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Post by Vetti on Apr 8, 2017 10:55:40 GMT -5
DROP #8 Sorry for the delay this month, guys! Everyone who posted in the month of March was included! Items that arrived this drop:atticus kai 's ktm adventure R motorbike w/ spare parts & tire Silas Harte 's backpack w/ a few personal items (photo album, teddy bear, spare sunglasses, extra briefs and socks, bottle of whiskey) Zephira Crichton 's Springfield 1911 9mm semi automatic stainless steel pistol w/ holster Jaron Namir 's Sir Meowington (his Allerca Hypoallergenic Cat) @wyn 's large wheeled crate of 60,000 nails Your characters have until April 19th to pick up their things. Remember, you must post with that character in order to retrieve their stuff! Anything remaining on the 20th is up for grabs by any character, though they must be snatched that day. Anything not picked up or snagged will be subject to those pesky, good-for-nothing nomads on the 21st. Characters who didn't receive anything this drop are still welcome to participate in this thread!
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Apr 8, 2017 17:30:36 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling The amount of luck that Zee had had since landing on Petra Exterior was mind boggling. Naturally, she had assumed that she would get all of the items she had packed away, but she certainly hadn't expected to get them all so soon. The only thing she'd been waiting on was the handgun and there it was, gleaming beautifully in the sunlight. Her fingers traced over the cool steel of the barrel and down to the wooden grip. Her fingers curled around it and she lifted it out of the case, carefully inspecting it. The weapon was just as beautiful as the day she'd bought it and packed it away. Even though she knew that she had packed it unloaded she still popped the clip out and checked it then pulled the slide back to make sure there wasn't a round in the chamber. Even then she couldn't help but feel that she should have packed a few extra loaded clips, but whatever. She couldn't go back in time and change what she had packed or how she had packed it.
She put the gun back in the case next to the holster then closed the lid and snapped it shut. Now all she had to do was take it home, load the clip, and she'd be even more protected when she went off exploring. But she was a curious girl and couldn't just leave without being nosy and looking to see what some of the other colonists had gotten. She grabbed the case and started walking, her eyes sweeping over the other items that were being unloaded -- a dirt bike and tire, a backpack, a crate with wheels, and what looked like a kennel.
It was the kennel that was more interesting than anything else that had been dropped off -- and not only because Jaron's name was on it -- so that was where Zee went. She set her case down on the ground next to it then knelt down and peered into the front of the cage. "Oh." She murmured softly. "Hi, kitty." She sat up and looked around, trying to spot Jaron in the growing crowd of people, but she was sure that he would eventually show up to see if he'd gotten anything. And if he didn't then she'd just have to bring the cat to him. She smiled to herself then leaned back down and poked a finger into the front of the kennel to scratch the top of the cat's head. "Y'know, I always wanted a cat." She said to the animal. "Jaron's gonna have to let me come see you."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Apr 11, 2017 21:08:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]It was so refreshing to be able to take his sweet ass time meandering to the Drop Point, now that he didn't have the Scorch to worry about. Jaron even did a little hop-skip on the way there, though of course when no one else was around to witness said event. Truthfully, he was just in a really good mood, and it had very little to do with the most recent ship that touched down. So much of his life had been planned down to the last second (and hardly any of it ever went right) that for everything to have fallen so beautifully in line with Zee was... euphoric. He wouldn't be able to explain the feeling even if someone sat him down and asked him flat out. He was just... happy. So when he reached the looming ship and the crates, his eyes actually didn't even scan the loot at first - they went to her, and how she looked perfect regardless of what she was doing or what she wore or... anything, really. Lips curving in the barest hint of a smile, he ignored everything and everyone around them and strode forward to crouch behind her. The way she was sitting (doing what, he had yet to deem important enough to focus on) exposed a sliver of her nape, and so Jaron gingerly pressed his lips there in a feathery kiss. "Hi," he whispered, only a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he wanted to drag her back to his cabin (not that she'd do anything other than spring there with him). A breath later, he finally dragged his gaze to the crate in front of her, which wasn't the typical box everyone else's stuff came in. His brain dug itself out of the gutter as it started to recognize the color and shape... And then his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Sir!" he exclaimed, and reached around Zee to unlatch the cage. The