Kuro

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She was neat.

@TGM

You're neat.

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_{Location: Trial Campground - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

The Homecoming Trials #1.71 Forced Hands

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_{Interaction(s): Iñigo @Mao Mao + the Campfire Group}

Previously: The Desperate Need for Get-Along Shirts

Haleigh watched from afar as a group began to form around the campfire, evidently done with their infighting. The thought of joining their fire crossed her mind. Fireside chats were core to having fun camping outdoors, after all. It had been one of Haleigh's favorite things to do while camping, especially if she had a hot mug of coffee or s'mores to accompany it. And yet, she didn't move. Or rather, she couldn't, as if Calliope had frozen her with the ice powers she spoke of.

Since her arrival at P.R.C.U., Haleigh had been trying to put up a brave front. Even now, she had been trying to talk some sense into herself. Yet as Cassander put on his light show, her eyes grew wide, and her hands clenched around the wheelchair's handles. Talking about powers was one thing. Using them was another, especially so freely and seemingly with disregard to any potential risk at hand. Her thoughts flashed back to the destruction she had once wrought, back in Vancouver at the hospital. Would they want a display of her power, just like Cassander had done? Would, say, Trace try to goad her into showing off, like they had attempted to goad Banjo into fighting some more?

"Hey, what can the wheelchair girl do? Let's find out!" It sounded like a recipe for disaster. A walking disaster in the making.

"Better eat it before your food gets cold."

Although Iñigo spoke softly, setting down a plate of food nearby, Haleigh admittedly was startled by the sound of his voice. She could feel her heart race as each of her senses came rushing back, freed from the trance her thoughts had held over her.

"Sorry. I... I was thinking about some stuff. Didn't hear you approach." Haleigh apologized, returning his smile as she grabbed the plate. "Thank you, Iñigo. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

Watching Iñigo leave, Haleigh turned her attention back to the crowd surrounding the fire. She was used to eating alone, being an only child that grew up with a mostly absent single parent. Doing so now would've been no different than all the times before. But in this particular case, Haleigh felt that it was bound to draw onlookers, basing it off her experience earlier this morning. Katja in the auditorium. Football guy at the fountain. Her teammates had a knack at throwing pity parties for Haleigh, and it was likely bound to happen again. All it took was one, single happy-go-lucky teammate to grab the reins of the wheelchair and cart her off towards the campfire against her will.

Haleigh sighed. She couldn't run from this, both in the figurative and literal sense. As much as Haleigh didn't want to, her power-based anxieties had to be cast aside for now. Put on the back burner, more or less. Gripping the wheels, Haleigh readied herself for the worst and rolled over towards the group.

"Hey," She spoke up, announcing her presence as Banjo finished rambling about himself. "Is there, uh, room for one more?"

wayward. — a midwestern sol roleplay

_{Posting Expectations: Casual, Multi-Para
Genre(s): Modern, School, Slice of Life
Players: Variable}

[ R O L E P L A Y S Y N O P S I S ]

"Fightin' Hares, let's make this year one of the best!" You've heard it over and over again. It was the same old speech every year, even now in your senior year of high school. But everyone knew the truth—Hvass sucked. It wasn't a place where dreams were born, it was a place where dreams went to die. Everyone wanted out, yet Hvass seemingly had no plans to let go of the hold it had on people. Hvass was a trash town, with trash people and trash culture, and you were bound to die here just like everyone else. At least all you had was one more year with these chucklefucks. One final year dealing with all the morons and idiots until you all inevitably fucked off to do your own thing, never caring to see each other again. It was going to a long school year, but at least you had something to look forward to this time.

[ R O L E P L A Y I N F O R M A T I O N ]

