So, after a bunch of life stuff, I'm back. If you guys are good, I'm going to try to get this thing actually moving.
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Yay we're back up!
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Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
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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Bio
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.
Current Favorite Song
Literal Loves Of My Life
Love Yourself First
Most Recent Posts
Flashback - Columbia Airfield
Hayley leaned up from her place on the floor of the holding area, her hands coming up in front of her face in a haze. She couldn't think, or see…or even breathe right. Glancing across the room, she squinted, still able to make out the three or four people that she was locked in with. She wasn't sure why she was carted off here, only that she couldn't find Ryder.
Ryder.
The thought made her jolt more awake, just in time for a police officer to open the door next to her.
"We're leaving out in a few. I need you all to be alert, stay close, and whatever you do, don't leave the line. If we make this fast, we can get you to the safe zone quickly and safely.", he ordered. Hayley frowned.
"What exactly is going on?", she asked.
"You don't want to know. If you're squeamish, keep your eyes closed and hold onto someone. I don't have time to stop for you to vomit…"
Hayley frowned once more, attempting to gather herself a bit more. She slipped her arms back through the straps of her backpack, and stood from the floor.
Moments later, she was holding the belt of the police officer in front of her. She attempted to bury her head in his back, but the curiosity kept her peering around. Nothing was happening, but there was blood everywhere. Outside the front doors, it became more real to them all. Out of nowhere, two of their group were taken down by something. They screamed and begged, but the police continued marching, ignoring the carnage.
"We're not going back for them?"
"They're dead. If we go back, we'll all be dead. Keep walking.", the police officer answered her. She pulled her head from his back, and looked around definitely. It was dark outside, a little too dark to see what was around them. This was a horrible idea, "GO! "
The booming voice above her rocked her entire body as she glanced up at the cop, and her eyes became wide. A man, with half his face missing was snarling and snapping at her savior's face. His shotgun against the man's throat seemed to do nothing.
"No! Stop!", she cried out, reaching forward to push at the bloody mess of a man. As she did so, the cop let out a strangled scream, and her face was splattered in warmth as his throat was torn open and he sank to the ground, "Oh my god…No no no…"
Doing her best to react, she grabbed the shotgun, and tugged, his terrified grip hard to break. She managed, however, and glanced down at him once more.
"I'm so sorry…", she whispered.
"Kill me. Please. Kill me…", he barely spit out, sputtering blood with every word.
Hayley stared, her eyes wide for a split second, before the snarling man began coming after her. Taking a few steps back, she began to run, but not before apologizing once more to the fallen officer. During her run, she managed to grab his flashlight, which had rolled several feet from him.
In the dark, she would probably encounter more of those…people, but she couldn't stay here. She huffed and began running, following the same direction the line had been taking. Maybe there really was a safe zone. Maybe there was still hope for Ryder..for everyone.
Hayley leaned up from her place on the floor of the holding area, her hands coming up in front of her face in a haze. She couldn't think, or see…or even breathe right. Glancing across the room, she squinted, still able to make out the three or four people that she was locked in with. She wasn't sure why she was carted off here, only that she couldn't find Ryder.
Ryder.
The thought made her jolt more awake, just in time for a police officer to open the door next to her.
"We're leaving out in a few. I need you all to be alert, stay close, and whatever you do, don't leave the line. If we make this fast, we can get you to the safe zone quickly and safely.", he ordered. Hayley frowned.
"What exactly is going on?", she asked.
"You don't want to know. If you're squeamish, keep your eyes closed and hold onto someone. I don't have time to stop for you to vomit…"
Hayley frowned once more, attempting to gather herself a bit more. She slipped her arms back through the straps of her backpack, and stood from the floor.
Moments later, she was holding the belt of the police officer in front of her. She attempted to bury her head in his back, but the curiosity kept her peering around. Nothing was happening, but there was blood everywhere. Outside the front doors, it became more real to them all. Out of nowhere, two of their group were taken down by something. They screamed and begged, but the police continued marching, ignoring the carnage.
"We're not going back for them?"
"They're dead. If we go back, we'll all be dead. Keep walking.", the police officer answered her. She pulled her head from his back, and looked around definitely. It was dark outside, a little too dark to see what was around them. This was a horrible idea, "GO! "
The booming voice above her rocked her entire body as she glanced up at the cop, and her eyes became wide. A man, with half his face missing was snarling and snapping at her savior's face. His shotgun against the man's throat seemed to do nothing.
