Unknown - Hank's Group Home
Two sudden shadows appeared running through the night infested streets. The beings wore all black to camouflage even better from anyone and everyone in the area. But they weren't walkers, they were definitely human - revealed by their quick movements and hand-signal communication. The two 'figures' as we will call them, rushed behind some nearby bushes, staring at the house that was just inherited by Hank's group. The figures begun to spoke, but their words unknown by any. From inside the sleeping quiet house, one could not hear anything but silence. Floyd was on night duty, but not even his keen eyes could see in this eternal darkness.
The figures - crouched and alarm - took a quick sprint towards the group's vehicles, hiding behind them from the window's of the home. Floyd sat there beside the kitchen, peaking through one of the home's windows which was covered by a long drape. The red-neck could see nothing but black, black and possibly.........more black. But honestly, from where he lay, he could see the vehicles clearly, but nothing farther than that. It was a very dark night, no stars, and the moon seemed to be absent their area - which was strange.
Anyhow, these figures didn't show up to make friends, instead to cause mayhem. One of them suddenly pulled out a sharp pocket knife, quickly getting it ready to do something. All of a sudden, you see him start digging into the SUV's front tire, scratching at it, then stabbing straight into it. It created an opening, but if taking out would cause a hissing noise. Therefore, the figure left it there, and took out yet another knife from his other pocket. He remained hidden and did the same thing to the back wheel, slowly letting the air own and causing it to flatten. The second figure also followed the same actions and attacked the pick-up truck, same maneuver, same effect. Once they finished, they waved to each other and headed off just the way they came from, but didn't realize to crouch on their way out. At that point, Floyd saw something, but couldn't make out what it was. He took the rifle next to him and peaked out the window with caution, trying to see what was out there, but couldn't.
All he really saw was something move, but couldn't even tell if it was a walker. If it had been it was gone, but something wasn't right. The flash or whatever it was moved far too quick. Maybe an animal or bird of some kind. Despite his wonder, he wasn't about to head out in the middle of the night to check alone without letting anyone know. Instead, he went upstairs to where Imogen had fallen asleep and stood in the door frame to the room. "Hey!" he whispered silently, not trying to wake anyone up but her. Once he got her attention, he made sure he could come in, not trying to make her uncomfortable. "Sumthin's out there. Ima go check, so keep an eye out" he told her, then starting back towards the stairs. Everyone else was asleep. Imogen was going to be the next one to be on lookout anyway, so he woke her up instead of DeSean or Hank.
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Rinnee said
Sorry to see you go, good luck with things, Obito!Also, just wanted to say that I'm really sorry about my delay, and I'm still really interested in this plot. I'm just about finished with my post, so I should have that up within the next hour or so.
Yeah, no worries homie, take ur time :)
Jonathan Teller - Methodist Emergency Center
"Turn it off Robert, you don't know what you're doing, this is a mistake. You've got your wife up there. Victoria's here too, what about her? You can't do this to her. Turn the lights off or they'll find us. We've stayed hidden for months now, please, I beg you.........please Robert!" Jonathan pleaded, not wanting to put his hands on the man. Robert held onto the hospital's power lever, keeping it upward even though the lights were already turned on. He held onto it as though if he let it go, the lights would come back off. "Robert, please just............just step aside, let me get the lights" John stated, walking up to the old man, who immediately rose his cane pointing it at John.
Jonathan rose his hands up, backing away slightly. "Robert. Those things will show up if they see the light. They'll murder us! Your wife, me and Veronica. We have built something here, were surviving. Please, just turn the lever down. We can go back to your room and continue to celebrate your anniversary. Please Robert. Please" he whispered, trying his best to convince the older man. John could feel tears building in his eyes. Not only from the fear of death that was most likely coming towards them, but the fear of failing the people he's lived with for so long - the ones he swore to protect. And just as needed, Robert tugged the lever downward, having the lights turn off one by one. John sighed and breathed heavily, putting his hands on his knees and looking towards the ground. Then he turned his head up to Robert, who had begun to tear up as well.
