Morose

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil Does the Expendables 3 description mean happiness or sadness for our survival?

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Haunted House

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Did Tuesday want to be a hero? Not really. She never fancied herself as going in to save the day. She never imagined herself as leaving the haunted house to cheers and applause, to television interviews and movie deals that would secure her financially for the rest of her life. Helping Marc wasn't about being a hero--it was about not being a dick to her friend. Marc didn't deserve to die in there.

But perhaps she did. And in that way, Tuesday was powerful. She didn't expect or care if she left the haunted house. Chris' terror from earlier had almost had a numbing effect on her. And with his arm snaked around her neck, and his gun pressing into her rib cage, she felt her heart beating frantically. But Tuesday herself wasn't afraid.

"Yeah, about that, asshat," Tuesday said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not here to be the hero--and I'm no fucking damsel in distress. You shoot me, Marc shoots you. You don't shoot me, you go to prison, and they fry your brains in the chair. Just a matter of when you're choosing to die, sicko. Kill me if you think that'll make you feel something on the inside. Not even heroin could do that, trust me, I've bloody tried."

She nodded at Marc, glancing Riley out of the corner of her eye, but she continued to gaze forward. Her sister didn't need to have her blood spilled either. And this was it, Tuesday knew that this was the way it would have to be. She'd have to take herself out of the equation. "Marc, I'm not saying this to be brave or anything. You hear me?" Her heart was still pounding, but Tuesday hardly paid it any attention.

Impending death was a surprisingly calm sensation, she found. "Oh, and Chris? Your movies are shit. The slop they serve in prison would look better on the silver screen than your work. Hell's probably just a rerun of your greatest films--and by great, I mean fucking painful. No wonder you're a serial killer now--but hey, no one gives a fuck about your work still. Isn't that just peachy?"

If she couldn't go out with class, well, she'd at least go out with sass.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Ooooh, so very very close!

But this ship is one where the people have not exchanged a single word! It is...

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

*has a secret ship in DttS*



And no, it isn't Vera/Peter.... :P

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea I think it's more like we're just seeing how much Riley and Chloe can get away with without being killed. :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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Him, a ringmaster? Jack tried to imagine it, and the only problem he was his accent. But he supposed, as long as they didn't have too many R's for him to say, it'd work. He was able to memorize the Miranda warning for his job, so he doubted that lines would be too much of an issue...But would he embarrass Tatiana? He wasn't entirely kidding when he said he couldn't just stop being goofy.

His record was ten minutes with a straight face. Sutton had timed him, back when he was first transferred to Chicago. But with the world the way it was, perhaps his record had improved...But with Tatiana around, he wasn't sure he could go a minute without smiling like an idiot still. She was just too amazing.

"Alright, I can do that," Jack agreed. "Just don't ask me to say 'pahk the caah in hahvahd yahd' or anything like that, if you want people to understand," he finished, joking a bit. Meg's question made him stop to think a bit. He had been doing police work for ages, always looking out for people and protecting. Security seemed to be an obvious thing for him to do.

But there was a small part of him that wanted to try something new. "Maybe I'll learn to be a bakah, up to almost anything," Jack answered, an honest smile on his face. As long as Tatiana was happy, he didn't much care what he did.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: The Infirmary ---> Abandoned Classroom (Franklin)

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Édouard groaned slightly, seeing as Amelia pointed the finger at him, and Lyon, in turn, aimed his weapon. He was tempted to take another step, out of sheer laziness. The entire world seemed to hate him, anyways. Gone were the days when he was the shit. He wasn't a big deal anymore--his short time in Franklin had taught him that. And quickly, he was turning tired and bitter. Why not just go out now, and end things before they got all the more depressing? At least in death, the temptress could not seduce him any further.

"Tu penses que je me sens concerné par toi, eh, Amélie?" Édouard asked, rolling his eyes. "Le monde est indifférent!" he threw his hands up slightly, laughing painfully. He was about to take a step, when Sana emerged, and frantically made his excuses. He turned slightly, his face clearly covered in confusion, and then she led him into the empty classroom.

"Pourquoi?!" Édouard screamed, rubbing his jaw after her explosive punch. Yeah, she definitely was a temptress. "Dites la vérité--pouquoi est-ce que tu te sens concerné par moi?" Édouard asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to her. On the one hand, he was tempted to leave, to say goodbye to Franklin...But did this woman actually care about him? She had just decked him, and now, she was saying she had his back? Why did she care? What reason did she have?

He couldn't recall the last time anyone did care about him, either.

Translations

"Tu penses que je me sens concerné par toi, eh, Amélie? = You think I care about you, eh, Amelia?
Le monde est indifférent! = The world doesn't care! // No one cares!
Pourqoui?! = Why?!
Dites la vérité--pouquoi est-ce que tu te sens concerné par moi? = Say the truth--why do you care about me?

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: Franklin

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Perhaps if this were an alternate universe, one where Tryke had met Marx and Bridgette under different circumstances, their remarks would have bothered her. Instead, with Marx's angst filled comments, his explanation about his burn, she felt mostly indifferent. The only thing that she cared to think about was that his hand, from what she could tell, was not functioning properly. And robotics happened to be her area of expertise.

"You want a new hand?" Tryke asked. The parts would be difficult to come by, perhaps even impossible to find, but resourcefulness was her strong suit. "It'd not be nearly as nice as Skywalker's, but I can fashion something together if you're interested. Won't be perfect--you'll shake like Strange--but useable." Of course, the help of a biomedical engineer would have been nice as well--she wasn't even certain she could get the nervous system to respond to robotics. Electrical impulses, as far as Tryke could recall, had been the most they could do before the world went to shit. Osseointegration had never been done to its logical extreme.

But Tryke enjoyed a challenge. No matter how long it would take or how impossible it appeared. It'd keep her mind busy. Her eyes flickered over to the truck, and Tryke smiled a bit at Bridgette's comment. Yeah, she knew that her name was a bit much sometimes. Her parents hadn't exactly thought naming her through very carefully. "Tryke's a nickname. Trillium Brite is the actual first name my parents assumed would be a fantastic idea to give their only daughter."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat: Still waiting on that post. My bad! I'm blind.
@Pundii: Day 7.

Children of Arkham Asylum

@BlueSky44 Okay, cool. Here are my brief notes on the plot so far, if you wanna advance it or add to it in your post. Honestly, do whatever you want. Go wild!

ARKHAM ASYLUM PLOT

Deadshot was supposedly released. However, he is actually incarcerated in Arkham and was found by Folly. The organization you see going on there? They assumed Deadshot’s identity and threw him in prison at Arkham. They have a staff member in on it, enough to swap the paperwork, but not strong enough for the required hacking.

Task Force Y replaced Task Force X
Year is 2043

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat Day 9, extension was to today -- need a post in within 24 hours of this post here.
@Pundii: Day 6.

Children of Arkham Asylum

@BlueSky44 It's been a month...Are you still doing this?