Morose

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I'll get a post up tonight.

And with the way things are going, you'll have my back-up character in your inbox once finals are over.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 7! Best get your post in before your characters go the way of Firefly Season 2, yeah? :P

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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Tatiana sitting on Bazhooli's shoulder while juggling? He supposed that there wasn't anything inherently wrong with it, but he found it hard to picture. The beautiful, delicate, and graceful Tatiana, sitting on top of the large and muscular Bazhooli? It wasn't that he was jealous at the thought...though the idea of Tatiana's legs spreading for Bazhooli didn't make his top ten list of things to do during the apocalypse...but that it simply eluded his imagination.

Wouldn't one of the pins smack Tatiana in the face while flying upwards? And if she tried to stand to do some sort of trick, wouldn't that damage Bazhooli's shoulder? He supposed that perhaps that was just the price of a good performance--physical pain and injury. Jack wasn't a doctor, but even he couldn't imagine ballet was incredibly healthy for someone's toes. None of his sisters had been into it--not that he saw them growing up much, of course. They lived with his dad. He did have a younger sister, Georgiana, that he visited once while she was studying in college--she played ice hockey for the University of Minnesota.

What had happened to her?

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: The Infirmary (Franklin)

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There went one mild source of entertainment. Apparently, Lyon had decided to stop paying attention to him. Well, that was fine. It wasn't the first time in his life it happened to him. The staff were forced to listen to him and cater to his each and every whim on pain of death--but his sisters had a vicious streak, and once they tired of boxing his ears to assert their will, the silent treatment would come shortly after. Édouard imagined that Sana would have been best friends with Alisanne, the cruelest member of the family.

But what was Lyon paying attention to? The sickly Jewish kid. Édouard rolled his eyes again, leaning up against the wall. The blood and gore that coated his clothing rubbed off against it, creating a gruesome shadow on the plaster. He didn't care, however, despite the likelihood that Lyon would make him clean the room again. And at least it seemed stubby was either going to die for real this time, or had finally decided to stop being a nuisance and actually heal.

The injured could be so exasperating at times, so challenging. His eyes darted to the door, as Lyon busied himself with Moon-Moon or whatever the kid's name was. Maybe it was time to slip off, to leave Franklin behind, and start his life anew. There had to be a settlement of sorts somewhere that would understand him--maybe he'd find a way to contact his sisters in France. Édouard doubted that even the undead could kill Alisanne and Darcey. They were too stubborn for death.

Letting out a bit of a yawn, Édouard stretched in a near cat-like manner. Things were starting to get boring--he almost hoped that Captain Stub would burst into flames without a moment's notice. At least that would have been interesting.

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: the Woods ---> Franklin

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Viking girls acting super clingy and secretive? Check.

As Tryke followed the small party on her bike, she realized how fortunate they were, and how odd the entire situation was. On one hand, only the stray walker reared its ugly head. She didn't have to swing her baseball bat around, instead able to let it rest comfortably behind her as she rode. Her makeshift flamethrower, Tryke found, was far more effective at terrifying people than the fucking walker infestation. A bat worked surprisingly well, when it came to smashing walker brains into something like applesauce, only ten times more disgusting.

"Is there a viking convention in town I didn't get an invite to?" Tryke asked, a small smirk on her face. As they approached Franklin, she took in the metal, chainlink fence. Her mind flashed instantly to Farraday cages, and she sighed a bit, reminiscing about old times. Maybe she'd be able to trade her service for food--electrifying the fence wouldn't be too difficult. It wouldn't be sustainable, but they'd be able to keep it off mostly, and turn it on to shock anyone who came near.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," Tryke muttered. "It's the Michael Jackson tribute fest, right? The 1980's called, they want their fashion back." Her comments were mostly under her breath, but her eyes were obviously narrowed, as she took in the thick glove. Thinking back to her previous scathing thoughts, maybe he did have an android arm. That'd have been cool. Tryke always knew she'd have done well in a world where robots were beginning to replace people--and a robotic arm would have been the start of that.

