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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Ventura highway by america if anyone is wondering

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhAyveRgJKs

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

The ride back was fun, the rest of the squad couldn’t believe what they found and were in a good mood. However, he did notice that Maisy was being quiet, she was still paying attention and giving orders but seemed distant. This did confuse him slightly, he knew they only thing that changed was that kiss and how flustered she was after, did it truly bother her that much.

This thought would prove to be his focus other than making sure their path was clear, occasionally he would glance back at the other girl. His thoughts eventually trailed through his memories to the only women he had ever loved, Sara. Trevor quickly changed his train of thought by yelling at the squad, “you better not drop any of that, you don’t find that every day.”

The greeting with the others went well, their prize had bought up the morale of the team and now there was talk of a party. The armored man didn’t spend too much time with them while the others moved the supplies, he simply rode hank back to his pack horse to retrieve a few things. Really he was only checking on his personal effects, it’s not to say that he didn’t trust the people from Lasthope he just didn’t know them well enough yet.

Retrieving a sealed canteen and a guitar for the party he headed back to where the others were unloading supplies. He left hank with the other horses and was pleased to find that most of the supplies had been moved and that Maisy was still there. He had to admit the girl still seemed a bit distant, he simply figured she either wasn’t used to that or was used to that with someone else. Still, she didn’t look depressed or her heart was filled with sorrow.

He looked away from her and stepped up onto a burnt out rusted truck, sitting down on the roof he lightly strummed his guitar and smiled. He sat the sealed canteen down next to him and began to play. A few notes at first just so see if he couldn’t grab the girl's attention, whether or not she would look at him he would still smile at her. After strumming the guitar to make sure it was tuned he began to sing, he didn’t sing very often and rarely did he do it around those from Lasthope. Trevor always likes to see the look on their faces when he sings, he is quite good.

“Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe?
Some people say this town don't look good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Wishin' on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air”

He continued to strum the guitar and smiled, “Now if no one takes this from me im goanna keep going.”

@Poi

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Just to put in my two cents on that subject. Trevor doesn't plan that far ahead Sure he Daydreams sometimes. but he's fairly certain that he's going to die before then. Mostly because he does feel like at some point he's going to like a lot of you and he tends to have a bit of Reckless abandon when it comes to protecting his friends. He does have some honor if you can look past all the crazy.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

I can hear it raining from inside the casino

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Gorge the mutant - Salem center of town - Morning

Red lasers streaked through the air striking and burning unprotected material and flesh. One mutant began to burn and scream while another was killed by a metal pole that was being held by another armored mutant. Gorge kept up his assault on the two mutants who were still alive, the ambush had confused both of them, one burning and striking the other out of panic.

The two mutants finally fell to the barrage of lasers and being struck by the other mutant. Gorge seemed to now be in a momentary standoff with the other armored creature, the barrels on his Gatling laser continued to spin. The barrels red-hot and ready to once again burn through anything in his path, slowly stopped as the mutant realized this one was doing the same stare down.

After a few more tense moments he lowered his weapon and looked off into the direction of where they came. There was still a bit of smoke rising from the vehicles that were destroyed earlier but no movement and no sounds. Looking back to the other mutant he stepped forward towards it, slowly until he was still a safe enough distance from him, speaking with his usual dry voice, “I assume you are another friendly mutant?” his question lingered for only a moment before suddenly remembering, “Harold.”

Gorge broke contact with the other mutant quickly moving over debris and other obstacles to where he left him. By the time he had reached the area where Harold was, the ghoul was gone and a trail of blood lead into town. He followed the trail but soon found himself moving slowly, there were quite a few hidden eyes watching, he could feel them looking over him while he removed the cloak from his armor continuing to carry it with him.

He had figured as much, the Brotherhood of steel wasn’t particularly in favor in this area. Most could still work out the faded insignia on the shoulder and chest pieces of his armor. He had been shot at and yelled at before just for wearing it by both citizens and other BOS members who would not believe him and claimed that he killed a knight captain and modified his armor.

The armor looked as if it had been through hell and back, scorch marks, scratches, dents from bullets, black smudges from laser and plasma fire, and half of it was covered in dirt and mud. He stopped in the middle of town and set his gun down, he didn’t believe he was technically invited yet. Harold was one thing, he was heavily injured. But Gorge, well, Gorge was heavily armored. He took his helmet off and set it onto his weapon looking around at the buildings and the state of the settlement. With the threat of the mutants gone he could get a good feel for this place and its people.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9aM9Ch97U8

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

@2sky11

yeah I figured but I also noticed this RP is laid back so I wanted to make sure that everyone who wanted to get a post in could. that being said I will currently begin working on my next post.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@Poi
ha poor hector. well im good then, just have Trevor tag along with who ever... right now he favors squad beta for more than obvious reasons lol

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@Poi
what is this squad beta?

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Vale Azsier

Being slightly annoyed would be putting it lightly for Vale, this place and its people were too happy and animated for his tastes. To him the other students seemed more like children who had just been let out to play. He could understand some of them better if they had been literally starving before breakfast but all he could think to do was grab a couple of rare Maw Beast steaks. The flesh of the Maw Beast’s is purple and extremely tasty for dark elves as their flesh has been tainted with dark energy, slightly pickled in light poisons and exotic spices smelling of raw slightly putrid meat, it acted as a slight pick me up and was good for the mind.

In his rush it did not take him long before getting to what he hoped was his class, a place where he could hopefully get out of the crowded hallway to somewhere he could eat. He could hear voices behind the door, touching it to push open the door it felt warm. Holding the meat in his other hand he had found some bread to wrap the meat in before leaving the dining area. Pushing the warm door open he paused on the other side, letting the door swing closed behind him.

The smell of metal, fire, and sausage? Were some main smells that filled his senses. He could still hear others in the room, but they were blocked from sight due to the arrangement of enchanted armor in front of him. The Elf paused in front of them taking a bite of his purple meat sandwich, some armor glowed and glimmered in his presence. Brushing his hand over one he felt a bit of pain across his fingertips, dark magic trailed behind his stroke seemed to be repelled by the aura on the armor. “Hmm magic resistance” he mumbled continuing to eat and eye the fine craftsmen ship.

About half-way through his sandwich he abandoned his appraising of such fine craftsmanship and took a look around the room before addressing the two dwarfs talking near the forge. He recognized both, one from yesterday when they were let inside, but the other he recognized from far before he ever even thought he would come here. “Dovlin Ahbarer and master dwarf” Vale casually spoke while eating, even if he thought everyone was beneath him he knew he would have to be civil at some point.

He continued to finish his breakfast as he simply stood away from them, his hand still resting on the pommel of his masterwork blade. Truth be told, Vale had known about this particular dwarf for some time. Not because he knew the Dwarf but because he was known throughout his people and could one day be a very enticing target for a strike team if they wanted to start a war between the dwarfs and someone else. Framing the murder on someone or something else, a different race or kingdom perhaps was not unheard-of and something they have done before.

@Spirit
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