Pretty sure the only way to accomplish this is to transition to a new thread but...
@POOHEAD189, @NuttsnBolts or @Ruby might have a different answer.
@POOHEAD189, @NuttsnBolts or @Ruby might have a different answer.
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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
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My Co-GMs are bored and need new character sheets to review, why not give the OOC a look and submit one for yourself?
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Yeah, I finished the latest edits yesterday, and let Junk know via Discord at that time.
Sorry, should have probably notified folks within here too, lol. I can make more edits as are required, should any turn up.
Nope just wanted to ensure we weren't jumping the gun. Read your edited sheet this morning and it is accepted.
Feel free to move it to the character tab and make your first IC at your earliest convenience.
@DocRock Have you had a chance to finish your edits?
There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true...
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Location Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
Post #2.26: Half-Pint
| Interacting with @Junkmail & @SepticGentleman
Turning away in a huff, Ellara rolled her eyes as she stormed towards the bar before gathering the appropriate ingredients and glassware required to make the pair their drinks. Slamming the heavy wooden doors behind the bar, Ellara angrily tossed ice into the glasses as she cracked open a bottle and began to sloppily pour it into several shooters. She felt angry for no reason other than being in the presence of that woman again, as though she had known her for years and it was a feeling she couldn’t seem to get a grip on.
It was a feeling of irrational hatred that Ellara felt towards her that had seemed to manifest from absolutely nowhere. It was as though there was a voice in the back of her head, one constantly telling Ellara that this other woman, this Hexenblut, would be her downfall. She felt as though the woman had somehow become her arch nemesis, a natural enemy sworn to do battle with her until the end of time.
And it scared her.
Like most people, the Jager are not without our own prejudice, my only regret is that I was never able to explain them to you, Half-Pint.
Ellara suddenly froze, nearly dropping the drinks in her hands as her father’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Normally reliving the memory of her father wasn’t a shocking experience for Ellara, except that her father had never said that to her, not while he had been alive at least.
“Daddy?” She whispered looking around but there were no familiar faces in the bar, let alone the one she was so desperately searching for. Ellara couldn’t help but feel as though she was very quickly going mad, between the things she had been seeing for the past few months, to her Uncle trying to kidnap her and followed by her father’s voice haunting her from beyond the grave, Ellara was well overdue for a mental meltdown.
What we are is both a blessing and a curse,welcome to the Path, Half-Pint.
Looking around again, Ellara shook her head as she ignored the voice, instead putting her focus at the task at hand as she made her way back across the Nog’s busy floor. Placing the tray of drinks down, on the table, Ellara look towards the pair as she smirked.
“Hope Jägerbombs are alright. ‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ making you two anything else until I get some answers.” Ellara stated as she pulled out a car, turning it around before taking a seat as she straddled the back of it.
“Firstly, what the hell are the two of you up to? You’re here for a reason, hell I’d wager the pair of you aren’t even from Santa fuckin’ Celia, you don’t have the smell on you and your certainly don’t have the look or damn attitude.” Ellara asked eyeing the pair suspiciously before continuing with her next question.
“Secondly, what the fuck is a Hexenblut and why am I the only one who can see your creepy as fuck face?” She continued as Kayla’s empty sockets turned to look at her, even void of eyebrows her face plainly showed her annoyance.
“I deserve some fuckin’ answers, you two know a hell of a lot more than you’re letting on, after all you fuckin’ called me, Jäger first.”
It was a feeling of irrational hatred that Ellara felt towards her that had seemed to manifest from absolutely nowhere. It was as though there was a voice in the back of her head, one constantly telling Ellara that this other woman, this Hexenblut, would be her downfall. She felt as though the woman had somehow become her arch nemesis, a natural enemy sworn to do battle with her until the end of time.
And it scared her.
Like most people, the Jager are not without our own prejudice, my only regret is that I was never able to explain them to you, Half-Pint.
Ellara suddenly froze, nearly dropping the drinks in her hands as her father’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Normally reliving the memory of her father wasn’t a shocking experience for Ellara, except that her father had never said that to her, not while he had been alive at least.
“Daddy?” She whispered looking around but there were no familiar faces in the bar, let alone the one she was so desperately searching for. Ellara couldn’t help but feel as though she was very quickly going mad, between the things she had been seeing for the past few months, to her Uncle trying to kidnap her and followed by her father’s voice haunting her from beyond the grave, Ellara was well overdue for a mental meltdown.
What we are is both a blessing and a curse,welcome to the Path, Half-Pint.
Looking around again, Ellara shook her head as she ignored the voice, instead putting her focus at the task at hand as she made her way back across the Nog’s busy floor. Placing the tray of drinks down, on the table, Ellara look towards the pair as she smirked.
“Hope Jägerbombs are alright. ‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ making you two anything else until I get some answers.” Ellara stated as she pulled out a car, turning it around before taking a seat as she straddled the back of it.