[ ❇ ] H V A S S , I L L I N O I S : A B R I E F O V E R V I E W Hvass, Illinois is a deadbeat town with a storied history. Dating back to the early nineteenth century, the city of Hvass was founded by Scandinavian immigrants that made the journey to the United States following upheaval and strife in their home countries. Although the original settlers included Swedes and Norwegians, much of the original town owed its success to the Danish that preferred to settle in urban societies, in turn giving the town a strong Danish influence that persists even today. When the drums of war came for the United States, splintering the country into Union and Dixie, the Scandinavians of Hvass had been eager to join the side of Lincoln. It was common among American Scandinavians to hold anti-slavery, pro-Lincoln sentiments, and Hvass was no different. Many Hvassites volunteered for military service in droves, in particular the Swedish population that inhabited the outskirt farmlands. A plaque outside the Hvass community center, dedicated in 1957, honors those who died serving the Union cause. Despite Hvass' roots primarily as farming town, it would see a boom in both population and wealth upon the turn of the twentieth century. It, like many other meager Illinois towns, had heavily invested in coal mining, factory work and other aspects of industrialization throughout the 1800s that carried over into the next century. Local historians consider this the golden era of Hvass, with the city's population pushing forty-odd thousand at its peak as it competed with other Central Illinois metropolitan areas such as Peoria, Springfield, Bloomington-Normal and Decatur. By the end of the World Wars, and eventually the Illinois exodus that begun in the 1970s, however, much of the prosperity Hvass had enjoyed disappeared, leaving empty, worn buildings behind as the locals left for greener pastures—a trend that still continues to this day. [ ❇ ] T H E L O C A L E S O F H V A S S Though the city of Hvass has changed much since its founding, it has retained four main yet unofficial districts that separate the city into segments. These districts are the following: Downtown, the Southside Industrial Zone, the Neighborhoods, and the Hvass Business Complex. Down below, you can find specific information relating to each individual zone, along with some locations scattered within them. SOUTHSIDE INDUSTRY ZONE: Located in the southside of town, this place is where most of Hvass' industry is located. Originally a railray depot, it has since included other businesses, such as a paper mill, ethanol plant, and more. There are some houses and apartments here, but those who live here are among the poorest. No one lives here unless they have to, especially because of the ethanol stench and smog that blocks out any clean air. • Henningsen Paper Co. • Paragon Energy • Bager Auto Body • Gretchen's Bar DOWNTOWN: The center of Hvass, the downtown is a shadow of its former self. Most of the original downtown still remains, yet the buildings are largely empty and abandoned of any businesses. The few businesses that do exist are incredibly local, and the town council is invested in ensuring the remaining places don't fold and stay put in Hvass. If you're looking for the city's offices, this is where they're primarily located, along with town hall, the community center, post office and other important city buildings. • Hvass Community Library • The Hvass Courier • Tre Kronor (Diner) • Elske Confectionaries • Dollar General BUSINESS COMPLEX: Directly east of Hvass' core, the Complex has seen much development, if not the only development in Hvass, over the years. Large tracts of old farmland had been sold off to developers; the city seeking to draw big corporations and other businesses to Hvass and invest into the local economy. If you're looking to shop, grab a bite to eat, or just looking for something to do, then the Complex is your best bet. • Walmart • Menards • Ace Hardware • Aldi's • Steak 'n Shake • Round1 • Pizza Hut • Applebee's • Culver's NEIGHBORHOODS: Most of Hvass' neighborhoods are primarily located to the north, having formed around the large, aging houses built back when Hvass was still a farming community. Those who live in these houses are "midwest rich", so if you don't come from some sort of wealth, you probably live in a neighborhood with smaller, average-sized homes that had been built mostly in early-to-mid 1900s. This is also where the city's schools are located, along with a number of parks and other greenery places. • Hvass Community High School (HCHS) • Lundström Junior High • Inger Stenmark Junior High • Christoffer Storgaard Elementary • William Kragh Elementary • Buhl Elementary • Settler Park & Playground • Hvass Lutheran Church • Bjerre Sports Complex • "Bow-Wow" Dog Park

[ T H E R U L E S ]

If you plan on joining this roleplay, there are a few rules set in place that need to be followed. These rules are liable to be added to or changed as necessary, so keep an eye out. • Standard site rules apply, just like they would anywhere else on RPG • The roleplay will require at least one every one to two weeks • Character limit is two characters maximum per player • Applicant-based, this is not a first-come, first-serve roleplay • Real-life FCs only; no anime, art, etc. For those who have any questions or comments, feel free to ask anything that's on your mind.

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We have Ontario, Quebec and British Columbia haha. So we have three provinces.

@Lord Wraith

*kicks the Doug out of sight underneath the rug*

Yeah, Haleigh is totally from BC, Mr. GM Man.

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Guess he simply just got dealt some crappy cards. Rip.

@earthtogab

Yeah, shame on you, @Lord Wraith! This game is rigged smdh

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Reading the last couple roleplay interactions I gotta say Banjo has zero luck oh my lord.

@earthtogab

Hey, he's the one who decided to try his luck at Blackjack and lost to the dealer.

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_{Location: Trial Campground - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

The Homecoming Trials #1.55 The Desperate Need for Get-Along Shirts

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_{Interaction(s): Calliope @PatientBean & Iñigo @Mao Mao}

Previously: Team 21 Ain't Alright

"Just—why are we even fighting to begin with? All we're trying to do is set up tents. and yet people are more heated than I ever could've been writing blog posts about 'why glamping is an abomination and should be stopped'. Can't we just talk things out without going for the throat?"

Despite that things had begun to cool down, Haleigh was still nevertheless astounded at everything that had occurred over the past few minutes. Tensions should have never flared like they had. Banjo, in his own little ways, had been just trying to help, but then Iñigo lost it and from there all hell broke loose. Sure, maybe Banjo was being somewhat obnoxious, but that still not a reason for everything to just blow up like it had. In fact, there wasn't any reason for how it had blown up. Rationality, which was already difficult to come by given the fact they all had "superpowers", had just gone flying out of the window by that point.

