Aw, I feel bad for Sass snapping at Tyven now. XD I'll have posts up for both characters tonight. Have to do the spring break homework I've been neglecting first.
No worries, Parteebear. Looking forward to your post. Also, I realized that your character doesn't have an alias for when he works as a Sprayer. You should probably pick one.
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All right. Bio. Let's do this.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
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Sounds like a plan to me. :D
I'm intending to have Sass split the Sprayers into two groups when she sends them out. Maybe even three. That will allow for a lot more character interaction.
I'm sorry you feel like your character isn't doing much yet, Wreck. I'll hopefully have everyone doing stuff as soon as I can. Once this RP is in full swing, I'm hoping for it to be completely epic with tonnes of subplots.
I'm sorry you feel like your character isn't doing much yet, Wreck. I'll hopefully have everyone doing stuff as soon as I can. Once this RP is in full swing, I'm hoping for it to be completely epic with tonnes of subplots.
An option for Leola would be to go with the story that her mother died...but have it be in a very narrow timeline. If you said that her mother died AFTER her name was Reaped for the 75th games, but BEFORE attending training, then that would probably make the most sense for why they decided to pass the torch on to Leola. Because if her mother had died after the games, logically speaking, there would still be enough Victors in District 1 to have a pool to choose from. District 1 takes their training very seriously, and have won several times if I recall correctly.
Long-ass post up for Sass. Lots of people to answer in that one. XD
I'll put the bit mentioned in my above comment into the next post. This one was already reaching a somewhat ridiculous length.
I'll put the bit mentioned in my above comment into the next post. This one was already reaching a somewhat ridiculous length.
Sass’s heart sank slightly at the first reply to her invitation. A jumpy guy with a bandana around his face and a snapback hat casting shadows over his eyes. ” Who the hell are you and why should I take orders from you?” was his query. Sass matched his glare evenly, but decided to wait for the rest of the responses before setting him straight.
The next reply came from the only other female in the room, and instantly reassured Sass. The barrage of questions indicated that, at very least, this girl was smart and able to think on her toes. Sass felt a slight bit of sympathy for her as she mentioned she wasn’t living within the city. Of course she couldn’t. If she didn’t have a place to stay, she’d be rounded up within a few days and arrested for breaking curfew. Thankfully, another of the gathered Sprayers spoke up, offering his couch, and also agreeing to join Sass on his own terms. Sass nodded a grateful acknowledgement to him, recognizing his voice as the one who had earlier complained about someone painting on his clouds. Had to be Free.
“There ya go, you’ve got a place,” Sass said, smiling beneath her bandana. She drew everyone’s attention to her, focusing in particular on the man who’d accused her of giving orders. “Lookit here. She’s smart enough to think up a few questions instead of getting all uptight about me giving orders.”
“Payment’s in cash. Always cash. I don’t work with bank transfers or cheques or any of that fanciness. Too easy to trace. As for how you get it, I handle picking it up and passing it on,” Sass explained. Before anyone could accuse her of hoarding the money, she elaborated. “Safest that way, y’know? If any of our clients decide to start getting cozy with the authorities, I’m the only one they can talk about. Latest you’ll have your money is two days after you work a job, usually less than that. I like things organized. Money things, anyways.”
She turned to Dodger, listening with slight apprehension to his monologue. Of course he had to draw everyone’s attention to how dangerous their job was. However, his quick salute reassured her once more. "Yes. Si. Oui. да. Under no circumstances would I say no."
Sass grinned broadly beneath her red bandana at his enthusiasm. He was quickly joined by another, a lanky young man in roller blades who dwarfed Sass in height by well over a foot. Having heard Dodger address him earlier, Sass could only assume this was Clarion. The last to speak up was the man who’d stood still and silent near the back of the room. He agreed with a simple, “In. Of course.”
Sass nearly flinched at his voice. She hadn’t heard it in months, but it wasn’t easy to forget the sound of your crew. Kraut had been a part of her crew, and his voice sent sharp familiarity through her mind. Except Kraut was in jail. Kraut was in jail with Mouse and Scarecrow, and wouldn’t be out anytime soon. She nodded to him, hoping she didn’t look too shaken by the sound of his voice.
