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I was under the impression that we're posting in a certain order lol or I would post more

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Okay, so I made a post as Ashe. I'm thinking I'll bring Hunter in next post or the post after... It's a bit too confusing right now with all the sudden joining for yet another one so soon, I think.

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Ashe

Oh. Whoops. I was being weird... great. As Aimee came over I listened to her introduce herself and then grabbed her hand and shook it. Sweat isn't exactly a big deal and besides, I'm already wet.

"I knew what your name was earlier. Not sure why you stopped talking back then. I was trying to grow some cool blue fruit, they tasted awesome," I murmured, and then turned to Dwyer with dismay written all over my face. "Oh, no, really? I thought this was your place... but then again..."

I sigh and glance over at the new guy. "Hey. I'm Ashe," I call over perfunctorily, and then check my pockets for more seeds and... oh! Luckily, there still are some.

I head closer to Dwy and stuck with him since Aimee seemed to think it was smarter. Alec comes by after having what seemed like a mini-freak-out session, not sure why, and asks Dwy how long they'd been here, and when I hear him say two years, I tap his shoulder lightly. "Does that mean you've had time to build an awesome treehouse or something?" I ask excitedly. I love treehouses. There are so many people, though, that I'm having trouble focusing. So I try to ignore everyone else and focus on one to two people at a time, and once I get my answer from Dwy I start edging towards the trees. I like plants better than people most of the time and-- well, while she isn't too bad or anything, Aimee is a little... strong? Too hyper? Too much like I was when I was younger? I don't know. I don't have a problem with her, but I can tell it'll take me a little while to adjust to several new people, a hyper girl, and all the social stuff on top of what feels like the beginning of withdrawals. I'm not exactly happy to have been using them, but I can feel the urge to take something, anything, to help push away the problem of other people. That is enough to convince me for certain that I'm not dreaming or on a bad... errr, good, I suppose, trip.

It's definitely unpleasant already, feeling the craving, and the craving was distracting me, making me feel slightly irritable. Oh well... it isn't so bad yet, and won't be for a while. But the idea of facing it down as the withdrawals get worse is dreadful.

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Thinking of doing another CS.

Edit: YEP. Here goes.

Name: "Call me Hunter. No, I don't know how to use bows or arrows. Yes, I have a dagger. Does it matter?"

Age: "I don't know. You might as well pretend I don't have an age." He's 20, not that you'd know it looking at him.

Gender: "I... think... I'm still a guy. Unless this place has changed that, too.... No, I still have my parts. S'all good."

Sexuality: "Why, are you interested?" He isn't fully sure on this one, either. He hasn't made up his mind. He doesn't really see it as a priority, and most people smother him anyway.

Hair Colour: "Color me gothic TM just released their newest hair color: Natural jet black. Do you need me to state the obvious with everything here?"

Eye Colour: "I wear reflective glasses for a reason. I don't want you to know." His eye color is a kind of chocolate brown with flecks of gold and caramel and some small flecks of green scattered in there as well.

General Appearance: "Aside from wearing the glasses, I've cargo shorts and a green camo t-shirt on, as well as hiking boots. I have a walking staff, kind of like what you'd expect Gandalf or something to have. It's all knobbly and white, made from birch wood, at least on the outside. It has a metal core so it won't break as easy. Custom made. My hair's usually... whatever. It's jaw length in the front and the rest is gradually shorter the further back it gets. Not girly though. I haven't seen myself in ages, so I don't know about that either."

He won't tell anyone, but his left eye is gone, the eyelid scarred shut over the empty socket. The glasses hide it.

Personality: "Why are you asking so many questions? How about I ask you some questions? What's your personality like?"

He's a bit sarcastic, if you couldn't guess. He dislikes overly friendly or curious people; he dislikes any extremes, really. He has a slight obsession with counting. He's very good at it, and he counts all the time. Always has a number in his head. Aside from being sarcastic and slightly preoccupied, he's rather abrasive, because he wants people to leave him alone. He grew up crowded in, and while he thinks people are okay, he never feels like he has enough breathing room when there are people around. He'd be happy if he was alone, but of course he can't be alone here without being in danger.

History: "Fuck if I'm telling you."

[coming soon]

Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them?: "What group?" Yeah, he's going to meet up with them.

