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Lady Absinthia
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STATUS: Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there 5 yrs ago
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Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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If things get real bad and you have to resort to cannibalism remember: Vegans first, they are the closest thing to grass fed.
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March didn't come in like a lion... It came in like a T-Rex with PMS, and hemorrhoids, wearing barbed wire undies....
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✾ 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊 Keep moving forward ۩━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned. Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol. ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it. Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ |  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ↕ The first step is scary. ↕ ↕ Take it anyway. ↕ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Current Roleplays ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Resources and Tutorials ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ My Main RP Peeps ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Everything Else |
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Astrid Hansen
Astrid took a breath and rose her axe in the air, this was not going to to be a kill hit but it was a hit that could mean the difference between life and death. Aiming she brought the axe down as hard as she could. It severed the hand clean off just below the wrist joint and went into the wood of the wagon. Yanking it out she shoved it into her belt and grabbed the small blow torch that her and Bridgette kept in the wagon. She didn't even flinch at any screams the woman may have made or the pain she was going through. Long as she was in pain she was still alive as far as Astrid was concerned. Lighting the end it flared up and she looked at the one handed girl.
"Hold on, this is going to hurt like a bitch," she said as she grabbed her by the forearm and seared the end until the blood stopped flowing. That being done she turned off the torch, tossed it into the back of the wagon and leapt back onto Edgar. "We gotta make a break for it, hold on cause I am not stopping," she warned the two woman before kicking her heels into the flanks of her horse and speeding off as fast as she could without overturning the wagon and the girls she was hauling in the back.
"Brig, take point!" she called out. There was no way she could take any walkers down right then, it was enough to keep everyone in tact at this point that she was hauling like some demented cargo. Down the road they went and thankfully it was mostly clear. Most of the walkers either distracted by the fire or in the hoard behind them. It didn't take long before Astrid saw the walls and slowed down a bit. Walkers were scattered everywhere and the front wall had a downed section more than wide enough for them to get in. Astrid wasn't stopping, this wall was newer than the one she remembered and further out. Hopefully the wall she and Bridgette had remembered was still standing fully.
Seeing two people up at the top of the gate on some form of look out she yelled. "Hey!" she called out trying to get their attention.
Zoie Crawford
Zoie kicked back and kept an eye out. The walkers were starting to thin out some and everything seemed quiet for the most part. Her relief coming to her after a while and she was ready for him. Sitting in one place on a wall was boring as hell to her and she would much rather being helping to clear out dead Biters from the streets and such, something.
"Anything so far?" Chris, a younger man who was usually helping with the motorpool. He didn't know much but he was learning and at least knew how to handle a gun, well kind of.
"Nah, it be quiets so far. Hopefullys it stay that way, we could be usin' some rest and such. Little burn going on off in the distance, hopefully ain't nothin' to be frettin' over but yous be keepin' an eye out," she said as she took the offered cigarette from his finger and took a deep puff off of it.
She kept it locked between her lips as she saw something moving and placed the scope of the rifle to her eye. Peering through it she stopped for a second. "Did I just drop acid or do that really be some viking looking bitches comin' our way on horse back?" she asked Chris as she handed the rifle over for him to look.
"I think we dropped the same drug then, cause I'm seeing it too," he said surprised as he took a look. Lowering teh gun he kept it at the ready as Zoie pulled the butt from her lips and radioed over to Ash.
"Boss, ya think that whole mess we done gone through been that Ragnarok shit they be talkin' about on the history channel? Cause, we got's Vikings at the gate...." she said into the radio as Astrid called out to her.
"Where the fuck you be rollin' in from? Norway be that way," she aid pointing off to the east.
Kyra Altham
"Wasn't asking for payment," Kyra said as she rolled her eyes slightly and chucked the food over to him. It landing on the floor and skidding across the dirt floor of the building a few feet until it came to a stop next to him. If she had wanted him to pay for the food she would have said so, this was just Kyra trying to be a decent person; which she was underneath all the coldness but it was times like this when she tried to help someone and they rejected it that made her really reconsider if it was even worth the effort anymore in this day and age.
Perking a brow to Ye Ol' Crazy Chicks words she nodded slightly. "Even if nothing went down they are still a bit of a ways from us. Will head out back to the road. Probably right when I am not dripping wet, granted drying off won't be much good with this rain," she said as she grabbed the bottom of her tunic and rung it out as best she could. Hopefully by morning the rain would be gone and they could start off without getting drenched but from the look of things outside it was not going to let up anytime soon.
Then Valona started talking to herself again and Kyra just stared at her for a moment before shrugging it off and grabbing some food for herself and taking a bite. It seemed this was going to be a standard thing with her and it was best to just her talk to herself because it seemed when she started talking to others it got even worse. Just what the hell was wrong with this woman? Did she really want to know? Probably not, at least as long as she wasn't causing a real problem and it was just gibberish why worry?
Granted as that thought crossed her mind was about the time that the gong rang and round one began. Kyra closed her eyes and took a deep breath, sliding back from the fire and moving well out of the way. "Rule one, don't fuck with crazy folk," she muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest. This was going to be one hell of a show.