feline rushed forward, meowing incessantly and rubbing against any part of Jaron it could reach. He chuckled and scooped the cat up, holding him like a baby and simultaneously petting both his chin and belly. "I missed you so much, oh yes I did," he baby talked, and kissed his furry little head. The cat was purring so loudly it sounded like a motorized something-or-other was rapidly approaching. It took Jaron a solid two minutes to remember he'd just been swooning over Zee, at which point he looked up. His petting slowed, so Sir wiggled out of his grasp and started circling him, rubbing all along his legs. When the creature realized Jaron's attention was divided, he stood tall on Jaron's knee and meowed loudly at Zee. Chuckling, Jaron ruffled the cat's head. "He's a demanding thing, but I wouldn't have him any other way."[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by atticus kai on Apr 12, 2017 0:27:49 GMT -5
| a tticus had been drinking… again. surprised? didn’t think so. he had barely been on this new planet for a week before the first drop came in. being a watcher was boring as hell and he was glad for something to distract him from the annoyance of colonists. much to his displeasure, everyone else seemed to think congregating around the drop point was a great idea. also much to his displeasure, the measly bottle of rum he brought didn’t last long either. mood already soured, atticus shoved past a small opening in the crowd, stopping as he heard a few disgruntled murmurs. atticus swiveled, eyes honing in on the shrill voice that complained of his passing. atticus belched, cheeks puffed to contain the stench of alcohol and partially digested beef jerky, grinning wickedly as he blew it towards the people who shied away from him. but as much as he'd love to heckle citizens, there was something more important here. his bike. fuck yes! atticus rushed to its side, nearly squealing in delight as it's beauty. dark matte black with bright orange accents, and a skull with crossbones decal on the backside. the only thing on this planet that would make him happy! he ran his hand gently up the body of the bike, reaching for the ignition to turn the key and revel at the engines purr. except his key wasnt there. he took a second to recall the moments before his departure of earth, wincing as the memories flooded back. he definitely left the key in the ignition. "fuck!" the man yelled, probably more forceful than he intended. he released his hand from his white knuckled grip, eyes scanning the ground near him. his gaze fell on two people - clearly lovers by their disgusting public show of affections. or this scrawny guy was a creep, but either way it didn't matter. atticus leaned over a large box of - nails? - and waved his hand. "you two see a key around here?" he'd play nice for now, until he got what he needed. then he was going to take that whiskey bottle in the pack over yonder and head for the hills. |
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Apr 12, 2017 11:29:52 GMT -5
Easter Came Early
So, another month have passed. It flew by so quickly, Colette began to feel like that German young man in that novel, staying at the health clinic in the Swiss Alps. Time for another drop. For a whole month, the young medic kept her fingers crossed in hopes that her synthesizer will finally arrive. She felt her fingers aching for the touch of those keys while playing a concerto or a jazz piece. Then, a few days before the drop, another desire came over her. In her dream, she saw herself reunited with the most awesome little piece of fluff ever created by the Holy Pasta: Edgar, her not-exactly-well-behaving but lovely and super-cute tabby cat. She saw this as a sign, and was completely sure that Edgar will be in the next drop, and she will be reunited with the love of her life.
When the big day came, she took the trek to the drop point, expecting to hold her kitty in her arms soon. But when she arrived, the cold, harsh reality soon burst her bubble of dreams and threw her into the pit of despair. As she walked to the drop sight, she noticed a few people already there. One of them was Zee, probably the most awesome person around (well, second most awesome after her, of course), always nice to bump into. But then, she noticed someone else - Jaron, the second-rate musician who shouted her head off when she just wanted to be friendly, and almost dropped her out of his car. She frowned, as she realized these two apparently were in good terms with each other, and that meeting that bum will be inevitable if she wants to pick up her drop. Then, there was a third person, someone she haven't met yet. It was a giant towering mountain of a man, well, the next in the line, apparently. She wondered if whoever engineered this exodus to their new home planet, wanted to conduct some evolutionary experiment, populating the new world solely by wannabe wrestlers and giant barbarians. Where were the intellectual guys, the skinny hipsters, the nerds, in one word: the cool people, she wondered.
"Hi, Zee!", she greeted her friend with a smile, then looked at the so-called entertainer with a frown, and quickly looked away, uttering only a dry "Hello." Then, as she passed the other guy, she greeted him as well, not exactly sure if she spoke French or not: "Bonjour, Monsieur Montagne."
