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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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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
that's sweet, but won't solve anything. thanks for the thought and I will keep the offer in mind.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I swear I was going to post tonight and finish my CS but this other person on RPG who is in two of my rps has upset me so much I can hardly type and am having a hard time breathing. I will try again tomorrow. sorry guys. if you want to kick me out I understand. I fail epically on so many levels.
too upset/messed up to finish posts tonight
will try tomorrow
will try tomorrow
Heather - Road - Imogen
Heather looked to her side as Imogen appeared. She gave a humorless laugh and shook her head. "How do we keep getting into these situations Imogen?" she asked. "Us women kicking ass while the guys are off God knows where?"
The men reached them and the fight started. Heather was too concerned about staying to notice that they had company. Before any serious damage could be done the guys showed up.
"Thanks for coming," Heather said but her voice sounded muffled and slurred to her. What was wrong with her? She shook her head and nearly fell over. Her head felt light and heavy at the same time.
By the time DeSean was screaming for everyone to leave Heather was swaying where she stood. She prayed someone else was going to drive because she sure as hell couldn't. But of course that was not in the cards. So she manned up like the bitch that DeSean had called her and got into the drivers seat. It took several moments for her head to stop spinning enough to get the keys in the ignition and get going. She followed the others as best as she could, weaving and falling behind several times.
Now that she had time to think she knew what was going on : light-headedness, dizziness, the chills.. she had a fever. Damn it! They didn't have time for this!
She wasn't an idiot. She knew if she didn't get some treatment soon that it would just get worse. As a fever went up so did the probablility of hallucinations, black-outs, memory loss and eventually death. Her brain would fry like an egg.
But she drove on. There was no one else to do it, so she had to. She had to hold out and hold on.
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When they finally stopped and everyone started getting out of the car and talking about their next move, Heather stumbled towards them, the rain pelting her. The jacket had come loose from the knot she had tied and was open, leaving little to the imagination. Bruises, bites and scratches were visible on her skin from the attack.
"Guys?" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a long tunnel. "I think we have a prob..." she didn't get to finish as her eyes rolled back in her head and she went down.
Anyone who felt her head would feel the blazing heat of the fever that was getting worse by the moment.
Heather looked to her side as Imogen appeared. She gave a humorless laugh and shook her head. "How do we keep getting into these situations Imogen?" she asked. "Us women kicking ass while the guys are off God knows where?"
The men reached them and the fight started. Heather was too concerned about staying to notice that they had company. Before any serious damage could be done the guys showed up.
"Thanks for coming," Heather said but her voice sounded muffled and slurred to her. What was wrong with her? She shook her head and nearly fell over. Her head felt light and heavy at the same time.
By the time DeSean was screaming for everyone to leave Heather was swaying where she stood. She prayed someone else was going to drive because she sure as hell couldn't. But of course that was not in the cards. So she manned up like the bitch that DeSean had called her and got into the drivers seat. It took several moments for her head to stop spinning enough to get the keys in the ignition and get going. She followed the others as best as she could, weaving and falling behind several times.
Now that she had time to think she knew what was going on : light-headedness, dizziness, the chills.. she had a fever. Damn it! They didn't have time for this!
She wasn't an idiot. She knew if she didn't get some treatment soon that it would just get worse. As a fever went up so did the probablility of hallucinations, black-outs, memory loss and eventually death. Her brain would fry like an egg.
But she drove on. There was no one else to do it, so she had to. She had to hold out and hold on.
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When they finally stopped and everyone started getting out of the car and talking about their next move, Heather stumbled towards them, the rain pelting her. The jacket had come loose from the knot she had tied and was open, leaving little to the imagination. Bruises, bites and scratches were visible on her skin from the attack.
"Guys?" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a long tunnel. "I think we have a prob..." she didn't get to finish as her eyes rolled back in her head and she went down.
Anyone who felt her head would feel the blazing heat of the fever that was getting worse by the moment.
Maria - The Florence - Jasmine, others
Maria rolled her eyes at Isabel. "I'm here now mami," she replied, stomping past her and shouldering past Tony. She didn't even want to see the fucker right now. His face made her blood boil.
