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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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Thank you. You have no idea what it means to me that you have read and are sharing this.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
I swear I will get this done. My head has just been going in a hundred different directions for the past week. Fundraising is so hard and I am feeling the pressure to get everything done in time.
Katie - Baton Rouge - Bingo Hall
Katie knew her daddy was right. He was always right.
But even so, her heart clenched inside of her and her throat felt sore. She looked down at the little ball of fur in her arms. It was looking up at her with it's large grey eyes, like it was looking to her to take care of it.
"It hurts Daddy," she said, tears streaming from her eyes. She hugged the small animal tighter to her. "My heart hurts."
She had promised to be good and listen.
She had promised...
"Please," she whispered, pleading with him. "Please Daddy. I don't want any more dying."
If she let go of this kitten, it would die. She knew it. It would be like she was killing it herself. Katie had never killed anything before, not even a spider, and she didn't want to ever start.
Katie's eyes went towards the two other people, the old man and the strange boy. She shrank away from them all. Reaching up, she held out her arm towards her daddy, wanting him to pick her up and hold her. She always felt better and safer when he was holding her.
Jessalyn - Bus - Abram, Ben
Jess listened to Abram talk. She really hadn't given him much of a chance and she felt bad about that. When he spoke of his child she found herself smiling. She didn't ask what had happened to his family. She could guess and really didn't want it confirmed.
When he moved up to work on getting the bus running she laid a hand on his arm. "Abram? Thank you," she said, knowing he could tell she meant more then just working on the bus. She was thankful to him for everything he had done and was doing for her and Ben and Floyd.
Floyd...
Her thoughts turned to him as she cuddled her almost sleeping baby. Where was he now? Was he out in this storm? Had he found shelter? She prayed that was so.
She missed that man. She missed him so much. He was ornery and short tempered and barely any manners, but she missed him dearly. She had to have him back in her life. She needed him back in her life.
Jessalyn's love for Floyd still burned strong.
Her heart wouldn't be complete until she saw him again.
Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder disturbed Ben and he started to fuss, working his way up to wailing. His little face turned red and his tiny fists balled up tightly as he prepared to announce his displeasure at the world.
Jess cuddled him to her chest so he could hear her heartbeat. She started to hum, then sing gently into his ear.
Goodnight my angel,
time to close your eyes,
and save these questions for another day,
I think I know what you've been asking me,
I think you know what I've been trying to say,
I promise I will never leave you,
And you should always know,
No matter where you go, no matter where you are,
You'll always be a part of me,
Goodnight my angel,
Now it's time to sleep,
And still so many things I want to say,
Remember all the songs you sang to me,
When we went sailing on an emerald bay,
And like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep,
The water's dark and deep inside this lonely heart,
You'll always be a part of me,
Goodnight my angel,
Now it's time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be,
Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart there will always be a part,
Of me....
It was an old lullaby she had heard as a child and had grown up with. She had always dreamed about one day having a child of her own to sing it to. And even though the way he came was not pleasant, he was here now and he was her little angel. Jessalyn knew from the moment she looked into his eyes that she would give her life for this little life that had come from her.
Heather - Storm - Floyd, Seth, Hank(?)
Heather whirled around when Seth said that Hank was gone.
Gone?! How could they have lost him?! He was just there! Why hadn't she held on to him tighter?!
"Hank!" she screamed into the storm.
She couldn't lose him. God she couldn't lose that man. Not now. Now ever. Despite the fights and the hard feelings, he was her anchor. The person she counted on to be calm and collected.
Floyd ordered them to continue on, saying he would find Hank. Heather only moved because Seth nearly dragged her.
Please God, she begged. Please let that reckless son of a bitch be alive.
And once Floyd brought him back, Heather was going to kick Hank's ass for scaring her to death like this. Then she would probably hug him and maybe even ki-
She jerked herself out of that train of thought. That was over for both of them. She doubted he wanted anything to do with her in that way after all of the fights and hard feelings she had put him through. Not that he didn't deserve them, but still...
The wind was picking up and the rain was getting stronger. Everyone outside was soon soaked to the bone. Heather's hair was plastered to her head and some of it fell into her face, making it hard to see. They had to find shelter and quickly. Would the others have waited for them? Or had they left?
Katie knew her daddy was right. He was always right.
But even so, her heart clenched inside of her and her throat felt sore. She looked down at the little ball of fur in her arms. It was looking up at her with it's large grey eyes, like it was looking to her to take care of it.
"It hurts Daddy," she said, tears streaming from her eyes. She hugged the small animal tighter to her. "My heart hurts."