He knew that what he had just done was wrong. "My.....My wife......She can't take it anymore John" the old man started, his words breaking as he spoke. "She's not fully there anymore son. She just wants to go" he continued, laying his back on the wall and holding himself up with his cane. Then as everything seemed to calm down, hell broke loose. A loud scream came from down the halls, where Mrs. Oswald was. Jonathan turned towards the scream, then turned to Robert. "Stay here!" he commanded, rushing back through the hallways at full speed. He accidentally tripped once, but got back up and started rushing again. Just as the turned to where Mrs. Oswald was supposed to be, he locked himself in place and froze. His eyes widened again and his lips shivered as the scream continued. "Good lord...." he said to himself, quickly taking his pistol and starting to shoot.
Mrs. Oswald had opened the front door and allowed some walkers to come inside. There were about three, munching through her flesh and tearing at her stomach. The woman was feeling all this pain, her scream shrieking like an animal in pain. Robert could hear the shots from afar and knew exactly what was happening. The old man broke down, falling onto the ground and began to cry. His shriveled cheeks quivered instantaneously as he stared at his wedding ring. Fifty something years together the two had, and now it was done - on the day they were meant to celebrate it. But it was what Mrs. Oswald wanted.
"NOOO!!!" Jonathan yelled out, shooting at the darn creatures. "Stop!" he called out as though they were listening. He shot two, forcing them motionless while the other turned its head to John. The man looked at Mrs. Oswald broken and torn body. A large puddle of blood underneath her, her face no longer noticeable - he couldn't even tell it was her anymore. He sniffed as tears ran down his cheeks, pointing the gun at the walker's head as it made its way towards him. Then he shot, the loud thud of a body echoing through the hospital as all sound came to an end.
Johnathan then just stood there, hands by his side and still staring. His mouth was open and his eyes droopy. Six months.........six months he's been with these people and it just ended in seconds. This woman chose to die, and like that, did. Just by turning on some lights and opening up a door, the woman's life completely vanished from the earth. Jonathan couldn't believe how precious life was now, and exactly how easy it could be taken. Society was gone, and so was the will to survive it seemed. His attempts, the hard struggle to keep this couple alive and just like that one of them was dead. Jonathan slowly walked towards the door and closed it again, locking it as he watched the darkness outside.
He put his head on the door and stared at the ground, sobbing at this point. His whole body trembled in grief. He didn't know where to go from there. He now knew that Robert would soon follow his wife into the afterlife. Victoria was nowhere to be seen, and he hoped it stayed that way for a while - until her could get rid of the bodies. This was a surprise for him, never saw it coming. Trying to do good by everyone and this was the turnout - he just didn't understand what kind of joke this was. Why the man upstairs brought this upon his children.
"Turn it off Robert, you don't know what you're doing, this is a mistake. You've got your wife up there. Victoria's here too, what about her? You can't do this to her. Turn the lights off or they'll find us. We've stayed hidden for months now, please, I beg you.........please Robert!" Jonathan pleaded, not wanting to put his hands on the man. Robert held onto the hospital's power lever, keeping it upward even though the lights were already turned on. He held onto it as though if he let it go, the lights would come back off. "Robert, please just............just step aside, let me get the lights" John stated, walking up to the old man, who immediately rose his cane pointing it at John.
Jonathan rose his hands up, backing away slightly. "Robert. Those things will show up if they see the light. They'll murder us! Your wife, me and Veronica. We have built something here, were surviving. Please, just turn the lever down. We can go back to your room and continue to celebrate your anniversary. Please Robert. Please" he whispered, trying his best to convince the older man. John could feel tears building in his eyes. Not only from the fear of death that was most likely coming towards them, but the fear of failing the people he's lived with for so long - the ones he swore to protect. And just as needed, Robert tugged the lever downward, having the lights turn off one by one. John sighed and breathed heavily, putting his hands on his knees and looking towards the ground. Then he turned his head up to Robert, who had begun to tear up as well.
He knew that what he had just done was wrong. "My.....My wife......She can't take it anymore John" the old man started, his words breaking as he spoke. "She's not fully there anymore son. She just wants to go" he continued, laying his back on the wall and holding himself up with his cane. Then as everything seemed to calm down, hell broke loose. A loud scream came from down the halls, where Mrs. Oswald was. Jonathan turned towards the scream, then turned to Robert. "Stay here!" he commanded, rushing back through the hallways at full speed. He accidentally tripped once, but got back up and started rushing again. Just as the turned to where Mrs. Oswald was supposed to be, he locked himself in place and froze. His eyes widened again and his lips shivered as the scream continued. "Good lord...." he said to himself, quickly taking his pistol and starting to shoot.
