Lady Absinthia

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia McMillan

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Location: The hotel

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Cynthia just sat there staring blankly at the screen and didn't snap out of it until the Tv was turned off. Slowly she looked over towards the two sisters and tried to force a bit of a smile but it was obviously hard. She knew she had an air tight alibi for the night before and she had been cleared of all charges when it came to Simone but that didn't really make her feel any better. After all those years locked up in that place she referred to as hell and the threat by her doctor that they would toss her back in and throw away the key if she even so much stepped a foot out of line was weighing heavily on her damaged mind.

Looking down she fiddled with the bacon in her fingers and started rambling. "I didn't do this. I know you didn't do this. They know I didn't do this. Yes I know they know you didn't do this. Do you think that they know they they know that I didn't do this? I hope so. What if I am next. Why would you be next? You know why? I do. Of course. Oh yeah. Well do you? Do what? Think I could be next? It's possible. Why would you say that! Because it is the truth! What is the truth? That you know. Are you sure? Well I think so. Well what if you are wrong? That's what worries me. Why? Cause if I am wrong then... Yeah, then..."

Sighing deeply she flopped back on the bed and shoved the bacon strip fully in her mouth. Chewing loudly as she started to sing.

"Down at an English fair, one evening I was there
When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flare

Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are, all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
Thats what the showman said

Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll up bowl or ball a penny a pitch

Roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch
Roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch
Roll up bowl or ball, roll up bowl or ball
Singing roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch

Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts
(They're lovely)
There they are all standing in a row
(One, two, three, four)
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
(And bigger)

Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
Thats what the showman said

Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll up bowl or ball a penny a pitch
(All together now)

Roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch
(Harmony)
Roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch
Roll up bowl or ball, roll up bowl or ball
Singing roll up bowl or ball, a penny a pitch."

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Atticus Pearson

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Location: Dining Room

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Atticus looked over towards and chuckled a bit as he gave her a crooked grin. "I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world," he replied without hesitation as he leaned down under the table to retrieve a few more cards. Once he was sure he hand gotten them all he sat back up and leaned back in his seat once again, resting the heels of his boots on the edge of the table and rocking back and forth. He let the cards fold between his fingers slowly.

"In other words, not going to let her get under my gorram skin," he laughed as he continued to shuffle the deck several more times before he just started dealing out cards to himself and Dorothy. It was just five card stud but it was enough for them right then. He usually started it out this way. A simple game of poker between the to of them. Depending on who said what depended on how long they ended up playing. Chances were usually high he would irritate her enough to leave but that wasn't what he was trying to do most of the time, most of the time.

Setting the deck down between them he picked up his card and started to rearranged them. "Any problems down in the infirmary? Everyone okay from the crash? Or are you here to begrudgingly ask me to give someone last rights?" he taunted her as he glanced in her direction from over the top of his hand. They had the oddest of relationships. Depending on how you caught them they could seem like friends or like they were about to bury each other. It was all the flip of a coin.

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Jahosafat Moreau

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Location: Barber Shop Aka The Foy'er

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Jahosafat watched Foy carefully as he stood in the doorway of the Foy-er, a smooth smile on his lips as he rested on hand down on his pistol; his finger lightly drumming over the fine example of a projectile weapon. His eyes never leaving Foy's as the young man tried to slip out of the room quickly. The doctor stepped in front of him for a moment, as if he intended to use him as a meat shield before letting him pass. It looked to be a show down at the O-K-Barbary.

Soon as the man was gone and Foy started laughing Jahosafat wrapped an arm around his own midsection and let out a belting of heart felt laughter as he doubled over. After a moment, he rested his hands on his knees, gasping for air and holding up a single finger before righting himself and removing his splendid head cover. "I do declare, you have a penchant for the dramatically fabulous. I best believe your dear patron nearly shat himself from the looks of it." Wiping the moistness from the corner of his eye with the back of his knuckle he chuckled a few more times remembering the look on the poor lads face. It was truly a splendid moment and reconnection with his oldest and dearest comrade.

Stepping over he took Foys hand and gave him a right proper shake before tucking his hat beneath his arm and retrieving a piece of Foy's wrapped candies. "Slumming it? I do declare! I just thought it would be best if I was to get a proper shave before you set off world I did. You know these so called gents around here cannot dare hold a candle to the likes of Beardmaster Coiffeur!" He wasn't lying when it came to the compliment he had just given the Ivory to his Ebony but Foy would know well enough that Dr. Moreau wouldn't have stepped foot on such a small Alliance vessel if something grand was not in play.