She had promised to be good and listen.
She had promised...
"Please," she whispered, pleading with him. "Please Daddy. I don't want any more dying."
If she let go of this kitten, it would die. She knew it. It would be like she was killing it herself. Katie had never killed anything before, not even a spider, and she didn't want to ever start.
Katie's eyes went towards the two other people, the old man and the strange boy. She shrank away from them all. Reaching up, she held out her arm towards her daddy, wanting him to pick her up and hold her. She always felt better and safer when he was holding her.
Jessalyn - Bus - Abram, Ben
Jess listened to Abram talk. She really hadn't given him much of a chance and she felt bad about that. When he spoke of his child she found herself smiling. She didn't ask what had happened to his family. She could guess and really didn't want it confirmed.
When he moved up to work on getting the bus running she laid a hand on his arm. "Abram? Thank you," she said, knowing he could tell she meant more then just working on the bus. She was thankful to him for everything he had done and was doing for her and Ben and Floyd.
Floyd...
Her thoughts turned to him as she cuddled her almost sleeping baby. Where was he now? Was he out in this storm? Had he found shelter? She prayed that was so.
She missed that man. She missed him so much. He was ornery and short tempered and barely any manners, but she missed him dearly. She had to have him back in her life. She needed him back in her life.
Jessalyn's love for Floyd still burned strong.
Her heart wouldn't be complete until she saw him again.
Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder disturbed Ben and he started to fuss, working his way up to wailing. His little face turned red and his tiny fists balled up tightly as he prepared to announce his displeasure at the world.
Jess cuddled him to her chest so he could hear her heartbeat. She started to hum, then sing gently into his ear.
Goodnight my angel,
time to close your eyes,
and save these questions for another day,
I think I know what you've been asking me,
I think you know what I've been trying to say,
I promise I will never leave you,
And you should always know,
No matter where you go, no matter where you are,
You'll always be a part of me,
Goodnight my angel,
Now it's time to sleep,
And still so many things I want to say,
Remember all the songs you sang to me,
When we went sailing on an emerald bay,
And like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep,
The water's dark and deep inside this lonely heart,
You'll always be a part of me,
Goodnight my angel,
Now it's time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be,
Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart there will always be a part,
Of me....
It was an old lullaby she had heard as a child and had grown up with. She had always dreamed about one day having a child of her own to sing it to. And even though the way he came was not pleasant, he was here now and he was her little angel. Jessalyn knew from the moment she looked into his eyes that she would give her life for this little life that had come from her.
Heather - Storm - Floyd, Seth, Hank(?)
Heather whirled around when Seth said that Hank was gone.
Gone?! How could they have lost him?! He was just there! Why hadn't she held on to him tighter?!
"Hank!" she screamed into the storm.
She couldn't lose him. God she couldn't lose that man. Not now. Now ever. Despite the fights and the hard feelings, he was her anchor. The person she counted on to be calm and collected.
Floyd ordered them to continue on, saying he would find Hank. Heather only moved because Seth nearly dragged her.
Please God, she begged. Please let that reckless son of a bitch be alive.
And once Floyd brought him back, Heather was going to kick Hank's ass for scaring her to death like this. Then she would probably hug him and maybe even ki-
She jerked herself out of that train of thought. That was over for both of them. She doubted he wanted anything to do with her in that way after all of the fights and hard feelings she had put him through. Not that he didn't deserve them, but still...
The wind was picking up and the rain was getting stronger. Everyone outside was soon soaked to the bone. Heather's hair was plastered to her head and some of it fell into her face, making it hard to see. They had to find shelter and quickly. Would the others have waited for them? Or had they left?
Up to $490. Have a little under a month to get the rest of the money.
Not going to lie, not feeling very encouraged today. Every waking moment I am not at work or sleeping I am spending on trying to help me friend, but I feel like I am failing.
Not going to lie, not feeling very encouraged today. Every waking moment I am not at work or sleeping I am spending on trying to help me friend, but I feel like I am failing.
will post tomorrow night guys I swear
like the character so far thatguy
like the character so far thatguy
Thank you Magic Magnum. I appreciate anything that can be done to share this with as many people as possible.
We are up to $480. Still working on fliers to pass around at my job. They will give a run down of some of her conditions and the link to the gofundme page along with the request that if you can't donate, share.
That is all I ask of each and every one of you who have taken the time to read this:
If you can't donate, share.