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Wind Wild said
Ah-ahahahah. Yeah, sorry, couldn't help but let Jace act like a total mental ass. XD;; It doesn't happen so often though, I think... I hope...Ashe, I was going with her description in her CS... Maybe I misunderstood it but it says "her clothing is usually a little ripped up and her knees are almost always skinned as she's a little clumsy. She's often got light scratches and bruises." Should I change it?Yeah, as you can see Lacie's not sure what to make of Alec. xD And I bet he'll do a great job at convincing her that he's not a weirdo. Sol, my policy is, if you feel inspired - write cuz you don't know when the next time will be. XD

Whoa. I did a total brainfart there. Yeah, I meant ripped in the knees, but I didn't connect that, I thought you meant ripped all over. xD Sorry. No editing needed, just a misunderstanding. :)

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When Aimee showed up at the stream, I listened to her start to say her name, but she cut herself off and I wondered why.

When we got back to the clearing, I laughed at Lacie's introduction. "You think that's as bad as it gets? That'd be great!"

I turned to glance around the clearing with interest, watching the guy in the trench coat bag a bird, and then get into a fighting stance as someone else came into the clearing, looking like they just ran a race with death. I headed over and crouched to extend a hand to him, grinning. "It's okay. C'mon." I helped him up-- or not, if he decided to get up on his own-- and turned to stare at the guy with the crossbow.

"No shooting people," I warn him mildly, wincing as my voice gets a little bit nasal as it often does, before heading to the middle of the clearing and thinking. It would be really cool to grow a big strong oak tree in the middle. Maybe there are fast-growing plants here. I should check out how the fauna works, try farming the stuff that's edible... see how long it takes to grow. It seems like the group was having a mite of trouble getting enough meat for everyone considering that they were satisfied with one bird for-- the four of us from the stream, Lacie, the two guys here... and the other guy, that makes seven, right? No, eight, whoops, and I guess a farm could really help out, so I head off to get a big stick and head near the food stash. I judge the distance between that and where I want to plant stuff to be around five feet, and then I move closer to the middle of the clearing by another two feet so it won't be right next to the trees where anything could eat the roots and stuff. Then I start digging and stuff with the stick, making little rows of holes big enough for seeds, and stick my hand in my pocket, pulling out the seeds from the fruits I'd managed to eat earlier without puking it back up. I'd had this idea earlier, but with nowhere to settle down, I'd decided to just... well... not do it yet. I don't notice just how much I'm zoning out and focusing on what I'm doing.

I planted the seeds and buried them lightly in dirt and then drew a big rectangle around where they were planted, snapping the stick into four pieces and sticking them in each corner of the rectangle. Then I wrung some water out of my shirt onto them, and moved on to try to squeeze more water out of my clothes onto the seed's places. If they grew at a decent rate, we'd have food soon, and if they didn't grow fast enough in case we had to move, at least then I'd know how long it'd take for next time. Then I realized I'd look really dumb if this wasn't their actual camp... come to think of it, it didn't really seem like a camp. Well, shit. Too late now.

Then I got this feeling that people might be staring at me and glanced around in a brief instance of paranoia. Hope I haven't been behaving inappropriately for the situation... again. I do it too often. I get kind of an ESP kind of sense that I'm being weird sometimes. Most of the time it's right.

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Lol, silly. Ashe's clothes aren't ripped. She's only been there three days, now, and although she's soggy from taking a spill in the stream, she's actually managed to avoid ripping them. She's wearing a black leather jacket (a light, thin one, as far as they go) over a chocolate brown shirt and dark jeggings by the way. Plus a pair of ratty old black sneakers.

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At first, I thought maybe I'm dreaming this place, but as the days passed and night fell and left again, I realized that it wasn't a dream. It was too vivid. It took me ages of trying, but I couldn't wake up, or sleep, either. As I watched the sun come up on the second day, I figured maybe I overdosed, which is unlikely, but the best thing I can come up with. Or maybe I just... let go.

Whatever the case, I feel my stomach rumbling, and I wander for a while, just... moving. I see movement in a bush, and for a second I think I see an antlered person, but I rub at my eyes in disbelief and it isn't there when I look again.

