I think it's just a trial and error kind of thing. Usually I can tell if I'm going to click with someone during the plotting stage. If they're giving me feedback, contributing their own ideas and are genuinely excited to start the RP, then there's really nothing to worry about. If it's the opposite with someone then I tend not to bother because it will just die anyway and I don't want to waste my time.
On the other hand, those partners who stopped replying could have good reasons. Maybe RL got in the way, or they're just forgetful. Have you messaged them? Communication is key.
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Before leaving for Portland, Allison had made peace with the fact that there would be a few bumps on the road, but she hadn't expected anything such as this to happen. More had gone wrong within the last hour than the last fifty-nine combined, and the failures were all too specific to be completely random. Then, there was the issue of the blackout in Portland. Allison wondered if that too could be related to the lack of cell phone or GPS signal, or even the static on the radio. If only she could have gotten into contact with someone and find out what was actually going on; that would have put her mind at ease.
Luckily, all didn't appear to be lost thanks to the kind Scandinavian man. “That would be great. Thank you,” said Allison with much gratitude in her voice. He didn't have to do anything for her, after all, she was just some stranger who had wandered up to his house.
As the man's form disappeared into the surrounding darkness, Allison relaxed back into her seat. Within the confines of her car, she wasn't as worried, but her nerves were getting close to fried. She hoped that with a jump from this man's motorcycle, she would be on her way once more. The dark-haired woman was looking forward to getting something to eat and crawling into bed for the night. The looming promise of a good night's sleep and putting this ordeal behind her had Allison forgetting just how odd her current circumstances were. Without thinking, she reached over for her cell phone and pushed the home screen button, expecting the device to illuminate to life, but just the same as with her car, her phone was dead. “Son of a...” she trailed off without finished her curse, sighing in frustration as she tossed the phone back into her purse.
Allison had barely mourned the loss of the most essentials when the helpful mountain man returned to her car without his motorcycle and more bad news. The idea of spending the night with a stranger, no matter how helpful he was, didn't exactly appeal to Allison, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice for the time being. The worried frown that had graced her lips was soon replaced by an easy smile as she nodded and agreed to stay the night.
“I don't have any boots,” Allison told him over her shoulder as she locked the doors to her SUV. Just because it didn't run didn't mean it couldn't be stolen. “Most of my stuff was already shipped to my new apartment, and I only have what I'm wearing and some stuff in an overnight bag.” Her current outfit was far from glamorous—a sweater, an old pair of comfortable blue jeans and running shoes that were at least three years old. They probably weren't ideal for hiking anywhere.
Turning back to him, Allison waited for him to lead the way back to the cabin. “I'm Allison, by the way,” she mentioned and held out her hand. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
Luckily, all didn't appear to be lost thanks to the kind Scandinavian man. “That would be great. Thank you,” said Allison with much gratitude in her voice. He didn't have to do anything for her, after all, she was just some stranger who had wandered up to his house.
As the man's form disappeared into the surrounding darkness, Allison relaxed back into her seat. Within the confines of her car, she wasn't as worried, but her nerves were getting close to fried. She hoped that with a jump from this man's motorcycle, she would be on her way once more. The dark-haired woman was looking forward to getting something to eat and crawling into bed for the night. The looming promise of a good night's sleep and putting this ordeal behind her had Allison forgetting just how odd her current circumstances were. Without thinking, she reached over for her cell phone and pushed the home screen button, expecting the device to illuminate to life, but just the same as with her car, her phone was dead. “Son of a...” she trailed off without finished her curse, sighing in frustration as she tossed the phone back into her purse.
Allison had barely mourned the loss of the most essentials when the helpful mountain man returned to her car without his motorcycle and more bad news. The idea of spending the night with a stranger, no matter how helpful he was, didn't exactly appeal to Allison, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice for the time being. The worried frown that had graced her lips was soon replaced by an easy smile as she nodded and agreed to stay the night.
“I don't have any boots,” Allison told him over her shoulder as she locked the doors to her SUV. Just because it didn't run didn't mean it couldn't be stolen. “Most of my stuff was already shipped to my new apartment, and I only have what I'm wearing and some stuff in an overnight bag.” Her current outfit was far from glamorous—a sweater, an old pair of comfortable blue jeans and running shoes that were at least three years old. They probably weren't ideal for hiking anywhere.
