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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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Shan heard voices, and even more specifically, Matt's voice echoing through the void. It was silent, otherwise, as she assumed everyone else was dead. Whoever he was talking to was a decent person. They were giving him a chance to speak, and they didn't seem to want any issues, as far as she could tell. Taking a long and deep breath, she scooted from behind the tree, getting a better look of the people below her.
A piece of her wanted to head down the hill to find him, but another side of her knew that she would never make it without being spotted. So, she lowered herself to the ground, like many of the exercises they had worked on after her attack in the city. She pressed her stomach flat, her loaded weapon aimed perfectly on the man speaking to Matt.
Travis lumbered through the trees, listening to voices and what he could only make out as idle threats, or requests. He slowed at the powerful voice ahead of him, and began tiptoeing as best as he could through the old leaves. He had never been much of a graceful person in the first place, and injured, he was even worse.
Everything was silent, as if the people speaking had disappeared for a second or two, and so Travis decided to go on landmarks…anything to find, and possibly join (or kill) the good side (if such a thing existed anymore). A flash of red caught his attention from above him, and though his eyes immediately darted to the vibrant color, his brain began to complain, and he whispered to himself over and over.
"It's not real. She's dead…Just keep walking…", he whispered, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced back up the hill, and the same wisp of red hair continued to blow in the wind, causing his heart to skip, "No…we're not…"
Suddenly his foot caught something heavy, and his face smashed into the damp forest floor. Groaning, he turned onto his side, glancing back at the obstacle. Expecting a walker, his mouth dropped open, and he narrowed his eyes, making sure he had gotten the facial features right, as a few features had definitely changed with the conditions.
"You're alive…am…am I seeing things again, or are you…What the hell is going on?"
A piece of her wanted to head down the hill to find him, but another side of her knew that she would never make it without being spotted. So, she lowered herself to the ground, like many of the exercises they had worked on after her attack in the city. She pressed her stomach flat, her loaded weapon aimed perfectly on the man speaking to Matt.
Travis lumbered through the trees, listening to voices and what he could only make out as idle threats, or requests. He slowed at the powerful voice ahead of him, and began tiptoeing as best as he could through the old leaves. He had never been much of a graceful person in the first place, and injured, he was even worse.
Everything was silent, as if the people speaking had disappeared for a second or two, and so Travis decided to go on landmarks…anything to find, and possibly join (or kill) the good side (if such a thing existed anymore). A flash of red caught his attention from above him, and though his eyes immediately darted to the vibrant color, his brain began to complain, and he whispered to himself over and over.
"It's not real. She's dead…Just keep walking…", he whispered, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced back up the hill, and the same wisp of red hair continued to blow in the wind, causing his heart to skip, "No…we're not…"
Suddenly his foot caught something heavy, and his face smashed into the damp forest floor. Groaning, he turned onto his side, glancing back at the obstacle. Expecting a walker, his mouth dropped open, and he narrowed his eyes, making sure he had gotten the facial features right, as a few features had definitely changed with the conditions.
"You're alive…am…am I seeing things again, or are you…What the hell is going on?"
I shall post after my yoga and Jiu Jitsu classes today :)
Fixed. :) I'm on my way home guys. Post post post!
FortunesFaded said
Wait, I'm confused. Ciphra's and my characters are in the scene as well, but weren't mentioned in either of your posts..?
They are where she would have seen? I may have missed something. :/
I finally posted :)
C'mon guys...let's get moving again. Midterms are over and I'm falling into spring break. Time to post the shit out of this thread :D
C'mon guys...let's get moving again. Midterms are over and I'm falling into spring break. Time to post the shit out of this thread :D
Shan smirked uncomfortably as she was introduced to the strange man in front of her. It was a gesture, much like a wave, without seeming any more awkward than it had to be. As Matt spoke for her, she sighed reaching down to grip the revolver in its holster tightly. Her hand shook against the worn wood of the grip, and she sniffled, nodding to herself. This wasn't going to be easy, and she wasn't the best shot, but still yet, she was their only hope at food.