I head in a random direction and find a stream. I kneel and drink eagerly; I've been pretty thirsty lately, enough so to ignore the potential danger of drinking water that isn't, well, normal. It's been three days since I woke up here. I haven't seen anyone or anything else, and it's starting to get to me. I wish I could at least find an animal. I'd have more fun talking to one of them.

At long last I find a sizable tree on the banks of the stream and scale it, climbing it despite the smoothness of its bark. I sit there for a while on the first branch I could haul myself onto, mostly hidden (I think) by the leaves, and talk to the tree in a hushed whisper. I'm not sure why I'm keeping my voice down, but... something tells me I should.

Eventually, when I peek down out through the branches, I see a boy at the stream, and there's another one talking to him, asking if he's real. I lean over a little more, curious, and listen to their conversation. I lean over a little more when the conversation trails off, only to hear a heart-stopping crack echo in the air. I feel a moment of weightlessness before I crash into the stream and find myself underwater and forgetting how to breathe. I manage to pull myself up before I drown, and proceed to hack and cough wetly, unaware of anything around me until I can breathe properly and rub at my eyes to stop them from getting full of water if I open them-- an irrational worry, I know, since they probably wouldn't get full of water, but this stuff isn't normal water, even if it's safe enough to drink, and I'd hate to chance it. Still, I'm glad I fell in the water-- I'd rather a dunking and cold slogging around than potentially broken bones.

I wanted to say something, but I ended up just focusing on getting up out of the water and trying to wring the water out of my hair and clothes as best I can. I'm too shy to mention anything else... or at least, that's kind of the problem. I'd rather just talk to them from behind a screen, but it seems like those days are over.

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Name: Ashe (Pronounced Ash)

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual, but panoromantic (Has purely romantic relationships and would be okay with having them with anyone irregardless of gender, is asexual and actually has a fear of sexual interaction)

Hair Color: Black at the roots, with a gradient to silver in the middle, with blue-purple tips)

Eye Color: Icy blue with grey flecks

General Appearance: Her hair is approximately jaw-length and almost always somehow manages to appear disheveled. Her brows are a little thick without being bushy and match her roots (black); her cheekbones are high and her jaw is sharp. Her face is heart-shaped, and her hair is parted to the left, if it's tidy enough to even have a part. Most of the time it's just all over the place. She has a light dusting of freckles across her nose and she has a pair of black-rimmed glasses that are roughly rectangle-turned-oval in shape. The frames of her glasses are a bit thick. She's got a gap between her front teeth, although it's small; her clothing is usually a little ripped up and her knees are almost always skinned as she's a little clumsy. She's often got light scratches and bruises.

Personality: She's a little clumsy in speech as well as actions, but while she blunders along, she honestly means well, and hardly ever lies. She can't do things as well as she'd like to-- she's not very fit, and has a little more weight than she needs. She's not chubby in the face, but her tummy is a little big, and people would probably laugh at her for it. She runs pretty fast and can walk for ages, but despite the exercise, she doesn't usually lose much weight because she eats a lot, and is addicted to /tasting/ food. She looks a bit awkward, and is a bit awkward, just like she's a little clumsy. She doesn't seem to be aware of the finer nuances of social interactions, and it shows, because she often gets distracted and talks to trees or animals if left alone, rather than people. Incidentally, she's great with languages, and she often learns more of them whenever she can, and she loves reading things in other languages and trying to come up with and decipher code languages. She's a bit of a bookworm.

History: Ashe Mason was raised in the country, and was an only child. She played by herself in the trees and bushes a lot, and due to her being alone all the time, it meant she had poor social skills, as she was also home-schooled until the age of fifteen. When she was in high school she tried to date a nice guy, but he ended up forcing her to engage in... intimate... scenarios far before she was ready to. She quickly gained a fear of sex, but she still wanted companionship. She dated a lot of people in short-term relationships, which usually ended fast because she wasn't up for trying anything past kissing and holding people. Eventually she got into light drug use, and started writing her own books and comics, which weren't actually that good and never got any good feedback. Soon, she ended up retreating into her little library of a bedroom, and then one day, as she wanted to disappear the most, she... did.

Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them?

She's going to meet the group. She's been in the world for a little while, maybe a week or two, but she hasn't found them. Now she will.

I'll draw her whenever I get the chance. :)

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I'm in. Heya, Shi.