"No! Stop!", she cried out, reaching forward to push at the bloody mess of a man. As she did so, the cop let out a strangled scream, and her face was splattered in warmth as his throat was torn open and he sank to the ground, "Oh my god…No no no…"
Doing her best to react, she grabbed the shotgun, and tugged, his terrified grip hard to break. She managed, however, and glanced down at him once more.
"I'm so sorry…", she whispered.
"Kill me. Please. Kill me…", he barely spit out, sputtering blood with every word.
Hayley stared, her eyes wide for a split second, before the snarling man began coming after her. Taking a few steps back, she began to run, but not before apologizing once more to the fallen officer. During her run, she managed to grab his flashlight, which had rolled several feet from him.
In the dark, she would probably encounter more of those…people, but she couldn't stay here. She huffed and began running, following the same direction the line had been taking. Maybe there really was a safe zone. Maybe there was still hope for Ryder..for everyone.
I'm working on a post, finally. Sorry for the hold up. :(
Also, @Foster, I'm going to make an opening post, and then catch up with your character. Otherwise, I'm gong to post a million bazillion lines. I figure it gives your character time to finish what he's doing, and gives me more time to figure out how to find you :)
Also, @Foster, I'm going to make an opening post, and then catch up with your character. Otherwise, I'm gong to post a million bazillion lines. I figure it gives your character time to finish what he's doing, and gives me more time to figure out how to find you :)
I don't know if you guys actually accept sheets, or if I'm good to go...but I'm ready to RP :)
Name: Hayley Dawson
Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Where you from?: New York City
Personality: She's sassy, has a foul mouth on her, and doesn't know when to shut up. She tends to get herself into trouble with these ways. She's afraid of new people, and new relationships, and really only wants to stick to what she knows. However, what she knows…is pretty much gone.
Back Story: She's headstrong, and before the outbreak, lived on and off the streets. The only home she ever had was the couch of her best friend Ryder (pictured with her above). He lived in a simple shoebox apartment in the middle of Manhattan. He was rich, by default, having mostly trust fund money from his parents to make his life glamorous. However, he spent most of his time and money attempting to make HER life glamorous. For that, she could never repay him, but she always gave him her time. They ran off for a while, with nothing but money, a bag of clothes, and a couple of plane tickets. They were headed for the West Coast, when their plane was forced to land on emergency in Cleveland, OH. Someone on the plane had threatened another passenger with violence if they didn't move out of the way to the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, however, that panic, lead to a blood bath. The person had began snarling, and snapping, after appearing dead in the middle of the isle. The pilot was made aware, and the person was covered with a sheet. Not long after his death, however, he sat straight up, and chaos broke out. It was the single most terrifying moment of Hayley's life. Ryder protected her, kicking the man at the emergency exit. Before they were forced to open the door, and kill everyone, the pilot made the decision to land. Problem? The chaos in the sky was only the tip of a bigger problem. The chaos on the ground was widespread. As they exited the plane, Hayley and Ryder were separated, and she was carried off to a holding area, while he was left behind to run for safety. The only thing she remembers of his last moments with her, was all of the blood, from those around them. Now, it's her mission to find him, if it takes the rest of her short life.
Weapons: She has her carry-on backpack, which she has stuffed with various supplies along the way, including weapons. She carries a blue handled machete (hooked at the end), several decent sized pocket knives, a large Buck knife, and a Mossberg Maverick 88 tactical shotgun she reluctantly lifted off a dead cop outside the airport. Along with the shotgun, she managed to lift three 15 round boxes of 3 inch 12 gauge 00 buckshot from his vest.
Vehicle: None
Other: She's on a mission, and probably doesn't care about making friends. She has an unfortunate self harm addiction, that could pose a problem in this environment, and other than the knowledge she has accidentally learned about her shotgun, she knows nothing about weapons.
Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Where you from?: New York City
Personality: She's sassy, has a foul mouth on her, and doesn't know when to shut up. She tends to get herself into trouble with these ways. She's afraid of new people, and new relationships, and really only wants to stick to what she knows. However, what she knows…is pretty much gone.
