KZOMBI3

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

@DeadDrop there's L E W D N E S S involved

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

@ouTland01 duuuuude your boy got all the deets - Rowan def probably comes to him to gain some specific info for the more ahem "illegal dealings"

kz's krypt | a character storage

Heart of Rock n Roll

_{The Cramps "Human Fly"}

_______________________________________________ Darcy Rene Cook | July 1 | #ff0040 ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Twenty Five | Female | 5'7 | 121 lbs | Bisexual | Single | Singer / Waitress / Dancer - take your pick ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ✓ ambitious | ✓ egalitarian | ✓ strong willed | ✓ social ✘ addict | ✘ stubborn | ✘ rowdy | ✘ opinionated ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many "Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat ➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ☆ ☆ ☆ Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne. Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse. Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents. In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it. She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.

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The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Darcy Cook

_{The Cramps "Human Fly"}

_______________________________________________ Darcy Rene Cook | July 1 | #ff0040 ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Twenty Five | Female | 5'7 | 121 lbs | Bisexual | Single | Singer / Waitress / Dancer - take your pick ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ✓ ambitious | ✓ egalitarian | ✓ strong willed | ✓ social ✘ addict | ✘ stubborn | ✘ rowdy | ✘ opinionated ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat ➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many "Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ☆ ☆ ☆ Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne. Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse. Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents. In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it. She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.

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Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

Not really <.< >.> i like to think of their personalities and give em like stereotypical voices etc and so i guess they would think in that voice? kinda like humans? def. cats

>>> What’s the closest thing to real magic? <<<

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

_{mentions of Rush @GingerBoi123}

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Calixta snapped her eyes open in an instant. Least, that's what it felt like. At some point she had collapsed right there among the dying and the dead. It was coming to her in harsh waves; all encompassing and powerful. Her synapses firing over a mile a minute and the pain she was experiencing was something akin to when she initially damaged her body all those years ago. However internal it may be, Calixta attempted to move regardless. The pain surging through her body the way she knew power and electricity to travel to the components of the scrap tech she fiddles with from time to time. It had a central, localized point - 'like that tree' - and then from there it would branch out and travel to all the necessary points - 'like branches on a fuckin' tree!'

Tree? What fucking tree? How much NEON did she take? How hard of a hit did she take? Did the explosion and shock wave scramble her own internal components enough to super impose memories like that?

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the piercing cries of those around her. She could distinctly pick out which of those were in pain and which of those were a rallying cry. In her hazy condition she turned to survey the damage around her, hunched form as she picked herself up off the ash littered ground. Bits of concrete and debris sticking to the blood that coated her skin like a thinly veiled latex suit. It would have been sensual and something she would have enjoyed in another circumstance, perhaps, but this? This was just disturbing. It didn't help that all of this going on around her was something that seemed to have come out of nowhere. No one could have seen this coming. Could they? Amidst the shouting, Calixta took notice of a small group of people crouched around the fallen statue of their fearless leader of Mars, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚘. She would have gagged in an attempt to throw more spite on the man, but in her current situation all she could do was look on at the scene unfolding around her.

Pushing herself to stand up as tall as she could Calixta began to hobble away from the Square, at least what was left of it. Her scraped and bloodied hands were able to find purchase on a wall near her and with a finally kick to the ass on her part, she was able to use the newfound building as a crutch. The rifle she had used not but moments ago, lay near the bodies it was used on - practically forgotten at this point. She was sure someone would stumble across it and use it, she hoped it would be used to take out more of those fuckin' bastards though.

Where was she even going? Was there really anything to go to? Or rather, go back to? She was shaken up, sure, but it only affect Takari, right? Everywhere else should be relatively OK. This is New Brazil after all and OK isn't something New Brazil does. It's chaotic and swirlly and a roller coaster at the best of times. It's what Calixta enjoys most outta this place. And then shit like this happens. And without her knowledge or help for that matter. It was starting to piss her off more knowing that she knew nothing rather than the act itself and getting caught in whatever crossfire this would soon turn out to be.

