Swarley

What Are You Listening To?

I've been listening to a lot of shoegaze music recently but I only just listened to My Bloody Valentine's new album today and damn is it fantastic, up there with the best of last year for sure.

From The Ashes

Naomi put her now empty can of soup down on the ground and kicked it away as she stood up. She was a bit angry as this was the fourth time in as many minutes someone had bumped into her and she assumed that this was on purpose as usual as the homeless guy sitting only about 10 feet away was not having any trouble enjoying his mouldy bread. It was when she finally looked to those who had disturbed her that she calmed down a bit. For starters it seemed the one who had hit her was at least had very big problems with her vision, if she wasn't completely blind. But other than that there was one huge tiger guy that looked like he would completely rip her to shreds if she dared give them anything close to trouble. She brushed herself off a bit, though it did next to nothing to the actual cleanliness of her clothes. "Don't worry about it, it's no big deal. Karl Marx once wrote that 'The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.' So it's whatever." She smiled at the girl and her ragtag group of animal travellers as she brushed some of her hair from in front of her left eye. She was happy they didn't jump her the moment they laid eyes on her but she hoped they would understand her quote and not hurt her more to alleviate her 'mental suffering'.

Karl Marx was of course someone that Naomi knew a lot of quotes of. From pretty much the moment she started with the Communist uprising she was taught the words of Karl Marx, and all people who work with the communist regime must carry a copy of The Communist Manifesto, many being handwritten by the workers themselves due to a lack of actual printed copies. Though Naomi had hers stolen in the last week by some 'patriot' scumbag and she was waiting on a new one to be delivered to her by a friend back home.

From The Ashes

Naomi stood in the relatively crowded Metro Centre, this being a major transfer station for most of the lines it made sense why she was sent here to do recruiting rather than the more populated, though less traffic heavy Union Station. Naomi had been here for what had to have been a month or so, but it was hard to keep track. She knew this was for the best, getting away from the front lines, only having to deal with skinheads on occasion and the military even less, but she couldn't help but think that the general populace was no better. Many of the people outside of the red controlled stations didn't take kindly to some punk ass commie trying to sell them on the idea that everyone has the right to not be exploited by the capitalist machine. A man walked by and Naomi handed him a hand drawn flyer. He read the title "Be Equal, Don't be a Slave to Greedy Merchants" and he spat on Naomi's torn up shoes. She figured he must have been a merchant.

After an hour or so of being pushed around by passers-by, Naomi made her way towards the "food market" which was really just a collection of little storefronts set up by people hoping to make a quick buck off some needy travellers. However, Naomi had developed quite a rapport with the man who ran a shop that sold canned food from the old world. He was a communist sympathizer, though he needed to find some way to make a living outside of the red controlled area. An older woman eyed a patch that adorned the left sleeve of Naomi's sweater, the hammer and sickle printed on it, as she made her way towards her seller. Naomi smiled at him before placing 5 cigarettes in front of him. "What can these get me?" She said, knowing full well that it will be gross tomato soup, as always.

Naomi sits against a wall, cold soup in hand, carefully drinking it so as to not cut herself on the frayed edges that were left from the manual can opener. As she watches people pass by her, she just hopes that her day can only go up from here, as a fox/man steps on her foot accidentally on purpose.

From The Ashes

Wayne said
Naomi sounds pretty neat for a Communist character, though Radic sounds more Serbian or Croatian than it does Polish.

Damn! I mean Serbian, I just need to give it a quick change.

From The Ashes

Name: Naomi Radic
Age: 23
Faction Alignment: Communist
History: Naomi was the daughter of a wealthy Serbian businessman and was on a trip with him when the bombs fell. At the age of only 8 years old she was forced to live on her own and she soon found a group of other kids her age. After months of struggling in the underground, the kids stumbled upon a group of ragtag revolutionaries. Mesmerized by them, Naomi quickly fell in line with the Communists. She found the ideologies to be the most intriguing, possibly due to the fact that she believes her now deceased father had abandoned her, she believes capitalists to be against progress and are only an impediment to the way the world should be. As she grew up though, and saw the violence that erupted around the revolution though, she began to find herself a little disenchanted with it. Wanting to get away from the front lines, she currently resides at Metro Center handing out communist literature and attempting to get others to agree with her own viewpoint on how she believes civilization should be shaped.
Skills and Talents: She is very agile and charismatic, and uses those skills most of the times to get away from encounters with hostiles.
Equipment And Weapons: A gasmask, a flashlight, a small pistol, a small knife, and an old package of cigarettes.
Appearance: Here's another picture if you need it
Location: Metro Center
Other things: She sees herself as somewhat of a pacifist, not wanting to get into a violent encounter unless it is absolutely essential, though she does see the necessity for violence sometimes.

From The Ashes

Fantastic, I'll get to work on my CS.

What Are You Listening To?

Great Queercore rap if you're into that stuff.

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

Into it, Fallout is one of my favourite games and post-apocalyptic stuff is always interesting so count me in.

Trade Station Alpha

I'm still here

Trade Station Alpha

Eliza shook Chris' hand and smiled. "Glad to have helped you look around, and a pleasure to meet you. As a quick tip I would avoid that room there." She pointed towards Quib's room. "The doc lives there and who knows what he does in there that makes it smell so rancid." Eliza started towards her quarters before turning back briefly and saying "I'll probably see you down in the kitchen, we haven't had a good cook here for a while so hopefully this one will be decent." And with that she opened the door to her room and stepped inside.

Her room was an absolute mess that she was sure no one would enjoy spending time in. To start the bed was unmade as usual, with some clothes laying on it simply from her laziness. The floor could be non-existent for all Eliza knew with all the stuff covering it. The walls were similarly covered with posters of bands and films from back home. Beside her bed was a small table with a box on top of it, beside the box were quite a few bottles of hair dye as well as some makeup. Eliza walked towards the table, not entirely caring what she was stepping on as she knew it was probably clothes. She opened the box, the contents of which were a very large variety of mind altering substances with varying degrees of legality. She took out a cigarette and shut the box closed, not wanting to do anything too heavy at a time like this. She lit it and took a long drag. She walked back out of the room as the smoke flooded out of her mouth and up towards the ceiling. Eliza then started to walk towards the kitchen.