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SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

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_{Sitting at home, high and depressed.
Interacting with: Leo, Marcus, Paige, and her mother.}

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Devastated.

That was the word that completely summarized the feeling Dustynn felt through her bones as she heard and witnessed on the news of her work place blown into pieces by an explosion. All of her hard work to make the place comfortable, all the hours and many of nights spent working her ass off. Leo's dedication and dream, lost in a blink of an eye. Marcus, even though he was new to the job- became such a good friend and coworker in just that short amount of time. Dustynn had been on the phone with both of them earlier that morning when the news hit, the sheer anger and disappointment in her voice. Leo assured it would all be okay, but Dustynn knew this wasn't just going to be okay.

She had texted Paige after the phone call, out of anger;

"What the fuck did you do?"

The warning she had received Tuesday proved this wasn't an accident. Why were all these things happening to her, why did she ever have to meet Paige that night at the police station? Dustynn threw back a few pills chasing it with vodka- her body strewn across her makeshift bed and living room couch, her pajamas still clinging to her body.

She wanted to scream, fight, cry.

All she could do was the last one, as her tears streamed down her pale cheeks she rubbed them away haphazardly with the palms of her hands, sniffing loudly to keep the mucus in her nose and not anywhere else. "Baby, you okay?" the sound of her mother's voice was calming as felt her embrace quickly. There was something about a mother's relationship with her daughter that despite the hell she put her through, was the best comfort to be had. "The club blew up." she stated, her voice a bit raspier than usual and harder to understand from the sobs. Dustynn's mother cooed as she pet her daughter's head, tucking her dark hair behind her ears as she looked at her quietly for a moment.

"It will be okay." the words stung more, but Dustynn nodded.

She didn't want to hear that phrase, it didn't mean anything in that moment. Leaning over, Dustynn planted her head on the arm of the couch, making room for her mom to sit down as they continued to watch the new's play clips over and over again of the fire fighter team fighting the flames and investigating the destruction.

The bathroom had never been painted.

Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]

_{RE-SPINE ME. SANCTIFY ME.
MAKE ME YOUR SWEET PIECE OF ART.}

"Enough!"

The stern voice of Milk shouted over the flurry of many other voices of women. Her voice dusty and powerful but sweet like honey. The ladies were upset, and more urgently they were hungry for lunch. "I don't know why you keep covering for her Milk!" the voice of Bubblegum came, she had very recently joined the group- a young blonde, fair skinned and could not be but a couple years into her teens. Milk reached out and placed a hand on the slender shoulder of Gum. "I know you all are upset.." she started, giving a gentle squeeze, "However you know how I feel about this, we work together as one. Separated we are nothing, together we are strong." a few of the older women nodded. "I will feed you all once I have a few answers, we must find Twix and we must do it before night fall or she will be dead, and so will we." a wail came from the group as another young member approached to Milk.

She pulled the teen into her chest as she pet the hair of the young girl. The girl sobbed, her nose sniffling between her shallow breaths. Furrowed eyebrows became relaxed upon Milk's face as she placed her hand under the girl's chin and gently lifted it up, "Rolo, my sweet girl what happened? Why do you cry so loudly, when you should be singing to me?" a smile formed on Milk's lips as she used her thumb to wipe the stream line of tears.

"I saw Twix leave with Hemlock earlier this morning, and I said nothing. I thought it was a dream!" the girl spewed out.

Leaning forward slightly, her bare heel raising off the ground, Milk kissed the soft freckled forehead of the tall brunette that was called Rolo. "Please do not cry, I am not angry. I just want us to all be together. Thank you for being honest with me." she released Rolo as she stepped back slightly. All the women were so beautiful, their body types as varied as their skin tones, their expressions full of life and hope. "Let us get some food, shall we?"

The group parted as Milk walked through the gang, her dreaded bright hair swinging to and fro across her back as she made her way to their kitchen. Milk's home was always overcrowded, but to most this was a comfort. The house had only two bedrooms- once in which Milk slept, and one that was saved for ceremonial births. The women slept in every corner of the main room that was littered with comfortable furniture ranging from pillows to entire mattresses. This was a safe place for the women, men were not allowed to sleep here, unless specified by Milk herself- which rarely ever happened. Most of them would only be here for awhile, some would be here their whole lives.

