Lemons

The Breeds

Gavin grimaced. "Oh, they're strong, all right." With that somewhat mystifying statement, he picked up one of the plates the food was served on. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but it was some sort of metal. It was heavy and dense, though more than that, he didn't know. He held it in front of his mouth, looking back and forth between the eyes of Noelle and Luke. Then, with a single inhalation, he snapped his mandibles forward. With a sound like a car crash, they slammed viciously into the dish. The noise made his ears ring, and he winced. Sorry, Noelle. Didn't know it would be quite that loud.

His jaw ached anew, and as the mandibles sprang back into place, he showed off the plate. It was marred by a long, clean slash where his insect jaws had bitten clean through it, cutting it nearly in half.

He consider what Luke had said. There was no way he was staying here. A prison was a prison, no matter what shape it took, and he had no interest in being anybody's weapon. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and turned jerkily, quickly making his way back to the corner, newly uncomfortable at being known.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. Instead, they lead to the world become a post-apocalyptic Staplocracy ruled by those who are skilled in using the art of staplerjutsu to murder all who oppose them.

I wish for a plague on both your houses.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. It involves stapling paper to people as rapidly as possible, and is discontinued soon after. The stage was too hard to clean up from all the blood.

I wish people would post in my RPs.

The Breeds

A bat. That makes sense, I guess. Wonder if she has wings too, though I guess she would've mentioned them.

Gavin looked at Luke as he began speaking. He found himself desperately envious of the boy. What a lucky guy, to have something that didn't hurt. He shrugged, loosening up slightly, though the appearance of the forked tongue did make him jump a bit. "I hope so. Honestly, it's not really the muscles that hurt with the mandibles, though they do hurt. It's mostly the cheeks, because occasionally they—"

Before he could even finish his whispered sentence, the mandibles caught a scent of something and once again expanded and contracted in his mouth, first stretching his cheeks painfully wide again, then slamming together with a clicking noise that he was pretty sure was audible through the entire room. He grimaced, a tear beading in his left eye as he massaged his bulging cheeks again. "—do that. It hurts my cheeks a lot, and I can't really control it."

He didn't mention his mental anguish. He'd picked up pretty quickly that this program was of the variety that chose people who didn't have much to go back to and much to notice their absence. Talking about his parents' death would most likely not go over very well with the genuine hard cases here who hadn't had parents at all.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

This RP is pure cyberpunk, no fantasy, no magic, just SEXY CHROME AND ROCKER GIRLS.

@DeadDrop

But...any sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic! So maybe it is magic! We've been looking at it all wrong!

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

Alright girls, break it up, you're both pretty.

Zombie Survival

@forums If I need an excuse, I can always roll with the whole "hey she probably has a concussion at this point" thing.

Zombie Survival

@LeamonZest89 Likin' the lemons, by the way. Mah man.

Zombie Survival

Wow. I guess they found a way out. I don't know why I didn't notice the solid-sized hole where the driver was sitting, given how close to it I was. I should've considered the windshield to begin with. Stupid. Get it together. Whatever. I really need to get out of here. I still need to go get food, which was the reason I was on the bus to begin with. It's not like I can just go back to my fridge like most people. I take a napkin out, wiping down my forehead. The alcohol-ish liquid stings the cut slightly, and I grimace. Well, you know what they say. If it hurts, you know it's working. I need to thank her somehow. Not with my voice, of course. Not my style.

Naturally, I'm not the type to wait my turn like a good little girl, and I shoulder my way in front of a boy that seems a little older than I am. Shoving my way past, I ignore the hand, wincing as I get yet another glass wound from crawling through the window. Specifically, my leather jacket and tanktop ride up a bit, leaving my hip to get a slight stinging cut. For those keeping track at home, that's three since I woke up, I think wryly to myself.

"Whoa,", I murmur upon looking out at the street, for once lacking a snarky remark. The street is as I have absolutely never seen it.

Quiet.

Not silent, mind you, but definitely weirdly quiet. There are plenty of cars; not a lot of them are running, though. It's...strange. I shiver slightly despite myself, rubbing my aching head, specifically the large red bump on my forehead. I have a bad feeling about this. Something's wrong here.

Zombie Survival

@LeamonZest89 Cool. I was just thinking I needed an audience for Tori's shenanigans.

please don't hurt me I promise I'm not that arrogant