Sharing my friend's story with as many people as you can starts a chain reaction. More and more people learn about it and share with more people who either donate or share with more people who can donate. With each person you share this with, you are helping to save the life of a 25 year old single mother. You are helping three small children keep their mother, who is their only parent, in their lives. You are helping my friend live to see her children grow up.
You have become a part of her story now.
What part will you play?
We are up to $480. Still working on fliers to pass around at my job. They will give a run down of some of her conditions and the link to the gofundme page along with the request that if you can't donate, share.
That is all I ask of each and every one of you who have taken the time to read this:
If you can't donate, share.
Sharing my friend's story with as many people as you can starts a chain reaction. More and more people learn about it and share with more people who either donate or share with more people who can donate. With each person you share this with, you are helping to save the life of a 25 year old single mother. You are helping three small children keep their mother, who is their only parent, in their lives. You are helping my friend live to see her children grow up.
You have become a part of her story now.
What part will you play?
Thank you for adding more to your CS. You are accepted :)
hello phoenix and thank you for wanting to join the rp and for not making a military character, since we have too many of those already.
I like that you put good and bad personality traits in your CS. I like the character. My only request is that you flesh out the appearance and the bio a bit more. Since you don't have a pic I would like to have more description of your characters looks : what is his height, what color are his eyes, his hair, his skin tone, how skinny/not so skinny is he, things like that.
For the bio, I know I stated that we didn't need a whole lot of history, but more then 2 sentences would be appreciated. Like where did he come from, what is his family situation, how has he been surviving this whole time, was he in a group or always by himself, where was he when the outbreak happened, things like that.
I look forward to seeing your completed character.
I like that you put good and bad personality traits in your CS. I like the character. My only request is that you flesh out the appearance and the bio a bit more. Since you don't have a pic I would like to have more description of your characters looks : what is his height, what color are his eyes, his hair, his skin tone, how skinny/not so skinny is he, things like that.
For the bio, I know I stated that we didn't need a whole lot of history, but more then 2 sentences would be appreciated. Like where did he come from, what is his family situation, how has he been surviving this whole time, was he in a group or always by himself, where was he when the outbreak happened, things like that.
I look forward to seeing your completed character.
Heather - building - Cannibals, Hank, Floyd, Seth
Heather couldn't help the scream that tore from her throat when she was kicked. She coughed, tasting blood and bile in her mouth. The pain increased along with the panic as she was held down, her shirt ripped off. Tears of humilation poured down her face as she was fondled and gawked at. When she tried to fight she was kicked again. It would be a miracle if she came out of this without bruised ribs or other internal injuries.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard Hank yell for them to stop. She saw them beating him. "Stop!" she screamed at them. "Stop it!"
Even as two of them beat Hank the other two were focusing on her. Heather squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to believe this was happening. She was about to be raped by two psychos while listening to the sounds of Hank being beaten in the background. She heard Hank yell again just as a shot went off. The pervert assaulting her vanished along with the weight of the man holding her down. Heather opened her eyes in time to see one of the men get shot, blood spraying everywhere. As the other ran Heather struggled to cover herself. Her shirt was in tatters so it was useless.
She felt someone loom over her and flinched away, only to realize it was Floyd. He handed her his jacket and she took it gratefully. As she put it on she realized her hands were shaking. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
No. She was stronger then this. This was nothing. She had been saved so there was no reason to cry now. She would just stand up, shake it off and move on.
That resolve lasted about two seconds. As soon as Hank approached her, reaching out his hand to help her up, she lost it.
With a strangled cry she threw her arms around him, burying her face into his chest so he wouldn't see her cry. Heather shook violently. He had been hurt because he had tried to help her. She had been touched and molested, nearly raped in front of him. It killed her that he had seen her so weak and helpless, just as much as she was certain it had killed him to have been unable to help her. She wanted to tell him she wasn't angry at him, that it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. She could only hope that her actions showed him how she felt.
Even though the perverted monsters were dead she could still feel them on her, could feel them holding her down, feel their hands on her skin, their eyes raking over her exposed flesh. It made her skin crawl and she felt dirty.
She wished Floyd and Seth weren't here. Although she was grateful for the help, she didn't know how she would face them now. She was humiliated at what they had seen. She wanted to be somewhere safe and quiet, but it was still storming outside. They couldn't go back yet.
"Please," she gasped out to Hank, her throat sore from trying to control her emotions. "I need to get out of this room. I can't... be in here anymore. Please."
Even if they couldn't leave, she desperately wanted out of this nightmarish room.