As she stood there leaning against corrugated metal more of those memory like visions flashed before her eyes. It was like she were watching a movie that had been superimposed onto her retinas from her brain even though there wasn't enough power behind it. Thus resulting in the burning like sensation she was experiencing. Curling in on herself, hands gripping her head in excruciating pain, she released a sound akin to a wounded animal. The mechinations within her own skull were whirring to an insanely high RPM and it was causing a literal burn. The visions from before were playing on repeat. Never ceasing. Though they were beginning to play in order now instead of in chunks, and although she was suffering, she couldn't help but to watch on in awe - as if this information help the key to everything and she needed it for herself.

Calixta was so entranced with the motion of the video like vision experience and the pain that came along with it that she hadn't noticed that someone was approaching her location and a decent speed too. 'Snap outta it! C'mon!' Her internal self struggling and winning out over the ethereal tree visions. She released the death grip she held on her skull feeling the effects of the pressure building and then subsiding suddenly. It was like her head was stuffed with cotton and steel wool. Grating on her internals but also muffling even her thoughts.

Neon signs continued to flash and flicker around her, even if a lot of them were hanging by their cords. Sparks were beginning to fly off at random intervals from the destructed pieces. People were still hobbling around, those that could at least. Calixta briefly turned her gaze in the direction of where she believed the statue and those people were. Trying to think of what she could do and where she could go, her first thoughts were of Hpnotiq and of Marcus. "Yeah, yeah..." she voiced aloud, hoping that talking through her previous plans would jar something into her and get her to get outta this, this funk, "I was gonna bring some Stim-X to Marc... he, he would be waiting at the club..."

With that final thought she began her trek through the stalls and bodegas and alleyways to get to her place of business and hoped that her friend was there at least. To do what? She had no fucking idea. She knew she just needed someone to throw this brain vomit at and hope to the Gods that it made some fucking sense.

It seemed that all semblance of normalcy went out the door with that explosion. Well, at least for Calixta. But that's New Brazil for ya

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

mentions of Viktor @antman0623

Rowan sat in the furthest booth that allowed her vision of the entire shady pub. Light barely filtered through the grim infested window panes, covered exclusively with left-over rags from the brothel down the wharf. 'Definitely wouldn't touch any o' those,' she remembers thinking when first she stepped foot inside the dingy hole that she's now come to frequent. All with a pouch full of coin.

As she sat there sipping her second canter of ale, her sharp eyes caught sight of all the traffic bustling through. There were definitely more coming and going today than there have been the last few weeks. She was highly curious to say the least. However, she wasn't getting paid and therefore, could stave off her curious nature. At least for now.

It wasn't until a man was being lead towards the side room, having entered through one of the code enforced doors. Rowan all but rolled her eyes into her drink. Though, it was the man and how he slipped away, seemingly without anyone's notice. But she did. It was kinda her job. And even though she wasn't being paid at the moment, she decided it was time to scratch that itch she'd been meaning to scratch. Her ale was also finished.

Setting the empty canter down on the table as silent as a mouse - not that it mattered much, with the amount of noise taking place around her, she doubted anyone would have heard her had she slammed it down on the solid oak. With her drink discarded she moved like the wraith she was and followed the male down the narrow hallway. He had slipped through a side door and it was only a matter of time before he would emerge. However, she was impatient and decided to slip inside the room after him. A blade of hers already at the ready.

Skillfully slipping in, the door closed with a hush of a whisper - she doubted he would have heard it - and stuck to the shadows of the room using them to her advantage. 'Just what was he doin in here?'

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Darcy Cook

_{The Cramps "Human Fly"}

_______________________________________________ Darcy Rene Cook | July 1 | #ff0040 ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Twenty Five | Female | 5'7 | 121 lbs | Bisexual | Single | Singer / Waitress / Dancer - take your pick ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ✓ ambitious | ✓ egalitarian | ✓ strong willed | ✓ social ✘ addict | ✘ stubborn | ✘ rowdy | ✘ opinionated ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat ➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many "Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ☆ ☆ ☆ Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne. Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse. Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents. In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it. She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.

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The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

this sounds neat, def interested
would like to reserve Debbie Harry if I can~

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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