Mrs. Oswald had opened the front door and allowed some walkers to come inside. There were about three, munching through her flesh and tearing at her stomach. The woman was feeling all this pain, her scream shrieking like an animal in pain. Robert could hear the shots from afar and knew exactly what was happening. The old man broke down, falling onto the ground and began to cry. His shriveled cheeks quivered instantaneously as he stared at his wedding ring. Fifty something years together the two had, and now it was done - on the day they were meant to celebrate it. But it was what Mrs. Oswald wanted.
"NOOO!!!" Jonathan yelled out, shooting at the darn creatures. "Stop!" he called out as though they were listening. He shot two, forcing them motionless while the other turned its head to John. The man looked at Mrs. Oswald broken and torn body. A large puddle of blood underneath her, her face no longer noticeable - he couldn't even tell it was her anymore. He sniffed as tears ran down his cheeks, pointing the gun at the walker's head as it made its way towards him. Then he shot, the loud thud of a body echoing through the hospital as all sound came to an end.
Johnathan then just stood there, hands by his side and still staring. His mouth was open and his eyes droopy. Six months.........six months he's been with these people and it just ended in seconds. This woman chose to die, and like that, did. Just by turning on some lights and opening up a door, the woman's life completely vanished from the earth. Jonathan couldn't believe how precious life was now, and exactly how easy it could be taken. Society was gone, and so was the will to survive it seemed. His attempts, the hard struggle to keep this couple alive and just like that one of them was dead. Jonathan slowly walked towards the door and closed it again, locking it as he watched the darkness outside.
He put his head on the door and stared at the ground, sobbing at this point. His whole body trembled in grief. He didn't know where to go from there. He now knew that Robert would soon follow his wife into the afterlife. Victoria was nowhere to be seen, and he hoped it stayed that way for a while - until her could get rid of the bodies. This was a surprise for him, never saw it coming. Trying to do good by everyone and this was the turnout - he just didn't understand what kind of joke this was. Why the man upstairs brought this upon his children.
Rinnee said
Welp, the holidays really kicked my ass and kept me from posting up my characters, but Salem and Taula are finally done. Living in norther/central Texas a few years ago myself, I used my knowledge of the area and threw it in with my characters. I hope I'm not too late to join, though.
Your characters are accepted Rinnee :)
Not really sure why that person put up a map. I suppose he just wanted to show everyone where his character was and how big Bandwra is, but I'm not tryin to get all technical with this stuff. Yeah, the rp is located in Bandera, Texas, but I only chose that location for its physical geography. All you need to know is that it's basically the country-side. Minimal population, not much urbanization. That's really it. You want to start in a cabin, by all means go ahead. Make up your own stuff. I know it's helpful to know where were located, but I don't expect anyone to know everything about Bandera, Texas. I sure as heck dont. Therefore, I prefer fake locations placed wherever you see fit. Don't worry about precision.
For example: the hospital my character is in, is not even in Bandera, Texas. It's in Boerne or what not, but who gives two potatoes. It's in Bandera today, so hey. Let it be.
For example: the hospital my character is in, is not even in Bandera, Texas. It's in Boerne or what not, but who gives two potatoes. It's in Bandera today, so hey. Let it be.
IC IS UP!
Jonathan Teller - Methodist Emergency Center
It was currently around eight p.m. at night and the sun had already faded into the horizon. All that lay upon the sky was a star-full pitch black overpass. There was no noises in the area, just pure silence - like that of a lonely, sorrowful night. It had been six months of this for Jonathan Teller, a security guard for one of the biggest hospital's in Bandera, Texas - Methodist Boerne Emergency Center. It was a very fancy looking hospital that recognized the unique needs of each of their patients. It’s a process that they continue to improve upon, creating ways to better serve the community when they need them most. But once the world went to hell because the dead raised to torture the living, that little vow vanished as quickly as human life. Doctors and nurses fled before the hospital even got overrun. At that point, they didn't care about the patients, but their own families, rushing to the aid of their own blood without a care for the needy.