However, Colette's mood suddenly went downhill, as she quickly realized there were nothing for her in the new drop. No synthesizer, no kitty, not even an envelope with a letter saying 'Sorry, but screw you!'. Nothing. And then, she saw it. She couldn't believe her eyes when she noticed that Mr. I'm So Cool I Have a Car was holding a cat! His cat! He was petting it, apparently happy to see it again, with Zee standing by, sharing his joy. Whaaaaaaaaaat???!! She missed a step and almost fell when she came to this shocking realization, throwing her into the hell of despair and sorrow in a single moment. It... is... not... fair... she uttered in herself while watching what seemed to be a bad dream. Why did they send his cat and not mine?? What did he do to deserve it? And why can't I see Awesome Edgar again?? He's such a jerk! And still, he got what he desired... He seems so happy... It... is... not... fair...!
Alright. Try not to cry. You can do it. You can get out of here without anyone noticing you're feeling like if you were a character in a film by Béla Tarr. His cat was so lame anyways. Edgar would send it to kitty kingdom come by a single glance. It was nothing compared to his super-cat. Can't even compete. Never ever. Be happy with it, mister. You'll never get to have a cat possessing the super-awesomeness of Edgar. She shrugged, as she looked at the two, and decided to find out if she can find some booze around the colony.
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Post by Qën on Apr 19, 2017 21:19:07 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | Being here was... weird. Sure, he was growing more comfortable around the aliens and starting to understand the nuances of how they communicated with one another (body language, he was finding, had more to do with it than one would think), but being surrounded by so many of them was... disconcerting, to say the least.
Trying and most certainly failing to appear natural, Qën maneuvered through the light crowd, eyes casually scanning the items strewn along the ground. To him, none of it appeared at all important, but these people were crumpling over the square things like they were prized possessions. Curious, the pseudoman approached one such object that had yet to be grasped. Head cocking to the side, he crouched down to lift up the top (he only knew to do this from seeing the others do the same). As if expecting something to jump out from it, Qën brought his eyes level to the crease he created in the thing, studying it carefully. When nothing attacked him, he straightened a little more and took the lid the rest of the way off. It fell to the ground with a thud, revealing smaller items inside.
Brow creasing, he first reached for the thing that looked like.... A small, fake version of himself? Minus the antlers, of course - but it was very similar. It was soft in his hands, causing him to rubs his fngers along his palms after setting it back down for how strange it made them feel. The other objects were nothing he would even pretend to understand. On the side of the crate, he just now realized, were symbols he could not read: Silas Harte. He ran a hand over the markings, trying to discern their meaning. No one else seemed all that concerned with them.
As he contemplated, Qën saw a few of the two-leggeds pick up their boxes and head any which way. Oh. So... They were not meant to remain stationary? But.. Where would he take his? He didn't even know what any of the possessions were for, but if that was the way..... His hands gripped the edges lightly, weighing the pros and cons. Pro: he would look more normal carrying it away like everyone else. Con: he would then become responsible for whatever it was he held. Other con: he had no use for anything he was looking at.
All he really cared about was assimilating. Guess I'll take it, then..., he thought, getting a firmer grip on the box as he pushed to a stand.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Apr 21, 2017 6:58:13 GMT -5
Easter Came Early
Colette was slowly circling the site, ready to leave, when she noticed another person arriving. He seemed kinda familiar. It took her a minute until she realized it was none other than the mysterious deaf-mute guy she met once out in the wilderness in the midsts of the scorch. And then, he mysteriously disappeared, leaving no clue about himself. It was probably the great mystery she encountered since she arrived to this awful planet.
Slowly taking a few steps closer to the guy, she noticed he was picking up a crate, with the name 'Silas Harte' stamped on it. Not much being in the mood for a chat, neverthless, Col was now definately curious. He just disappears in the middle of the jungle, and suddenly turns up right here. He was disecting a backpack with some personal items in it, including a Teddy bear. This guy was definately weird, she thought, as she took a few steps even closer.
"Silas... So that's what you're called.", she spoke up, "Aren't you too old to play with Teddy bears?"
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Apr 23, 2017 15:28:28 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling The kiss to her nape was enough to make a shiver run down Zee's spine. The cat was, suddenly, of far less importance as her attention automatically refocused on Jaron. She sat upright and turned, a smile already on her lips. "Hey," she murmured then leaned closer to kiss him. It made her feel a little bit light headed and giddy because something she'd wanted had actually happened. Judging purely by the look on Jaron's face he was just as happy about their situation as she was. Her smiled widened a bit when she leaned back. "You---"
"Sir!"
