Kuro

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

The Holloway Family

T H E H O L L O W A Y S
T H E H O L L O W A Y S

"Life doesn't always work out in your favor."

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Originating from Milford, the Holloways have been a family name in Huddeen since the late 1940s when the former Holloway Textile Co. was consolidated into a larger company upon sale of the family business. James Holloway, eldest son of the late Francis Holloway and freshly home from overseas fighting in war-torn Europe, had used this as an opportunity to purchase a house in Huddeen, having found the town quaint and welcoming to raise a family in. Since then, the Holloways have been an active member of Huddeen's community. Wherever you look, there has been a Holloway attached to almost every aspect of Huddeen, from the mayor's office to the fire department to even the local school board. Jill Holloway (née Cooke) was one such Holloway, working as the local weather correspondent until her passing of ovarian cancer just prior to the apocalypse.

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What Are You Listening To?

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Kitchen, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): Hailee @TGM, Kitaro @Martian, Jason @Force and Fury, and Harper @Days}

Previously: Click Here

Holly knelt in front of the kitchen cabinets, turning the corner cabinet turnstile around and around in dismay. By now, Morgan had wandered off to the open concept's living room, clearly more interested in playing with her plastic tea set than bothering Holly with questions as to what she was doing. Holly preferred it that way; she didn't want to Morgan to know that they were almost down to scraps. Whether or not Morgan actually knew what that meant was another question, but Holly didn't want to put that kind of pressure on her tiny shoulders. Like everything else that had happened in the last few weeks, it wasn't fair to her. Then again, it hadn't been exactly fair to any of them, either.

She sighed, cursing herself for not going shopping just prior to the fallout. At least with pancakes it was just a case of mix and water, but sooner than later they'd be hard pressed to cook anything else.

Maybe I could try and see if a text would go through...

Standing up from the floor, Holly grabbed her phone from the counter charger and pulled up iMessage. Typing away at the phone keyboard, she drafted up a message for some of the neighborhood kids—friends and/or neighbors that she had grown up and went to school together with prior to the apocalypse. She wasn't sure if any of them would receive the message, or how many of them were still alive. But anything was worth a shot, Holly figured.

Hitting send, Holly put down her phone on the kitchen counter and awaited any response.

Word association Game!

Style

A cultured [INSERT TOPIC HERE] discussion thread

I'm surprised this thread hasn't died off yet.

the alphabet game. lol

Ulysses

Why are there so many guests looking at pages?

Sometimes I go back and reread some old stuff, old roleplays from years ago I still have archived, to get a kick out of those good times. But I've noticed that when I do, not only the top of the page say "1 user" and my name, but also some number of guests viewing the page as well. I was just referencing my old old cs list from like 8 or 7 years ago, and it has 5 guests looking at it. I don't really mind since it's in the public channels but like, who are these people? And how are they finding threads and posts that are almost as old as the site itself?

@Light

A) They're actual people hidden by ghost mode or just not logged in.
B) They're bots that scrape or scan web pages, like Google's.

Probably the latter more than likely. @LegendBegins can probably say more on this.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I think Twitch drops are funny. The point of them is to build up hype for a game, draw more people into the community, etc. Then there's me, who just AFKs in a stream on my phone and lets it run just to get the free items. Idc for what xqc or anyone else is doing, I just want the free shit lol

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

If the group wants to hang on the Kurocord I'll be there, I suppose. Anyway, I'm working on a post right now.

@TGM

chop chop

But yeah, if you guys want to hang on there I'll DM everyone the link.

the alphabet game. lol

Serotonin