Opening a basket, Milk peered in to see that their daily rice supply had been cooked but was dwindling. She placed it on a counter, before squatting down and pulling out an unmarked plastic liter bottle from a lower cabinet. It was filled with a dark, sweet liquid that had been seasoned heavily and had almost a putrid odor if directly inhaled. Milk lifted the bottle and peered through it, as she swirled it around. "Hmm." she pondered, as she opened the bottle and poured a little over half of the bottle into a wooden bowl. Sparrow hadn't come home in awhile, so fresh meat was not on the menu this afternoon.

Milk would never eat before all of her women, so she nodded to them as they came forward in line. This was procedure by now, as they took turns scooping out a handful of rice. They would then if they so choose dip their ball of rice in the mixture, the liquid soaking up into the white grain turning it a dull brown. Thank you and other polite messages were echoed across the board as they ate up the light, but filling lunch. "Feel free to have more if you need it, but do not be greedy." she mentioned, as she took the rest of the liquid from the bottle and drank it straight. It almost came back up but she swallowed the acidic liquid down, her pink lips stained from the mixture. The back of her hand served as a napkin as she placed the empty bottle back on the counter.

"Fill that when you can, I have to speak to Alcohol. I will be back soon."

Alcohol's home sat on top of the hill, and if you were to ask; to Milk it would be make a far better home for her than the one she currently resided in. As she made her way through the small village and eventually the hill she adjusted the cloth that wrapped around her voluptuous body. Along the way a flat stone on the road caught her eye. She decided to pick it up, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger as her doe eyes kept alert and active. By the time she reached closer to the top of the hill, the sun beat hard on her decorated back. The shutters of the house Alcohol lived in opened slightly as she rounded the corner.

"Alcohol!" she yelled, her voice once again displaying the mix of sweet and spice.

Her fingers gripped around the rock tighter as she finally reached his door, using the stone to pound a heavy SEVEN times. "We need to talk Al!" she continued, her tone impatient from the hike she had to take to get here. If the women had said that Hemlock had been a part of this, then it had to be so. Alcohol had eyes on the entire city he ran, he saw every fly that landed on every shit that was taken. "I know you are here Alcohol, I saw you peeking at me when I came up the hill. If you enjoyed the show so much, you should have been taking this hike down to me instead. You know where I sleep Al. At least it wouldn't be too hard to convince everyone that you do." she taunted from outside.

Milk leaned against the door frame, rock in hand as she sat waiting for Al to answer his door.

The Walking Dead: Welcome to Portland

_{I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.}

After making her way through the window, Brooklyn congratulated herself at the job well done. She had made little to no noise and did not get cut up in the process. Suddenly, the chatter of other's caused her to dip down behind a pillar. She pulled the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt up to her mouth to mask her breathing. The last thing she needed was to be caught by bandits or worse. She listened for a moment, and could not make out the words.

Scuttling across the floor, Brooklyn made her way down the hall, where the voices could be heard more and more clear. Before she knew it, she could be within ear shot as she positioned herself behind an overturned garbage can. "Why am I doing this?" she questioned herself in a harsh whisper. It was quickly then she decided she needed to keep going, she had made promises to herself earlier that she would just get in and get out.

Extending her legs to stand straight, she ran past the open doorway in which she heard the voices coming from.

RISE OF THE WALKING DEAD

X

"You sound like my Pops." she laughed as John mentioned the artists he missed. Florence was more into the newer top of the billboards hits, but she could appreciate everything across the board. Her dad had wanted to bring her to Dollywood at one point in time, but the opportunity never came about. She wondered what a place like that would look like now, a graveyard of memories and good times. The roller coasters a mass of metal and carnage.

Taking John's words into consideration, Flo nodded as she looked up at the ceiling. The cracks ran through for miles and deep, as if breathing hard would push it to it's breaking point. She squatted down and looked in the places that most people would not bother going the extra mile for. A can of pinto beans, and a pack of tuna her splendor. Making a pout, Flo debated putting the tuna back, the smell of fish making her sick at just the thought. "Beans, and stinky tuna." she called back extending her legs to a standing position. She dusted off her knees briefly picking the cans up and scooping them into her arms.

Walking towards where John was, her eyes darted along the shelves and the ceiling.

The Walking Dead: Welcome to Portland

@nightmare medx

Yeah sorry, i've been SUPER swamped! Just sitting down for a moment now.
Wednesday I will be really more free and can get something out!

