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Been awhile. I'm going to try crawling back from the dead now.
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2 mos ago
I'm going to have to take a break for awhile. One of my dogs just passed; we went to bed together like we always do and when I woke up she was gone. I feel awful right now.
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3 mos ago
Had a fun birthday. Had some alligator tail for dinner, overall was pretty good for a place I hadn't been to before. Will start getting back into the groove of things soon.
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3 mos ago
Well, I'm officially 27 today.
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4 mos ago
One of my relatives that had gone missing was found deceased today—apologies if I don't get to replies in a timely manner.
It's been a hot minute since I've been a part of this, but I was considering coming back.
For those not on discord (guessing that's where this is coming from) could we get a little insight into what brought this on?
I'm not in the discord (at this moment, that is) but my best guess would be that be that the activity has slowed considerably on both site and discord. Last time I checked the only regularly active thread was the Twi'lek RP. But it could be something else for all I know.
Grant Valente - An acquaintance that often visits the Harwells' bookstore. Despite having hung out here and there, the duo aren't particularly close, with Tanner preferring to spend the time she has on investigations instead.
Lauren Jones - A Quinta local that regularly lingers in the Harwells' bookstore. As Tanner prefers to keep to her journal, and Lauren with her books, most interaction between the two of them has been purely business matters.
Appearance Tanner isn't exactly what you would call a "stand out".
Topping out at five foot six and weighing just slightly less than other females her age largely a result of being stuck with a thin, lithe frame, Tanner is undoubtedly average. She doesn't have any identifying blemishes, leaving her skin undeniably clear. Her hair and eyes are almost the same color spot-on, both being shades of hazel-like light brown. Even her clothing is often standardized, comprised of cheap, inexpensive yet sturdy basic garb commonly seen in the outer districts. Truly, were it not for Tanner's insistence to keep her hair cut almost boyishly, she could probably blend into a crowd of people and essentially disappear to the untrained eye.
Personality It isn't unusual for Tanner to be seen "detached" from the world at hand.
Driven by the need to find the woman she has been searching for, Tanner has made a habit of only interacting with people who likely have information that could help her. Otherwise, Tanner is a girl of few words, as if she was giving someone the cold shoulder. Even to the few "companions" she has, her reactions are robotic, deadpan and unemotional. Many potential friends have left disgusted because of her attitude, although Tanner seems clueless as to why others might want nothing to do with her. Nonetheless, it doesn't take Tanner long to get over a missed connection—the only thing that truly matters is finding that woman.
Biography A native of Wall Maria's Quinta District, Tanner had been expected to take over the family bookstore from her mercantile parents.
Had.
Unbeknownst to Tanner, her family had been shrouded in great mystery that she seemed destined to unravel. House walls dotted with family portraits plus one unknown individual. Old letters to a woman Tanner struggled to remember. Dodged questions and half-truths from her parents. Such clues and links as these ate at Tanner, gnawing away at her thoughts and soul.
Who was this woman? Why could she not recall her name? What relation did she have to Tanner? She needed to know, even if her parents didn't want her to.
Dotting down what little information she had into an old journal, Tanner set out to find the truth about the woman that constantly racked her thoughts. Whilst most leads amounted to nothing, her investigative inquires being returned by the locals with the same avoidance her parents had, the real clue had been in front of Tanner all along. The green cloak in the portrait; the mention of the Survey Corps in the letters her parents stashed away. Clearly, whoever this woman was, she had something to do with the Scouts.
Despite being closer to her goal, however, Tanner had ran into a road block. While it was obvious that the woman had, or was, a Scout, she struggled to find someone in the Scouting Legion that had known her, forcing Tanner to rethink her next action. Deliberating the issue for several days, it wasn't long before Tanner realized what she had to do—if she wanted to find this woman, she would have to follow in her footsteps, joining the Survey Corps.
Of course, Tanner knew full well that her parents would object. The Scouts always came back heavily bloodied and battered, and there had been talk of disbandment, so who in their right mind would let their "only" child join the military, even more so if they were seeking to join the Scouts, rather than the Military Police or even the Garrison? One surely had to be insane to agree to such a thing.
And so, under the cover of an early morning, Tanner turned her back on the family bookstore, seeking a recruiter to fulfill the destiny she had set herself on.
Grant Valente - An acquaintance that often visits the Harwells' bookstore. Despite having hung out here and there, the duo aren't particularly close, with Tanner preferring to spend the time she has on investigations instead.