The girl entered the bar and brushed past Jasmine. "I'll be in the back," she said as she passed by, not giving the other girl the time to comment or protest.
She slammed the door to discourage anyone following her. Leaning back against it, her head thumped against the wood as she stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were half-lidded and her face was set in a scowl.
She remembered why Tony had pissed her off and why she had gotten so plastered the night before. And she wished she hadn't remembered.
"I'm going to ask her tomorrow Maria."
"Finally growing some balls eh gringo?"
"She's the best thing that ever happened to me Maria."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. Multiple times."
"Well can you blame me for being happy?"
"..."
It was after that that things had gotten... blurry. All she knew was that she had been drinking. A LOT. She didn't even remember when he had left and she had been alone with the bottle. Well, bottles.
Maria knew why she was so angry, and she was angry about the reason she was angry. It was pathetic. She had been giving him signs for how long? It wasn't her fault the idiota was clueless about anything that didn't envolve his precious nurse.
Eva. Eva. God how sick she was of hearing that name. She had only met the woman once and had immeditately disliked her. She told herself it was because the girl was too pretty, too sweet, too goody-two-shoes, but that was only to hide the real reason she didn't like her. The real reason that she was close to hating her. The girl didn't deserve it, she knew that, but feelings were feelings and couldn't be helped.
Pushing off of the door, she pulled out a cigarette and went out the back door. She had to make a call.
She lit the cigarette and waited until the other person picked up.
"Soy yo. Necesito un poco. Voy a pagar por adelantado y extra si lo consigues demasiado conmigo en una hora. Nos encontraremos en la parte posterior. No deje que Harry te vea. Yo no lo quiero en mi culo."
She hung up and blew out a ring of smoke. She would stay for an hour or two, claim she was sick and go home.
Then... she would forget...
Danielle - Tommie's - various people
Danielle worked hard at her job. It's what made her good to have around. She may not be the best, but she was the most determined. When she was concentrating on making a drink or tallying up a tab or looking over the books, her concentration was apparent on her face. She didn't want to give Thomas or anyone any reason to kick her ass to the curb.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Thomas. He had always been nice to her. And she wasn't really afraid of anyone at the bar. No one was going to hurt her with Thomas around and if he wasn't around the other members looked out for her.
No, she wasn't afraid of him in particular.
Danielle was wary of people in general. Life had taught her that no matter what people say or how they act they could change in an instant. No one was completely trustworthy. And if Thomas ever betrayed her in any way, Danielle already had a hidden go-bag with everything she needed to make another run for it : extra clothes, extra food, emergency blankets, glow sticks, packets of soap and toothpaste along with traval toothbrush and hair brush, a large knife and a smaller one, two id's with different names, emergency cash... she added to the bag all the time.
When she heard someone say they had problems Danielle looked up from her work in alarm, her eyes wide in question to Thomas. She was tensed up, ready to take off if the problems had anything to do with her.
Maria rolled her eyes at Isabel. "I'm here now mami," she replied, stomping past her and shouldering past Tony. She didn't even want to see the fucker right now. His face made her blood boil.
The girl entered the bar and brushed past Jasmine. "I'll be in the back," she said as she passed by, not giving the other girl the time to comment or protest.
She slammed the door to discourage anyone following her. Leaning back against it, her head thumped against the wood as she stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were half-lidded and her face was set in a scowl.
She remembered why Tony had pissed her off and why she had gotten so plastered the night before. And she wished she hadn't remembered.
"I'm going to ask her tomorrow Maria."
"Finally growing some balls eh gringo?"
"She's the best thing that ever happened to me Maria."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. Multiple times."
"Well can you blame me for being happy?"
"..."
It was after that that things had gotten... blurry. All she knew was that she had been drinking. A LOT. She didn't even remember when he had left and she had been alone with the bottle. Well, bottles.
Maria knew why she was so angry, and she was angry about the reason she was angry. It was pathetic. She had been giving him signs for how long? It wasn't her fault the idiota was clueless about anything that didn't envolve his precious nurse.
