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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea I've edited Jack's relation sheet into his character post thingy.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia

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He sheepishly smiled at her gaze, wondering whether or not those were actually ballets. Had he not been purposefully keeping his hands on the table, he would have ashamedly reached up and rubbed the back of his head. Seeing her nod, he let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't looked like a total idiot, then...not yet, at least. He watched her pull out the glossy and folded up pieces of paper, handing it over to him. Taking it gingerly, he looked at each of the photos on the page, his eyes widening with amazement.

"Doesn't that, uh, doesn't that huaht?" Jack asked, his voice filled with astonishment. The human body didn't look like it should bend in those ways, but the pictures were proof that it was possible. He whistled slightly, before glancing back up at her.

"I don't think it's silly," he said softly, grinning at her. "What's the point in survivin' if you aren't livin'?"

Jack noticed her eyes darting towards the windows, and following them, he could see the tinge of darkness creeping in. As much as he'd love to stay and help another human being, he also recognized that he might not be welcome. The end of the world did make for strange bedfellows, but that didn't mean it'd make for new friends.

"I can be on my way, if you'd be comfohtable that way," Jack offered, his ears reddening slightly. Despite not caring too much about what was manly and what wasn't, he hardly wanted to get into a long conversation about his feelings and about being alone for a year. If Tatiana wanted him to stick around, he'd stay. If not, he'd leave and try to find somewhere else to take shelter that night. He knew the odds were slim, being able to find someplace else to stay once darkness had set in. He knew he'd likely die if he left.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: The Hotel

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Tuesday hadn't brought too much with her, just a few changes of clothes and her personal belongings, all shoved into a backpack. Slinging her bag back over her shoulders as she left the car, she felt even more like she was back in high school. The only difference would be that now, her teachers would likely try to distance themselves from her, rather than wrapping her in warm hugs and going on about how great her life would be. She couldn't even legally work at a school anymore, something no one expected.

They'd all thought that Riley would be the one who'd end up in prison out of the Ridgeway Twins.

"Cynthia, everything okay?" Tuesday asked, frowning a bit. The girl was acting bizarrely, darting around like a kid playing Spies! The murders couldn't have helped with her mental state. Once Riley got the room key and they all went to the room, as far as Tuesday was aware, Cynthia only became more paranoid.

"Relax, Cynth, it's just us," Tuesday said calmly, smiling at her. "Did you see something?" Had it been anyone else, Tuesday would have asked if Casper the Friendly Ghost was there, but she doubted it'd be the best idea. Cynthia didn't need jokes and anger--she needed understanding.

Hearing Cynthia's speech, Tuesday's eyes widened and she cupped her hand to her mouth. "Shit, are you sure?" she asked. After hearing everything about Kai and Ada, especially the husband returning from the dead, she couldn't help but giggle in amusement herself. "Wow...Guess someone moved on quickly," she snickered, despite not having seen the truck herself, and only having Cynthia's word for it.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Coroner's Office

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"Wait, here we go!" Cecily practically screeched, having spotted another photograph of the gun in her photo queue, just a few after this one. Flipping to it with her thumb frantically, the quality was far better, and by some stroke of fortune, the angle identical to the one used to photograph Peyton's gun. This time, holding the photographs side by side, even a two year old would have been able to tell that the guns were practically identical. Her heart skipped a beat, as she pondered whether or not they still had Peyton's gun in the evidence locker. She couldn't imagine the next of kin would want the gun-- and if they had released it to someone, there'd be a paper trail to follow.

"It's the same gun!" Cecily declared. "Here, what's the evidence tag on that photograph? I can try to find Peyton's gun in the evidence locker, if we still have it...I mean, I can't imagine anyone would want the thing, right? It'd be a bit odd to have that around, not like you can tell the neighbors Oh, and this is the gun our daughter used to pop off with!" She tugged at her hair slightly, feeling exhilarated from the slight breakthrough. The guns connected the sisters more than just their blood did. The odds that two people would kill themselves at the same place, with the same make of gun, and be related? Incredibly slim, Cecily figured.

A bit too impatient and fidgety now, Cecily looked at the file in Tank's hand, and got the evidence number. "Right, I'll go get it!" She practically ran from Wallace's office and down the hall, swiping her ID badge and heading inside. The walls were filled with boxes upon boxes filled with evidence, some of them from cases solved, some of them from cases cold. Rummaging through, she eventually made it to the small box set aside for Peyton's case. Cecily didn't have to search through it very long to realize the gun was gone.

"Shit!" Cecily groaned, stamping her foot a bit on the ground. Setting everything back, she left the evidence locker, securing it behind her. As she returned to Wallace's office, Roy had just got off the phone, finishing his call. She'd been gone less than a moment, sighing a bit as she prepared to share the news. Roy, however, stole the show.

"What do you mean?" Cecily frowned. She didn't like the tone or the look in his eye. Always expecting the worse, Cecily could only imagine that Wallace had had a similar encounter this morning--and that the person didn't miss that time. "He isn't dead....is he?"

She gulped, pleading with herself that it wasn't the case and that she was just reading into things too much. But if Wallace were dead, she didn't know quite what to do. Justice had had organized crime before, she'd dealt with those cases. But this? This was something more than that, if what she suspected turned out to be true...This would have to be something else, a different type of beast she wasn't prepared to deal with.