"--have a delivery." Zee finished, laughing as Jaron opened the cage to let the cat out. Her mouth hung open for a few seconds when Jaron scooped the cat into his arms and started baby talking to it. Seriously? "You're so cute." She finally said, then reached to scratch the cat behind his ear. "And you are too, Sir."
She was content to sit there and scratch the cat's ears, but when he wriggled out of Jaron's arms she looked up at Jaron, who was already looking at her. Zee could feel the heat rushing to her face as she started to blush, and it made her feel a little dumb. Thankfully Sir's loud meow made her look down at him and she scratched under his chin. "Y'know." She said, her gaze sliding toward Jaron. "I've heard that people and their pets are a lot alike." Because Jaron was definitely demanding, too.
Another voice cut through the air, and the force of it made Zee flinch. She turned to look for the source of it, and it wasn't dificult to find.... considering there was a giant of a man walking toward them. From the look of him Zee was pretty sure that he could benchpress a her and Jaron with just his pinkie fingers. She was already short enough, but being crouched down on the ground while a giant man stood not too far away made her feel insignificant, so she stood.
"A key?" She repeated then shook her head. "I haven't seen one, but we'll help you look." She nudged Jaron with her elbow and looked over to him. "Right?" A second later she heard her name and turned. "Col!" She called out to the other woman, and was already walking toward her. The look on her face, however, when she greeted Jaron made Zee stop dead in her tracks. Her brows furrowed and she turned to look at Jaron. "What was that about?"
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Nemus
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Post by Jaron Namir on Apr 23, 2017 16:29:11 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]When she leaned in to kiss him, Jaron had the embarrassing moment of panic that this was all going to get caught on camera and Zee was going to be plastered all over every tabloid as his "fling of the moment". He was stiff when their lips first met, but relaxed a second later as he remembered there weren't paparazzi on this planet... Yet. Her laugh was music to his ears, but he was thoroughly distracted by Sir, so he hardly noticed. He didn't even realize when he was making a fool of himself talking to the cat like they were in his living room, until Zee commented. Stilling, Jaron's eyes flicked up to her, a bashful smirk at his lips. "...Thanks," he half-chuckled, smirk broadening as Sir leaned into the hand Zee scratched him with. People and their pets are a lot alike. What? "How am I de-..." He cut off, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring slightly. She wasn't talking about.. that, was she? Clearing his throat, he looked away just in time to catch sight of an approaching someone's legs. His gaze lifted before the guy spoke, and he immediately prickled. The dude reeked of booze, and had no business being anywhere near Zee. Not because he was any shade of jealous, but because the guy seemed... volatile, to put it lightly. Jaron was perfectly fine remaining on the ground and waiting for the goliath to choose someone else to bother, but since Zee stood, he did, too. The man was grossly muscled (in his opinion), but actually not that much taller than Jaron. And he was drunk enough that a strong breeze would probably blow him off course. Jaron grimaced at the stench, even though he knew he'd been this guy a million times over. "Sorry man, I just got here. I haven't seen a key either," he offered at Zee's little jab. Finding a key in this mess? Good luck. "Have you checked the other side of the ship? Or maybe the cargo hold?" Whatever would get his drunken ass away from them. Even Sir was hanging back, peering around from behind Jaron's calf. And then things continued on the steady decline, because the blonde who talked way too much apparently knew Zee. His eyes flicked to his girlfriend (insert girly giggle here) to gauge her reaction, which was too bubbly for Jaron's health. Not that he had any problem whatsoever with Zee being that way, it was just... He was going to be in trouble if all three of them ever had to be together for very long. He could put on a facade to beat the band, but with the clipped greeting Colette gave him, he wasn't so sure she'd play along without pointing out to everyone around them that he was being strange. He sighed, offering a quiet, "Hi."Sir, on the other hand, was all about making new friends, and came out from behind Jaron to circle Colette's ankles. What a traitor! The blonde's expression, though, was far from friendly, and suddenly a little concerned the girl would kick him, Jaron called Sir back to him. Being constantly on the road with the creature had made him fairly obedient, thankfully. "Uhm," he started, massaging the back of his neck with a hand. "I gave her a ride back to the mountains once during the Scorch," he explained simply, gaze trailing after Colette to make sure she exited earshot. "I was tired, she wouldn't stop talking." Not to mention yelling. "It was a two hour drive."[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by atticus kai on Apr 27, 2017 13:42:55 GMT -5