Eva. Eva. God how sick she was of hearing that name. She had only met the woman once and had immeditately disliked her. She told herself it was because the girl was too pretty, too sweet, too goody-two-shoes, but that was only to hide the real reason she didn't like her. The real reason that she was close to hating her. The girl didn't deserve it, she knew that, but feelings were feelings and couldn't be helped.
Pushing off of the door, she pulled out a cigarette and went out the back door. She had to make a call.
She lit the cigarette and waited until the other person picked up.
"Soy yo. Necesito un poco. Voy a pagar por adelantado y extra si lo consigues demasiado conmigo en una hora. Nos encontraremos en la parte posterior. No deje que Harry te vea. Yo no lo quiero en mi culo."
She hung up and blew out a ring of smoke. She would stay for an hour or two, claim she was sick and go home.
Then... she would forget...
Danielle - Tommie's - various people
Danielle worked hard at her job. It's what made her good to have around. She may not be the best, but she was the most determined. When she was concentrating on making a drink or tallying up a tab or looking over the books, her concentration was apparent on her face. She didn't want to give Thomas or anyone any reason to kick her ass to the curb.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Thomas. He had always been nice to her. And she wasn't really afraid of anyone at the bar. No one was going to hurt her with Thomas around and if he wasn't around the other members looked out for her.
No, she wasn't afraid of him in particular.
Danielle was wary of people in general. Life had taught her that no matter what people say or how they act they could change in an instant. No one was completely trustworthy. And if Thomas ever betrayed her in any way, Danielle already had a hidden go-bag with everything she needed to make another run for it : extra clothes, extra food, emergency blankets, glow sticks, packets of soap and toothpaste along with traval toothbrush and hair brush, a large knife and a smaller one, two id's with different names, emergency cash... she added to the bag all the time.
When she heard someone say they had problems Danielle looked up from her work in alarm, her eyes wide in question to Thomas. She was tensed up, ready to take off if the problems had anything to do with her.
thank you llama for explaining that :)
First IC post is up. I know it isn't much, but I swear my posts will be longer and more involved as characters interact.
First IC post is up. I know it isn't much, but I swear my posts will be longer and more involved as characters interact.
Crown City - after dark
The streets were nearly empty. All decent folk went inside after dark in Crown City. Decent folk being the operative words.
There were many very indecent folks that came out and wandered about after dark. Most, if not all, belonged to one of two gangs:
The Fallen Angels, a motorcycle gang of convicts led by an old but still highly dangerous man.
The Swindlers, a gang of thieves led by a young but smart man.
So far the two gangs have had no trouble with each other, staying out of each other's way mostly. But that could change at any time....
Maria - Apartment
She drew a drag on the cigarette in her hand and blew the smoke out. Rolling her head, she felt her neck crack. God what a hangover.
It was Tony's fault. If he hadn't pissed her off about...
What the hell had he pissed her off about again?
Was it bad that she couldn't remember?
Getting up, she threw on a pair of jeans and her black tank top. Crushing the cigarette, she stepped around the mess that was her apartment and grabbed her leather jacket while heading out the door.
It was already dark out. Shit. That meant she was late. That meant she was in for a lecture from either Harry or Isabel.
It was damn Tony's fault.
Coming up to the outside of the bar, The Florence, a car went by with some young college guys in it. They catcalled her and she snapped at them. "Pon las lenguas de vuelta en sus bocas pendejos!" she shouted, giving them the finger. "Tu madre es una puta!"
She was already starting with the Spanish. It was going to be a loooooong night.
Danielle - Tommie's
Danielle came running down the stairs, tying a small apron around her waist. It was opening time for the bar and that meant The Swindlers would be arriving soon.
The young girl, who claimed to be 19 but anyone smart knew differently, lived and worked above the bar so this place was like her home. Well, at least the best one she had ever had.