Back Story: She's headstrong, and before the outbreak, lived on and off the streets. The only home she ever had was the couch of her best friend Ryder (pictured with her above). He lived in a simple shoebox apartment in the middle of Manhattan. He was rich, by default, having mostly trust fund money from his parents to make his life glamorous. However, he spent most of his time and money attempting to make HER life glamorous. For that, she could never repay him, but she always gave him her time. They ran off for a while, with nothing but money, a bag of clothes, and a couple of plane tickets. They were headed for the West Coast, when their plane was forced to land on emergency in Cleveland, OH. Someone on the plane had threatened another passenger with violence if they didn't move out of the way to the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, however, that panic, lead to a blood bath. The person had began snarling, and snapping, after appearing dead in the middle of the isle. The pilot was made aware, and the person was covered with a sheet. Not long after his death, however, he sat straight up, and chaos broke out. It was the single most terrifying moment of Hayley's life. Ryder protected her, kicking the man at the emergency exit. Before they were forced to open the door, and kill everyone, the pilot made the decision to land. Problem? The chaos in the sky was only the tip of a bigger problem. The chaos on the ground was widespread. As they exited the plane, Hayley and Ryder were separated, and she was carried off to a holding area, while he was left behind to run for safety. The only thing she remembers of his last moments with her, was all of the blood, from those around them. Now, it's her mission to find him, if it takes the rest of her short life.
Weapons: She has her carry-on backpack, which she has stuffed with various supplies along the way, including weapons. She carries a blue handled machete (hooked at the end), several decent sized pocket knives, a large Buck knife, and a Mossberg Maverick 88 tactical shotgun she reluctantly lifted off a dead cop outside the airport. Along with the shotgun, she managed to lift three 15 round boxes of 3 inch 12 gauge 00 buckshot from his vest.
Vehicle: None
Other: She's on a mission, and probably doesn't care about making friends. She has an unfortunate self harm addiction, that could pose a problem in this environment, and other than the knowledge she has accidentally learned about her shotgun, she knows nothing about weapons.
Awesome :) I'm going to do some more reading and stuff and determine a character that would be appropriate.
I've been thinking of joining for a while. I wonder if you guys would have me?
im interested, but how will the plot progress like what conflicts are to be had?
Well, with the characters all having their own individual problems, it will be like a slice of life RP with little problems coming up for each character during the course of the RP. There can be little romances, hospital visits, arrests/bail outs, and just your basic problems that come along with troubled youth.
Or we can all come up with ideas for the characters to be involved in serious issues, as well.
Here in the small town of Miller Valley, Virginia sits a small building. It's unmarked, and honestly unremarkable in appearance. What it holds inside, however, are the secrets and the lives of individuals from every walk of life, looking for solutions, or just a shoulder to cry on. This is the Miller Valley Counseling Center, perched in the middle of a lonely gravel road in all its glory.
The basic gist of this RP is that teenagers and young adults from many walks of life, and mental issues come together for support, and counseling. They lean on one another, and although they are very different from one another, get along, even if only within the walls of the center.
I've run with this idea before, but without much structure. So, this time, I would like to have a little more structure, and maybe a Co-GM.
You can play almost any sort of character you want. Sickness, mental illness, abusive situations, survivors, veterans, anything.
[I can explain anything that needs to be explained, but I am sick at the moment. So, I'm posting this for interest catching. Let me know if you're interested.]
The basic gist of this RP is that teenagers and young adults from many walks of life, and mental issues come together for support, and counseling. They lean on one another, and although they are very different from one another, get along, even if only within the walls of the center.
I've run with this idea before, but without much structure. So, this time, I would like to have a little more structure, and maybe a Co-GM.
You can play almost any sort of character you want. Sickness, mental illness, abusive situations, survivors, veterans, anything.
[I can explain anything that needs to be explained, but I am sick at the moment. So, I'm posting this for interest catching. Let me know if you're interested.]
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Basically, I'm looking for someone who can play a character that is sort of a loner, but ends up accidentally stuck with a young female for some reason. We could play this story a million ways, and it just depends on you. It can be played as a zombie apocalypse RP, an assassin RP, or really anything. I like the idea of him coming across her during a mission, or a run (again, depends on the situation) and then because he's not a total heartless dick, he takes her under his wing, if only to keep her alive.
This can also be played either as a father/daughter type thing (she can be a little younger), a protege sort of thing, or as a potential future romance that is sort of slow burning (Vampire Diaries - Damon/Elena style).
PM me and let me know if this brings up any ideas. I'm dying to get something started right now to keep my mind busy. So, I'm eager to hear ideas.
This can also be played either as a father/daughter type thing (she can be a little younger), a protege sort of thing, or as a potential future romance that is sort of slow burning (Vampire Diaries - Damon/Elena style).
PM me and let me know if this brings up any ideas. I'm dying to get something started right now to keep my mind busy. So, I'm eager to hear ideas.
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