Lauren Jones - A Quinta local that regularly lingers in the Harwells' bookstore. As Tanner prefers to keep to her journal, and Lauren with her books, most interaction between the two of them has been purely business matters.
Appearance Tanner isn't exactly what you would call a "stand out".
Topping out at five foot six and weighing just slightly less than other females her age largely a result of being stuck with a thin, lithe frame, Tanner is undoubtedly average. She doesn't have any identifying blemishes, leaving her skin undeniably clear. Her hair and eyes are almost the same color spot-on, both being shades of hazel-like light brown. Even her clothing is often standardized, comprised of cheap, inexpensive yet sturdy basic garb commonly seen in the outer districts. Truly, were it not for Tanner's insistence to keep her hair cut almost boyishly, she could probably blend into a crowd of people and essentially disappear to the untrained eye.
Personality It isn't unusual for Tanner to be seen "detached" from the world at hand.
Driven by the need to find the woman she has been searching for, Tanner has made a habit of only interacting with people who likely have information that could help her. Otherwise, Tanner is a girl of few words, as if she was giving someone the cold shoulder. Even to the few "companions" she has, her reactions are robotic, deadpan and unemotional. Many potential friends have left disgusted because of her attitude, although Tanner seems clueless as to why others might want nothing to do with her. Nonetheless, it doesn't take Tanner long to get over a missed connection—the only thing that truly matters is finding that woman.
Biography A native of Wall Maria's Quinta District, Tanner had been expected to take over the family bookstore from her mercantile parents.
Had.
Unbeknownst to Tanner, her family had been shrouded in great mystery that she seemed destined to unravel. House walls dotted with family portraits plus one unknown individual. Old letters to a woman Tanner struggled to remember. Dodged questions and half-truths from her parents. Such clues and links as these ate at Tanner, gnawing away at her thoughts and soul.
Who was this woman? Why could she not recall her name? What relation did she have to Tanner? She needed to know, even if her parents didn't want her to.
Dotting down what little information she had into an old journal, Tanner set out to find the truth about the woman that constantly racked her thoughts. Whilst most leads amounted to nothing, her investigative inquires being returned by the locals with the same avoidance her parents had, the real clue had been in front of Tanner all along. The green cloak in the portrait; the mention of the Survey Corps in the letters her parents stashed away. Clearly, whoever this woman was, she had something to do with the Scouts.
Despite being closer to her goal, however, Tanner had ran into a road block. While it was obvious that the woman had, or was, a Scout, she struggled to find someone in the Scouting Legion that had known her, forcing Tanner to rethink her next action. Deliberating the issue for several days, it wasn't long before Tanner realized what she had to do—if she wanted to find this woman, she would have to follow in her footsteps, joining the Survey Corps.
Of course, Tanner knew full well that her parents would object. The Scouts always came back heavily bloodied and battered, and there had been talk of disbandment, so who in their right mind would let their "only" child join the military, even more so if they were seeking to join the Scouts, rather than the Military Police or even the Garrison? One surely had to be insane to agree to such a thing.
And so, under the cover of an early morning, Tanner turned her back on the family bookstore, seeking a recruiter to fulfill the destiny she had set herself on.
Location:Marigold Festival, Mineral Springs Park & Lagoon
Date:September 7th, 2019
Eleanor struggled to understand why they were stopping. By God, people were eating each other not far from where they stood! Couldn't the man–Charles, as he introduced himself–at least wait to catch his breath until they were safe in the confines of her rust bucket of a car, away from the cannibal freaks?
Nonetheless, Eleanor felt she owed Charles a few seconds to catch his breath. Had Charles not been there moments ago, Eleanor came to realize that she would've likely had her face or some other body part chewed off. And so, the Chinese-American stayed put, waiting for him to catch his breath even if she was already rearing to go. Not to add that Eleanor wasn't about to abandon another human being to be devoured by the walking dead. Perhaps it was smarter to leave Charles behind, but her humanity stood foremost–he was alive and breathing, just as much as she was.
"E-Eleanor. But since we're, you know, in a hurry, Elli is fine." She stuttered; her reply as rapid as her movements looking to identify any possible threat among the horrors that might endanger either of them.
"Now, I don't mean to rush you, but could we get going? Please?" Eleanor asked, watching the shambling bloodsoaked individuals slowly growing in number as they chased after the horde of fleeing festival goers out of the park and made a gruesome buffet of anyone unfortunate enough to trip and fall. "Because, uhm. They're coming our way. Like right now."
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