But before walker, as they called them, roamed the earth, Jonathan or John, also couldn't care less for these patients. Before, he was just at the hospital to get paid, not honestly to serve and protect the facility. He even had thoughts of robbing the same place he was paid to keep safe - it was the thug in him. But after none of that mattered, none of the money, none of the power and fame, or the thrill, John's perspective on life changed dramatically. That cash flow wouldn't get him closer to his friend's killer. They wouldn't get him the justice he wanted. He got in that one gang to find the murderers, but never got the chance to do it, wasting his entire life on a chance that never came. So now, six months into the zombie apocalypse as it is known, Jonathan fled to the same hospital he was paid to guard.
He walked the halls alone, gun strapped to the holster on the right side of his belt. All the lights in the hospital were turned off, John had decided it be best to keep them off at all times. Still to that point the hospital had not been overrun by anyone or anything, John made sure of that. They were located on Menger Springs and I-10, very much away from any big town or city-like development - which was getting popular just before damnation struck. Because the hospital ran on its own power, produced by large generators, the place had water, electricity if needed, and a decent amount of hospital food that kept Jonathan full. Of course, he had gone out and hunted for supplies in the nearest stores, but lived mainly off the hospital's supplies.
There was also the question on how the man kept his sanity. Well, he wasn't the only tenant in the Methodist Hospital, there were three others with him - patients actually. When everyone else left, there were two old people who remained alone in the hospital and this one young girl. The couple was old, somewhere around their seventies. Jonathan took care of the married couple who's anniversary was actually this same day and was celebrated with Ritz crackers, red jello cups, and water. Despite the rotting and destruction that the walkers brought for everyone, Jonathan was mainly absent that sight. He saw this event as a fresh start, a way to renew his entire purpose in life. He no longer had to devote it on revenge, because it was pointless now, it was over. Now he wanted to make up for loss time, doing right by himself and others. So as a start, he continued to defend the hospital because he knew that one day everything would return to normal and that this place was needed for rebuilding.
So as he continued to walk the dark halls, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Quickly he turned, pulling his gun from his holster. "Who's there?" he asked in a whisper. "Oh! It's just me sweetheart" said Mrs. Oswald, raising her hands to the ceiling. "Good lord" John sighed, putting the gun down, shaking his head side to side as he took a breath. "You should be in your room Mrs. Oswald" the man commented, walking towards her.
"Sorry sweetheart, but I cant....." he said with a smirk on her face. She didn't seem right, something was off about her. "Are you okay?" John asked, walking up to her to find tears streaming down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked her again, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know we love you don't you son?" She asked him, staring at his chest, not looking into his eyes. "Yeah, of course" John assured her, still not understanding what was wrong. "And you know both Robert and I are getting too old to handle ourselves anymore? Were putting much a burden on you and I am very, very sorry" he continued, trying to wipe the tears, but they continued.
"You're scarring me Mrs. Oswald. Is it Robert? Is he okay?" John asked, trying to escape to her room, but being stopped by her grasp. He turned back to face her, confusion all over his face. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "But it's time for us to go. And you too son. Just let go with us okay? We love you and are doing this for you, so that you don't have to suffer anymore."
"What did you do?" John asked her, his eyes widening at every word that came out of her mouth. "Robert is turning on the lights. I suggest you get out of here. We've lived our lives Johnathan. We're happy to have met you and appreciate everything you've done for us, but this is it. We can't take it anymore. We want to go together under this beautiful night. Please, just go before it's too late..." she stated. "No......NO! I can't! No, no, no, no. Mrs. Oswald, what the heck are you thinking? We've made it so far together, we have it good here. We have food, water. We......we have what we need to survive, there's no need to give up. Why? Why now?" Johnathan asked, running his hands through his short hair and forehead. He couldn't believe it. Six months together and they just decide to take their lives this way. "Oh crap!" he then cursed, realizing Robert was probably down by the generators and about to turn the lights on. "Go back to your room Mrs. Oswald" he told her quickly before rushing to the back of the dark hospital.
He had to turn his flashlight on because he was no longer near the windows where the stars and moonlight lit the room. "Please don't do this...." he thought to himself, rushing as fast as he could, sweating a little as he turned left and right. He wanted to scream, but wasn't going to risk it. Still he was stunned on their decision to just suddenly give up - especially on their anniversary. Just as he was a hall away from the generator room, the lights suddenly started to turn on, one by one. John stopped to stare at the ceiling, watching the long halls light up like Christmas trees. "No..."