Turning back to him, Allison waited for him to lead the way back to the cabin. “I'm Allison, by the way,” she mentioned and held out her hand. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
Oh, it's okay. I enjoyed your post quite a bit :3
Among the thick trees and under the stars, the darkness began to make itself known. Back in Boston, there wasn't a night that went by where a person couldn't see at least a mile down the road, but Oregon was different. If it hadn't been for the hurricane lamp hanging on the porch, Allison wouldn't have been able to see anything at all. Although it was unsettling, the doctor felt that it was something she would get used to and reasoned that she probably wouldn't be back through the mountains anytime soon. Portland was where she was going to be living, and that was urban as any other city around the United States.
Upon hearing that she wasn't as lost as had originally suspected, Allison felt a little silly. It was very typical for her to panic and assume the worst when she wasn't in control of something. That was different when it came to her work, she was calm and collected during her nights in the ER and never batted an eyelash when it came to pressure there. She supposed that change scared her, but it was a necessary evil.
“Is that something that happens often?” Allison asked, tilting her head slightly in order to look the man in the eye. He was a great deal taller than she was, and looked as though he often wrestled the bears he had just spoken of. She was happy to have him walk her back to her car.
She motioned toward the direction of the SUV that she had left unlocked up the road, and slid her hands into the pockets of her burgundy sweater as they walked. “Portland doesn't seem like a city with electrical problems,” she mused.
Reaching her car, Allison got into the drivers side and left the door open as she stuck her key into the ignition. “Thanks for walking me,” she smiled as she turned her key. There was no sound of an engine roaring to life, no headlights automatically turning on, and no annoying dinging sound that indicated a lack of seat belt; there was only silence. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion and Allison tried her key again, but nothing had changed. “I think my battery is dead?” She looked to the bearded man, clearly baffled. She hadn't left anything on when she had went up to his cabin for help, and it was hard to believe that a battery could die that quickly.
The failure of her GPS, the lack of signal on her cell phone and the dead battery in her car were just a series of unfortunate coincidences, the events had nothing to do with the large power outage in Portland. Rather, that was what Allison told herself.
Upon hearing that she wasn't as lost as had originally suspected, Allison felt a little silly. It was very typical for her to panic and assume the worst when she wasn't in control of something. That was different when it came to her work, she was calm and collected during her nights in the ER and never batted an eyelash when it came to pressure there. She supposed that change scared her, but it was a necessary evil.
“Is that something that happens often?” Allison asked, tilting her head slightly in order to look the man in the eye. He was a great deal taller than she was, and looked as though he often wrestled the bears he had just spoken of. She was happy to have him walk her back to her car.
She motioned toward the direction of the SUV that she had left unlocked up the road, and slid her hands into the pockets of her burgundy sweater as they walked. “Portland doesn't seem like a city with electrical problems,” she mused.
Reaching her car, Allison got into the drivers side and left the door open as she stuck her key into the ignition. “Thanks for walking me,” she smiled as she turned her key. There was no sound of an engine roaring to life, no headlights automatically turning on, and no annoying dinging sound that indicated a lack of seat belt; there was only silence. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion and Allison tried her key again, but nothing had changed. “I think my battery is dead?” She looked to the bearded man, clearly baffled. She hadn't left anything on when she had went up to his cabin for help, and it was hard to believe that a battery could die that quickly.
The failure of her GPS, the lack of signal on her cell phone and the dead battery in her car were just a series of unfortunate coincidences, the events had nothing to do with the large power outage in Portland. Rather, that was what Allison told herself.
That smile of his was handsome, and Charlotte couldn't help but notice that it brightened up his entire face. It would have taken more than a cute smile for her to miss the price of these allegedly amazing Bloody Mary's, though. Even though she had never wanted for anything, ten dollars was more than a bit steep for tomato juice and vodka; leave it to her friends to choose a restaurant like that. Knowing how expensive everything was going to, it almost made the spilled coffee and her ruined sandals not worth it. The only bright side was this cute guy and his beard.
