TheGrundlesnart

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

Buford "Ford" Thomas

[STUDENT APPLICATION SHEET]

Appearance

Name
Buford "Ford" Cannon

Age
21

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Hometown
Savannah, Georgia

Style
Comfortable clothes.

Disposition
Relaxed, laid-back, enthusiastic

Major
English

Dorm Room
Floor 2

Likes & Dislikes
+Adventures
+Meeting new people
+Exchanging favors
+Reading
+Thinking waaaay too deeply about what he reads.

-Being cramped up for too long
-Being alone
-Cops
-Narcs
-Buzzkills

Interest/Hobbies
> Reading. Nothing better than cracking open a good book to have a good think about.
> "Walkabouts." Basically, he'll just wander around the city and try to find something he hasn't seen or noticed before. Thanks to this he has a pretty good sense of where he is when he's in the city, but he does occasionally get lost. Of course, on a Walkabout this is fairly desirable.
> Recreational Substances. Before anyone asks, yes. He does the weed. And a few psychedelics, though only rarely.

Belief
"Life and your place in the world is what you make of it. Only you get to decide what you value and what you'll spend your time on."

Drive
Connection

Fear
Large insects. Any bigger than June bug and he's no fan.

Regret
He didn't talk to that girl Samantha Willis when he was in highschool. He knew she was lonely. He knew she needed someone to talk to. Now she's gone.

Ford will never let anyone go unacknowledged if he can help it, ever again.

Secret
Ford's parents aren't his biological parents. He was adopted at age 13.

Intellect
[0] Ford has never been known for his book learning or intelligence. There's a reason the only college he could get into was all the way in Alaska, and even then only barely.

Social
[2] Ford's charismatic appeal is fairly polarizing. People either really enjoy his company, or find him intensely irritating, with very few in the middle ground. All in all, it means he's about average.

Nerve
[5] Savannah, Georgia is known as the most haunted city in the US. You do not grow up in Savannah and end up bothered by the paranormal or weird shit happening around you. And of course, being a redneck means not being bothered by the threat of personal injury. You don't go out and try to wrestle a deer because you're known for your cowardice.

Endurance
[0] Ford is a bit of a smoker, so he's not got much endurance as far as running, jumping, or climbing. He prefers to drive, and generally doesn't work out. That he's still somehow as skinny as he is has been a point of baffled contention among many in his life.

Awareness
[0] Ford is probably not best described as being unaware so much as prone to tunnel vision and apathy. In his small corner of hickville, it was pretty damn normal to have weird shit happen around you.

Resources
[6] Ford knows everyone. People owe him favors, and he knows who to talk to if he wants something. It's like a superpower. He hasn't been up in Alaska long, but he already has friends in town who owe him favors or have access to whatever one might need. Add on to this what he calls his "magic backpack" that is filled to the brim with random shit that might one day be useful, and you've got a man who always seems to have what is needed.

Stolen Lives: A Runaway Story

The Dog sat down when asked, as it was in his programming to be quietly obedient lest he experience punishment.

He listened to her question and cocked his head to the side. A single finger raised and pointed to the loudspeaker. Then he took his tablet and wrote down, [From the speaker. Every morning. They give me instructions.]

He erased what he had when she seemed to have read it all, and wrote again. [And you, right now. Sometimes the guards say things, but not to me.] He erased and directed his next written statement to a guard.

[Did Rico ever ask that lab tech out?]

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

Buford "Ford" Thomas

[STUDENT APPLICATION SHEET]

Appearance

Name
Buford "Ford" Cannon

Age
21

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Hometown
Savannah, Georgia

Style
Comfortable clothes.

Disposition
Relaxed, laid-back, enthusiastic

Major
English

Dorm Room
(This will be assigned)

Likes & Dislikes
+Adventures
+Meeting new people
+Exchanging favors
+Reading
+Thinking waaaay too deeply about what he reads.

-Being cramped up for too long
-Being alone
-Cops
-Narcs
-Buzzkills

Interest/Hobbies
> Reading. Nothing better than cracking open a good book to have a good think about.
> "Walkabouts." Basically, he'll just wander around the city and try to find something he hasn't seen or noticed before. Thanks to this he has a pretty good sense of where he is when he's in the city, but he does occasionally get lost. Of course, on a Walkabout this is fairly desirable.
> Recreational Substances. Before anyone asks, yes. He does the weed. And a few psychedelics, though only rarely.