It was currently around eight p.m. at night and the sun had already faded into the horizon. All that lay upon the sky was a star-full pitch black overpass. There was no noises in the area, just pure silence - like that of a lonely, sorrowful night. It had been six months of this for Jonathan Teller, a security guard for one of the biggest hospital's in Bandera, Texas - Methodist Boerne Emergency Center. It was a very fancy looking hospital that recognized the unique needs of each of their patients. It’s a process that they continue to improve upon, creating ways to better serve the community when they need them most. But once the world went to hell because the dead raised to torture the living, that little vow vanished as quickly as human life. Doctors and nurses fled before the hospital even got overrun. At that point, they didn't care about the patients, but their own families, rushing to the aid of their own blood without a care for the needy.
But before walker, as they called them, roamed the earth, Jonathan or John, also couldn't care less for these patients. Before, he was just at the hospital to get paid, not honestly to serve and protect the facility. He even had thoughts of robbing the same place he was paid to keep safe - it was the thug in him. But after none of that mattered, none of the money, none of the power and fame, or the thrill, John's perspective on life changed dramatically. That cash flow wouldn't get him closer to his friend's killer. They wouldn't get him the justice he wanted. He got in that one gang to find the murderers, but never got the chance to do it, wasting his entire life on a chance that never came. So now, six months into the zombie apocalypse as it is known, Jonathan fled to the same hospital he was paid to guard.
He walked the halls alone, gun strapped to the holster on the right side of his belt. All the lights in the hospital were turned off, John had decided it be best to keep them off at all times. Still to that point the hospital had not been overrun by anyone or anything, John made sure of that. They were located on Menger Springs and I-10, very much away from any big town or city-like development - which was getting popular just before damnation struck. Because the hospital ran on its own power, produced by large generators, the place had water, electricity if needed, and a decent amount of hospital food that kept Jonathan full. Of course, he had gone out and hunted for supplies in the nearest stores, but lived mainly off the hospital's supplies.
There was also the question on how the man kept his sanity. Well, he wasn't the only tenant in the Methodist Hospital, there were three others with him - patients actually. When everyone else left, there were two old people who remained alone in the hospital and this one young girl. The couple was old, somewhere around their seventies. Jonathan took care of the married couple who's anniversary was actually this same day and was celebrated with Ritz crackers, red jello cups, and water. Despite the rotting and destruction that the walkers brought for everyone, Jonathan was mainly absent that sight. He saw this event as a fresh start, a way to renew his entire purpose in life. He no longer had to devote it on revenge, because it was pointless now, it was over. Now he wanted to make up for loss time, doing right by himself and others. So as a start, he continued to defend the hospital because he knew that one day everything would return to normal and that this place was needed for rebuilding.
So as he continued to walk the dark halls, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Quickly he turned, pulling his gun from his holster. "Who's there?" he asked in a whisper. "Oh! It's just me sweetheart" said Mrs. Oswald, raising her hands to the ceiling. "Good lord" John sighed, putting the gun down, shaking his head side to side as he took a breath. "You should be in your room Mrs. Oswald" the man commented, walking towards her.
"Sorry sweetheart, but I cant....." he said with a smirk on her face. She didn't seem right, something was off about her. "Are you okay?" John asked, walking up to her to find tears streaming down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked her again, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know we love you don't you son?" She asked him, staring at his chest, not looking into his eyes. "Yeah, of course" John assured her, still not understanding what was wrong. "And you know both Robert and I are getting too old to handle ourselves anymore? Were putting much a burden on you and I am very, very sorry" he continued, trying to wipe the tears, but they continued.
"You're scarring me Mrs. Oswald. Is it Robert? Is he okay?" John asked, trying to escape to her room, but being stopped by her grasp. He turned back to face her, confusion all over his face. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "But it's time for us to go. And you too son. Just let go with us okay? We love you and are doing this for you, so that you don't have to suffer anymore."
"What did you do?" John asked her, his eyes widening at every word that came out of her mouth. "Robert is turning on the lights. I suggest you get out of here. We've lived our lives Johnathan. We're happy to have met you and appreciate everything you've done for us, but this is it. We can't take it anymore. We want to go together under this beautiful night. Please, just go before it's too late..." she stated. "No......NO! I can't! No, no, no, no. Mrs. Oswald, what the heck are you thinking? We've made it so far together, we have it good here. We have food, water. We......we have what we need to survive, there's no need to give up. Why? Why now?" Johnathan asked, running his hands through his short hair and forehead. He couldn't believe it. Six months together and they just decide to take their lives this way. "Oh crap!" he then cursed, realizing Robert was probably down by the generators and about to turn the lights on. "Go back to your room Mrs. Oswald" he told her quickly before rushing to the back of the dark hospital.
