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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Yosemite Shell}

The noise of some serious Canadian crashing erupted behind her. Mariah had to admit then, that she had been pretty into her scratch off tickets, and wasn't paying attention to much else. As she looked over her shoulder, she not only saw a guy in a large-- A naked butt.

Why was his ass out?

Generally when you wear assless chaps you wear pants underneath them right?
Or something? Did it really matter?

That was all she needed to see as, quietly as she could, Mariah began gathering her things up. Luckily the teleportation of Penny and Isla happened at the right moment. Good. Surely that would be enough distraction for her to make her way out of the door, as this lunatic was a few paces away from her but she was definitely out of his sight, somehow. How had he managed to walk all the way past her?

--Isla and Penny? Was she having a weird dream again? Mariah blinked heavily, shook her head, and-- nope. That man's vaguely concave ass was still there.

Nightmare, then?

She gave one final glance to the gas station attendant, noticed that he was very subtly moving his hands underneath whatever gas station attendant desk thingy he stood behind, and he had the nerve to wink at her. Whatever weapon he was about to use to defeat double assless-man over there, she wasn't gonna stick around to find out. Mariah would have laughed if she wasn't already moving toward the door. That's right she just walked out. Of course, the door cling-y clang'd, but she took a very sharp turn out of it and began sprinting.

Here's precisely the order in which she saw things: First the horse, second Madison's car, next a spiral of asphalt and sky and asphalt, then finally all of her stuff strewn all over the ground. As she stared at the sky, she started to wonder if she should just start wearing a helmet around, whenever the coven was involved. And when she heard the hoarse snorting triumphantly, she suddenly understood why they were made into glue. An acute need to turn this beautiful majestic animal into a fine paste was burning within her.

"Motherfucker kicked me," Mariah admitted allowed to make the event more tangible.

Shocked, in pain, and dazed, Mariah was thankful that at least she'd thrown her items far enough away from the stupid thing, that she could gather them in relative peace. So there she was in a gas station parking lot, having been kicked by a horse, scrambling for scratch off tickets, a pickle, an open bottle of soda, and a very distressed bag of Takis.

Wait why was Madison's car here?
Oh yeah-- she still had no idea what was going on.

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

I could slide the outside groupies toward some non-gm necessary banter that'd get us into the castle to meet the other chumps...
Thats why I asked about the GM style cause sandboxing slightly would allow that.

But 2nd problem is GM aint been on in days lmaooo

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

@Squirrel98
He mentioned they were free to leave and go do whatever.
Hope this helps!

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

Prince Tol Anzi-de Carragua

^@AnyAlex

Prince Tol's head tilted to the side as he stared a Marcus. "You're... joking right? Surely even you can see that your say in this matter has been quite limited by Her Highness? Shaking his head, the Prince laughed before sharply continuing, "To make it so spelled out that even a daft barbarian could understand-- You're taking one of us. Which one is currently up for deliberation. But you're absolutely taking one of us." His temper was in the edge of his voice-- that short fuse practically sputtering.

Prince Tol straightened up then, almost looking regal, "Is that clear? When they tell you their decision, it will be up to you to either accept or state your preference."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Road}

She slept in the dark and dreamless manner that was reserved for those in comas or the recently deceased. So it was that when Mariah woke up, it was less of a waking and more of a regaining consciousness. Disoriented, sweaty, and a little bit uncomfortably moist, her immediate first instinct was to get out of the car. As the bottom of her bare foot met the hot ass Florida asphalt, her delay in registering the pain, was only overshadowed by her gratitude, for having not stepped on a used meth needle. After sliding her tennis shoes on, which were in a heap along with the rest of her poolside items, Mariah adjusted her hat, slid her oversized fan between the top of her sweatpant-shorts and her hip, then practically shambled into the gas station store.

As salmon know instinctively to go back their spawning grounds, so does Mariah know how to find Takis in a gas station Market. Her half asleep walking lead her with homing precision the chips isle, over to the beverages where she quickly located a cream soda, and finally to the miscellaneous isle where she snagged a single hot mama-- a well aged cucumber, floating in a vinegary salty brine, within its innocent plastic containment unit. Surely this would be a tasty treat for such a long drive.

Which come to think of it, Mariah only figured they were driving because she happened to be in a car, in some random point in Florida's unknown midline, at some random gas station. Who was even driving? Had she happened to wake in the middle of a kidnapping? As she approached the check out counter, the dark skinned extremely Indian attendant stared at her in confusion, squinted at her selection of items, and met her apathetically exhausted gaze as she just shrugged at him. He smirked, shook his head at her, then eyed the security camera footage on a small tube TV, mumbling something about, "So many cowboy hats here at the same time today," as he rang up her items.

Mariah yawned and seeing as nobody else was in the line behind her, she eyed the large selection of lottery tickets, which could be scratched off with a coin to reveal cash prizes. "WIN BIG" insisted a sign on the plastic reel bin, which hosted several varieties of scratch-off tickets--costing anywhere from 10 cents to 5 dollars a piece.

"The fast 5 has been selling like crazy today," the attendant advised her smoothly. Pursing her lips for a moment Mariah eventually told him, "Yeah I'll get like twelve then." What a smile, the attendant went over to the lottery tickets, then began to pull a chain of FAST 555's out of their reel, counting them off under his breath.

She passed him two twenties, he passed her back a five and a bunch of coins, then leaned onto the counter, indicating with a tilt of his head, a small wooden podium next to the register, which was covered in the discarded remains of scratch-off lottery tickets.

With another shrug, Mariah went over to the little podium, opened up her cream soda, then began to scratch off her tickets, with a nickel, as the gas station attendant not so-subtly began making flirty small talk. The gas station door-bell clanged as someone else walked in, but nobody really paid any attention to it.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

I'm opposed but I'll join.
Historically, in my experience, Discord either becomes awkward silence or memes when they're associated with this forum. If it actually helps with collaborations\plot stuff then I won't mind.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

I'm using a combo of keyboard edit and talk to text since i recently got wrist surgery,
so if you see Viernes' name as a placeholder "Character" or "Tom", thats why lol.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

Cool. How will the flow of this RP go?
Is this more sandbox or will we have to wait for the GM more than not?
How much control over NPCs do we have? Is it situation dependent?

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

What's the GM style here?
Is this more sandbox or do we wait for replies?
Fyi I'm using A combination of text to speech and phone typing and a lot of good thoughts until I'm in less medical condition. My replies will be slow. Do we have to post in order? Or is it more of an anarchy style?