Now that everyone had spoken up, she turned back to Jager, crossing the room to stand before him. Like everyone else in the room, he stood well above her head. But Sass carried herself in a way that suggested she could easily look down on him. “Who the hell am I, and why should you take orders from me…” she said easily, restating his earlier question. “First question. I’m Sass. You can figure out all you need to know about me by asking around on the streets. Do your homework. Second question,” she continued, her eyes narrowing in irritation. “Orders? If you’re gonna be making accusations like that, you might as well leave right now. I don’t do orders. I do damn smart suggestions, but it’s up to you whether you’re gonna listen to ‘em or not.”
She raised an eyebrow, prepared for a smart response. But before any could come, a noise outside the apartment made Sass tense visibly. However, she relaxed once more when she saw who it was. “Hey Relic,” opting for the latter of his monikers. “Glad ya made it. Everyone, Relic’s a genius. Knows the city and the system better than anyone. Even me and you.”
She stepped back, once again regarding the entire group. “Time for me to get names straight.” Pointing at each of the Sprayers in turn, she addressed them by the names she’d managed to work out with logic. “So we got Dodger and Clarion. Free, love your clouds, sorry about the ‘X’ on ‘em.”
She looked to the Anarcho, and to Jager. “Not sure of either of your names yet. Sorry,” she apologized, though the apology was really just a way of saying ‘oops’ rather than begging forgiveness. She glanced back at Gray. “And you as well.”
The next reply came from the only other female in the room, and instantly reassured Sass. The barrage of questions indicated that, at very least, this girl was smart and able to think on her toes. Sass felt a slight bit of sympathy for her as she mentioned she wasn’t living within the city. Of course she couldn’t. If she didn’t have a place to stay, she’d be rounded up within a few days and arrested for breaking curfew. Thankfully, another of the gathered Sprayers spoke up, offering his couch, and also agreeing to join Sass on his own terms. Sass nodded a grateful acknowledgement to him, recognizing his voice as the one who had earlier complained about someone painting on his clouds. Had to be Free.
“There ya go, you’ve got a place,” Sass said, smiling beneath her bandana. She drew everyone’s attention to her, focusing in particular on the man who’d accused her of giving orders. “Lookit here. She’s smart enough to think up a few questions instead of getting all uptight about me giving orders.”
“Payment’s in cash. Always cash. I don’t work with bank transfers or cheques or any of that fanciness. Too easy to trace. As for how you get it, I handle picking it up and passing it on,” Sass explained. Before anyone could accuse her of hoarding the money, she elaborated. “Safest that way, y’know? If any of our clients decide to start getting cozy with the authorities, I’m the only one they can talk about. Latest you’ll have your money is two days after you work a job, usually less than that. I like things organized. Money things, anyways.”
She turned to Dodger, listening with slight apprehension to his monologue. Of course he had to draw everyone’s attention to how dangerous their job was. However, his quick salute reassured her once more. "Yes. Si. Oui. да. Under no circumstances would I say no."
Sass grinned broadly beneath her red bandana at his enthusiasm. He was quickly joined by another, a lanky young man in roller blades who dwarfed Sass in height by well over a foot. Having heard Dodger address him earlier, Sass could only assume this was Clarion. The last to speak up was the man who’d stood still and silent near the back of the room. He agreed with a simple, “In. Of course.”
Sass nearly flinched at his voice. She hadn’t heard it in months, but it wasn’t easy to forget the sound of your crew. Kraut had been a part of her crew, and his voice sent sharp familiarity through her mind. Except Kraut was in jail. Kraut was in jail with Mouse and Scarecrow, and wouldn’t be out anytime soon. She nodded to him, hoping she didn’t look too shaken by the sound of his voice.
Now that everyone had spoken up, she turned back to Jager, crossing the room to stand before him. Like everyone else in the room, he stood well above her head. But Sass carried herself in a way that suggested she could easily look down on him. “Who the hell am I, and why should you take orders from me…” she said easily, restating his earlier question. “First question. I’m Sass. You can figure out all you need to know about me by asking around on the streets. Do your homework. Second question,” she continued, her eyes narrowing in irritation. “Orders? If you’re gonna be making accusations like that, you might as well leave right now. I don’t do orders. I do damn smart suggestions, but it’s up to you whether you’re gonna listen to ‘em or not.”
She raised an eyebrow, prepared for a smart response. But before any could come, a noise outside the apartment made Sass tense visibly. However, she relaxed once more when she saw who it was. “Hey Relic,” opting for the latter of his monikers. “Glad ya made it. Everyone, Relic’s a genius. Knows the city and the system better than anyone. Even me and you.”