Belief
"Life and your place in the world is what you make of it. Only you get to decide what you value and what you'll spend your time on."

Drive
Connection

Fear
Large insects. Any bigger than June bug and he's no fan.

Regret
He didn't talk to that girl Samantha Willis when he was in highschool. He knew she was lonely. He knew she needed someone to talk to. Now she's gone.

Ford will never let anyone go unacknowledged if he can help it, ever again.

Secret
Ford's parents aren't his biological parents. He was adopted at age 13.

Intellect
[0] Ford has never been known for his book learning or intelligence. There's a reason the only college he could get into was all the way in Alaska, and even then only barely.

Social
[2] Ford's charismatic appeal is fairly polarizing. People either really enjoy his company, or find him intensely irritating, with very few in the middle ground. All in all, it means he's about average.

Nerve
[5] Savannah, Georgia is known as the most haunted city in the US. You do not grow up in Savannah and end up bothered by the paranormal or weird shit happening around you. And of course, being a redneck means not being bothered by the threat of personal injury. You don't go out and try to wrestle a deer because you're known for your cowardice.

Endurance
[0] Ford is a bit of a smoker, so he's not got much endurance as far as running, jumping, or climbing. He prefers to drive, and generally doesn't work out. That he's still somehow as skinny as he is has been a point of baffled contention among many in his life.

Awareness
[0] Ford is probably not best described as being unaware so much as prone to tunnel vision and apathy. In his small corner of hickville, it was pretty damn normal to have weird shit happen around you.

Resources
[6] Ford knows everyone. People owe him favors, and he knows who to talk to if he wants something. It's like a superpower. He hasn't been up in Alaska long, but he already has friends in town who owe him favors or have access to whatever one might need. Add on to this what he calls his "magic backpack" that is filled to the brim with random shit that might one day be useful, and you've got a man who always seems to have what is needed.

The Grundlesnart's Cavern [18+, seeking Female for FxF or MxF, some others.]

THE TIME HAS COME FOR A BUUUUUUMP

Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]

MASTER OF CEREMONIES

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AVENUE

Key rises after her christening, tears flowing from her eyes. Perhaps, at first, you think this is weakness. But her mouth gives away the truth: She is weeping with joy. Her smile shines as you've never seen it, and she bows to you despite the pain on her back. "Thank you for this honor, Avenue. I will assist you in ushering forth Hope into the world."

She turns then, addressing the gathered mass. "Hope will require items for her arrival. We must build the gate, and she has shown it to me. We must construct a ring of stones upon the ground, with greater stones on the North, South, East, and West points. Within this Circle we must place 14 altars... Upon those altars we will sacrifice 6 of the faithless. 6 of the faithful. One who is without blemish or scar, and One who has been broken. They shall each be sacrificed with 7 knives, with no knives shared between them. Upon this circle will our flesh join, Avenue... and Hope will rush up to consume us, the final sacrifice, and we shall be as one with Hope, to purge all frailty and weakness from this broken world!" Her calm demeanor had become something of deranged excitement over the course of her speech, and she looks at you, Avenue, when she is finished. The look they hold for you has fundamentally changed. You no longer see resentment, but desire. Desire for you.

What do you do?

ALCOHOL & PEPSI

Pepsi, you have found yourself in a small, locked room made primarily from wood but reinforced with chain link fencing wrapped around the outside. The door is basically a pair of logs that can swivel outward, and have a pair of iron bars placed across them to keep them shut. you have a small window, but the chain link keeps your hand from going through it. Alcohol is here, with several of his town guards, and they seem to be assessing what should happen now.
What do you do?

Alcohol, you've got Pepsi locked up in the prison, apparently at your mercy. His hands and clothes are still wet with First's blood, and the metallic scent of blood hangs in the air. Twice is speaking to you in a hushed tone. "I say we shoot him now and be done with it," his voice harsh and conspiratorial. " We don't need some murderer running around and planting rebellious notions into the people."