As they left the room and went further into the building Heather stayed as close to Hank as possible. She glanced at Seth, then looked away at what she saw in his face. There was concern and pity, but also the look of a young man who had seen a woman's breasts for the first time. She knew he couldn't help it, but she didn't appreciate it at the same time.
Floyd on the other hand acted like he hadn't seen a thing. He wouldn't even glance her way. She wondered if he had experience with this sort of thing, knowing that she wouldn't want anyone looking at her for a while.
"Floyd?" she managed to get out before she could change her mind. "Thank you..."
Jessalyn - Storm - Abram
The storm came up so fast. First the clouds had come, then the wind, then suddenly the heavens opened and a torrential downpour descended on them.
"Abram!" she called, trying to cover Ben as much as possible. "We have to get out of this!"
A storm like this with a baby was enough to get him sick and they had no medical supplies to use on a sick baby. And if she got sick would she still be able to produce milk for him? She didn't want to find out.
Abram managed to find a crashed school bus not far from them. Some of the seats had been taken but there were still enough for Jess to sit down and cuddle Ben to her. Abram also pulled out an extra shirt from his backpack for her to dry the baby off with.
The thunder and lightning and pounding rain combined into too much noise and stimulation for the baby and he started to cry.
"Shh... shh..." Jess cooed, trying to calm him down. "Mommy is here... shh... you're alright..."
Nope, he wasn't buying it. Nothing was okay from his tiny standpoint. There was too much noise and flashes of light. He didn't understand it and wanted it to stop.
Not sure what to do, Jessalyn looked at Abram. "Maybe if I feed him he'll stop," she said apologetically. "Could you... please... not look for a bit?" she asked, blushing a bit.
When he turned his back she lifted her shirt enough for Ben to start nursing. She felt bad for Abram. This was embarressing for her, but she imagined it was far more so for him. It also put more on him as they traveled. She could provide the food for Ben, but only if she herself was supplied with food by Abram, who also had to provide for himself to stay strong enough to provide for her so she could provide for Ben.
Jessalyn felt ashamed for her earlier behavior and feelings of annoyance at Abram for insisting on coming with her to find Floyd. Really she wouldn't have lasted long out here without him. Once they found Floyd, she wondered if he would stay with them or move on by himself.
Ben ate until he was full and she burped him. Even after it was okay for Abram to look again he contiued to keep watch, for walkers or other threats.
Heather couldn't help the scream that tore from her throat when she was kicked. She coughed, tasting blood and bile in her mouth. The pain increased along with the panic as she was held down, her shirt ripped off. Tears of humilation poured down her face as she was fondled and gawked at. When she tried to fight she was kicked again. It would be a miracle if she came out of this without bruised ribs or other internal injuries.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard Hank yell for them to stop. She saw them beating him. "Stop!" she screamed at them. "Stop it!"
Even as two of them beat Hank the other two were focusing on her. Heather squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to believe this was happening. She was about to be raped by two psychos while listening to the sounds of Hank being beaten in the background. She heard Hank yell again just as a shot went off. The pervert assaulting her vanished along with the weight of the man holding her down. Heather opened her eyes in time to see one of the men get shot, blood spraying everywhere. As the other ran Heather struggled to cover herself. Her shirt was in tatters so it was useless.
She felt someone loom over her and flinched away, only to realize it was Floyd. He handed her his jacket and she took it gratefully. As she put it on she realized her hands were shaking. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
No. She was stronger then this. This was nothing. She had been saved so there was no reason to cry now. She would just stand up, shake it off and move on.
That resolve lasted about two seconds. As soon as Hank approached her, reaching out his hand to help her up, she lost it.
With a strangled cry she threw her arms around him, burying her face into his chest so he wouldn't see her cry. Heather shook violently. He had been hurt because he had tried to help her. She had been touched and molested, nearly raped in front of him. It killed her that he had seen her so weak and helpless, just as much as she was certain it had killed him to have been unable to help her. She wanted to tell him she wasn't angry at him, that it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. She could only hope that her actions showed him how she felt.
Even though the perverted monsters were dead she could still feel them on her, could feel them holding her down, feel their hands on her skin, their eyes raking over her exposed flesh. It made her skin crawl and she felt dirty.
She wished Floyd and Seth weren't here. Although she was grateful for the help, she didn't know how she would face them now. She was humiliated at what they had seen. She wanted to be somewhere safe and quiet, but it was still storming outside. They couldn't go back yet.
"Please," she gasped out to Hank, her throat sore from trying to control her emotions. "I need to get out of this room. I can't... be in here anymore. Please."
