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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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In Just Us 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I can make something for our town, just tell me the general idea/location. Along with the financial/fluff of our family if you guys want.


That would be great! I'd also be happy to help if you'd like.
Yeah, I know. It was my intent to fill it out, I just needed some information that wasn't clarified in the first post.
Linus Teague-Winslet



Location - Sky Lakes Medical Center
Interacting with: Nobody really, but anyone at the hospital (@BlackPanther @Caits @Vicier) can interact with him


A pair of large, light brown eyes scanned the pristine halls of the medical center as their owner, a boy who looked no more than 10 years old, walked down the corridors with his head held high and a bemused expression on his lightly freckled face. What was a kid doing here all alone? Probably visiting a dying relative or something. The staff at the front desk hadn't even noticed him walking in.

Fact was, the innocent looking blond boy had been stealing surgical tools from the operating room. Who couldn't use a good scalpel or three? Besides, if he didn't end up needing them, he could hawk them for money. The kid didn't really need money, seeing as he stole everything anyway, but he often gave what little money he came across to those who needed it more than he did.

Right now, he was mostly just looking to get out quickly before anyone noticed the supplies were missing, when he heard some commotion at the entrance to the ER. A couple of bloodied teenagers were hurried into the hospital on stretchers. Linus didn't mind the sight of blood, so he stood back and examined them for a while. They looked like they'd been attacked by some sort of animal. Strange, he thought. Animal attacks seemed to be getting pretty common these days, and he didn't even frequent the hospital much. He knew the city was rife with werewolves and other nefarious creatures, but for whatever reason it looked to him that their most recent victims was a bunch of conventionally attractive teenagers. There were a lot of those in this town, that's for sure...

"Hey, kid. You shouldn't be here unattended..."
The voice of a tall, gruff looking security guard caught Linus's attention. This wasn't good. If they found out that he'd come here alone, he'd be caught in no time. Linus stammered out "I-I have t-t-to leave...", his distinctive Scottish accent making the guard do a double-take. The guard fiddled with the syringe full of tranquilizers at his belt, looking the blond kid over carefully. "Wait a second. Ain't the orphanage looking for you, little boy?"


Thanks so much! I'm a little busy with something else right now, but I'm almost done and then I'll get right on my entrance for this one.
I write fast, so I should probably be done in less than 2 hours.
Ciel



Location - Back of the truck, heading towards Newnan



Ciel was barely conscious when he heard Marx's ear-splitting scream. No doubt about it now, something had gone wrong. Likely they'd been found by walkers or raiders or even wild animals. He made one last futile attempt to sit up, weakly shifting his arm and trying to prop himself up on his elbow, but an intense wave of nausea hit him and he fell back, his small fragile frame going limp. His breathing slowed a bit, but remained shallow and labored, as if he weren't taking in enough air with each breath.

Perhaps if Ciel had been older, more experienced, or at least had gone through a real tragedy or two, his unconscious delusions might be interesting to remark on. But alas, the kid had been raised upper class and spent the majority of his childhood alone and friendless. He didn't even really know what a ghetto was. Though he was an orphan, had been alone and starving for the better part of the last three years, and had even cannibalized a person at one point, none of that had really traumatized the kid. Strange how the ones you'd think would be affected most by these cataclysmic times are often actually the most stoic.

So naturally, the dreams that swam through his unconscious mind were little more than garbled nonsense. Scenes from the recent past mixed in with some of his earliest memories, faces and voices distorted in a way he couldn't quite place. Even in his dreams he felt sick, his unconsciousness offering no comfort. It felt much more like an acid trip than actual unconsciousness, as if on some level he hadn't realized that he was no longer awake. Even the stranger imagery that plagued his head, like feeling insects burrowing into his flesh as if he were a decomposing corpse and watching people melt away into gory puddles, failed to alert him that this was all in his head.

From the outside, he could easily be mistaken for dead. His breathing was so weak it was hard to notice, and he lay cold and limp in the back of the truck and failed to react to the rampant mayhem that raged on like wildfire, totally unaware that two women had died in his last few moments of consciousness. A few locks of his hair had fallen away from his face when he fell back, revealing that his face held a vacant expression, his wide blue eyes only three-quarters closed. He appeared... helpless was the best word to come to mind, though Ciel would have loathed to be called such a thing. If he ever woke up at all, it didn't look like it was going to be soon.
So, @Vicier, what's the verdict on the acceptability of my character sheet?
@Lady Amalthea @Sigil @Lady Luck

Seeing as my character is now passed out in the back of the truck, does anyone know what the rules are regarding unconsciousness? Like, who decides when a character wakes up?
Cool.
That was what I was pretty much expecting to hear, but the wording of that rule was a bit odd so I wanted to make sure.
Expect a CS from me soon.
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