OKay, that gif for the reporter is cracking me up way more than it probably should.
~Updated on June 8th with additions to General and GM section - Added 1x1 section~
Welcome to the forum, or actually welcome back.
Alicia looked over towards Tank, her fingers wrapping around a bottle of hot sauce on the counter and was about to chuck the damn thing at him for his comment about Lorna when the shit hit the proverbial fan. Screams echoed in from outside and there was the sound of a crash. Had some fucker decided to jump the blockade with his car she had to wonder to herself. Hand came from the hot sauce as she headed for the door, her hand reaching under the side table and pulling her gun before she follow Tank over the couch and out the door. Climbing the short flight of stairs from her under street apartment front door and to the street she stopped in her tracks as she held her gun low.
Her head tilted to the side a bit as she saw Danica laying there like a broken rag doll. She didn't know the woman well but had spoken to her a few times in person, enough to know she did articles on travel for the local paper. They had ended up running together a few times; happening to walk out the door at the same time in the morning and figuring it was better to run in silence next to someone they at least knew a bit than be hit on by the various guys they would run across. Taking her pistol she slapped the safety on and tucked it under the back of her shirt before walking over towards Lorna and Lawson.
"What the fuck just happened?" she asked the two. wondering if they had seen anything that wasn't pretty evident before them. Letting out a short breath she looked back over to the body and furrowed her brows. The bullet wound at her temple and the bruises. Had she gotten then on her run? She had seen Danica come home banged up several times before, girl had a knack for taking chances. Maybe she finally took one too many?
Roy ducked his head down a bit when he heard the crash before it whipped around and he saw the body of Danica splayed out on the crushed table. The man took a deep breath and rolled his eyes a bit. "God fucking damn it, it's supposed to be my night off! But no, just has to be raining bodies doesn't it?" he grumbled as he put his beer down and looked as Jeremy headed towards the building across the street. Stepping over towards Cecily he knelt down and took a look at the body for a quick moment as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of latex gloves; holding them out for her. He kept some with him at all times, habit from being on the job for so long.
"If that guy is doing what I think he is doing I gotta go stop dipfuck from touching anything on the roof. Secure the scene until the coroner arrives," he said as he stood back up after she took the gloves. Walking over to the door that the archeologist has kicked in he narrowed his eyes. Already destroying evidence it seemed. Roy walked in and looked up. "I'm a detective, not a mountain climber," he said from behind his clenched teeth. This night was just getting better and better.
And so the climb began and he did not have near the luck that Danica had had, well she didn't have luck but you know, and things went much rougher for him than they had Jeremy. By the time he actually made it up to the roof he was covered in dust, splinters, and had some cuts on his knuckles from what could be seen. What couldn't was the bruised set of ribs from landing on a scaffolding railing when he lost his grip. Taking a few heaved breaths he looked over to the man that had rushed off and up there. "Touch one thing and your body is going to land right on top of hers," he warned as he pulled out another set of gloves and started looking around.
What had gone on up there? There were signs of a struggle, not much but there was more than one set of footprints in the grim and muck of the roof top. Blood was splattered in light drops here and there. He stopped as he knelt down and picked up the butt of a cigarette in his gloved hands, placing it close to his nose as he inhaled. It hadn't been out long. Folding it up in a spare glove he kept looking around.
"Tell me if you see the shell casing," he said as he pulled out a flash light from his pocket and shown it about. Where the hell was that casing?
Downtown/Boston Heights
Cecily had put the call in to Station 54 about the dead girl on the sidewalk at the the Block Party for Boston Heights. It wasn't exactly the type of call they were expecting that evening but then again in Justice anything could and would happen at anytime. Over at the scene the press was now scrambling to get passed the blockade and over to the body. They didn't care that there were people afraid there, that they were pushing over tables of food and nearly trampling on some, that they could be destroying evidence. They wanted to be the first one to air live the image of Danica Graves fave on the now breaking news that was broadcasting across the city.
"Amy Adams for Channel 6 News. We are here at Boston Heights were tragedy has struck yet again. Not six months ago a young woman took her life during the small communities block party. This is the first one to be held sine that night and now another apparent suicide has occurred. Is the food here really that bad? No details yet of who this young woman is or why she has done this but will will keep you posted and informed as the stories breaks. Live from the scene, I am Amy Adams for Channel 6 News." Her camera man zoomed in on the face of Danica and froze as the news cast broke live across the city.
Downtown Christopher Wallace, the county coroner had been notified by the local precinct of what had gone down and he was getting his team together to head over. In his pocket his phone rang and he quickly took the call without looking at who the caller was. "Kind of busy here," he said as he pinched the phone between his cheek and his shoulder to hold it in place. That was until a voice piped in from the other side of the line and he stopped what he was doing. "No, I understand. Don't worry, I have it under control," he said in response into the phone before he hung up and quickened his pace.
Sorry - totally swamped this morning, will get a post up today for Roy & Alicia, as well as bringing in more NPC's to the scene. (Right now I just had to move out everything from my work area of my home and put up coverings to make it look like a blood soaked murder scene, so I am a tad behind lol)
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