Ever vigilant and organized, Danielle went around making a list of everything. When she was working, every single peanut was accounted for. They didn't have a very wide menu, mostly drinks, but what they did have she kept track of and made well. She wasn't the best cook in world, but she could whip up some mean BLT's if called upon to do so. She had learned as she went about the various drinks and how to make them, but had never tried any herself. One because they didn't smell good to her and two because Thomas would turn her over his knee if he caught her drinking.
She had just finished setting up the clean glasses when the door opened.
The streets were nearly empty. All decent folk went inside after dark in Crown City. Decent folk being the operative words.
There were many very indecent folks that came out and wandered about after dark. Most, if not all, belonged to one of two gangs:
The Fallen Angels, a motorcycle gang of convicts led by an old but still highly dangerous man.
The Swindlers, a gang of thieves led by a young but smart man.
So far the two gangs have had no trouble with each other, staying out of each other's way mostly. But that could change at any time....
Maria - Apartment
She drew a drag on the cigarette in her hand and blew the smoke out. Rolling her head, she felt her neck crack. God what a hangover.
It was Tony's fault. If he hadn't pissed her off about...
What the hell had he pissed her off about again?
Was it bad that she couldn't remember?
Getting up, she threw on a pair of jeans and her black tank top. Crushing the cigarette, she stepped around the mess that was her apartment and grabbed her leather jacket while heading out the door.
It was already dark out. Shit. That meant she was late. That meant she was in for a lecture from either Harry or Isabel.
It was damn Tony's fault.
Coming up to the outside of the bar, The Florence, a car went by with some young college guys in it. They catcalled her and she snapped at them. "Pon las lenguas de vuelta en sus bocas pendejos!" she shouted, giving them the finger. "Tu madre es una puta!"
She was already starting with the Spanish. It was going to be a loooooong night.
Danielle - Tommie's
Danielle came running down the stairs, tying a small apron around her waist. It was opening time for the bar and that meant The Swindlers would be arriving soon.
The young girl, who claimed to be 19 but anyone smart knew differently, lived and worked above the bar so this place was like her home. Well, at least the best one she had ever had.
Ever vigilant and organized, Danielle went around making a list of everything. When she was working, every single peanut was accounted for. They didn't have a very wide menu, mostly drinks, but what they did have she kept track of and made well. She wasn't the best cook in world, but she could whip up some mean BLT's if called upon to do so. She had learned as she went about the various drinks and how to make them, but had never tried any herself. One because they didn't smell good to her and two because Thomas would turn her over his knee if he caught her drinking.
She had just finished setting up the clean glasses when the door opened.
Okay guys I am finally back and have added my characters to the 2nd post on the first page
getting to work on the IC now
getting to work on the IC now
Sorry Damp. I really liked your pos. Aaliyah will be a good friend for Heather while she deals with what happened and Heather will need her for what I have planned.
Heather - Road - 'He left us'
Heather stood there, mouth open, as DeSean shoved her aside and walked away.
He left them.
She watched as he disappeared into the rain.
He left them.
If Seth or Jennifer tried to speak to her she didn't hear them. Her entire body was soaked to the bone, even through Floyd's jacket. She started to shiver. It was so cold...
It was so cold...
"He left us..." she murmured.
In the midst of cannibals and walkers and God knew what else out there, he had left them alone, with no protection.
Part of her wanted to sink down to the ground, to wallow in her own fear and misery, to give up.
But that was not Heather. That was not the kind of person she was. DeSean was right, she was a bitch. A bitch who knew how to deal, to push aside whatever was happening and do what needed to be done.
With that, she snapped out of the shock she was in. She grabbed the ends of the jacket and tied them around her midrif. She went back to one of the cars and opened the glove compartment, grabbing a rubber band to tie back her hair.
"Seth!" she shouted and pulled out the two guns and little ammo that DeSean had left them. "If DeSean's not going to man up, then I will," she said and handed a gun to him. "Take this to Jennifer. Tell her to stay in the car, no matter what. She is our last line of defense. Tell her about the cannibals, about what you saw. About everything you saw. Make sure she knows that there may be more out there, as well as walkers. And you, I want you to be my eyes. Get on top of one of the cars and keep a look out as far as you can. I will stay out here with the other gun."