She drew the weapon slowly, opening the cylinder with a shaky hand. She could barely hold the gun still enough to keep it from rattling against itself, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out three .357 shells. She slowly rattled each shell into a chamber, pressing the cylinder closed when she was finished, and then wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Shan stopped to think about what they were doing this for. What if they found the group? What if the group was sick, or hungry? What if…
There were too many what ifs. There was too much that could go right, if only they had some supplies. In fact, she halfway wanted to blow the head off of Matt's companion…if not only for security. Gritting her teeth, she shook the thought from her head, and walked forward down the trail. Once in a small clearing, she could see the people quite clearly. They didn't look much better than she did, pretty thin and tired looking. They were bad.
"They're bad…", she thought to herself, almost whispering it aloud to build morale. She slowly raised the revolver, placing the bead shakily along the temple of one of the men, just as a truck pulled up. Shan couldn't help but grit her teeth in frustration and throw her hands up a bit, gun and all. Matt said nothing about extras. He said nothing about what to do about these new people. Listening closely, she made out what they were saying, at least enough to decide that the new ones were Matt's problem. Taking a single deep breath, she glanced to the truck, and the new man, and then back to her target, where she pulled the trigger.
"Stay right there…and lay that down. I won't ask twice…", the older man asked, before a shot rang out, piercing the silent air of the forest.
The older man crumpled immediately, screaming out in pain as the bullet pierced through his collarbone, and out the lower side of his shoulder blade. Shan's face flushed, immediately terrified of what she had done.
As the man screamed, she lowered herself to the ground, a sickening feeling washing over her. Every sound he made crushed her soul. His other two partners quickly turned in circles, attempting to find where the gunshot had come from, and the man continued screaming. Shan gritted her teeth, holding the top rail of her revolver against her forehead in thought, before she took a deep breath and took aim again.
"Fuck! Ah…I'm dyin'. What the hell, man!", the older man yelled, before Shan pulled the trigger, and his brains splattered his female companion as she bent down to cover the wound. She gave a scream of both disgust and fear, as her the remaining male searched Shan out, firing several shots in her direction. He turned violently to the new face in front of him, the barrel of his rifle close to his nose, "These your people?! YOU PLAYIN' GAMES WITH US?!"
Shan hit the ground, gasping loudly as a bullet smashed the bark off a tree, inches from her face. She managed to catch her breath, and crawled back up the side of the hill, to a large tree, where she sat and waited for backup.
Travis approached the backside of a small cabin, every piece of him believing that the place had been completely destroyed by people coming in and out for supplies. Surely these idiots had gotten the same idea he had. Surely more people were either here, or had been here. Limping around the side of the building, he approached a water pump, and almost broke down in tears. A bright smile covered his chiseled facial features, and he quickly covered the nozzle with his mouth, turning the valve on full blast. A blast of ice cold well water rushed into his mouth, and down the front of his shirt, relieving his dry lips and tongue with wetness.
"Oh my god. Thank you. Thank…you…", he gave to no one, running his growing hair under the faucet as a gunshot rocked his entire body, "What the fuck?!"
He fell into the mud at the sound of a terrified and pained scream, backing himself up against the water pipe, as he scrambled for his handgun. Another shot rang out, and he took the safety off his pistol, scanning the entire set of woods. After a moment of confusion, and after checking himself for bullet holes, he stood from the ground, took one last drink of water, and began walking toward the sound of chaos.
She drew the weapon slowly, opening the cylinder with a shaky hand. She could barely hold the gun still enough to keep it from rattling against itself, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out three .357 shells. She slowly rattled each shell into a chamber, pressing the cylinder closed when she was finished, and then wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Shan stopped to think about what they were doing this for. What if they found the group? What if the group was sick, or hungry? What if…
There were too many what ifs. There was too much that could go right, if only they had some supplies. In fact, she halfway wanted to blow the head off of Matt's companion…if not only for security. Gritting her teeth, she shook the thought from her head, and walked forward down the trail. Once in a small clearing, she could see the people quite clearly. They didn't look much better than she did, pretty thin and tired looking. They were bad.
"They're bad…", she thought to herself, almost whispering it aloud to build morale. She slowly raised the revolver, placing the bead shakily along the temple of one of the men, just as a truck pulled up. Shan couldn't help but grit her teeth in frustration and throw her hands up a bit, gun and all. Matt said nothing about extras. He said nothing about what to do about these new people. Listening closely, she made out what they were saying, at least enough to decide that the new ones were Matt's problem. Taking a single deep breath, she glanced to the truck, and the new man, and then back to her target, where she pulled the trigger.