“Firstly, what the hell are the two of you up to? You’re here for a reason, hell I’d wager the pair of you aren’t even from Santa fuckin’ Celia, you don’t have the smell on you and your certainly don’t have the look or damn attitude.” Ellara asked eyeing the pair suspiciously before continuing with her next question.
“Secondly, what the fuck is a Hexenblut and why am I the only one who can see your creepy as fuck face?” She continued as Kayla’s empty sockets turned to look at her, even void of eyebrows her face plainly showed her annoyance.
“I deserve some fuckin’ answers, you two know a hell of a lot more than you’re letting on, after all you fuckin’ called me, Jäger first.”
You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...
H A R D C A M E T H E R A I N
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Clear Skies
Interaction(s): @Silver Carrot
Weather: Clear Skies
Interaction(s): @Silver Carrot
This girl had no clue, she didn’t recognize any of them. Vinnie could hardly contain his glee as he eagerly snatched the receipt from the girl before leaning over the counter again.
“I thought you was real cute, figured maybe you’d like to do something when you’re not working. Get to know each other a little better.” Vinnie stated as he stifled a chuckle. “Let me start, my name is Vinnie.” He said extending a hand before a sudden cough caused him to turn his head back towards the group he had entered with.
“Ah, damn.” He muttered before looking up at Natalie again. “Give me a minute there, dollface, I’ll be right back.”
Excusing him, Vinnie walked back over to Monty who proceeded to quickly cuff the back of the younger man’s head.
“Idiot!” Monty scolded. “Don’t you think we’re jumping the gun a little?”
“Isn’t that what we came here to do?”
“Yeah,” Monty began, “Except without you trying to bang her!”
“I’m just being friendly!”
“You’re being fuckin’ creepy.” Bianca chimed in as Vinnie staggered back in mock hurt.
“I’m just warming her up, you’ll see, soon she’ll be putty in my hands.”
“I’m going to be sick.”
“Look,” Monty interjected. “We need to focus.” He stated as the group turned to listen. “You four, go around back, hang out by the staff entrance and get ready. Don’t make a fuckin’ scene though, be inconspicuous.”
“Inconwhat?”
“Just act casual.” Monty ordered as the gangbangers nodded, standing there before Monty spoke again. “Well fuckin’ go!”
“You!” He turned and look at Bianca, “Go park the car ‘round back, pop the trunk and have it ready.”
“What about me, Monty?” Vinnie asked as Monty turned back to the young man.
“Just go get your fuckin’ food.” He muttered, “But don’t creep her out!” He added as Vinnie began to walk back towards the counter, his receipt held proudly in front of him.
“And save me a fuckin’ frickle!”
Smiling eagerly towards Natalie, Vinny approached the counter again as he leaned over it, ignoring the customer as he looked up at her again.
“Any chance you can sneak out like five minutes early,” He glanced up, looking at her name badge. “Natalie?”
“I thought you was real cute, figured maybe you’d like to do something when you’re not working. Get to know each other a little better.” Vinnie stated as he stifled a chuckle. “Let me start, my name is Vinnie.” He said extending a hand before a sudden cough caused him to turn his head back towards the group he had entered with.
“Ah, damn.” He muttered before looking up at Natalie again. “Give me a minute there, dollface, I’ll be right back.”
Excusing him, Vinnie walked back over to Monty who proceeded to quickly cuff the back of the younger man’s head.
“Idiot!” Monty scolded. “Don’t you think we’re jumping the gun a little?”
“Isn’t that what we came here to do?”
“Yeah,” Monty began, “Except without you trying to bang her!”
“I’m just being friendly!”
“You’re being fuckin’ creepy.” Bianca chimed in as Vinnie staggered back in mock hurt.
“I’m just warming her up, you’ll see, soon she’ll be putty in my hands.”
“I’m going to be sick.”
“Look,” Monty interjected. “We need to focus.” He stated as the group turned to listen. “You four, go around back, hang out by the staff entrance and get ready. Don’t make a fuckin’ scene though, be inconspicuous.”
“Inconwhat?”
“Just act casual.” Monty ordered as the gangbangers nodded, standing there before Monty spoke again. “Well fuckin’ go!”
“You!” He turned and look at Bianca, “Go park the car ‘round back, pop the trunk and have it ready.”
“What about me, Monty?” Vinnie asked as Monty turned back to the young man.
“Just go get your fuckin’ food.” He muttered, “But don’t creep her out!” He added as Vinnie began to walk back towards the counter, his receipt held proudly in front of him.
“And save me a fuckin’ frickle!”
Smiling eagerly towards Natalie, Vinny approached the counter again as he leaned over it, ignoring the customer as he looked up at her again.
“Any chance you can sneak out like five minutes early,” He glanced up, looking at her name badge. “Natalie?”
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