Glock, another of the guards, raises her hand. "I don't want to risk starting a fight with Plaza. They're one of the bigger holds, and we just don't compare with them for fighting force. We would need an alliance before we could do anything... but I don't want him wandering around, either."

Alcohol, you're no stranger to finding yourself between two shitty choices. You know the Jaguares from Plaza will be on you as soon as they learn you've killed Pepsi. You also know Pepsi will continue to murder. And if he's sitting here, he's costing you additional manpower to keep an eye on him.
What do you do?

SPARROW, MILK, & HEMLOCK

Sparrow, you've watched this conversation and seen that Milk and Hemlock seem to have parted ways peacefully, but something is tugging at the periphery of your senses. A sudden, powerful wrongness. As your eyes instinctively turn, you witness one of the monsters of the chasm. There is no other thing that such a shape could be.

It is shaped something like a human, if the human were wrapped in layer after layer of shiny plastic ribbons, midnight black in color. the ribbons of its body twirl and shift in ways the still air could not cause, and it slowly begins reaching a blunted arm towards Milk, the ribbons slowly snaking forth from the tip of its long stump like winding fingers, whirling through the grass towards Milk's legs...
What do you do?

Milk, as you make your way from the hut, you feel something tug at your ankles. At first it feels like perhaps you simply got mildly tangled in some fallen vines, but the way they stretch and cling to you is far too unnatural to be vines. As you look down, you realize you've been ensnared in a growing tangle of black, plastic tape. You've seen this substance before, when Twix showed you the inner workings of something called a VHS. As you come to realize that this is not natural, the mass tugs hard on your ankles, pulling you to the ground...
What do you do?

Hemlock,
HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED
What do you do?

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

Isaac was quiet on the drive. He had made a mistake, and he knew it, in the way he worded his text.

But watching Deus now, in person, he felt like he was looking at himself a few years ago. He felt like he understood this brand of pain.

Isaac didn't ssy anything. Not a word. He knew without a doubt that there was no combination of words that would set this right or help the situation. Instead, he walked back to the truck and got his first aid kit, waiting for Bernie and Deus to separate before urging Deus to sit down so he would work on the gash.

The procedure was simple enough. "Keep talking to them, don't mind me much. This will probably sting, though." Isaac wasted no time in getting hand sanitizer on his hands, then putting on gloves, then using some bottled water to wash the area, gently inspecting the depth of the gash. "Not quite enough for stitches. Lucky there." He patted it dry and began applying antibiotic ointment.

He used a few adhesive suture strips to keep the wound a bit more closed than it intended to be. Once all this was done, he wrapped it a few times in ace bandage just to keep it covered but breathing.

"Okay. So long as you're up to date on your tetanus shot, I think you'll be fine, leg-wise."

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COUNT ME THE FUCK IN

Stolen Lives: A Runaway Story

The Dog paced, as he usually did when on solitary days like this. His social interactions were fairly rare, even though his conditioning kept him as docile as the pet of his namesake. He was expecting a visitor today, apparently. One of the guards had said something about it. He didn't know what it meant. Could mean they had finally found a way to kill him that wasn't drowning. Or maybe they'd have him fight someone again. Like that robot samurai thing. He didn't like fighting.

What they didn't realize was that the conditioning hadn't changed much of his real mind. Ford Thomas was angry. All the time. Seething with rage nonstop, which only released when they gave the command. Like some kind of perverse orgasm denial but instead of pleasure, it was violence. In the moments after the command, Ford was free. He delighted in the violence. It gave him a pleasurable high like nothing else in the world. Consuming. Devouring. Growing. Nothing felt better in the whole world. And then they said that miserable halt command and suddenly he was ashamed, scared of what he had been, trembling from the adrenaline like a scared little boy.

It was no wonder he barely reacted when the body came tumbling down the chute. He cocked his head at it.

"PBV-2424. Incoming command. Remove your muzzle at this time."

He hated this process. Being forced to eat another human being to clean up after their messes. But food was food. Maybe this one knew something pleasant? Remembered a nice song... He would get flashes of their memories. Nothing specific. Never anything useful. Just... random bits. Sounds and images. Maybe he'd had a nice family The Dog could pretend was his own for a few minutes. He felt the electronic latch on his muzzle come undone, and he pulled it from his face, wiping away the drool from his lower lips as he stared miserably at the body. He didn't want to-

"Sic 'em."