"Indeed! You speak such truths, something is afoot and what I am here for, well it would send world into such upheaval if they were to be made aware. Granted, doesn't the 'Verse always turn on its axis when the likes of us get together. They tremble my good man. Now, come. Give me a tour of this vessel and I shall fill you in, for you my dear friend will be a major player in this; probably much to the Captain's dismay. But before that, do tell me more about our dear Captain Quinn. I have heard such things from his ex-fiance, I would like to know if she spins scandalous lies or delicious truths," Jahosafat said with a bit of mirth. Had he such a fine example of facial foliage as Foy he would be twirling the end of the hairs right then between his two fingers.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose Sweet, I can work with that. I'll get a Danica post up in the next day or two.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Heading Towards The Hospital
Interacting With: Fucking No One! LOL

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Amy pulled the bloodied gloves off her hands and sighed as she tossed them into the hazardous waste bag. Shaking her head she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she had just played the most deranged version of hacky sack in history. The heart was at least off her foot now. She watched it loft through the air and perked a brow as it landed and the land shot it. She didn't even want to know what that was about. She was a heart surgeon and normally she would have been devastated that a heart was ruined the way it was. You know, shaking it all about and then using it for close range target practice, but right then she could care less. It must not have been a good one anyways.

Turning things were wrapping up and she grabbed her bat. Figuring she could turn in for the day and get the hell off the streets of this maddening town. You know, curl up in front of a fire, pull out a good book and refuse to read it as you down a couple of cases of wine and try to forget everything that had happened today so far. A woman that came back from the dead, holy peanut oil, acid in the face, a mystery man that wanted her heart, a heart that rained out of the skies, stepping on it. You know, just your typical trials and tribulations of the every day.

Rolling her eyes she pulled out her phone as it went off and noticed the text message. She was supposed to report back to the hospital. What now? Someone give birth and instead of a single bouncing baby boy the woman shot out of her va-jay-jay a swarm of vampire bats and they wanted her to administer rabies shots to everyone? Grumbling to herself she grabbed tightly to her bat and started walking through the streets of this fine fine town back towards the hospital. She swore to herself, if anyone got in her path or asked her if she had heard the good word she was going to pretend their skull was a softball and go for a home run.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose Library - Where would it be and what condition would it be in at this time?

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii Okay, Morgbra is fully up to date once again. Jesmand is complete. Kayala is missing Stehrr but have pmed Queen to work it out, should have her updated later today.

Edit: Nevermind. Queen and I worked that out fast. All three of mine are fully completed and ready to go!

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@jakeb1993 Need a post before you flip over to counter for day 8, you are on 7 already.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Wow, I think we just missed a death by the skin of our teeth. Actually I know we did. You see, I did the rolls for LLA and you know what? A 1 came up. Those of you that have been here a while knows what that means. It means a character death just occurred. Thing was... Silly me, when I checked the lists, I had rolled 1 too many times. The last roll was a 1, so that 1 just got shuffled off to no one and is lost in the real of unneeded rolls. No deaths! Holy shit!

@Nallore @Jotunn Draugr - The door is unlocked, it will squeak a little when pushed open. The two of you hear several shot gun shots go off in the distance, from the sound it of it is coming from the north-west but the way things are echoing in the small empty town, you can't be sure for certain. At the window of the deli, from the inside a Walker slams his hands against glass trying to get to you two. He has what looks like an over stuffed rucksack on his back.

@Morose - Oh Eddie is able to stab the thing in the head alright and it goes in, but the rapier gets caught in the skull. How I have no fucking clue, ask LLA. Pulling back on the sword causes that little is holding up the weight of the man to break loose and suddenly it looks as if it is about to be a Eddie Sandwich pressed between a corpse and the porch. Oh where is someone to give him a bath now?

@Caits @Nallore - The little girl sticks with you two and a couple of other Newnan folk start chasing the racoon around the inner walls of the city, trying to catch it but pretty much keeping their distance at this part and hoping to drive it over a wall. Last thing you see is the racoon ducking out towards the east part of the city. At least it is away from the main group of people.

@Sigil @Charnobylisk - That racoon? Yeah, he runs right past you two and under Bridgettes horse, the horse is not happy. Not happy at all! Racoon takes off, dodging any attempts to take it out as more Newnan folks are now running after it. It heads towards the wall, runs right up it and starts making its way along the top.

@Nallore - That racoons last move before running off any further is to jump off the top of the wall and run right for the stables. The four horses of the Apocalypse are spooked to fuck and back, breaking free and are now running around the space between the inner and outer wall. Have fun!

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Zoie & Ryan

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Location: Mess Hall -> Lock up at the court house

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"Sure thang boss, Isa take reals good care of old Irish," Zoie said in a bit too chipper of a voice and Ryan groaned inwardly. With his luck she would end up serving him a salad, complete with ground glass croutons. Hefting him up off the ground she led Ryan over to a seat away from the rest of the people, having Miss Sally bring over a tray and then follow her out of the Mess Hall and into the streets of Newnan. Miss Sally followed with the tray. Zoie wanted to play it safe, it was better to lock hm up before she removed the restraints.