"Stay right there…and lay that down. I won't ask twice…", the older man asked, before a shot rang out, piercing the silent air of the forest.
The older man crumpled immediately, screaming out in pain as the bullet pierced through his collarbone, and out the lower side of his shoulder blade. Shan's face flushed, immediately terrified of what she had done.
As the man screamed, she lowered herself to the ground, a sickening feeling washing over her. Every sound he made crushed her soul. His other two partners quickly turned in circles, attempting to find where the gunshot had come from, and the man continued screaming. Shan gritted her teeth, holding the top rail of her revolver against her forehead in thought, before she took a deep breath and took aim again.
"Fuck! Ah…I'm dyin'. What the hell, man!", the older man yelled, before Shan pulled the trigger, and his brains splattered his female companion as she bent down to cover the wound. She gave a scream of both disgust and fear, as her the remaining male searched Shan out, firing several shots in her direction. He turned violently to the new face in front of him, the barrel of his rifle close to his nose, "These your people?! YOU PLAYIN' GAMES WITH US?!"
Shan hit the ground, gasping loudly as a bullet smashed the bark off a tree, inches from her face. She managed to catch her breath, and crawled back up the side of the hill, to a large tree, where she sat and waited for backup.
Travis approached the backside of a small cabin, every piece of him believing that the place had been completely destroyed by people coming in and out for supplies. Surely these idiots had gotten the same idea he had. Surely more people were either here, or had been here. Limping around the side of the building, he approached a water pump, and almost broke down in tears. A bright smile covered his chiseled facial features, and he quickly covered the nozzle with his mouth, turning the valve on full blast. A blast of ice cold well water rushed into his mouth, and down the front of his shirt, relieving his dry lips and tongue with wetness.
"Oh my god. Thank you. Thank…you…", he gave to no one, running his growing hair under the faucet as a gunshot rocked his entire body, "What the fuck?!"
He fell into the mud at the sound of a terrified and pained scream, backing himself up against the water pipe, as he scrambled for his handgun. Another shot rang out, and he took the safety off his pistol, scanning the entire set of woods. After a moment of confusion, and after checking himself for bullet holes, he stood from the ground, took one last drink of water, and began walking toward the sound of chaos.
Rare said
Well, I'll not change the picture because he looks like a 'rapist' to you. How am I 'lack' skill, you just look at my CS and you just think that I lack skill.
Shelton has a way with words...Let's just let him come in and address this whole mess, and not start a bunch of fighting in the OOC. I see it coming and I'd rather not. I'm not getting into the middle of it, and I'm letting him deal with this one.... Working on a post, guys.
Okay so here's the thing with me:
We had an ice storm here in Northeastern Arkansas, and Midterms, all bundled into three weeks of hell. What that meant for me was no electricity, sleeping in sleeping bags on my best friend's floor, riding with strangers to and from work, because my Mustang was completely stranded on Walmart parking lot, and basically having no way to really get ahold of you guys. I promised a lot of things before I was ambushed with crap...and those things never happened.
I'm here right now to say that I am working on those promises right now, as well as working on a post. I will be home around 10:30 pm CDT tonight to post, finally, and maybe work on a few touch ups in the OOC. I will also be on IRC (if it's still working) to chat things out with some people, if you wanna join.
Sorry for the commotion, and thank you so much for keeping it alive while I've been away. I'm back now, and unless we get ANOTHER blizzard...I'm here to stay.
We had an ice storm here in Northeastern Arkansas, and Midterms, all bundled into three weeks of hell. What that meant for me was no electricity, sleeping in sleeping bags on my best friend's floor, riding with strangers to and from work, because my Mustang was completely stranded on Walmart parking lot, and basically having no way to really get ahold of you guys. I promised a lot of things before I was ambushed with crap...and those things never happened.
I'm here right now to say that I am working on those promises right now, as well as working on a post. I will be home around 10:30 pm CDT tonight to post, finally, and maybe work on a few touch ups in the OOC. I will also be on IRC (if it's still working) to chat things out with some people, if you wanna join.
Sorry for the commotion, and thank you so much for keeping it alive while I've been away. I'm back now, and unless we get ANOTHER blizzard...I'm here to stay.
I'm going to post soon too. Sorry guys. I've been swamped at school...:/
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