Giving him half the ammo and keeping the other half for herself, she loaded the gun and peered out into the rain, trying to distinguish forms. They could see some walkers moving about slowly, but they never came close to the cars. The sound of the rain must mess with their senses was all that Heather could figure. Maybe they would make it after all.
As they watched Heather tried to keep from thinking about what had happened, with the cannibals, with Hank and with DeSean. The cold bastard didn't even care about what had happened to her. If it didn't happen to himself, Jennifer or Hank he didn't give a damn. He had his little world all built and no one else was allowed in it. Not Seth, not Floyd and sure as hell not her.
She told herself she didn't care but it still hurt. To have someone dismiss something that was so devestating to you. Just thinking about what might have happened to her, to Hank. It was enough to make her want to scream or punch something. Preferably DeSean.
She was brought from that happy thought by what looked like people walking through the rain. Heather squinted, trying to make out what they were. Was it Hank? Floyd? DeSean deciding to come back and protect them? Or was it walkers?
Her eyes widened and her blood turned to ice.
"Jennifer!" she shouted. "Lock the doors! Keep them locked! Seth! Lay flat on top of the car! Those aren't walkers!"
She cocked the gun and aimed, ready to fire at the three men coming towards them with what looked like baseball bats and crowbars. As they suddenly started to run towards them Heather fired, the sound echoing through the rain.
Heather stood there, mouth open, as DeSean shoved her aside and walked away.
He left them.
She watched as he disappeared into the rain.
He left them.
If Seth or Jennifer tried to speak to her she didn't hear them. Her entire body was soaked to the bone, even through Floyd's jacket. She started to shiver. It was so cold...
It was so cold...
"He left us..." she murmured.
In the midst of cannibals and walkers and God knew what else out there, he had left them alone, with no protection.
Part of her wanted to sink down to the ground, to wallow in her own fear and misery, to give up.
But that was not Heather. That was not the kind of person she was. DeSean was right, she was a bitch. A bitch who knew how to deal, to push aside whatever was happening and do what needed to be done.
With that, she snapped out of the shock she was in. She grabbed the ends of the jacket and tied them around her midrif. She went back to one of the cars and opened the glove compartment, grabbing a rubber band to tie back her hair.
"Seth!" she shouted and pulled out the two guns and little ammo that DeSean had left them. "If DeSean's not going to man up, then I will," she said and handed a gun to him. "Take this to Jennifer. Tell her to stay in the car, no matter what. She is our last line of defense. Tell her about the cannibals, about what you saw. About everything you saw. Make sure she knows that there may be more out there, as well as walkers. And you, I want you to be my eyes. Get on top of one of the cars and keep a look out as far as you can. I will stay out here with the other gun."
Giving him half the ammo and keeping the other half for herself, she loaded the gun and peered out into the rain, trying to distinguish forms. They could see some walkers moving about slowly, but they never came close to the cars. The sound of the rain must mess with their senses was all that Heather could figure. Maybe they would make it after all.
As they watched Heather tried to keep from thinking about what had happened, with the cannibals, with Hank and with DeSean. The cold bastard didn't even care about what had happened to her. If it didn't happen to himself, Jennifer or Hank he didn't give a damn. He had his little world all built and no one else was allowed in it. Not Seth, not Floyd and sure as hell not her.
She told herself she didn't care but it still hurt. To have someone dismiss something that was so devestating to you. Just thinking about what might have happened to her, to Hank. It was enough to make her want to scream or punch something. Preferably DeSean.
She was brought from that happy thought by what looked like people walking through the rain. Heather squinted, trying to make out what they were. Was it Hank? Floyd? DeSean deciding to come back and protect them? Or was it walkers?
Her eyes widened and her blood turned to ice.
"Jennifer!" she shouted. "Lock the doors! Keep them locked! Seth! Lay flat on top of the car! Those aren't walkers!"
She cocked the gun and aimed, ready to fire at the three men coming towards them with what looked like baseball bats and crowbars. As they suddenly started to run towards them Heather fired, the sound echoing through the rain.
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