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They Dwell Below

That's what I'd like to know :( I really don't think there's much posting room for Tori and I, if we don't see posts from the others at this point! We need you MIA's to post! :o *gasp*

.//ghost_inthemachine: a cyberpunk experience

yeah haha. my new job has kind of gotten in the way of me starting this. at least for the time being.

btw do any of you have skype?

@Anodyne

Same as MissCapnCrunch up there, while I do have Skype, I'm not on it as much as I uses to be :/

They Dwell Below

Take care, Tori; tomorrow will be better ya kno :)

Goodnight!(getting tired of all these 5 am wakeups Lmao)

.//ghost_inthemachine: a cyberpunk experience

Yeah I agree, this could bean awesome RP once it kicks off! :D

They Dwell Below

I'd have to check it with the co-GM, but I don't forsee that as being a problem. Let me double check it with Tori first tho, before I give the official okay :)

They Dwell Below

Got another collaborated post up with Tori! Will update my relation status in just a moment.

It's fun writing with ya Miss Captain Crunch :P

They Dwell Below

[IRIS]
[LEN]
[???]

"Wait up! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to do what I did If you have me I think I can be a great help to you." Len turned around, snorting. “You damn right, you shouldn’ta tried that. You wanna be a great help to us, don’t die.” Len continued walking, angry at himself. He wanted to protect this person too, though he’d never admit it. She seemed the type that wouldn’t make it long without someone to help her survive. A bit of training, she could probably be a badass. She was bold as hell, a good sign. He didn’t take it too personally, her actions. She didn’t actually shoot, after all. Still, what happened to the last two groups of people he and Iris were with? Both ended up dead, slaughtered. Wouldn’t the same damn thing happen here?

“Look, you wanna tag along, we can discuss that later. Right now we bes’ be a-movin.’ High ground and all. Ain’t no place “safe” from the Langue, but some is better ‘n others. You keep that crossbow handy now, if’n one of them earthworms come’s a hoppin’ out of the ground, n’ I can’t get a good fix on his eye, you gotta git’ his ass for me.” Placing a gentle hand on Iris’ shoulder for a moment, he took a very slight lead, assault rifle at the ready. He barely noticed the man walking their way, and really didn’t care. ”Don’t know who ya are, stranger, and don’t much care. We’re a gittin’ gone, you might wanna be doin’ the same. Get to higher ground ‘for the earthworms come out to play.”

The trio soon came upon a clearing in the dense forest they were once in. Iris had kept quiet for most of the walking, more determined to get out of the rain and out of the danger of getting swallowed whole by a langue. As they came across a small assortment of buildings, Iris shook her head as the one man traveled towards the gas station. ”He’s fucking crazy if he thinks that rinky dink place is gonna hold em’ back.” Iris mentioned to Len and Kara.

This area wasn’t too heavily populated with buildings, it seemed to be a small farming community, with not too much to offer. ”Ya’ think we can hold up there?” Iris asked, pointing towards a large grain silo. Signaling some type of farm and or production factory of sorts. Iris looked between the two, rain drenching the three of them.

Len glanced at the area surrounding them as they stepped from the treeline into the clearing. He felt uneasy without the trees for cover. He’d always felt more at home in the woods. Sure, it was more wild in the woods, but it was a great place to find game, or to hide from a group of bandits. Or to just relax and enjoy nature. Hell, back in the old world it was a great place to brew good ol’ moonshine, something that Len had always wanted to try.

”Ya’ think we can hold up there?” Len looked over to Iris as she spoke. He squinted his eyes, gazing at the land surrounding them, the old buildings, and in particular the grain silo. Truth be told, down here in the lowlands, there wasn’t any place that could be considered good. But it would work. could work, anyway. If a Langue did decide to pop up, it could easily tear through any building, but something was better than nothing. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small can of chewing tobacco. He had one pinch left. Glaring down at it, he shoved the tobacco in his mouth, pushing it beneath his lip, and turned once more to his sister.

“I’m supposin’ it’ll do. Be nice if we could be up in the mountains, but ain’t no mountains the way we’re goin.’ And it’s better’n bein’ out in the rain, waitin’ to be worm food. Yeah, let’s jes’ hole up in here a spell.”

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Á̝͓͎͎ͧ̋͑ͯ̂ͤͨ ̰̣͚͈̯̈ͭ̈́ͫ̀R͉̩ͤ͝ ̤͍͚̟ͬ̏ͣ͞I̳̣͚͓̤̒́ͥ͊̓̀́͡ ͖̳̘̲̟͔́̈́ͤ͋́̚S̢̻̟͈ͨͦͮͥ͌̍ͧͭ̕ ̨̢̢̤̠̮̩̰̮͙̩͓ͪͭͯ͛͐̚E̴̻͇̘̊̂̓ͧ̄̔̿

Thunder rolled across the Earth, rumbling from the heavens to the depths of hell. Lightning filling the arteries of the sky, illuminating every deep, dark, crevice of the land. The pitter patter of the rain droplets hit the ground, sounding an alarm for the creatures that slithered below.