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

@Jedly Approved! :)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Jade Cornish

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Zachary Carpenter @BlueSky44, Darren Andrews @Pundii

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Jade nodded, forcing a smile at the sheriff. "S'alright, mate," she said, clapping his shoulder lightly. The younger officers who stuck around and the seasoned veterans formed human barricades around the bodies, with the few uncooperative members of the press finding themselves with slaps of metal around their wrists. Wishing she had a coffee, Jade stared wistfully over at Jake's. After her work was over, she'd head over there. Luckily for her, Cecily, ever a busybody, had already ran over to the station to grab the items needed for a proper crime scene perimeter. The paperwork would be the death of them in this case.

The forensics? Not so much. It was a bit obvious who had done all of the killing, and even if it wasn't, at least one of the reporters would have caught it on tape.

Rocking back on her feet a bit, she saw a few of the individuals involved with the attack gathering around the young girl. They'd all need to have their statements taken, so she didn't mind it much. "I've called in an ambulance for the kid already, doubt she's got a parent with her...We'd be faffing about if we did much more about this," Jade sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Clear cut case."

Jade snorted a bit, giving the FBI agent the once over. "Right, and I'm Princess Di!" She rolled her eyes, glancing at the badge. Certain it was a fake, she had to admit that it was a rather good one. In her years working as a PI, she'd seen dozens, and used dozens. It had to have been an expensive make--not something that could be done on any old motel computer. "Why's the FBI nipping over here already, eh? Tell me that and maybe we'll believe you, Agent Winchester."

The closest office, as far as she could tell, was an hour's drive away in Seattle. They would have had to start driving before the meeting even started, and for an organization that sat on tips until it was just about too late, she doubted they would have sent anyone down to Altsoba just in case. An hour ago, the only problem the town faced was a lack of power.

That wasn't something the FBI generally cared about.

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

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Sayuki Kyasarin

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Location: Floor 1 - Town of Beginnings
Interacting With: The Beta Testers @BlueSky44

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Kyasarin scowled a bit, hanging towards the back of the crowd. She leaned childishly up against her sword, practically using the thing like a cane. If she wasn't careful, she'd cause the thing to break. The novice swords weren't exactly known for their durability. In the beta, she'd had a far nicer weapon to use--the Ice Blade--but as far as she could tell, her inventory had been wiped clean.

Still, even Kyasarin was able to see the various feelings of discontent weaving their way through the crowd. While not personally understanding them, she knew enough about human beings to see what would happen next: they'd begin to blame the beta testers. There was strength in numbers, and she had intended on joining a guild at some point. It wouldn't be too bad to go join up with some of the more experienced players.

Rushing through the crowd, Kyasarin jostled her way through dozens of hopeless looking faces, before making her way up to the beta testers. Standing at a hardly impressive 5'0", she crossed her arms, her sword at her side. "Hey! I want to join you guys," Kyasarin said plainly. "Name's Kyasarin -- beta tester. You know, the one who made it to floor seven."

She puffed out her chest a bit, trying to emphasize the accomplishment. Of course, there had been one player who made it farther than her, a strange boy who reached floor eight. She tried to not think about him often. They'd met on a few occasions, and he'd made it quite clear that he'd only play solo.

"So? What'd you say? We got a deal?" Kyasarin pressed, a wide grin, or was it a smirk?, crossing her face.

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Starkette

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Location: Floor 1 - Town of Beginnings ---> Heading Out to Battle Some Monsters
Interacting With: Her Fear

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Starkette picked at her nails the entire time, wishing desperately that the standard armor had come with some sort of a hood. Her avatar had been removed by the horrible mirrors, leaving her feeling exposed. Already, she had caught someone staring at her, on the verge of recognition. Being trapped in this death game was awful, sure...

...but she wasn't certain it was any more horrible than people knowing her as Guinevere Stark. Her entire life, that was what she had been known for. No one judged her by her merits, only seeing her last name, and the shadows of her parents. She gulped, attempting to calm down, and instead found herself hyperventilating. There had to be someway to get a disguise, to do something to ensure she wouldn't be recognized...

Though, with a bead of sweat falling from her forehead, she realized that the gamemaker wasn't a reasonable person. Reasonable people don't create death games. The odds of him acquiescing to her request and changing her avatar up would thus be incredibly minimal. Glancing around at the crowd, Starkette resolved that her best bet would be to get as far away from the crowds as possible, and once she'd earned enough gold, purchase armor with a decent hood.

Maybe I can chop my hair off with this sword... she pondered, before seeing a rather short black-haired girl burst through the crowd, cockily waltzing up to the beta testers. Her eyes widened, however, when she realized she didn't catch the location of the meeting--just the time.

"How are we supposed to go to a meeting when we don't know where it is?" Starkette scoffed, her prickly outer shell coming to the rescue. Leaving the crowd, she glanced around for any players that looked like they were heading out of the town to level up. If she was going to go with the beta testers and try to clear the floor, she'd need to know how to do more than just hold a sword.

Unable to find anyone, Starkette sighed a bit, and resolved to set out on her own. If she ran into anyone trustworthy, she'd join up with them. If not, she'd try to do her best not to get killed. At least she'd die as Starkette, for the moment.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Playlist for the RP is up, check out the first post of the OOC. :)

Also, friendly reminder for @hagroden that your post counter has hit day 5. Don't let it hit day 7, hun. :)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii Awww, I love him! :) Reminds me of my favorite Winchester. He's got room 2 at Aunt Sue's. Feel free to move him over and post for him whenever you're ready.

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

@alexfangtalon Accepted :)