He had to turn his flashlight on because he was no longer near the windows where the stars and moonlight lit the room. "Please don't do this...." he thought to himself, rushing as fast as he could, sweating a little as he turned left and right. He wanted to scream, but wasn't going to risk it. Still he was stunned on their decision to just suddenly give up - especially on their anniversary. Just as he was a hall away from the generator room, the lights suddenly started to turn on, one by one. John stopped to stare at the ceiling, watching the long halls light up like Christmas trees. "No..."
ATTENTION EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At the start of every IC post, you must follow set format:
[bold]Name of YOUR character(s) - Location YOUR character is in - The character YOUR character is interacting with (if any)[/bold]
So it should look sumthin like this:
Hank/Floyd/Seth - Town Streets - Heather
Unexpectedly, Heather quickly came rushing to him. Hank didn't even have time to react to her motions for they were so fast. It was as though not even a second thought ran her mind at that time. That separation they once had, the distance seemed to have vanished. Her forehead lay on his chest. Her tears and sweat soaked his shirt, but he didn't feel the frigid water, instead, he felt heat................................
Floyd/Hank - Building
"No! I saw him! Over there!" Hank called out to Floyd, running through the corridor at full speed. Floyd at the second thought Hank was hallucinating, believing that what happened to Heather made him snap. The thing is, he could't go back without him, if he did, there would be very crucial consequences. The black man would assume Floyd himself killed Hank, the others of course might not, but wont have any saying in the matter. In fact, their own sorrow might give them the push to make rash decisions. So there was only one choice, and that was to bring Hank with him, no matter what...........................................
As you can see in the first example, I had three characters which were controlled by me and were in the post, so were all listed and divided by a slash. Their location was in the center of the dashes, and the characters they interacted with were at the end, also separated by a dash.
In the second example, the only characters involved in the entire post were also both mine, but did not interact with anyone, so all that was necessary were the characters involved in the post, and the location.
If none of that makes any sense, well hey, I tried. haha. Anyway, you'll see it in the first IC post which will be up in a little bit cuz I'm workin on it now. OH! And NPC's if any don't have to be labeled in that post title.
At the start of every IC post, you must follow set format:
[bold]Name of YOUR character(s) - Location YOUR character is in - The character YOUR character is interacting with (if any)[/bold]
So it should look sumthin like this:
Hank/Floyd/Seth - Town Streets - Heather
Unexpectedly, Heather quickly came rushing to him. Hank didn't even have time to react to her motions for they were so fast. It was as though not even a second thought ran her mind at that time. That separation they once had, the distance seemed to have vanished. Her forehead lay on his chest. Her tears and sweat soaked his shirt, but he didn't feel the frigid water, instead, he felt heat................................
Floyd/Hank - Building
"No! I saw him! Over there!" Hank called out to Floyd, running through the corridor at full speed. Floyd at the second thought Hank was hallucinating, believing that what happened to Heather made him snap. The thing is, he could't go back without him, if he did, there would be very crucial consequences. The black man would assume Floyd himself killed Hank, the others of course might not, but wont have any saying in the matter. In fact, their own sorrow might give them the push to make rash decisions. So there was only one choice, and that was to bring Hank with him, no matter what...........................................
As you can see in the first example, I had three characters which were controlled by me and were in the post, so were all listed and divided by a slash. Their location was in the center of the dashes, and the characters they interacted with were at the end, also separated by a dash.
In the second example, the only characters involved in the entire post were also both mine, but did not interact with anyone, so all that was necessary were the characters involved in the post, and the location.
If none of that makes any sense, well hey, I tried. haha. Anyway, you'll see it in the first IC post which will be up in a little bit cuz I'm workin on it now. OH! And NPC's if any don't have to be labeled in that post title.
Obito Uchiha said
John Samuel Bensen
Accepted
Mr_Wiki_96 said
Clayton Burrows
Accepted
Those that have reserved a spot, please let me know if you updated your post.
Or just make a new post with ur CS sheet. Thanks.
Or just make a new post with ur CS sheet. Thanks.
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