In any other situation, Charlotte was sure that a guy like him wouldn't even look at her. He probably liked girls with tattoos, who listened to obscure music and shopped at thrift stores. Not girls who got squeamish around needles, liked whatever was on the radio and got most of their clothes from the mall. Any way she looked at it, Charlotte was vanilla; boring. Life was starting to feel that way too.
“The subway...” she paused, reluctant. That sounded worse than just walking there. She smoothed down her sundress and weighed her options. She could be late to brunch, or just suck it up, pretend to be optimistic and do what needed to be done.
She returned his smirk with a soft smile, laughing at herself for being so transparent. “Is it that obvious?” Charlotte was clearly out of her element. “I took it once with my friends after a concert. I can't say it was the greatest experience.” Actually, the group of girls had gotten off at the wrong stop and had to call one of their boyfriends to come and pick them up. “I'll just walk and be late,” she shrugged lightly. Her friends would still be there, and it was only a few blocks.
“You know, if you don't have anywhere to be,” she began, deviating from her normal route of flirting, “maybe you could walk with me?” Suggestions such as that were highly unlike her. Charlotte was the type of girl who let boys come to her, figuring that was the proper thing to do, but something about this guy and his tattoos made want to shake things up a bit.
In any other situation, Charlotte was sure that a guy like him wouldn't even look at her. He probably liked girls with tattoos, who listened to obscure music and shopped at thrift stores. Not girls who got squeamish around needles, liked whatever was on the radio and got most of their clothes from the mall. Any way she looked at it, Charlotte was vanilla; boring. Life was starting to feel that way too.
“The subway...” she paused, reluctant. That sounded worse than just walking there. She smoothed down her sundress and weighed her options. She could be late to brunch, or just suck it up, pretend to be optimistic and do what needed to be done.
She returned his smirk with a soft smile, laughing at herself for being so transparent. “Is it that obvious?” Charlotte was clearly out of her element. “I took it once with my friends after a concert. I can't say it was the greatest experience.” Actually, the group of girls had gotten off at the wrong stop and had to call one of their boyfriends to come and pick them up. “I'll just walk and be late,” she shrugged lightly. Her friends would still be there, and it was only a few blocks.
“You know, if you don't have anywhere to be,” she began, deviating from her normal route of flirting, “maybe you could walk with me?” Suggestions such as that were highly unlike her. Charlotte was the type of girl who let boys come to her, figuring that was the proper thing to do, but something about this guy and his tattoos made want to shake things up a bit.
Thanks for the responses, guys. I ended up just asking and it's all worked out.
Isaac was surprised. He hadn't actually expected the wolf to leave the territory and go back across the river, but he certainly was caught off guard by such casual defiance. Usually, the beasts wished to stay and fight. Violence had become such commonplace among their races as of late that confrontations had come to be a question of when, rather an if. Regardless, the lithe vampire was determined not to fight on his own, not trusting that the other werewolves wouldn't come charging across the river to aide their lycan brother.
“Hey!” Isaac called, irritated by the boldness of the white wolf. “You can't come over here, you stupid mutt! There was a treaty!” Not that anyone really paid much attention to it these days, but it was the principle of the matter. Besides, this wasn't going to look to the rest of the coven if Isaac just let intruders waltz into their territory without a fight.
Following along on the high tree branches, Isaac kept sight of the wolf. He noticed that the creature seemed to be looking for something, or maybe, someone. The thought that more wolves had already crossed the river without the knowledge of the coven was frightening. War was on the back of everyone's mind, it wouldn't take much action to ignite it. Crouching on a low tree branch, Isaac continued to watch and listen, but there were decisions to made and situations to be handled. This couldn't go on much longer.
The young vampire couldn't help but laugh as the seriousness melted away when the wolf ran right into a tree. Instantly after, the air was scented with fresh blood and Isaac ran his cold tongue over his fangs, resisting the urge to feed yet again. He wouldn't be lowered to that, though, feeling he was better than drinking from a filthy dog. If the wolf kept moving, his scent would spread through their territory, attracting the other vampires in the area. The wolf would be killed.
Coming closer, but still out of reach, Isaac spoke again. “Do you want to die tonight?” he asked, the question far from a threat. “I don't know what you're doing over here, but I don't think you want to be responsible for a war. I'll tell you one more time. Turn around.”