At least no one had decided to use their powers; the only good thing in all the shit that had just been spewed. Haleigh couldn't bare seeing another person hurt, especially by something that could've been classified as a "weapon of mass destruction" anywhere else. The thought of such happening brought her back to that day she unintentionally brought down a hospital, and further back to the day she buried herself alive. It was only a matter of time before something like that was going to happen again, Haleigh worried, and these two fools could've likely done it with their own powers right then and now.

Not wanting to be reminded any further of the past, Haleigh closed her eyes, and took a deep sigh before she decided to answer Iñigo. "It's fine. Let's all just get along, okay? We're supposed to be teammates, not arch-enemies. Teamwork makes the dream work, or whatever the saying is."

Looking off into the distance, Haleigh wondered how Calliope was handling Banjo. She had run off after him, as well a few others in Blackjack. A couple of the guys, along with the woman who appeared more like a ghost than human. Evidently, the pale woman seemed just as interested as Iñigo had been to get Banjo riled up, laying into him about his manhood and comparing the Australian to that of a neutered dog.

"Here we go again."

Her face showed signs of both exhaustion and disappointment. These people were doomed, seemingly only able to understand how to lash out with callous, schoolyard behavior. At least Banjo had made the choice to back off, apparently more interested in another of their team. Maybe those two would be able to get along, Haleigh hoped. They desperately needed some friendly chit-chat that wasn't trying to one-up the other person.

Never mind. She just vomited at the sight of Banjo. So much for wishing someone might get along with another for once.

"I give up. Let them figure out their issues by themselves." Haleigh said, looking back to her tent partner. She may have just talked a big game about working together, but unless some crazy miracle happened, like everyone realizing "hey, maybe we could, I don't know, be nice to each other", there was no way Team 21 was going to keep itself in one piece.

"Iñigo, I'm going to take shelter in our tent for awhile. I suggest you plan on doing the same sooner or later with the storm that's coming. It's certainly not going to be a sprinkle."

Haleigh pointed upwards to draw his attention towards the black, dark clouds above. It was going to rain soon, she knew based off the petrichor, though Haleigh doubted any of her teammates even knew what that meant.

"Between you and me, though, I would've already made the call to pack up and have us head back home. People are only going to get hurt staying out in this weather."

_{"But what do I know, it's not like I've been doing this kind of thing my entire life."} She continued, her words half-grumbled out of annoyance.

Even with their powers in play, Haleigh held reservations about sticking around. No one wins against Mother Nature. It was foolish to think you were invincible from her reckoning. If anything, Haleigh knew that better than anyone here, having been buried alive in a landslide. Her hyperhuman ability may have been the catalyst, but it was still Mother Nature that had done most of the work.

Turning her wheelchair around, Haleigh began to roll herself towards their now-inflated tent only to be cut off by the sudden return of Jim to their motley campground. He made sure to grab everyone's attention as he talked about a "team swap" between the rest of the H.E.A.T.-based teams. Something about being able to switch to another team if they thought didn't mesh with their current team, which... well, fit Team 21 to a T.

For a moment, Haleigh considered the idea. She looked back at the rest of Blackjack, wondering what they were thinking as well. Some of them had to be thinking of swapping, given recent events. But the more Haleigh thought about it herself, she realized changing teams would just be replacing idiots with idiots. And, besides, not all of Blackjack was awful as she was making it out as. Some of them—Cassander, for instance, and Haleigh supposed Katja and Calliope as well—seemed cool. They might've only spoken a few times, but they were about the closest connection she had with anyone here. Leaving would've meant she'd been alone again. Back at the start with strangers.

And in all honesty, Haleigh didn't want to be alone again, even if she thought they were all being stupid right now.

From there, Jim moved on to another announcement, telling his team to enjoy their meal around the fire. They probably had enough time for dinner before the rain, Haleigh thought. But did he say they were supposed to stay put, here, in the middle of potential dangerous storm? Part of Haleigh was eager to have some choice words with whoever decided that decision. Jim apparently had some sort of power that could keep them safe, but Haleigh was hesitant to trust him. She wanted to, but she couldn't find the strength to do so. Whenever powers were around, everything seemed to take a turn for the worse.

Knowing her luck, a lightning bolt might just break past this "supposed" shield and fry her to a crisp. Maybe that was the one good thing out of all this, Haleigh macabrely considered. It'd been something she flirted with in the past. At least then she'd be the 10% in a 90% survival rate. There would be no need to worry about people getting hurt by her actions then, a concern being pushed to the forefront now that the conversation had shifted to their own powers, seemingly in an attempt to keep the team together as the dinner bell rung in time for suppper.

Haleigh shook her head, trying to cast away such thoughts.

No. Offing yourself was stupid, dummy. What was she even thinking? Staying alive was the whole point of coming here. If she wanted to die, then she should've let the people of Vancouver finish the job.

Get yourself together, Crawford. Dad didn't raise a quitter.

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me trying to figure out where all responses directed towards haleigh lead to:

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@Hound55