Whirlwind

Experiments

Yeah a post with what is happening more clearly would be helpful. I don't understand if all the doors are able to open now or not so my character can get out =P

Of the Last of Us

Keela couldn’t help but stare as black fur became flesh, four paws became two hands and two feet, but the eyes, one stayed the same. The other was suddenly yellow. She was rather in awe of his ability until he said hi, which brought her out of her thoughts and made her shake her head, take one more step back and blush. ”Yes, hello,” she said with a chuckle, embarrassed for them both that he had to change in front of her. She hesitated for just a second before speaking again, and gently taking a few more steps towards him, her hand outstretched in greeting. She certainly didn’t want to make an enemy of a man who could become a panther and carried daggers with him. ”My name is Keela. I’m sorry for touching your things but… well, I’ve just never seen anyone who could be both man and beast,” she said, almost a little excitement in her voice. Who could be more at one with animals and nature than someone who could be a part of both worlds? How fascinating! She wanted to know more about him but part of her mind still was concerned about his weaponry.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

ayzrules said
esp whirlwind

Thank you ^_^

Of the Last of Us

Keela waited as the panther seemed to be debating or hesitating, perhaps, she thought, deciding whether or not to attack her. But then the beast rolled its shoulders in a shrug sort of way. Keela smiled when she heard the thud. ”Oh what’s this now?” she asked almost to herself and not the cat, hearing some clanking sound that certainly wasn’t natural in a forest. She continued to hold her hands up as she slowly, gently approached him, smiling still until she reached his pack. ”Is this yours, dear?” she asked, looking curiously through the bag. Swords, clothes, nothing an animal would need. “Well how odd,” she murmured under her breath before noticing the rope that had tied it to the animal laid on the ground. ”Did someone tie these to you? Do you belong to someone?” she asked, frowning slightly as she attempted to understand. Looking in the beast’s eyes though, something was far too human… it truly was understanding her. Which could mean… ”These are your things…” she said quietly, slowly, before setting them down on the ground with wide eyes, now a bit afraid. ”I’m sorry for touching your things…” she said quietly, unsure of what race this could possibly be. A human but a panther? Carrying swords? Certainly not friendly although he had yet to attack her. She took a few steps back, unsure now if he would hurt her or not. Animals were one thing. This amalgam of man and beast was something else entirely.

Of the Last of Us

Okie dokie

Of the Last of Us

Zmerr said
Just a few clarifications:1) it is not a jungle island. I know the jungle is mentioned a lot in my posts, but that is because Zmerr grew up in one. but that was many years ago.2) Grammar doesn't have to be perfect, so don't worry about it too much. If I or anyone else does not understand, just ask in the OOC. 3) There are already a few nude scenes. I must ask now, that nudity is kept to a minimum and that there be NO ERP whatsoever. Romance is fine, but keep it clean as I am not sure of everyone's age. Even if everyone is over 18, I guarantee that people under 18 will stumble across this.Thank you!

Clarifying that I never intended any other player to walk up on mine in the creek, thus why she was dressed by the end of my post =P

Of the Last of Us

Keela let the bird flit away, just watching curiously. They were all going in one direction so she turned to where they were coming from to get a feel of what startled them. After a few steps she felt that ominous feeling of being watched that one gets either from paranoia or their instincts, and she looked around her. Her feet were stopped in the dirt and she tilted her head, looking for something out of place in the surroundings. That’s when her eyes landed on a rather large black cat. Panther, she suspected. She had no idea there were just beasts on this isle. Tilting her head the other way before giving a closed lip smile she held up her hands to the cat to show no weapons. ”I mean you no harm. Just as I’m sure you have no interest in harming me. Were you the one that frightened the birds?” she asked him, often speaking to the animals as if they could understand, which she believed they did. Though she had no idea just how well this particular panther could hear and understand her words.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Wintergrey said
I made him in the thought of halloween... you could probably tell

Aaaand now "This is Halloween" is stuck in my head

Experiments

{Area Unknown}

[Subject 006 cell]