| a tticus scoffed at the two lovebirds. of course they were no help. what else should he expect? and the bubbly blonde babbling to him in french? she could piss off too. what a PE thing to do - give him some hope and then dash it upon the rocks of despair. fucking a man. his watching instincts kicked in (somehow through the fog of drunk he was living in) and he spied another person approaching. a carrot top - and an awkward one at that. the movements he made were forced, almost like he was still refining basic motor skills. did this joker just land on the planet and wake up from cyro? either way, atticus already didnt trust him. well to be fair that was the case with all the people here, but this one he EXTRA didnt trust. atticus eyed the man as he grabbed for a bag, tearing through bins and carts in a futile search for his key. he sighed, rolling his eyes as he stumbled over to the cargo hold. french girls voice carried over to his ears, "arent you a little old to play with teddy bears?" atticus looked them both up and down, hell yeah he was too old. and that bag was where he spied that alcohol, which he wanted. rubbing warmth into his fists, atticus approached the duo. "silas? don't quite look like a silas there, buddy." he drew a heavy hand over his face, tugging at the ends of his beard. "you sure that bag is yours?" he pressed further, voice hardening. he could hear the murmurs of the other bystanders quiet as the edge of his voice attracted attention. if it's a show they wanted, its a show they would get. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Apr 29, 2017 11:13:38 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | He hadn't been expecting anyone to approach him here, so when a voice drifted to his ears, Qën jolted in surprise. Eyes flicking to the person, he realized he'd met her before - she was the one who had frightened him by speaking extremely quickly back before he understood their language. There were still plenty of phrases he didn't comprehend, but others had become commonplace - like her telling him he was called Silas. Qën had not heard this title, but the female intimidated him, so he just nodded in acceptance. "Yes," he added for extra assurance, though by that time she had said something else his brain couldn't decipher.
Someone else appeared moments later, creating quite the ruckus on the way over. Qën eyed him warily. The male's steps were very uncoordinated, and for a moment the Ursa wondered if this was another Native. He didn't smell like one, though; in fact, he smelled like something Qën never wanted his nose around around. Face scrunching at the stench, he took a step sideways as the man grew closer.
"Yes?" he repeated when this man, too, called him Silas. He didn't know what a Silas was, but apparently he was going to have to get used to the nomer. He rather liked his name, though. Was he sure.... what? Crap, he missed a couple words there. The tone was unmistakable though, and others around them noticed it too. Qën's gaze lifted to meet the many now glued to him and the larger male next to him. Feeling squirrely under their scrutiny, his brow furrowed and he closed the bag he was examining. Because the basics of conversation were lost to him in this form, he turned and started walking away.
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Psychology
Exurbia
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on May 2, 2017 15:53:02 GMT -5
Easter Came Early
So, you can talk, afterall, Colette thought when she unexpectedly heard the weird guy she thought to be deaf and mute to answer with a simple 'yes' to her inquiry about his identity. Was he just playing around with her previously or what? Pretending not being able to speak to confuse her? Or was it an effect of the scorch? She then rolled her eyes when Mr. Eiffel Tower came over and asked Mr. Lennie Small if he was sure that the package belonged to him. What if he wasn't actually called Silas and he just picked up someone else's stuff? Given the strange man's childish and most probably mentally challenged nature, it was very possible. But well, who cares, the medic shrugged. She was curious, but not in the mood now to deal with grown-up kids like this fellow. She needed a bottle of vodka and a place to hide, and nothing else at the moment.
It was even stranger when Lennie aka Silas aka Whoknowshisname answered yes to the walking mountain's question as well. Then, feeling threatened, he began to move away, with the bag still in his hand. Feeling an urge to interfere and negotiate between the two, but also being in a kinda passive I don't care about the world which hates me mood, Col just looked at He-Man in a calm downbeat manner. "Is he really not called Silas?", she asked, then explained, "I've met him back during the scorch, wondering around an open field. I wouldn't say he's exactly 'alright' if you know what I mean."
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Post by Zephira Crichton on May 7, 2017 17:57:47 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling Zee's expression soured when the giant man scoffed at her and Jaron, despite her offer to help him search for the key. "I'm going to choose to think that that scoff was a "thank you for offering to help me." and not that you're being an ungrateful shit." She responded, eyes narrowed. But, of course, she knew that the drunk was just being a shit head, and it made her even less inclined to help him. Screw it, he look for the key by himself, then he could go drive around PE drunk and crash into a tree and break his neck for all she cared.
