You're accepted, dude :)
I will post tomorrow sometime. I was making sure everyone else got posted up, before I jumped back in.
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The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
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Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!
Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.
A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.
I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.
I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.
If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3
And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!
@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.
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I will post in the morning. I've had some medical problems lately and have been a bit distracted :/
Ryland stepped up to the out of place looking building, adjusting the strap of her oxygen bag as she did so. The gravel parking lot made it impossible for her to roll the trolley up to the door, and carrying it had her so out of wind that she thought she would pass out. What a great idea…not.
She leaned over a bit, breathing deeply through her nose as she contemplated walking into the possible confines, or simply whipping out a cell phone and telling her mom that the doctors were idiots and she wasn't attending such a quack show. She gave a small cough, before standing straight and dropping her bag onto the floor. With a tug, a small handle came to snap in place at her hip, and she rolled the trolley into the doors.
"You need some help?", a male voice called from behind her. Her brain jolted, and she narrowed her eyes before turning on the younger boy, "Sorry…I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked like you were a bit…tired?"
"I'm fine.", she spat, continuing her walk into the building.
"You don't look find. You look like death.", the boy continued, causing a sigh of annoyance to leave Ryland's throat, "I didn't mean it like that. Oh my god, you must think I'm such a dick…"
She pursed her lips together, and nodded, "I know you are. What the hell are you in here for? Mommy not buy you a new car today?"
"I deserved that…", the boy admitted, shrugging as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Ryland simply stared at him, her eyes narrowed so far that she could barely see, "My name's Adam."
"Mmm..Baker, right? Must be nice…"
Adam ignored her smart mouth, stepping a bit closer, "So what's your name? Why are you here?"
"You never answered my question. Why should I answer yours? I don't know you…", Ryland snapped, realizing that the door has been wide open this entire time.
"…Clinical Depression…"
A snarled laugh left Ryland's throat as she doubled and attempted to keep her breathing regulated, while laughing hard.
"Glad I could amuse with my pain…", Adam scoffed, biting his lip softly as he stared at her, "My turn…questions."
"Name's Ryland. I'm here because I almost died, and my doctor thinks I'm fucked in the head, now.", she explained dryly, which took Adam off guard.
"Such a sharp tone for a girl like you…"
"A girl like me? Tell me. What would a girl like me say, then? Oh dear….I went through chemo and lost all of my hair. I have it back now, but it feels fake because the radiation destroyed the follicles. Oh poor innocent little Ryland. Boohoo. Don't let the eyes fool you. I've been through a lot…"
"I can tell. Look. You don't owe me anything. I don't know you, but I think you owe it to yourself to give this place a shot…", Adam almost whispered, standing in the doorway, his arm ushering her in. She glared at him for a second longer, and then passed his body, entering the cold and sterile building that everyone hoped would be their saving grace, apparently.
She leaned over a bit, breathing deeply through her nose as she contemplated walking into the possible confines, or simply whipping out a cell phone and telling her mom that the doctors were idiots and she wasn't attending such a quack show. She gave a small cough, before standing straight and dropping her bag onto the floor. With a tug, a small handle came to snap in place at her hip, and she rolled the trolley into the doors.
"You need some help?", a male voice called from behind her. Her brain jolted, and she narrowed her eyes before turning on the younger boy, "Sorry…I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked like you were a bit…tired?"
"I'm fine.", she spat, continuing her walk into the building.
"You don't look find. You look like death.", the boy continued, causing a sigh of annoyance to leave Ryland's throat, "I didn't mean it like that. Oh my god, you must think I'm such a dick…"
She pursed her lips together, and nodded, "I know you are. What the hell are you in here for? Mommy not buy you a new car today?"
"I deserved that…", the boy admitted, shrugging as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Ryland simply stared at him, her eyes narrowed so far that she could barely see, "My name's Adam."
"Mmm..Baker, right? Must be nice…"
Adam ignored her smart mouth, stepping a bit closer, "So what's your name? Why are you here?"
"You never answered my question. Why should I answer yours? I don't know you…", Ryland snapped, realizing that the door has been wide open this entire time.
"…Clinical Depression…"
A snarled laugh left Ryland's throat as she doubled and attempted to keep her breathing regulated, while laughing hard.
"Glad I could amuse with my pain…", Adam scoffed, biting his lip softly as he stared at her, "My turn…questions."
