JFK

Lunar Dome 10

the loser in charge of this nonsense.
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unless I die.

@Fading Memory

all we ever are is the blind leading the blind. I empathise. words cannot express my support o7

Austin Is Dead

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Yeah, that's fine with me! Just gimme a bit since it takes awhile for me to get in a writing mood o7

@Auragreedia

Absolutely! Take your time :)

Austin Is Dead

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Will get to working on a post soon! I wanted to ask earlier if an in between post was okay (for chris and cass to meet), but I get held up by my allergies ;-; hopefully this week eases up on you soon, and take your time!

@Auragreedia

I imagine it will be fine. I normally write out dialogue in PMs, are you okay with that?

Titles are for Idiots who have Hope.

I gave up on shoes a long time ago. Probably after the soles on the fifth pair of boots completely gave out. My feet are gnarled and numb; always cold. You should try feeling the ground between your feet. Keeping them unscathed is relatively simple, just keep your wits about you.

The dog scampered out from behind a pile of rubble. It had been following me for a few weeks now since I'd given it some inedible rusks. It was nice to have something alive even if the mutt looked more dead than alive. I'm sure I'm no better.

We were only ever animals anyway. Only hubris makes you think you're actually something more.

Grandiose comforts were a thing long forgotten, I've learnt how to revel in squalor. Now even a small fire is a luxury. And forget about sleeping on something soft. The ground is a perfectly suitable bed.

I've trekked through many cities. Sometimes I even loot some of the houses and find something yummy left behind. Rarely. This metropolis was different, there were boot tracks in the ash that lined the streets. There were people here. I'll have to keep an eye out.

I walk the streets with the confidence of a man with nothing to take but my life, and at this point that wasn't much to take.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

My apologies for my non-yet existent post. Have been buried in unforeseen amounts of work. Should have a post up sometime Thursday or Friday. Until then please do as you do and accept my humblest apologies foe the delay.

@Terrans

Absolutely no worries. It happens to the best of us. That's not even a bothersome wait

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Posting first and being the last one in the room is certainly a choice XD

@PatientBean

time is a flat circle

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Stephen Stokes
Crew Quarters

Steph had fostered expert nap taking abilities. He had learnt to take any opportunities to eat or sleep, on the presumption it would be his last chance. He was dozing soundly in his spartan quarters when the Tannoy blared. He jolted awake suddenly, sat up, and slipped into his boots without actually lacing them up. As he marched down the busy corridor each step clacked twice as his loose boots flapped about. He kept his eyes forward and his mouth shut. He was one of the first in the elevator. Grande stood in front of him. Stokes was one of the smaller men in the force, and Grande completely hid him in the corner of the cramped elevator. The pair of managers stood in the centre. Steph kept his eyes fixed firmly on Grande's back. He made sure he wasn't noticeable as the large group filed out of the elevator. He slipped off to the side of the corridor and knelt down slowly. Getting up and down was arduous anymore for the old gent.

He was one of the last to file into the briefing room at the top of the complex. He entered silently and took care not too meet anyone's gaze. He lurked at the back, standing in the shadows. He clasped his hands behind his back to make himself comfortable, and waited patiently for the brief to begin. Some underlying chatter threaded throughout the darkened room. The main source of illumination was the variety of smart panels highlighting maps, information, and control panels. He looked completely still to any observers, but he was wiggling his toes in his boots. He glanced up at Dan and Sam at the front of the room, before he fixed his eyes back on his black boots.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

expect something soon o7

Lunar Dome 10

Yev is really just doing some home brewing, minor production, using fallen fruit deemed unsuitable for anything but animal feed. It's not like she has the facilities and contacts to supply the other domes.

@Expendable

Not yet. Not without some... Minor assistance. Muahahah.

𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 (1970s Crime Drama)

@TokyoPewPewThanks for the feedback. I've revised it.

The Veterinarian

Two punks thought they could skip without paying for treatment. Now Joe needs to go out and uphold his reputation, lest the street thugs start thinking they can use him as a doormat.

Joseph 'Joe' Pecorino | 58 | 5'9 | Male
Business: Joe Pecorino is the owner and head physician at the Waggy Tails Emergency Veterinary clinic. He has multiple employees that handle the light side of the business. He makes plenty of money off of the vet business. On paper, he's doing most of the managerial work. In reality, his assistant manager Becca runs the business. Joe is present to operate the shadow side of the emergency clinic. Any criminal worth their salt knows that Joe is the guy to go to in order to get a bullet hole stitched up without any questions asked. He's been doing this for a decade now. He is required to prioritise the criminals working for big bosses. The Italians come first, and then the Irish, and then the rabble. There are plenty of nights when he'll have five grown men waiting about with bullet holes, and no animals. Despite their shady dealings, the clinic is still popular among various well-to-do pet owners.
Savvy: Aside from his obvious medical skill, Joe knows his way around a handgun. On the rare occasion he meets up with his buddies, they usually go to the range and shoot the shit. He has a couple pieces he prizes, and a couple pieces he wields. He can legally concealed carry. He also bakes a mean pineapple upside down cake. He drives.
Ruin: Joe grew up in a happy family. He was lucky enough that his dad didn't hit him or his mother; despite the fact that Joe's dad was a Union Teamster. The man was involved in a lot of shady dealings that Joe was never privy to. He excelled in school, mostly because of his mother's encouragement and the relatively positive environment he was raised in. He loved animals, so he decided to become a vet.
Any robber worth their salt knows to visit a vet if they want a bullet hole patched up without questions asked. During his first year of practice the infamous hitwoman Nastia Downs paid him a visit. After pressuring him with her iron, Joe reluctantly agreed to patch her up. Pretty quickly, word got out within the underworld that the city had a new fixer vet that wouldn't snitch. Joe was unsure about getting involved in the life, but he appreciated the money so he didn't protest too much. After a few years he had enough money to buy out the clinic. He moved himself up and out of regular treatment and began too focus on his new specialisation. By the time he was ready to wrap up the operation he was informed that he was too useful to the syndicates for him too retire from the life. He was locked in now.
Cred:
"The doc patches up a bullet hole real good."
"He ain't talkin', we know where he lives. He's got two cute kids."
"I heard he keeps a .38 in his desk. Just pay him dawg, it's not worth it. Especially if you're already beat up."
"No Reg, he can't retire. Who else will fix our boys up after they take a slug? His mouth is sealed shut. Go and have a chat with him. Make sure we're on the same page."
Ilk:
Family Man: He didn't realise how easy it was to track down his loved ones. Two kids, the oldest is in college. And his wife. It's rare to find someone with the expertise that is willing to turn a blind eye to whatever underhanded wounds they might have. If Joe tries to leave, him and his family are in mortal danger. On occasion, he's had some close calls with his clever wife looking into some of his underhanded dealings. But so far, she doesn't really know what he gets up to.
A Harmless Vice: Over the years Joe has sampled the medication. He's gotten a taste for escaping from reality with substances when he has the chance. He'll do ketamine if he doesn't have anything else, but Cocaine is his favourite.