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Kingfisher
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- Old Guild Username: Kingfisher
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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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I'm hoping to have my character finished today. Little bit more work to do yet, and still need to find an appropriate noir themed image for him.
Also of course to write up a delicious introduction post…
If in doubt; chuck a black and white filter on a normal picture.
@Kingfisher Give me district and borough names and I'll add them to my post.
Dawnpeak Heights
Redcliff Hills
Old Jewellery District
Southgate Square
Nytestar Canyon
Taintmarsh Park
Vulture Rock
Chinatown
Lover's Hill
American West Coast, Santa Somabra, 12 of July 1957
Baby let me be your lovin' teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck
And lead me anywhere
Oh, let me be
(Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck
And lead me anywhere
Oh, let me be
(Oh, let him be)
Your teddy bear
“If I have to listen to this sappy -fucking- record one more bloody time…” Madeline Hollinghurst gave the jukebox a vicious kick, causing the great silver/brown contraption to shake, making the Elvis Presley song jump slightly.
“Hey, Limey!” a heavyset man with greasy slicked back hair called over from behind the counter “if you’ve damaged that thing you better hope you’ve got the cash to pay for it!”
Maddie span around, her maroon eyes pulsing with tempered fury, long black curls fluttering around her pale shoulders “Does it ever infuriate you to be so remarkably similar to every other brain-dead, prick-sucking, yank over forty with an America Dream complex?” she hissed, her nails digging into her palms with the intensity by which she was clenching and unclenching her fists.
“You better start grovelling real quickly, pussy cat.” Fumed the man, a large vein is his forehead bulging visibly “It’s real easy to make bodies disappear around these parts.”
“You know; I used to think White Picket Fence syndrome was a joke, but seeing how badly you lot cling to a perfect lifestyle that doesn’t exist, in spite of the insurmountable amount of evidence that suggests otherwise, I genuinely think it might be an actual medical condition.”
“You’ve got a real way with words, lady.” Grumbled the heavyset man “but words won’t get you far in this city.” He darted under the counter, and when he next emerged there was a slim shotgun clasped tightly in his meaty hands.
“Bollocks.”
There was a deafening bang, then Maddie was flying backwards, slamming into something hard and cold, with something hot and wet pouring out of her chest. She was on the floor, her head pounding, blood oozing out of two fresh holes in her stomach, with the world slowly breaking away into ribbons as her eyes lolled back. Long tendrils of darkness crept across her vision, until there was nothing left but an all-encompassing void of nothingness.
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THUD! Maddie’s head banged against something metal, knocking the life back into her dead maroon eyes. THUD! She tried to hiss in annoyance, but the filthy cloth that was gagging her muffled the sound. THUD! Her world was now a dark coffin, her hands and feet bound behind her back. The thudding stopped, and the world became still again. Somewhere in the distance someone slammed a car door, and then faint voices were drifting in through the metal roof.
“She’s dead, right? Why’d we need the gag and shit?”
“Eddie said she was thrashin’ around and screaming even after he put two slugs in her. He was worried the cops would overhear or somethin’.”
“Pah! When was the last time you saw a cop on Drab Street?”
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
“I swear to every fuckin’ God out there, if she’s still moving when we pull her out I’m retiring. Papa don’t pay me enough to deal with this shit.”
The two thugs cracked the boot open, to find a pale teenager, dressed in a form-fitting pink Halterneck Dress that was drenched in blood, with jet black hair tied up in a bundled heap; her eyes shut.
“Jeez, why’s Eddie going around smokin’ little girls? Fuckin’ animal.” Muttered the bigger of the pair.
“When’d you grow a conscience? Let’s just dump her and get this over with. Being out here gives me the creeps.”
The thugs grabbed Maddie by her hands and feet, and carried her out into the desert. Miles of dirt-red earth, turned blue by the night sky, stretched out around them, with huge jagged cliffs rolling off into the distance. Sickly brown shrubs thrust up from the ground in mismatched tuffs, and the ground crunched beneath the heels of the men’s boots as they made their way out into the wilderness.
“What d’you reckons lurking out behind those cliffs?” Asked the smaller thug.
“Shut the fuck up, Danny.” Whispered the bigger one.
“Maybe some Ogres…”
“I said ‘Shut the fuck up’!”
“Or some man-eating trolls…”
“See; shit like this is why you didn’t get invited to Romeraz’s wedding.”
“Shit man, why you gotta make it personal?”
The two men lowered her into a ditch, dropping her with a small puff of red sand, before standing over her and surveying their handiwork.
“Cut her bounds.” Said the smaller one.
“Why? The cops are already gonna know it’s a murder. It’s not like there are coyotes running around out here putting shells in people.”
“No, you idiot, the bonds have got fingerprints all over them.”
“You really think Santa Somabra cops give a fuck about who killed some little girl?”
“You really wanna take that risk?”
“Alright, alright! Fine.”
The bigger one kneeled down, pulling a switch blade out of his pocket, before using it to gradually cut through the rope that was tying Maddie’s hands and feet together. Once that was done he undid her gag, before dumping the excess rope and cloth in one of his jean pockets.
“There, you happy now?” her spat at his mate, slowly rising to his feet.