Ryan looked around at the town as they walked, surprised with how well organized things to be. This place was a lot better than Eden, he needed to make sure that he was able to stay. A cell here was better than a cell in Eden any day he figured and he was right. Zoie escorted him into the lock up within the court house and tossed him in. Miss Sally setting down the tray of food before stepping out and heading back to the Mess Hall. Zoie locked the cell tight before she did anything else.

"Now you be putting yer hands through, turn now," she ordered him and Ryan rolled his eyes as he did and Zoie cut the restraints. Rubbing his wrists a bit he grinned at her. "Now, you be spillin' it Ryan, all of it."

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location:The Mess Hall -> Building F

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Tatiana nodded towards Ash and felt a wave of relief wash over her as the man was removed from the Mess Hall with the woman who was known as Zoie. Taking a deep breath her grip loosened a bit from Jack and she went back to picking at her food. She was eating but slowly. They had been on the road only a day to find the place but it wasn't like their food stores had been massive and she didn't want to make herself sick from eating too quickly.

Keeping quiet as she ate, simply looking around slowly and smiling towards Jack from time to time. It was obvious she was still nervous and scared but at least the place seemed clam enough. Even with the little issue, it was handled quickly and no one got hurt. That was a plus in her books. Looking up as she heard someone clear their throat she saw Miss Sally standing there.

"Let's get you two settled in and then you can have a look around, okay?" she said sweetly as she motioned for them to follow her. "Don't worry about your trays, I'll take care of that later," she added as she stepped over to the door and waited for them. Tati looked over towards Jack and smiled a little before grabbing her paper and folding it back up, shoving it in her pocket before waiting on him to take the lead.

Tati kept her fingers laced with his as Miss Sally lead them out of the Mess Hall from the back entrance and across Jefferson towards a little Yellow House right next store to the Distillery Storage. The old woman had a bright smile on her lips as she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. Pushing it open she stepped inside. The place was a little more set up than the apartments were, it had been an office of sorts before everything had happened so it had pictures on the walls, end tables, couches and such.

"We haven't had a proper couple here in some time, so I think this will do," she said brightly. "There are towels and such in the bathroom. Come on by the Mess Hall later and I will take you down to supply and we can get you some clothing for day to day stuff. For now, will leave you two alone. Stay inside the inner wall, don't go venturing out beyond that. Safer until we get to know each other. Dinner is at 7 sharp, infirmary is in the court house building close to the mess. If you need anything, I will be in the Mess Hall," she said before excusing herself.

Tatiana looked around dumb founded for a moment as she looked around. Swallowing hard, she found herself a bit overwhelmed by everything and a few tear slipped down her cheeks. "Ve really safe no'v?" she asked quietly as she dropped her pack on the hardwood floor.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Kyra

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: Keystone

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Kyra didn't want to wait until they were underway but she understood why Keystone didn't want to just start ripping things open right then. There was no telling what was under the canvas in those crates and there was a heavy covering of whatever it was by perfumes and potpourri. It was obvious that Cremwise didn't want people to know. So Kyra simply nodded, agreeing to wait until the time was right. They would find out soon enough she figured, it wasn't like the man was going to just go and run off in the middle of a war zone without an escort. He seemed to like the fact that more and more were joining up with the crew. She figured it was because none of the newer additions were asking questions and seemed to be providing a better meat shield; free of charge.

Things seemed calm enough, people were chatting and getting along. No one seemed to be fighting or scoping out things. The scent of the fowl cooking was pleasant and it seemed that they would be able to eat soon enough and be on their way. Ash yawned in the back of the wagon, resting and licking his fur as he cleaned off the blood from the rabbit he had caught earlier in the day. Kyra stuck close to Keystone but her eyes darted about, mostly watching Cremwise. He was fine at first, just puffing away on his pipe but after a little bit he seemed to be getting nervous. "Something isn't right," Kyra whispered as she stepped around Keystone, letting his large frame black of her from view as she unlaced her bow from her back and nocked an arrow into place.

She was right, Cremwise tried to take a hold of the reins without anyone noticing, acting as if he was moving them to the side so he could get better comfortable. It was convincing enough for a moment until he moved them again. It was but a split second later that he yelled out "Yaw!" and snapped the reins against the back side of the horse, it whinnying loudly before the cart took off down the still muddy road. Ash's head coming up quickly to look around and staring at Kyra as it started to pull away.

"Son of a..." Kyra grumbled as she started to run after it, dipping into the forest and up a tree. She was better in the trees than she was on the ground and as long as they lined the path, she figured it was her best bet. Maybe Sana should have stuck it out for this part of the day, Epona would have been able to keep up without trouble but Sana was elsewhere and dealing with something of her own. Even with the cart on the back and weighed down; it was obvious that this horse was a bit stronger and faster than he should have been. In fact at the rate he was moving, even Kyra was having trouble keeping him in sight. There was no reason this horse shouldn't have been able to pull the cart out of the mud earlier.