Eli had a good pace going, but he wasn't in a particularly huge rush. He plodded along with his boots crunching the leaves beneath him, bow resting in one hand and a plum being eaten from the other. It only took him an hour to arrive at the meeting point. The walk had been rather nice. Peaceful was a good word to use. The sun was warm, but not too hot. The wind was blowing just right. Today was going to be a good day.
He glanced down at his map to see that he would be coming upon the meeting place any moment now. Eli wondered if anyone else would be there. Would there be anyone here that he knew? He was pretty good with faces, but names were quickly forgotten. By now, he could at least recognize most of the rebellion members.
When Eli came across the forest clearing, sure enough, there were other people there. At least he wasn't too late. He took a bite of his plum and looking around at the faces, all people he'd seen before. One man had his hands up in a defensive manner, probably because that girl had a gun. She didn't look like she was going to use it, however. When the two turned to look at him, Eli only smiled and waved dopily with his plum hand.
"Plum?" He took one of the untouched fruits from his pocket and offered it up.
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Shard said
Metronome, I like your character. It's my favourite character out of the roster honestly. xD
His power is looking super attractive like all the time.
Might be a bit OP.
I think my character is good and weak :3
I think grey would be the proper word.
A dark shade of white?
If the sun wasn't up, then there was a good chance that Eli wasn't either. He laid flat on his stomach, sprawled out across his cot with his pillow clutched with both arms. His mouth hung slightly agape, a soft snore coming from his nostrils. He was completely oblivious to the loud knocking on his door. With the man being a heavy sleeper, and a mostly deaf one at that, it took a lot to rouse him.
It was about an hour later than Eli finally got up, his stomach waking him. The man opened his eyes and sat up to stretch, groaning as his stiff muscles moved. The little cot he called a bed wasn't the most comfortable, and often left him sore here or there. It was nothing he couldn't work out with a little morning run. Eli slid out of bed and trudged into kitchen of his small home and began pulling breakfast together. A nutrition bar, only a month past expiration, some cheese with a little mold that he could cut off, a couple plums, and a cup of dry cereal. Eli slumped into the single chair that sat at his kitchen table and began to eat.
He was halfway through his cereal cup when he spotted the paper that had been shoved under his door. Whoever had been trying to get his attention that morning must have given up. Eli got up from his chair and cross the room to pick the paper up. His eyes scanned over his quickly. A meeting? A mission? It had been a little while since he'd made himself useful. Eli shoved the paper in his pocket and quickly went to get dressed. The paper said they had a couple hours before they left, but who knows when it had been delivered.
He pulled on a sweatshirt, his jeans, and then his boots. Eli rummaged around in his supplies for a bit before he found his favorite knife, bow, and quiver with arrows. As he headed out the door, he grabbed the remaining plums off the kitchen table. A snack for the road.
It was about an hour later than Eli finally got up, his stomach waking him. The man opened his eyes and sat up to stretch, groaning as his stiff muscles moved. The little cot he called a bed wasn't the most comfortable, and often left him sore here or there. It was nothing he couldn't work out with a little morning run. Eli slid out of bed and trudged into kitchen of his small home and began pulling breakfast together. A nutrition bar, only a month past expiration, some cheese with a little mold that he could cut off, a couple plums, and a cup of dry cereal. Eli slumped into the single chair that sat at his kitchen table and began to eat.
He was halfway through his cereal cup when he spotted the paper that had been shoved under his door. Whoever had been trying to get his attention that morning must have given up. Eli got up from his chair and cross the room to pick the paper up. His eyes scanned over his quickly. A meeting? A mission? It had been a little while since he'd made himself useful. Eli shoved the paper in his pocket and quickly went to get dressed. The paper said they had a couple hours before they left, but who knows when it had been delivered.
He pulled on a sweatshirt, his jeans, and then his boots. Eli rummaged around in his supplies for a bit before he found his favorite knife, bow, and quiver with arrows. As he headed out the door, he grabbed the remaining plums off the kitchen table. A snack for the road.
I keep things in rhythm.
Okay everyone, since our GM refuses to do this, here is the link to OOC. Which has been up for a full day and no link was posted.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1865735
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1865735
I took out the ones that don't apply. He has no magic, and he has no inventory.
I got plans
so many plans
I need Sasha to spill the beans about the trojan horse thing first though
so many plans
I need Sasha to spill the beans about the trojan horse thing first though
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