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Post by aligator on Jun 4, 2017 17:35:05 GMT -5
DROP #10 Items that arrived this drop:Logan Street crate filled with beef jerky, canned goods, and 1000 water filter tablets celia jones medic kit Jaron Namir acoustic guitar Nicolette Blanchet tabby cat named Edgar Ulmer ezra kay large mossberg shotgun w/ 500 rounds of ammo Your characters have until midnight, June 10th to pick up their things. Remember, you must post with that character in order to retrieve their stuff! Characters who didn't receive anything this drop are still welcome to participate in this thread! Please remember to stick to the posting order!
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Post by Logan Street on Jun 4, 2017 17:51:44 GMT -5
The Straight And Narrow Logan was just starting to feel like himself, after one hell of a past few weeks. Finally he was starting to feel healthy again, even if he did look like complete shit. The gashes across his chest were starting to heal, and he finally was able to remove the bandages. Of course he should probably check with Riley first, but he was impatient. She could scold him if he ever saw her again. He’d torn them off, and placed his shirt back on. Still, he looked like shit. Every bit of his clothing was stained, and with the temperature fluctuating to a more colder breeze...well all he wanted was something positive. A drop, well when he saw it in the sky he couldn’t help but grin to himself.
So he slowly made his way there, by himself. Farrah, well they’d parted ways because if they continued to stay together they’d end up injuring one another even more. Actually he hadn’t seen anyone in a while. Focused more on healing than anything. But he made the long trek to the drop zone, and pushed past all the random people around. His eyes zooming in on the crate that had Logan scribbled across it. He knew what it was before he even walked up to it. How the hell was he going to move this shit? Perhaps he should have thought of that before arriving on this hell hole of a planet.
Grunting he moved towards it, and promptly sat ontop of it. His eyes scanning to look at the people around as they milled about, looking and hoping something would have arrived for them.
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jun 4, 2017 20:33:37 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling
It was a knee-jerk reaction to head straight to the drop point anytime there was a ship in the air, and this time was no different. Honestly, though, Zee had no reason to even go that way because she was one of the lucky few that had gotten everything she'd packed to be shipped to Petra exterior. Both crates of ammo were safely stashed away in her little shack. Her pistol was in the holster on her hip, the rifle was tucked into its own holster that fit in ever so perfectly with her horse's tack.
So why was she even going to the drop point?
Most likely the reason was because there would be a bustle of activity and she might run into someone she knew from home, though a big part of her doubted that would happen. But there were also the people that had packed large items that would require help moving them and, well ... she had a horse. If she could help she would because life was hard enough without having to figure out how to drag something huge back home.
As she approached the growing crowd she slipped off the horse's back and began to lead it forward. People made way for her and the large animal to move past, most likely because they were afraid to be bitten or stepped on.
Lo and behold, the first person she saw that she actually recognized was Logan, perched on top of a crate and looking more than just a little rough. "What in the world happened to you?" The girl asked as she walked over. She shook her head and put her free hand on her hip. "You really do need someone to take care of you."
