TheGrundlesnart

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

Aint nothin wrong with a little BUMP and grind.

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

BUFORD CANNON

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Ford Cannon was not in the building yet when the party started. Instead, he was on his way back to the party after making a few stops and calling in a few favors.

Ford gently kicked the door to their floor open and grinned. "Cannon does it again," he cried, pushing forward a literal wagon full of party supplies. A Red Flyer wagon. Like the kind kids would ride around in. It was actually impressive that he'd managed to get it up here without being noticed. Or maybe people owed him the right sets of favors.

Buford scratched at his hair through his beanie as he took final stock to make sure nothing had fallen. He had:
2 Kegs of Heineken
3 Boxes of Boxed Wine
2 Bottles of Jack Daniels
4 orders of 12-count buffalo chicken wings
6 Po-boy sandwiches
1 disco ball
1 Twister set
1 Ouija Board
8 large bags of chips
8 different kinds of dip
1 blow-up sex doll wearing aviator sunglasses
and, to top it all off, a bit of Ayahuasca from, like, the one Peruvian dude in the state. It was pretty damn sweet.

Buford dragged his little red wagon of ridiculous shit into the hallway. "Come forth, children, and partake of my amazing bounty." Ford turned, shooting a smile at the assembled. Now he just needed to find someone who didn't look like they were being talked to yet. Oh, wait, right. He stooped down and pulled the Ayahuasca from the from the bin. Didn't need someone wasting it because they thought it was weed. It didn't work unless you did it right, dude.

Anyways. What was he doing? Right, he was gonna bother people. He spotted Ylva just outside of her room and so he gravitated his merry way over there.

"Ahoy there, Red," he said casually. He was like 99% certain he knew her name already, but he went with a safe alternative just in case. "Ylva, right? We met a few days ago. I think I helped you carry a dresser or something into the dorm? Maybe that was someone else. Sorry. I'm Buford Cannon, just call me Ford, like the truck. Anyways. How are you doing, huh? How are things back home in Oslo? Family staying warm?"

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

Isaac sat quietly, looking as if he was watching the game when in reality he was just staring vaguely downward. He was seated just behind Bernie, so it almost seemed like he was just staring at the back of her head.

He didn't really react to the game or to what was going on around him. He just seemed to be having a very cerebral evening, almost locked away, struggling with some problem in his head.

That was, until the mention of going inside. Isaac blinked for what felt like the first time in several minutes and looked around, as if making sure he was caught up with his surroundings. "We could go in. I'm not seeing this turning around any time soon. Though I don't think they'll be set up for the dance yet. We'd basically just be sitting in a partially decorated, basically empty school."

Isaac realized fairly immediately that this prospect was probably an argument in favor of going in rather than one against it for most of this group. And... well... with a blush, he realized that it might be worth his efforts, too.

None of the Sinners were aware in any real way, but Isaac had been giving Bernie rides home from work for several months now. They got to talk, quite a lot. They often had lunch together.

Isaac had one goal, this evening... and he was nervous as hell about it. So he was quiet, stuck in his head, and strongly considering an attrmpt to be alone with Berns for a few minutes. It would probably happen later when he inevitably gave her a ride home, but... he wanted this done before he could make himself chicken out, or before something bad happened like at the Halloween Party.

Isaac blinked again. How long had he been stuck in thought? "I think it sounds good... Berns?"

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

BOOOMP

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

sorry for my absence i really don't have a good enough reason or explanation. will get working on a post soon

@Stekkmen

Ya know what?
I respect that confession. Lol.

I look forward to your post.

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

BUMPITY BUMP BUMP

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

MASTER OF CEREMONIES

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SPARROW, MILK, & HEMLOCK

SPARROW and MILK,
The creature speaks to you. Its voice is like a rasping whisper from a distant place being sent to you via a long tunnel. It is far away from you, but its voice sounds as if it is standing right in front of you.

"Womb," it said simply, one tendril plucking the arrows from its body bloodlessly and casually crushing their shafts. "Require womb. Must make more." It points a tendril at you, Milk.

The plastic tape making up its body shudders with a mass of crinkling noises. "Will find another."

The creature turns away and begins to stalk in the general direction of Steelbird Landing. "More at the Landing..."

HEMLOCK, You feel Him even as you walk. You detect him, moving in your same direction. You walk now with this avatar of the Maelstrom, even if some distance lies between you now. His un-heart pulses just as yours does, in perfect synchronization. You feel it in your bones.

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.