Even if they couldn't leave, she desperately wanted out of this nightmarish room.
As they left the room and went further into the building Heather stayed as close to Hank as possible. She glanced at Seth, then looked away at what she saw in his face. There was concern and pity, but also the look of a young man who had seen a woman's breasts for the first time. She knew he couldn't help it, but she didn't appreciate it at the same time.
Floyd on the other hand acted like he hadn't seen a thing. He wouldn't even glance her way. She wondered if he had experience with this sort of thing, knowing that she wouldn't want anyone looking at her for a while.
"Floyd?" she managed to get out before she could change her mind. "Thank you..."
Jessalyn - Storm - Abram
The storm came up so fast. First the clouds had come, then the wind, then suddenly the heavens opened and a torrential downpour descended on them.
"Abram!" she called, trying to cover Ben as much as possible. "We have to get out of this!"
A storm like this with a baby was enough to get him sick and they had no medical supplies to use on a sick baby. And if she got sick would she still be able to produce milk for him? She didn't want to find out.
Abram managed to find a crashed school bus not far from them. Some of the seats had been taken but there were still enough for Jess to sit down and cuddle Ben to her. Abram also pulled out an extra shirt from his backpack for her to dry the baby off with.
The thunder and lightning and pounding rain combined into too much noise and stimulation for the baby and he started to cry.
"Shh... shh..." Jess cooed, trying to calm him down. "Mommy is here... shh... you're alright..."
Nope, he wasn't buying it. Nothing was okay from his tiny standpoint. There was too much noise and flashes of light. He didn't understand it and wanted it to stop.
Not sure what to do, Jessalyn looked at Abram. "Maybe if I feed him he'll stop," she said apologetically. "Could you... please... not look for a bit?" she asked, blushing a bit.
When he turned his back she lifted her shirt enough for Ben to start nursing. She felt bad for Abram. This was embarressing for her, but she imagined it was far more so for him. It also put more on him as they traveled. She could provide the food for Ben, but only if she herself was supplied with food by Abram, who also had to provide for himself to stay strong enough to provide for her so she could provide for Ben.
Jessalyn felt ashamed for her earlier behavior and feelings of annoyance at Abram for insisting on coming with her to find Floyd. Really she wouldn't have lasted long out here without him. Once they found Floyd, she wondered if he would stay with them or move on by himself.
Ben ate until he was full and she burped him. Even after it was okay for Abram to look again he contiued to keep watch, for walkers or other threats.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Sarina Redwind
Age: 22
Country of origin: Isla
Class: Archer
Weapon: Long Bow
Appearance: Sarina
Deity: Eden
Magic(all spells should be basic): none
Personality: Sarina is fiercely loyal to her comrades at arms, and not very friendly to anyone else. She believes in helping those in need, but does not condone laziness. She believes in paying your debts and facing problems head on. Sarina is also very stubborn, which tends to make her hard to get along with at times. It takes a while to gain her trust and loyalty, but once you do she would give her life for you, but she expects the same in return. If you betray her trust, there are no second chances.
She doesn't like children. It's not that she hates them, she just doesn't have any use for them and would prefer they stay away from her with their sticky fingers, dirty faces and endless questions. Really anyone who talks too much annoys Sarina, who is used to spending hours on end in the forest hunting in silence.
She has an eagle eye and a steady hand when it comes to her bow. She can shoot the center of a target from 100 paces. She can hit a deer in the eye and a bird in midflight. No one can master her with the bow.
History: WORK IN PROGRESS
Age: 22
Country of origin: Isla
Class: Archer
Weapon: Long Bow
Appearance: Sarina
Deity: Eden
Magic(all spells should be basic): none
Personality: Sarina is fiercely loyal to her comrades at arms, and not very friendly to anyone else. She believes in helping those in need, but does not condone laziness. She believes in paying your debts and facing problems head on. Sarina is also very stubborn, which tends to make her hard to get along with at times. It takes a while to gain her trust and loyalty, but once you do she would give her life for you, but she expects the same in return. If you betray her trust, there are no second chances.
She doesn't like children. It's not that she hates them, she just doesn't have any use for them and would prefer they stay away from her with their sticky fingers, dirty faces and endless questions. Really anyone who talks too much annoys Sarina, who is used to spending hours on end in the forest hunting in silence.
She has an eagle eye and a steady hand when it comes to her bow. She can shoot the center of a target from 100 paces. She can hit a deer in the eye and a bird in midflight. No one can master her with the bow.
History: WORK IN PROGRESS
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