Happy Holidays :)

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Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴏғ Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs

Secret Reveal #1

With everyone arriving at the party, dressed up in varying costumes it wasn't long until drama came forth. Ron was frustrated with Ara's attire, and everyone in turn was frustrated with Ron. Though tensions weren't rare now and again between the group, but this was a very rocky start to the Halloween party they had been talking about for a couple weeks now. Isaac had taken a break outside, and few others split into small conversations to cool off the heated conversation. DJ mentioned news about the latest countdown on SHS ends tonight, though it peaked some interest- the site hadn't personally affected the sinners yet; so it was just extra fluff in the scheme of things.

Eventually the group found themselves spread out across the couch and chairs in the basement, the idea of truth or dare came from their lips and went out with a sizzle- and they settled on starting to watch a horror movie that was on television. Most of the people were interested in their phones or one another's conversations during the movie though, the party coming to a lull. Bernie took a final sip of her beer, her long legs hanging over the arm of the couch. She wished she had brought some weed in that moment, at least the straight to television movie would be humorous under the influence. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the glass, as she used her other hand to browse through Twitter.

The tweet from Sharon caused Bernie's stomach to drop as she quickly put her thumb to the url bar, swiping her finger to the letter S, revealing the many times visited link of the secret website. The clock had count down as Amadeus' name first line popped up on the screen. Bernie sat up, her bottle dropping from her lap to the ground as she brought attention to herself, "Holy fuck" the words dropped from her lips as she clicked to the next prompt. Quickly everyone's phones lit up with notification as the site had sent out their massive group notification letting them know a new victim had been taken.

Bernie didn't want to know Deus' secret, but she also could not help herself as she spoke the next words. "Deus is next..on SHS." her voice trailed off, her eyes meeting Deus, she wouldn't press past the second prompt before speaking once more, "What do we do?" she asked as her fingers pressed quickly to reveal the rest of the secret.

The website revealed the following: SHS.COM

Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]

M I L K

M I L K

_{Oh little one. My little one,
Come with me. Your life is done.
Forget the future. Forget the past.
Life is over. Breathe your last.}

¤ APPROXIMATE AGE:
Mid to late twenties.

¤ WHAT ARE YOU?
The Breeder. I own a slew of women, who give us our children, who give us OUR future. I've given men plenty of warriors, for a generous price. If you have the right pay, I will give from my loins a strong son to carry your name for now and ever more. Tonics, medicines, and more I sell them from my wares to keep you strong, keep you sane.

¤ WHAT DEFINES YOU?
Hot.

¤ WHO ARE YOU?
My mother Varnish and my father Aerosol were strong, clever, unwavering. I too share these traits. My mother raised many children those she carried herself and those who shared not but one drop of blood with her. I followed her footsteps and expanded on her dreams. I took useless women, homeless women, women with no future and gave them EVERYTHING. I gave them a purpose. I gave them the power to give life, and to take life as they pleased. I gave them FREEDOM. I too have given three men their sons, two in which have died with honor aside their father in battle and one who cannot look me in the eye for I am his MOTHER but I am not his mother. I love him, my sweet Grocery for he and his father knows not what I sacrificed. I am hated by some, but none will speak it to my face.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I look for peace within myself. I do oh so much for every one and get only trinkets and treasures in return. I loved to be adorned with the beautiful but it only means so much for so long. The birds on the beach they stare, they gawk and squawk at the sparkle but they do not keep me warm at night. They keep my stomach full They do not stimulate my brain, my heart, my deepest crevice of my soul. I am meant for more. I am needed for more.

¤ WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?
The future is ours, and only we can build it. We are only growing smarter, faster, stronger as each generation comes and goes. Our ancestors were only just the start of something, but we and our children and our children's children will be even better yet. I've watched them grow, I've watched them learn they are adapting and surviving so much better than we. Their minds are pure and unaltered by substances. Do they not know of their own strength?

¤ WHAT DO YOU FOLLOW?
My hips, I follow them as they defy the odds splitting in half to deliver warriors. They then serve as a tool as many children are carried across the earth, fed from my own body and taught the lay of the land and the way of people through innocent eyes. They then are used for persuasion; to start the process from where once it came, a ritual. An exchange. They bring me home.

¤ A SCARCITY EMBODIED:
Love is something I have not yet seen in my life. That is a lie. I have loved many in one sense of the word, but not in the one I plead for. I love all children, as my mother did- I will take them all in if they have a chance to thrive. Even the ones who do not make it are used for their parts to bring strength to others. I loved my parents, my siblings, I love the women who I have saved and live with me. I love the thrill of a night, and the pain of child birth, but one's heart does not feel full from these.