"What the hell's wrong with your hand?" Tryke asked, giving in. Her lack of patience didn't help, and it was bothering her more and more. No one wore thick gloves like that--her gloves, for example, were fingerless. And if it wasn't for her bike and roughing it up in the woods, she might not have even worn them. But this asshat? It seemed almost like a fashion statement.

Only, of course, no one had time for fashion statements. But her other theory, of a robotic arm, seemed a little too much like a cheesy Star Trek fanfic.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Funnel Cake Stand (Carnival at the Park) ---> Ferris Wheel

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"Yeah, that wasn't a yes-no question...I need to get an actual time, like one on the clock?" her more bitter and sarcastic nature was starting to bleed through. As Chris' grip on her hand tightened, Tuesday became more and more nervous, more and more afraid. Perhaps this was going to be the end. She didn't see Marc anywhere--had he left her to die? With the way she treated him, she wouldn't be too surprised.

A wave of guilt washed over Tuesday. In her attempts to reclaim her life, to achieve independence, she had caused so much pain. Her phone vibrated, shaking her out of her reverie. Riley's message both calmed and horrified her. Her twin sister was here, getting mixed up in this mess? She tried her best to seem calm, as Chris slipped under the crime scene tape, his grip on her hand tightening. "What's with the hand holding? It's not like I'll get lost."

Yet just as she was about to force herself to vomit on Chris, faking an aversion to the sight of blood, she felt herself wrapped in a warm embrace. Fucking hell. It was Riley. Tuesday wasn't sure whether to be shocked, delighted, or terrified--she felt it all at once. Glancing over towards Chris, as Riley unceremoniously creamed him with pie, Tuesday bit back a laugh. She tore her hand out of Chris' grip, using the pretense of needing to fix her hair after Riley's bear hug.

"Er....Hi Riley," Tuesday said, forcing a sense of awkwardness into her voice. She had after all specifically asked Chris to not mention to Marc or Riley that he saw her--acting all buddy-buddy with Riley now would only cause suspicion. "What brings you to the...to the crime scene?"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil Cool. :) If you wanna hash things out over PM that works with me. Virginia loves being under investigation.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil Hmmm. I have a slightly hairbrained idea. Or several.
-The Crypts aren't religious and they're quite odd, maybe the church suspected they were soulless and sent Mary to the manor
-Virginia perhaps went to the church to ask if they had any way of determining where someone's spirit is (her parents were lost at sea)
-Virginia has a bit of an oddness to her in general...She's honestly really weird, almost anything could work if you're interested in figuring something out

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea I'll finish up Virginia's relations sheet today or tomorrow. :) I have them worked out, just need to write the last few up.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 6

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: the Kitchen ----> Med Bay ----> Cell

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Wong dahn, Dorothy thought to herself, hearing the brief bits of conversation. Although she wasn't sure where the information came from, the end result was fairly clear. The Alliance was coming for them. It would mean the death of her friends, and she and Camilla would face trial for desertion from the Alliance military. Neither event would be pretty. Biting her lip, Dorothy glanced around quickly, looking for Daphne's familiar face.

"Yes ma'am," Dorothy said quickly, taking in the orders. She didn't grab any food or water for the boy, instead heading back down the ladder, away from the chaos of the kitchen. With the ship unable to move, and the Alliance on their tails, every second counted. Seemed it was the little piece of shit's lucky day--he'd be pumped full of drugs and deposited in some random spot on this planet.

How Shi Sung Chung, she thought bitterly, making it inside the medical bay. She grabbed a mild sedative, enough to do the trick, but saved the stronger ones for future emergencies. She never did quite know when she'd be asked to sedate a crew member--the possibility was always there. Assuming that Atticus had been following her the entire time, Dorothy walked towards the cell, listening to see if the boy was hollering and fussing still.

"I'll need you to restrain the boy while I sedate him," Dorothy explained. "Ready when you are, preacher."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Except for Victoria, the dear little thing. She expects everything.