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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaI think the confusion is mutual. I just realized that I wasn't using American floors >.< I should have written he would be sleeping on the ground floor, sorry. How would you like me to edit it?

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I'll have a post up by today, just need some time to not do anything particular

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

I'm still here by the way, I won't leave until it's over :)

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Indeed, which just really sucks. But while that sometimes happen and cannot be change, I guess ensuring their dedication to roleplaying in the long-term is really important from the very beginning, like you two and @Fish of Oblivion. So let us try our best if we can for now :) I won't take any drastic actions without you guys.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Newnan Hospital

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The light shining in through various broken windows, worn down walls and doors made it possible for Alexander to better see how the hospital looked like. The inpending darkness the night before had given the building an impression of simple emptiness and decay. Now it was little more than a ruin in-making, fragments of past civilization torn to pieces and leaving Alexander the familiar feeling of a whole dying. Light was supposed to make one happy, he thought, but now it merely showed the world for it truly was. A rotting corpse, in several ways.

At least the stairs leading down from his previous sleeping spot wasn't about to crack under his weight, so perhaps the world still have a spine? Just a very rotten carcas wrapped roughly around it. Alexander wondered if this had actually been the way he had gone up now that the light showed more and more details gone unseen before. The painted words on several doors caught his attention the most; the dates were from the year before and further back, at least those that he saw for the moment. The questions from before came back, for where were those people now? The questions lingered while he entered the lower floor.

It didn't take long for Alexander to end up in a familiar room, the lobby. It was just as desolute as he had left it, save from the clearer visilibity thanks to the light. Alexander walked to the front doors and peaked through them, trying to get a better look outside. For the first time in the longest, one might recongize a smile on the old man's face; the snow was melting. But still no sight of any survivors, though they could still be in hiding for all he knew, or never been there at all. With the smile melting away with the nagging feeling of continued isolation, he turned away from the door and looked around again. The lobby was stripped of anything useful, unless you thought a trashed piano as something of importance. When he thought about it, the whole hospital was probably empty of anything of use, just like the rooms he'd searched before.

Alexander stood there for a few moments, his gaze shifting from the lobby to the door, then back again to the room surrounding him. The survivors probably weren't out there now, but why should he stay in the hospital any longer? There probably weren't anything more there to see, but then what? The old man's eye finally landed on the doors; regardless if they weren't there, he had to look for them. Alexander took a deep breath before he slowly exited through the front entrance.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdI can't be mad at you really, I understand that school took over more than expected. It's good to have you back!

Like RBY said, not really. We're wondering whether or not we should just push ahead with this RP, or restart it in some format or another. I'd prefer the first, but the latter is an open option :/

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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It was a true miracle that Haakon didn't storm right into the proud chest of the Lord-Mayor, with his attention focused on finding a suitable exit and all; another miracle was the lack of outbursts of anger and annoyance that would surely have spewed out of his mouth, hadn't it been for the suddeness of it all. Nothing else but short, stocky beginnings of sentences made their way from his tounge, only to be cut off swiftly and joyfully by the Lord-Major.

Before he realised it, he had been agreed for to meet the Lord-Mayor after breakfast. It took the time between him being recommended the tea and Haakon witnessing the Lord-Mayor sitting down amongst his previous company, that the full magnitude of the situation began to sink in. Trifle of a matter? The nature of the Old Guard had been most pleasent, though Haakon thought the matter was anything but pleasent itself. The fact that the Lord-Mayor had spoken to him about a matter, led him to believe that it involved his writings; why else speak to him personally and, to be frank, give Haakon an appointment he couldn't refuse? The fact that he had an armed soldier following him was little comfort to the Norwegian journalist.

Haakon walked in silence towards the breakfast-counters once again, no longer seeking the comfort of the outside. The armed soldier behind him made sure of that, for he would surely be reminded that they'd prefer him inside those four walls. He took the pot of tea, filled a cup with its content, and silently took a sip of it. He'd be damned, but the Lord-Major had been right. It was good.

"...Hvile kan man gjøre i graven..." A muttered to himself, before walking back to the table with his previous company. With Miss Tarek gone, Haakon felt more comfortable in their presence, even if he was wondering what he was going to do with the Lord-Mayor afterwards. He sat down just as he heard Josephine thank Keystone for his hospitality, even if it was a reluctant one. "I'd like to second that motion of gratitude, Lord-Mayor, even if these walls cannot hinder nightmares of Biblical propotions. It would seem that yesterday's events were more tiring than expected."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Newnan Hospital

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Call it 'getting older', 'feeling it in your bones' or whatever floated you goat, Alexander had grown a healthy - or unhealthy habit, depending on who you asked - of waking up early in the morning as of later years. He would wake up to find himself reasonably awake, and not being able to go back to sleep, and so he preferred to just wake up and go about his business. That morning was different.

The old man woke up from his slumber like usual, the process helped by the notion of something falling onto his head. His eyes remained closer for a moment, as he felt whatever fell on him follow a certain rythm. It was something wet. Opening his eyes at least, he saw through his blurry vision what was going on; the roof was leaking. Alexander gave off an irritated sigh as he shuffled out of the corner he slept in during the night, over to somewhere dry. The sounds of the creaking building was the only audible thing he heard that was of concern to him, but the ol' veteran shut his eyes again, still cluthing to that pistol as he just tried to rest.

Where the dripping had failed to awaken Alexander's senses, the gunshot surely did its job. Before he knew it, Alexander was up on his feet and head held low, his pistol held in front of him ready to take on whoever was shooting at him. For they had to be after him, right? But for all the effort he put into sensing his surroundings, the aftermath of the lone gunshot was as oblivious to Alexander's existence. The shot wasn't meant for him it would seem. But then, who? Alexander looked out of the window, looking for any sign of the gunman outside of the hospital. Nothing. He wasn't really sure what to expect; any sign of human activity was better than the complete isolation he had been forced into as of lately, though he didn't know if it was friend or foe. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that he wasn't alone. Somewhere out there, there were still people. Living people, not like Them. But where?

That question he pondered on as he removed the rubble in front of the door and quietly went out into the hallway. He headed towards the stairs and the second floor. He needed a better view of the outside.

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

@Lady Amalthea Not really trying to get him killed, I'm just being horribly bad at trying to show him of as a better character "^^

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I shall have a post up later today, just need to get my ass back home from Gdansk first!

And I'll join the club of "What the F did just happen?!" Not that I knew them really, but damn...