"Name's Ryland. I'm here because I almost died, and my doctor thinks I'm fucked in the head, now.", she explained dryly, which took Adam off guard.
"Such a sharp tone for a girl like you…"
"A girl like me? Tell me. What would a girl like me say, then? Oh dear….I went through chemo and lost all of my hair. I have it back now, but it feels fake because the radiation destroyed the follicles. Oh poor innocent little Ryland. Boohoo. Don't let the eyes fool you. I've been through a lot…"
"I can tell. Look. You don't owe me anything. I don't know you, but I think you owe it to yourself to give this place a shot…", Adam almost whispered, standing in the doorway, his arm ushering her in. She glared at him for a second longer, and then passed his body, entering the cold and sterile building that everyone hoped would be their saving grace, apparently.
Sorry guys. I got a little caught up with life and forgot about the site for a few days. I really do apologize.
Making a post as we speak.
Making a post as we speak.
I won't say a whole lot more here, but PM me if you're a sadist...or simply a dominant.
Requirements: Must be SUPER literate. I mean, very very descriptive...
Anyways, PM me.
Requirements: Must be SUPER literate. I mean, very very descriptive...
Anyways, PM me.
I will post when I get home from work. I had a bit of hospital drama over the last couple of days and spent most of my birthday in the hospital...so I shall make it up to y'all tonight.
After I get home from seeing the Fault In Our Stars :)
We can, but I will say that if it becomes a bit constraining (because of the fact that sometimes people are having conversations with each other, while others are pretty inactive), then there will be passes. That's just to keep it from getting so slow that no one cares to wait their turn to post and drops out.
Shan and Ryder - Suburbs - Eric and others
Ryder still hesitated, staring between the man offering to help, and his group, who were almost camouflaged in the darkness. He frowned, and grasped the man's hand, hoisting himself from the ground. Almost instantly, he turned and reached down to pick up Shan, who quickly slapped his advancing hands away, taking one of them in her own. She hoisted herself from the ground, feeling as if she had run a marathon, just from that one little action. She stumbled, holding his shoulder, as her cheek pressed against his arm, and she closed her eyes.
"If you'll tell me where to go…I'll get the oxygen myself…", Ryder mumbled as they stepped up to the Yukon, and he pushed Shan toward the door, "I'm a fast runner, and unless you have enough to make it worth dragging her to another death trap, like our last camp, I'd rather you just drive us to a hospital…"
"Ryder…", Shan whispered, her hand coming out to tug at his sleeve from her seat, "Let's just see what's there…"
Ryder glanced back at her, before taking a deep and shaky breath. He was more terrified than angry and most of his lashing out came from the sheer panic of finding humans, and of opening Shan up to those humans. He didn't care about himself, but she was dying. She deserved to do it her way, and to not be taken advantage of again. Their last camp had turned out to be an elaborate scheme to lure in women, and 'boys'. The things that those men had managed to do to Shan, while she was separated from him would haunt his dreams for the rest of his short life. Sure, they had tried it with him, and those around him…but there was something about her...
Ryder still hesitated, staring between the man offering to help, and his group, who were almost camouflaged in the darkness. He frowned, and grasped the man's hand, hoisting himself from the ground. Almost instantly, he turned and reached down to pick up Shan, who quickly slapped his advancing hands away, taking one of them in her own. She hoisted herself from the ground, feeling as if she had run a marathon, just from that one little action. She stumbled, holding his shoulder, as her cheek pressed against his arm, and she closed her eyes.
"If you'll tell me where to go…I'll get the oxygen myself…", Ryder mumbled as they stepped up to the Yukon, and he pushed Shan toward the door, "I'm a fast runner, and unless you have enough to make it worth dragging her to another death trap, like our last camp, I'd rather you just drive us to a hospital…"
"Ryder…", Shan whispered, her hand coming out to tug at his sleeve from her seat, "Let's just see what's there…"
Ryder glanced back at her, before taking a deep and shaky breath. He was more terrified than angry and most of his lashing out came from the sheer panic of finding humans, and of opening Shan up to those humans. He didn't care about himself, but she was dying. She deserved to do it her way, and to not be taken advantage of again. Their last camp had turned out to be an elaborate scheme to lure in women, and 'boys'. The things that those men had managed to do to Shan, while she was separated from him would haunt his dreams for the rest of his short life. Sure, they had tried it with him, and those around him…but there was something about her...
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