Maddie’s eyes snapped open, and then she was up on her feet in a flash. Slamming into the bigger thug, her arms wrapped around his chest in an instant, and then her needle-like fangs were deep in the soft flesh of his pudgy neck, pumping hot red blood into her mouth.
The smaller thug let out a yelp as his dazed friend collapsed on the floor, frantically foraging for his gun in his jacket pocket. Maddie darted towards him, blood dripping from her open mouth, but the thug was faster.
Two pistol shots rang out, knocking Maddie to the floor, as a thick trail of smoke billowed upwards from the end of the gun.
“The shit you see in this fuckin’ city…” panted the smaller thug, his pulse racing violently. He stood over the young woman, gazing down at her limp corpse.
Maddie’s body jolted suddenly, and then her fangs were burrowing into the thug’s ankle, bleeding him dry. He cried out and dropped his pistol, and then Maddie tore upwards, slamming her fist into his lower jaw, sending him tumbling down onto the desert ground.
She snatched the fallen pistol up off of the floor, before kneeling on top of the thug, forcing him down with one knee whilst she jammed the gun into his open mouth.
“There was this thing I always wanted to try with my ex-boyfriend…” she began to explain, gazing into the thug’s terror-filled eyes.
BANG!
Maddie dusted herself off, rising to her feet as the lifeless body of her victim fell back onto the ground.
She turned and gazed up at the night sky, catching the distant spires of Santa Somabra gleaming on the horizon.
“I’m starting to think this might just be my kind of city, after all.”
@Kingfisher Well that wasn't clearly stated enough I'm sorry.
Was a pissy night for me last night. Got rained on in bed cause of a huge rainstorm that hit my camp. Got woken up at one in the morning to doors slamming things shaking and rain spraying in through windows that can't be closed because of how old this army camp is.
Her monsters swarmed over the control room, flicking switches, pressing buttons, and smashing consoles.
All across Santa Somabra her minions were swarming through the grid, shutting off power plants, generators, and back-up generators.
Then the city went black.
Its written right there.
HOWEVER
I appreciate that a lot of time an effort has gone into your collab, so I'd ask that we go with Tsar Gatto's suggestion, and end up with a situation where some of Santa Somabra, perhaps the more upper-class neighbourhoods, regains power, and other areas are left in darkness, atleast until the situation can be properly rectified.
So I guess I should abandon my thread then? Seeing how a bunch of mobsters trying to restart the main power plant would be impossible, according to this.
Because I literally have nothing else. Restarting the power is the only thing I can think of for Andy to do that would be important and welp you guys just squashed that so thanks.
If you want constructive advice acting like a child isn't the best way to get it. Its written quite clearly in the plot post that some of the consoles were broken.
That doesn't mean that there's nothing to be gained by turning the power back on, but that doesn't mean the entire city will instantly go back to normal.
That's some mega serious damage described in the plot post, is two hours or even a day really enough? I don't want santa som-hiroshima to happen when you guys turn it back on! :P.
would like to second this, and point out that it wasn't just a case of someone flicking the off-switch.
Well I have been considering a character which could fit nicely into the current cast and have some role in the ensuing chaos.
So far I have thought of two, firstly a human serial killer, sophisticated and insane to the highest level, not directly involved in anything - but a nice red herring perhaps especially for the detective types. Leaving bodies and crime scenes in his wake, his deceased wife (a fabrication of his mind, to him she is alive and with him still) is with him and the main cause of his psychosis.
Or secondly a 'possessed' human psychopathic drug addict, perhaps working for one of the factions or as a mercenary type. Regular drug user of all types, using the boons they offer combined with his somewhat unstable companion - a demonic type entity which inhabits the shell of his mind, to compete with the otherwise more deadly other races throughout the city. The entity could have been 'obtained' against his will in a failed spell or summoning, and what is left of him is now split vying for control - something along those lines.
Either of those sound appropriate? Any feedback or suggestions would also be very appreciated.
Both those ideas sound amazing, but the first one is appealing to my inner Hannibal Lecter, so there's where I'd put my two cents.
Awesome! Think I've got a good idea of what character I want to make... I'll begin to work on it once I get the chance.
Awesome sauce! Can't wait to see what you come up with.
o shit
I thought it was full moon too. Lemme edit my post accordingly.
The huntes are coming soon, so you'll get a chance to use all the content in your last post.
Hey everyone, just wanted to say I'm following this RP with much interest at the moment and your posts are all wonderful!
Considering joining, though it has been quite some time since I've written to the standards shown here, but may give it a shot.
Thank you from behalf of us all for your kind words! I'd love to see what kind of character you'd come up with, if you do decide to join the game.
Hi, looking to join up in this roleplay, looks awesome.
Two questions pertaining to this however;
1. Room for one more (ie: me)?
2. How far along is technology in this roleplay. Would I be able to give my character mechanical limb augmentations?
Ah thank you
We've got a whole city to fill up, so we're always looking for more.
The technology is modern, so you could have a prosthetic arm, but it couldn't fire rockets or anything.
I'm still here. :>.
Looking at the latest post by the bellsprout though, is it like officially the full moon already? The last part said it was "the night of the wolf" when the electricity went out.
This is going to affect two characters quite drastically if it is and we might have to change our posts much if that was indeed the case. It's going to take some work.
I was planning on having the hunters rock up fairly soon, but no its not the full moon yet.
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