“Hey!” Isaac called, irritated by the boldness of the white wolf. “You can't come over here, you stupid mutt! There was a treaty!” Not that anyone really paid much attention to it these days, but it was the principle of the matter. Besides, this wasn't going to look to the rest of the coven if Isaac just let intruders waltz into their territory without a fight.
Following along on the high tree branches, Isaac kept sight of the wolf. He noticed that the creature seemed to be looking for something, or maybe, someone. The thought that more wolves had already crossed the river without the knowledge of the coven was frightening. War was on the back of everyone's mind, it wouldn't take much action to ignite it. Crouching on a low tree branch, Isaac continued to watch and listen, but there were decisions to made and situations to be handled. This couldn't go on much longer.
The young vampire couldn't help but laugh as the seriousness melted away when the wolf ran right into a tree. Instantly after, the air was scented with fresh blood and Isaac ran his cold tongue over his fangs, resisting the urge to feed yet again. He wouldn't be lowered to that, though, feeling he was better than drinking from a filthy dog. If the wolf kept moving, his scent would spread through their territory, attracting the other vampires in the area. The wolf would be killed.
Coming closer, but still out of reach, Isaac spoke again. “Do you want to die tonight?” he asked, the question far from a threat. “I don't know what you're doing over here, but I don't think you want to be responsible for a war. I'll tell you one more time. Turn around.”
Do you know his name? His bone structure has me thinking he's Miles McMillan.
Name: James Allen (formerly James Hudson)
Age: 30
James Allen is the second son of Bradford Hudson, a United States senator who was indicted for coercion, embezzlement and was found to have ties to organized crime. James' education at the best schools, including the University of Chicago and later Johns Hopkins, was unknowingly financed by his father's illegal business practices. James was left disillusioned with his family, and life in general, and chose to distance himself as much as possible. He cut all ties with his family and legally changed his name two years before moving to New York to begin a residency program.
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I wasn't sure on the city, so I just picked one. Let me know if you have a preference and I will be happy to change it!
Being alone and possibly stranded in the mountains after driving across the country for the last two days wasn't doing anything to calm Allison's slightly frayed nerves. In fact, the long days and few hours of sleep only served to make the young doctor all the more on edge and jumpy. That would have explained the gasp she let out and the shiver that jolted through her entire person when she was spoken to from behind. Whipping around, her back now to the door of the cabin, Allison clasped a hand over her rapidly beating heart. Now, she was faced with the sight of a man who had an impressive beard and an ominous looking gun. Again, Allison couldn't help but think that this was how horror movies started; the situation was cliché and typical so far—all around bad.
It was much to Allison's surprise, however, this this man seemed friendly. In spite being shouted to in what she thought might have been Swedish, he was now offering her something to drink, and his pleasantly rough voice sounded genuinely concerned. Just from looking at him, Allison thought this man could have been a park ranger, and he more than likely wasn't some loon that had plans to kidnap her and keep her in his basement.
“No,” she breathed a soft laugh, tense shoulders finally relaxing, “thank you, though. I'm trying to get down to Portland, and my GPS quit on me. I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction?”
Allison was completely unaware of what was going on below the Cascades. Little did she know that she was safer stranded than trying to continue on into the city where small waves of panic was already setting in. A grid failure had been talked about by the military for years just to keep the public on their toes, but the majority of people in the US didn't take that sort of thing seriously. When disaster was at their doorstep, no one had the first clue what to do.
It was much to Allison's surprise, however, this this man seemed friendly. In spite being shouted to in what she thought might have been Swedish, he was now offering her something to drink, and his pleasantly rough voice sounded genuinely concerned. Just from looking at him, Allison thought this man could have been a park ranger, and he more than likely wasn't some loon that had plans to kidnap her and keep her in his basement.
“No,” she breathed a soft laugh, tense shoulders finally relaxing, “thank you, though. I'm trying to get down to Portland, and my GPS quit on me. I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction?”
Allison was completely unaware of what was going on below the Cascades. Little did she know that she was safer stranded than trying to continue on into the city where small waves of panic was already setting in. A grid failure had been talked about by the military for years just to keep the public on their toes, but the majority of people in the US didn't take that sort of thing seriously. When disaster was at their doorstep, no one had the first clue what to do.
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