Date: 22-7-2014 Time: 9 am

Subject Six stirred in her sleep, her unwashed auburn hair falling onto her face and tickling her nose. She brushed it away and tried to pry her eyes open. Oh god were they sore. She groaned, furrowing her brow. She had a horrible headache. She reached her hand, shaking slightly, to her face. Her fingers hit a thick gauze over her eyes. She felt it across her face and realized it was made into the form of glasses so she could remove it if she wanted and put it back on easily. She hesitated, practicing opening and closing her eyes behind the gauze before tentatively lifting it. For a second, everything she saw in the room was tinted a pretty lilac color. Her lips parted in shock as she barely had time to wonder where she was, before a blast of energy left her eyes and pinged around the room. She yelped, quickly pulling the gauze back over her face and shivering on the thin excuse for a mattress before the blast sizzled, hitting the corner of the foot of the bed and stopping the blast.

The girl held her knees to her chest, slowly feeling what she was wearing. A hospital gown. She hadn’t been wearing a hospital gown before had she? Wait, what had she been wearing? She frowned. She couldn’t even remember what she looked like. I am… she thought to herself, suddenly realizing she didn’t know her own name. Panic began to set, in, her heart rate leaping up and breathing spiking. She couldn’t see without some sort of purple blast escaping her eyes (which couldn’t be normal), someone had changed her clothes (she knew that much at least), and she had no idea who she was or where she was. She whined softly under her breath until yelping again as a voice spoke over what sounded like a speaker.

<Welcome Subject Six. I hope you slept well. As you’ve probably noticed your memories are gone. We will soon begin training.>

“Training?” she squeaked, throat dry. A door opened and what sounded like more than one pair of feet entered, coming closer to the bed. The girl tried to scramble away but one man grabbed her right arm, the other man her left, pulling her out of the cell.

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{Area Unknown}

[Subject 006 cell]

Date: 3-9-2014 Time: 2:37 am

Subject Six was asleep, but would wake every thirty minutes or so to scream from a night terror. She kept having flash backs. People who looked dead. A man putting a mechanism on her eye to keep it open and then coming at it slowly with a needle. Trying to scream in the dark but unable to. These things haunted her. Almost every day they ‘trained’. She was dragged from her cell in the beginning, and now she walked slowly with them out. She had figured out her room, and the closet within where she could get changed. There was a shower as well but the water that came out was very slow. Probably to prevent subjects from drowning themselves. She was currently in her pajamas or what felt like them anyway. They were a soft stretchy pant and shirt that she had no idea what color they were. She kicked feverishly in her bed, the sheets coming off for the third time so far that night when the intercom startled her awake. Another subject? There were other people trapped here like her? She sat straight up and listened intently. She had tried blasting her door before to no avail, so Subject Six simply got out of her bed and made her way to the door, yanking on it in hopes someone else had unlocked it. She no longer wore the gauze on her face, so she had to keep her eyes closed. She hoped the other subjects were nice so she didn’t have to open them.

Of the Last of Us

Since coming to the Island of Ruins, Keela had built herself a little home. She didn’t like breaking off forest life, but had managed to find broken and fallen trees, and a little outcropping of tall, thin trunked trees, white with few branches. She had cut down a space in the middle of them, and tied the surrounding ones by bending them over to create a roof. After a few rainfalls, patches made, and more tied down, Keela had a good seal over her head. She also began weaving a mat out of large green leaves and it now covered the floor of her home. The scrap wood was tied together to form a sort of door to her home, and here she began living. It was a pretty little makeshift home, quiet and at one with nature. She had been making pottery as well, letting it dry out in the sun, to house various herbs and plants, mixtures and medicines she made from what she could find on the island. Some of the plant life was new to her but most she recognized thanks to her mother.

On this particular day, Keela had risen before the sun and gone to a nearby creek she had made sure to build a home near, bathed as the sun rose, and then redressed in one of the outfits she had managed to escape with (a long sleeved shirt and stretch pants). Her tan skin only became tanner on this isle, and her white hair shone from under the hood of her shirt, along with her alarmingly blue eyes. People tended to fear something different from her, at least humans did, but animals could sense a gentle soul.

After redressing, Keela began walking through the forest for a morning stroll, her hip bag of various items on her and bare feet pressing into soft earth. She heard some birds that sounded fearful above her and frowned, lifting a hand until one landed on her finger. She pet it softly to calm it, wondering what had disturbed them so.