She stepped back, once again regarding the entire group. “Time for me to get names straight.” Pointing at each of the Sprayers in turn, she addressed them by the names she’d managed to work out with logic. “So we got Dodger and Clarion. Free, love your clouds, sorry about the ‘X’ on ‘em.”
She looked to the Anarcho, and to Jager. “Not sure of either of your names yet. Sorry,” she apologized, though the apology was really just a way of saying ‘oops’ rather than begging forgiveness. She glanced back at Gray. “And you as well.”
I'm sorry Juju. >.< I was intending to get you involved within my next few posts. Your character and Swarley's have slight history together, yes? Well, Sass had a guy to do computery stuff in her old crew, but he's dead now, so she'll be needing a replacement. So if Sass asks, I imagine Clarissa will speak up about Matthew.
My family's dragging me out for supper, and I'll type up a post after that. :)
My family's dragging me out for supper, and I'll type up a post after that. :)
Makes sense, Apokalipse. It's gonna be interesting to see her slowly getting introduced to graffiti. XD
Reply up for Mallory, one for Sass should be coming up later this afternoon.
Reply up for Mallory, one for Sass should be coming up later this afternoon.
Mallory was sitting in her office, reviewing security footage from the previous evening, when her earpiece rang. She pulled her gaze away from the screens, where video clips of garbage blowing down the streets had been mistaken for curfew breaches. Every now and then, an actual figure would cross the screen. But every time, their face was covered. Obscured by a mask or bandana. Even if a high enough resolution image was captured, eyes were almost always covered, making retina-identification impossible. Those who dared to go out after curfew knew how to keep themselves hidden. Nevertheless, Mallory archived the clips showcasing people out after dark. They always slipped up eventually.
She pushed a button on the keyboard, and her secretary's voice came through her earpiece. "Hello Mallory," she said, calling her by her first name as Mallory so often requested. Not for familiarity or anything like that. She simply abhorred the name 'Teken'. "There's a Trevor Westbrook here to see you."
Mallory nodded. "On my way down." With a few quick keystrokes, she closed her work and signed off of the computer. Mallory's office was six stories up, but she still opted to take the stairs the vast majority of the time. Now was no exception.
A few minutes later, she was walking into the lobby. As always, her posture was perfect, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Seeing a man standing by the front desk, she smiled coolly at him. Compared to the usual people of her ranking, Mallory looked out of place. She was young for her job, barely a legal adult and still a few years away from the legal drinking age. But that didn't stop her from performing her job. "Trevor Westbrook? Pleasure to meet you," she said, though her expression didn't shift to indicate any pleasure at meeting him. It remained cool and guarded. She extended a hand to introduce herself. "I'm Mallory. What do you think of the city so far?"
She pushed a button on the keyboard, and her secretary's voice came through her earpiece. "Hello Mallory," she said, calling her by her first name as Mallory so often requested. Not for familiarity or anything like that. She simply abhorred the name 'Teken'. "There's a Trevor Westbrook here to see you."
Mallory nodded. "On my way down." With a few quick keystrokes, she closed her work and signed off of the computer. Mallory's office was six stories up, but she still opted to take the stairs the vast majority of the time. Now was no exception.
A few minutes later, she was walking into the lobby. As always, her posture was perfect, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Seeing a man standing by the front desk, she smiled coolly at him. Compared to the usual people of her ranking, Mallory looked out of place. She was young for her job, barely a legal adult and still a few years away from the legal drinking age. But that didn't stop her from performing her job. "Trevor Westbrook? Pleasure to meet you," she said, though her expression didn't shift to indicate any pleasure at meeting him. It remained cool and guarded. She extended a hand to introduce herself. "I'm Mallory. What do you think of the city so far?"
I should have a post up for you tomorrow, Commander. Sorry about the delay. I would do it tonight, but I had a big event in the city this evening and my brain is just fried to the point where I'm struggling to stay awake.
But I did read all the posts so far, and they're great. Also, Merc, accepted. Epic backstory, my friend. Can't wait to see him in the storyline. :)
As for how to get him involved, I think a note when they're in the library would have worked nicely.
But I did read all the posts so far, and they're great. Also, Merc, accepted. Epic backstory, my friend. Can't wait to see him in the storyline. :)
As for how to get him involved, I think a note when they're in the library would have worked nicely.
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