¤ BASIC INSTINCTS:
One must always check for any wound, rash, or the oddities before allowing to lay with a free woman, they are not for just fun they are not just for release. The price of my child is not just worth it's weight in treasure. Do not cut your hair, it is your link to the spiritual realm.

S P I L L Y O U R G U T S

¤ WHAT DO YOU MOST REGRET DOING?
I lied and told a man his child had died in child birth. I knew that he would not want a daughter, he had said that he would use her the unthinkable rather than treat her well. I hid her for three years, until he found out of my tangled web. He murdered his daughter Panasonic, his own flesh and blood in front of my eyes. The women and I sobbed for hours until we could not cry any more. Twix did not work for weeks. The men took Pan's body and I did not dare ask what came of her. They would not let me recycle her.

¤ WHO DO YOU OWE?
Pepsi, he saved my life once and I have yet to repay him.

¤ WHO MAKES YOU FEEL SAD THE MOMENT YOU LAY EYES ON THEM?
Avenue. He speaks of the dead and the dead speak to him. I fear what they've whispered, screamed, and chanted to him is making his insides dark. He is a good man deep down, but he frightens me. For what I am not afraid of, I am grieved by.

¤ WHO WANTS YOU ALL TO THEMSELVES?
Deodorant will not keep his hands off of me, I told him I do not want a man who takes young boys as slaves. He disgusts me. I will never bare his child, and I do not allow him in my women's homes. I plead that his name will die with him, I beg that he will never find happiness or joy.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WORSHIP?
I worship the human body, for it is above all. It works the way it is meant to work and when it doesn't it still provides nutrients and life to other bodies. Do you ever wonder why your body parts fold into one another so perfectly? There is a reason for this, and it should be celebrated.

H E A R T H E W H I S P E R S

When a warrior is born from my body, I have moments where my heart beats rapidly and my legs can not function as they lose their strength. My breath becomes shallow and the millions of colors that exist in our world spin around my eyes and through my ears like a banshee of the night. So much noise, it's unbearable and no amount of pain can cover the sound of the screaming. I have only experienced this three times, and though it is frightening it brings me peace when the sound of screaming is replaced with a joyful lone cry.

O W N W H A T Y O U ' V E B E C O M E

_{The Breeder, huh? I've heard of you. Never set foot in your establishment though. Fuck no. But I'm no moral authority to judge you, anyway.}

¤ ONE OF YOUR WOMEN HAS GONE MISSING. WHICH ONE? WHO DO YOU THINK TOOK HER?
Twix, without a doubt. She is my most troubled out of the twenty under my wing, her name is always on the mouth of many. She has been involved in so much altercations that I have taken to threats and punishments to keep her in line. She does not follow suit. I can not leave her though, or she will be killed. I'm the only thing standing between her and her death. All the other women agree.

¤ WHO'S YOUR BEST CUSTOMER? WHAT MAKES THEM STAND OUT?
Sparrow. She comes not for a child, but for companionship. Her pleasure comes not from the flesh. She brings treasures for me without nothing in return, I offer her whatever I can in return, but mostly a ear to listen and a shoulder to rest on. I love her as a sister.

¤ WHO'S BABIES DO YOU WANT TO HAVE?
Alcohol. I am not one to be swayed by power, but it doesn't hurt anything. He runs this town fairly and has treated me and mine well. He cares about the children as I do, and I think he believes that the future is important to us here. Our seed could continue this legacy.

¤ WHO IS YOUR FORMER LOVER? WHAT CREATED THE DISTANCE BETWEEN YOU?
Avenue. I speak only fondly of Avenue, for he did NOTHING wrong to me, though our paths unraveled before us. Our love was kind and sweet. I carried his son for many months, and fed from from my body. My baby was strong, loving and true. I did not leave my room for several moons when the two left together in the night.

¤ SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE TWIX RAN OFF TO AND REFUSES TO TELL YOU. WHO? WHY?
Hemlock. I do not know why she LIES to my face. As another woman are we not cut from the same cloth? Would I not treat her like my sister if she came to me freezing, poor, and starving? Hm? I learned of Twix's condition not too long after this confrontation. Perhaps Hemlock is frightened of me, but she does not realize yet that together we could do so much more for our community.

¤ THEME SONG
XXYYXX - ABOUT YOU
_{In the sea of night where my soul is real
Broken visions let the darkness heal
And the dream of life will surely reside
I can hear your heart, I can touch your skin
Feel the whole world breathing from within
I can live in here forever inside.}

The Walking Dead: Welcome to Portland

Yeah to be honest, I'm already really lost of where everyone is!