Colette was enough of an interruption for Zee to forget about the man. Instead she focused on her icy greeting and questioned Jaron about it, because the blonde had already walked off and was talking to someone else. "Oh." She said as Jaron explained what had happened. Col was definitely a talker and that didn't mix well with being tired and grumpy because of being tired -- at least she assumed Jaron had been grumpy. "It happens. But she's not so bad once you get to know her. She's actually pretty funny." But she wouldn't force him to interact with someone just because she was friends with them.
As she talked about Colette her gaze was drawn back to her and the man she was talking to .... and the giant drunk, whose voice was just too loud. She frowned and even though it wasn't really any of her business she walked over, because who was he to think he had the right to push anyone around? And who was he to make judgements about what other people brought with them. So what if a grown man brought a teddy bear, it probably had some kind of sentimental value to him. She doubted drunk had an ounce of sentimentality in his body.
"Aren't you a little too old to be bullying people you don't know?" She asked, placing herself next to Colette and between Atticus and the man who was now walking away. "Don't you have better things to do? Like find that key you're so worried about?"
made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography
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watching
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Played by lia
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Post by atticus kai on May 7, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -5
| a tticus watched the man leave through narrowed eyes, the slightest of sneers curling at his lips. he did nothing to stop him, just noting his features for when if they next meet. if there was one thing life taught him: don't trust a carrot top. atticus wasnt dead yet so, so far so good. his attention shifted slightly as the girl next to him resumed conversation - he craned his neck to glance down at her. was everyone this small? her mood improved some since he first saw her - she still seemed like she was holding some sort of upset in her shoulders, but her voice was stable. atticus eyed her warily. that's what the crazies do. he crossed him arms, and edged to the side so as to look at her from an angle. "wouldn't suspect so. you should avoid people like that, for your own safety." not that he necessarily cared - of course not! it was his job as a watcher, and if he could get the people to watch THEMSELVES he wouldn't have to do anything and that was great. atticus eyed the crates more, and spotted his helmet hanging from the edge of one just a few paces away. he swept it up quickly, rolling it over in his hand to ensure it wasnt broken, when the key fell out from the helmet onto his feet. seriously? with one forcefully bitter laugh, atticus was ready to turn tail and leave the drop point when the little mouse-girl placed herself next to colette. he knew before she even said anything (he ignored her previous comments about him being a shit. he knew he was) that was going to continue bitching. looks like everyone WAS that small. the "anger" in her voice nearly made him laugh in sheer amusement. she reminded him of a tiny teddy bear that would try SO hard to seem tough but definitely didn't have a backbone. atticus didn't hide it, letting a sarcastic grin stretch across his face. him? a bully? no he just called people on their shit and people got too sensitive. "no, i actually just do it for fun. already found it," atticus noted triumphantly, then adding, "now excuse me, little hobbit, i have some bullying to do." he replied, feet carrying him past them without another word. the last thing he needed on his agenda was some midget making his blood pressure rise. with one swift and practiced movement, atticus mounted his bike and snapped the clasp on his helmet. he winked at the crowd (you know, the asshole-y type of wink) and sped off through the desert-y landscape, leaving a plume of black heavy smoke in his wake. fuck PE. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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Twenty-Seven
Marksman
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Post by Logan Street on May 7, 2017 19:17:13 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Logan had been watching. Leaning against a post with his ankles crossed, and his arms folded over his broad chest. His eyes studying the entire demeanor, and the way his Ella was scoffing towards the drunken idiot. He had his eyes on the Silas box. Of course he had. Logan always hung around waiting for the no –shows. Whether the box owner was dead, or just too tired to come, he didn’t give a fuck.
But what caught his attention most was not the abandoned box. It was the goon that was mouthing off about every little thing. His jaw clenched, just as he watched his little Ella get in the idiots face. Logan stretched his shoulders back before sighing and headed towards the group with deliberate and completely silent steps. He was walking towards where the lumbering man’s back was.
No one talked to Cinderella like that except him. And whomever the pansy ass that was with her was doing, it was being nothing but a pansy ass – Like Logan had assumed.
He took two steps past the drunk, before with the skills only a SEAL would have he spun around and his fist lunged forwards to connect with a large jaw. Logan was not weak. Logan was quick. Logan was a trained killing machine. There was no way any one with alcohol in their system could dodge it, and with as much strength as he had, the lumbering fool would surely fall backwards. Instantly stepping back away from him.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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