E͎̠̊ͨͅͅ ͥ͒͏̵̜̟̬̙͈M̢̩̼̪̺͖̺͎͙͖̐̏͋̽ͩ̏ͯ͝͡ ̳̂̅ͫ̎ͮ̓̍̓͛̀͢ͅĔ̸̶̻̝͇͇͖̳̋͞ ̜̜ͣ̋͗̄̋ͪ̕Ŗ͇̠̭͇̺̭̊͌̍̽ͧ̆ ̐̅̂ͫͮ͢͏̷͍͈̗̜̤̥̘̪ͅǦ̀̎̆ͬ̀́̚͏̲̝̫̼̮̖̜̤̲ ̛͉̟̫͋̍ͮ̇̈́̓̃͋͞͝E̸̪̪̦̝̝̗̘̼̜ͩ̌̋͒ͮͣ̓͑́͘

The ground opened up as a small pack of langue bursted out, their long tongues slithering from their lips as they tasted the air, and collected the drops of water down their parched throats. The strong smells of the upper world overwhelmed their senses. Dirt. Smoke. Humans.

F̷͖̬̣̟́̌̑̐̑ͫͅ ̶̢̩̤̗͍͕̥͈̞͂͊͛̀͛̈́̆̕E̥͇̖̖̘͂ͩ̒̑ͥ̽͟͠ ̞̦̥͒̍͐̇ͩͤ̚͝A̱̫̗̟̪̜̔ͩ̓ͥ͐͊̉̇ ͑̀̋̇͋ͫ̃҉̺̪̕͠S̨̗͚̤͕͊͋̓̂ͦ̒͟ ̴̬̣̲͕̗̩̗̤͆́ͨͩ͘͜T́͆҉̡̛̫̝͓̪̤͔

Diving back into the ground the langue slithered and scraped through the mud and rocks in need of finding their next meal.

They Dwell Below

Haha, nice Dragonbud :p

I also updated slightly the relation status with Iris. Will include the other two once there's actually some interaction there :p

.//ghost_inthemachine: a cyberpunk experience

name: Navarro Ethan Santa Mariano Ationius Mercado Hawthorne THE THIRD

Navarro

age: 20

gender: Male

Likes:Computers, machines, anything electronic. The dark. Storms. And Ghost, of course!!!
Dislikes: Snobby rich people (like his parents). His sister. People who tell him he spends too much time on computers.

personality traits:

+ Adventurous (has also led to trouble at times)
+ Down to earth (for the most part, DESPITE being from a super rich family)
+ Encouraging

- Cares too much about what others think of him
- Appears overconfident and arrogant at times--masks his feelings of inferiority
- Computers are his life

backstory:

Navarro Ethan Santa Mariano Antonius Mercado Hawthorne the Third comes from a very rich family. His great grandfather built Hawthorne Industries from the ground up. They may not have invented the chips people now carry inside their head as if it’s nothing at all, but they sure helped make them a lot more fun. Hawthorne Industries is responsible for the development of many virtual reality video games and virtual worlds. “Just close your eyes, paradise awaits.”

Growing up in a family that is so rich that Bill Gates looks like a dirty old hobo, one would think that Navarro would be snobby, care little of others, and think that the world revolves around money. But he’s seen what it does to people, especially his family. He’s seen people starving and dying in the streets, while he’s never had to want for *anything* in his life. Because of this, he’s spent most of his life the black sheep of his family. He wants nothing to do with Hawthorne Industries, even though he’s a whiz with anything electronic. He could be a software engineer, but no--he works at a little hamburger joint in the slums instead. Why? For one it really pisses his family off, which he enjoys very much. For two, it keeps him away from the ritzy part of the city, which he feels is hell on earth.

Daily fights with Mom and Dad, as well as flat out brawls with his sister, have made Navarro dread spending time at home. As such, he was more than happy to meet Niko. He remembered putting on the charm, trying to impress her with his family name. In the end, she didn’t give two shits. The way she didn’t give a damn about his name, or his money, drew him in. He began to spend every free moment he had with her. It was a hell of a lot better than being at home, and he really enjoyed her company. And if you asked him today, he’d say he’s in love, something his family could never understand.

He’s really on the verge of being disowned by the Hawthorne family. In his mind, if that happened, it’d be the best compliment the world could give him. Because of the fact he has little to enjoy in life, save for Niko, he was very much allured by the new drug, Ghost. He tried it once, and he knew that he just found his next greatest love. And he knew he had to share this with Niko--he wouldn’t be happy getting into this wonderful drug without her to experience it with, of course!

[casual - advanced] gritty cyberpunky underground drug thingy.

Nah, no questions yet, but that might change when I get to making my character :p

@Anodyne