party. The text on the sticker said, 'Hell-vitica' and the approximate location where the rave would be held. She put it into one of the hoodie's pocket. "There's a rave in two days, you could meet me there, besides, the first one is always free." She winked at Arran.

A pocket dimension...

Here I am, again, in this crazy world where everything people say, and do, I can't understand. But I'm going to try to, again. This time, in a more extreme manner. I took a seat at my desk in my small room. All I had was a desk, tall enough so that I could sit on the floor to do homework on top of it, and the rest of the room was empty. White walls, white floor. I mean, unless you count the chain on my leg. I can't move away from this desk more than 4 feet around. Which is okay, I guess, because I can at least walk around in circles for exercise. Even if I could move farther awat the door is locked. My entire world in here, for now. Well, I mean, there's a book in front of me though, and paper, and a pen and pencil. I'm quite bored of this place, so I finally decide to look in the book. I don't know why I was so hesitant in opening it. Maybe I thought I died and this book would be full of my sins, or a list of people I killed-- just kidding, I wouldn't kill anyone. I mean, unless I was promised super powers if I did. Anyways it's a white old book. The pages are turning yellow. There are little activities inside. Symbols I don't understand and words that I do understand. I wondered if I had to complete them to get out of here. Heck, I'm not quite sure how I even got in here. In fact, all I remember is some faded images of these symbols, on lights signs, on TV, and more. But the memories are fleeting. I don't remember faces or words people spoke, or even people that I believe I should know, like a mom, dad, siblings, or even friends. Did I have friends? I don't know. But there really isn't anything to do in this room other than fill out this book. And I'm not one that would scream and yell for help, even given in this situation. I mean, it's not like my life is in danger or anything. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Whatever. I'm going to figure out whatever this book is.

A pocket dimension...

Here I'm going to RP with myself. Don't judge me. Or do. Whatever floats your boat.

Experimental Anime/Manga RP

Accepting more characters at this time.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

GM Unnamed female college student @Arran White's location (bathroom) A soft phhsst sound was made in one of the stalls. No, it wasn't a toilet, but rather, it sounded more like a small release of steam. A young woman was heard from one of the stalls making a sigh. She stepped out of the stall, with a metalic syringe in hand. There were a lot of illegal drugs in Trip City circulating in underground gangs, raves, or otherwise. From what the woman could hear in the stall and what she could gather from the appearance of Arran she was confident in the fact that she wasn't hinding the drugs. "Don't tell anyone," she winked, as if she was going to say that she wouldn't tell anyone about the blood, in return about her drug usage. She took off her black and blue Techneo Nekeo hoodie, which was a popular mascot character for rave attire in the city and held it up to Arran. "You look awful, here, take it. Besides, it looks better than what you're wearing," She was trying to be nice, but tough at the same time. One of her eyes started to dialate, just once, as a side affect of the recent shot. The girl had a streak of blue in her short A-cut black hair, light blue eyes. She wore all black, minus her blue conbat boots. The hoodie had a blue streak running down the sleeves, it zipped in the front with two side pockets, and blue cat ears on the hood.

Monster Hunter: The New Rookies

I'm unsubbing. This place is as dead as big foot in a church on Monday morning with the expression as if he was riding a motorcycle into a war zone. Which doesn't really sound dead but I'm unsubbing anyways.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Zhijiru asked for one of the cheaper meals. Expensive, actually, but cheaper. He ordered a smaller sized steak for two, because if he didn't specify, they would have ended up with portions the size of a party. Heroes did tend to eat a lot here, so the portions were sized specifically for them. When they sat down and waited for their meals, Zhijiru looked at Luca with a determination in his eye. "Luca, let's get out of here." Zhijiru paused for a bit, almost as if he needed to think about what he was saying, to make sure he wasn't going to take it back again. "Let's never come back too." Zhijiru looked a little uncertain, maybe even afraid, but he wasn't going to accept being stuck in the same routine as before.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

GM Unnamed woman @Daniel and Xander's location There was a young woman at an adjacent corner of the alley way from Daniel and Xander. She had been staring at the sky mindlessly and for a reason even she didn't understand. The kicking of trash cans and yelling from Xander disturbed her. She stood up, and started to hobble towards the noises. She found where Daniel and Xander was and stood at the very end of the alley. She moved as if she wasn't entirely there, possibly drunk. Her eyes traced the two figures, as she was leaned a but forward. She let her two arms fall by gravity's whim in front of her, completely relaxed. Her face was emotionless. A bag that was strapped around her shoulder fell to the ground next to her. Her clothing was plain, a sweater, shorts, and sneakers. She wasn't blinking, not once.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

It's okay. I don't like letting anything stop anything I've started. :)