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The gentle smack to her knee caused Bernie to gasp out of habit, she looked to Isaac with a small smirk forming on her lips. "Um!" she replied to his question. Squatting down to the ground, she leaned into Isaac and said in a hushed tone, "I spilled some chips under the table and made a note to myself to clean it up later when people were asleep or left for home." she gave an innocent nod to her friend hoping that he would not rat her out to everyone else.

Isaac raised a brow at her and turned his head towards the table. He spotted the chips. It was… really not all that many. ”Oh, that? Don't worry. I've got you covered.”

Isaac hopped up for a second, making his way to the snacks table. He picked up a few things and then, as he reached for some chips, spilled a few in basically the same spot. ”Aw, hell. My bad.” Not enough to attract undue attention or make a show of it, but anyone looking would know why Isaac was now scooping up some chips into a small trash can. He brushed the crumbs from his hands with a clap-like motion and a few flicks of his fingers. With that, he sheepishly stood and made his way back to his original seat at the foot of the couch.

”There you go. Now you don't have to worry about it.”

As Bernadette watched Isaac she felt a bit of nervousness, his sly movements were almost invisible as the rest of the group arrived to the party. Most of the attention was on them and their costumes, so he didn’t even need the charade- but he did it anyway for her. When he arrived back she exchanged a small grin, her teeth showing ever so slightly, "Thanks" slipped from her mouth and into his ear, and his ear alone, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Going from the floor to the arm of the couch, she took a seat, leaving her empty plate on a coffee table in front of them.

Alice joined the two on the couch not too long after and Bernie laughed appropriately at her comments to Isaac as well as her own blunder, "It was very...very cold, and Ron made me stand outside for what seemed like forever!" she exclaimed, her hands dancing in conversation.

Isaac waved to Alice as she sat, realizing he was sandwiched between two girls, now. He felt a smidge smug about it, if he were being perfectly honest. But mostly he was just nervous. Isaac knew little about the female species except that they were somewhat dangerous and inventive, socialization-wise. The ones who seemed socially inept were no exception.

Ok, that was an exaggeration that his dad had given him. But Isaac still felt like he should keep on his toes. Stuck between wanting to stay put, because being situated between a pair of attractive girls is always nice, and wanting to be somewhere else, because he suddenly felt nervous.

He put his water bottle to his cheek. It was warmer now, but the cool sensation cleared his head.

He just had to sit. Getting up would be weird, nothing was happening, even if Alice had implied he was buff enough to be a wrestler. Just a normal compliment, from a friend. He'd been staring off into space with an inquisitive look for almost two minutes now.

Luckily, Isaac was forcefully dragged from his cerebral acrobatics by the spectacle that was Rob. Damn. That was a man with infinite confidence.

Bernie clapped during Rob’s performance as he belted out songs, she parted her lips to yell out another request when Ron came bolting down the steps and called an end to the karaoke almost as quickly as it started. "Oh." the defeated girl was ready to hear all of her friends sing, but perhaps the game of truth or dare would include singing anyways. She turned her body so she could see Ron, who looked mildly perturbed. Deus must have felt the same as he added his two cents in.

Not wanting Ron to lose his cool Bernie decided to pitch in, "I think it’s a good idea!" she exclaimed, "Everyone can grab their food and drinks and come sit over here, since there are three of us on the couch already." she nodded, before continuing once more- "Since DJ got here last, he can go first." she said with a mischievous laugh. The boy would be allowed to ask anyone he thought fit for his “truth or dare” round. They then would then respond with one of the choices, or drink

Isaac needed a few seconds to get caught up on everything that had happened in the past two minutes or so. He'd heard everything, but was too wrapped up in his own headspace to get it. ”Wait, DJ's here? DJ!” Isaac called out, beckoning his friend over. That would alleviate some of his nerves. But…

The rules of this Truth or Dare didn't sit well. He was refusing to drink, so he'd probably have to always give his Truth or Dare. And he'd probably need to opt for a Dare more often than not. Meaning he'd be doing stupid shit while stone-cold sober. Great. Or maybe he could just always pick Truth and hope nobody asked anything too… personal. Shit. This not going to go well. Too late now, it seemed. He wasn't about to make a scene about it. If these folks got drunk enough they might forget any embarrassing tidbits. He'd have to bank on that.

”Sounds good to me.” Isaac hoped to God that nobody was planning to use this as an opportunity…