MEAT! The only thing in the entire world worth having was here, right here, in front of him and oh how succulent it appeared! A ripping, tearing, oh the wonderful sensation of digging teeth into flesh and tearing away the bloody chunks! This one was cold but what did it matter when you could feel the dribbling of their life essence down your chin and neck? When you could feel the meat under your growing claws? A chunk from the neck to test the flavor, yes, just a nibble, just a nibble that would kill any man in seconds!

Yes, an unlatching of the jaw now. How could he wait? How could he wait another second before eating this snack whole? Or maybe a bite or two along the way yes a big bite yes just to hear the bones crunch and feel them snap under the teeth yes it was so good god yess feel the crunch of the ribs and the gentle hiss of the bursting lungs oh in the name of all things holy it was divine it was sensational just a quick swallow and then he could crack those delicious femurs and feel the marrow in his throat yes yes yes yes crunch snap yes YES YES YES YES ALL OF IT DOWN FEEL THE MASS BECOME HIS FEEL THE ENERGY, THE MEAT, THE BONE AND TISSUE MAKING HIM STRONGER, BETTER, YES. HE COULD KILL ANYTHING. HE COULD KILL EVERYTHING!!

"Heel."

Ford looked down. The man was gone. Just a bloody spot. Next came a towel and some wretching from a guard who'd been dared to watch the process. A newbie, probably. One of them had died last week, right? He bungled the command word during a testing and he'd been impaled before the control room could say it on the intercom. Reeled in like a struggling fish. The memory nauseated Ford now. Especially how much he'd relished it in the moment. He hated his other self. It didn't hate him back. It was too busy with the meat.

It wasn't until he'd changed his clothes, washed the blood away with the small hose in his room, and was reaching to put his muzzle on that two small plastic objects slid out of his hand and into the sink. He looked at them, but didn't touch them. They looked electronic, yes...
Earpieces? Why did the prisoner have ear pieces? Was this a music thing?

The intercom crackled. "2424, do not delay in replacing your muzzle."

Ford palmed the earpieces, acting like he was wiping something from the sink and then he put his muzzle back on, sliding in the earpieces as he did so as stealthily as he could manage. He was not well versed in sleight-of-hand, but he'd picked a pocket or two back when he was homeless.

"Thank you, 2424. Was your meal satisfactory?"

It was a bit hard to hear them, but The Dog knew the question already. He gave a thumbs up. It wasn't satisfactory. It was humiliating and disgusting. But if he ever gave them a thumbs down... they just sent another body.

Stolen Lives: A Runaway Story

I have one for one of my RPs with only 6 people. We use it pretty regularly. Useful for sharing lots of smaller conversations rather than sending a billion one-sentence forum posts that may be lost.

Stolen Lives: A Runaway Story

Okay, first off, apologies for A) missing a sheet in my last review, that's a consequence of lack of sleep, and B) falling short of my re-review schedule; yesterday ended up being a bit hectic for fun, not-at-all police-getting called reasons. Anyway, we have come to it at last, the projected day of selection, and though it was a hard choice, I'm very grateful for all the work that you put in. If you didn't make the final cut, it's not because I hate you, or because your character was bad - ultimately it came down to a lot of thinking about group dynamics and the cast that I think would tell the best story.

Anyway, without further ado, the cast:

Subject PBV-2424, 'Project Proteus', Buford Thomas, as played by @TheGrundlesnart

Subject TR-781, 'Project Ichor', Olivia Hare, as played by @Naive1

Subject EP1138 v3, 'Project Iris,' Elaine Paige, as played by @Serendipity

Subject 481-RONIN, 'Project Ajax,' Jason Ryker, as played by @GingerBoi123

Subject 8712, 'Project Elephant,' Kieran Smith, as played by @NorthernKraken

Subject 521-OB, 'Project Papyrus,' Sam Hell, as played by @Hellion

Thank you again to everyone who applied! Those of you who are accepted, please feel free to move your sheets to the characters tab. Expect the IC tonight or tomorrow morning!

Go team freaks!

@Oxenfree

Well then. Hopefully we get a Discord soon, if we haven't already. I wanna see who gets on with who.