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 8, 2017 9:37:02 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Making her way to the Drop Point with only her knife strapped to her forearm made Farrah feel naked. Not that she wasn't plenty capable of seriously injuring someone with that weapon alone, but she really missed her pistol. The pistol that mysteriously disappeared.[break][break]
Alright, it wasn't that mysterious - she just couldn't remember exactly how it'd come to be somewhere other than on her person. She knew it was in that god forsaken forest, but her desire to not break anything else outweighed her desire to go get it. She looked down at herself in disdain, feeling the tightness of the wrap over her chest. Having redone it just before setting out for the Point, she'd noticed a tender, bony lump forming over the fracture site; it was healing, but imperfectly. She still needed to take it easy for the next few weeks at least, so it was a good thing she hadn't seen Logan.[break][break]
Thinking about him now, she grunted and ran a hand over her face. Instead of being able to tell herself they'd just been having fun on the journey back up here, Farrah kept pining after him like a puppy looking for a place to call home. It was disgusting.[break][break]
Pulling her blade from its scabbard, she flipped it between her fingers as she walked. The technical skill needed to keep from dropping it or stabbing herself kept her mind occupied until the gleaming ships came into view. Stopping a ways away, her eyes roved over the varying degrees of disassembly - from the mostly-melted skeletons of the ships that had arrived prior to the Scorch to the imposing monster that had just touched down today.. and was already having its outer panels pried at. [break][break]
From that distance she couldn't tell who or what had been dropped, so Farrah started forward again and kept her eyes on the crates. She didn't care to socialize while she was here; she was a nomad for a reason. The heat of what could be considered PE's summer had drifted away over the past few weeks, making way for fall-like weather that was beginning to become frigid in nights that seemed to only be getting longer, so Farrah, for the first time since touching down on this planet, was clad entirely in her biker gear. Since a certain someone had annihilated her cami that was supposed to be part of the outfit, she'd had to fit the looser-fitting v-neck T under her form-fitting leather jacket, but she'd managed. The boots were less than ideal for walking long distances, but tennis shoes with thin leather pants was a fashion crime she wasn't willing to commit even on a foreign planet. The only thing missing was her aviators, which also had been lost during her period of amnesia. She squinted against Sol in annoyance.[break][break]
Bending over crates to check names was only sort of painful, and the stiffness in her spine could easily come across as her just not having the time of day for anyone to bother her. Her high ponytail whipped across her face as a chilly breeze wove through the site, and she considered cutting her losses and leaving. A name she recognized caught her eye, though, and Farrah didn't see the woman it belonged to. Sure, she also hadn't looked very hard, but Celia was kind of a hard person to miss. Farrah nearly rifled through the crate, but actually felt kind of bad messing with someone who reminded her so much of Ava, and settled for watching over it instead to ensure no one else took it. [break][break]
It wasn't until then that she saw him, looking worse for wear, supporting himself on a crate that only had a 50% chance of actually being his; she couldn't see the name on it from here. Keeping her expression cool, her eyes ran the length of him before flicking to the little sprite of a woman talking to him. Farrah remembered the girl - she'd been at the last drop, and if memory served correctly, Logan had essentially hit on her the entire time. Farrah was tempted to smack her horse on the ass and send her flying for no reason in particular. She tore her gaze away and returned to scanning the area for Celia, arms crossed, before anyone noticed what had caught her attention so fully.. though every couple minutes (seconds) she looked back to the man who had been plaguing her thoughts for the past... month?... from the corner of her eye.
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Twenty-Seven
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Post by Logan Street on Jun 8, 2017 12:11:31 GMT -5
The Straight And Narrow The charming smile flitted across his features, almost in complete reaction to Zee as she approached. He hadn't seen her in way too long, bit always seemed to run into her randomly. Especially at the drop point. His chin tilted up so he could look to her face, which seemed half amused, as it always did wylhen she looked at him. His eyes scanned past her towards her horse, as his grin grew even more. Her comment actually had him bark out a laugh, because in all honesty everytime she saw him lately he looked worse and worse.
"Maybe you should take up the position? Leave Mr.PansyAss and come take care of my booboos?" He actually pointed to a miniscule cut on his cheek, tapping it as he presented it jokingly. Then he stood up, towering over her short form. His arm lifted and rested on top of her head, grinning down at her adoringly. And then he laughed, mainly because he knew she would probably shove him off. But his laugh cut off abruptly as his eyes landed on Farrah.
It was like a punch to the gut that did not manifest on his features. She looked like absolute shit, yet beautiful. Part of him had expected that everything would abruptly go back to how it was <i>before</i>. But based on how he instantly wanted to go over to her, he knew whatever emotions were rolling through him were there to stay. His jaw ticked as it clenched, before his attention snapped away back to miss shortstuff. That lazy grin remaining in his face as he looked down at her: "My Ella, how I have missed you and that beautiful horse." While he said 'horse' he kicked at his crate knowingly.
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jun 8, 2017 13:37:28 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling
The only reaction that Logan's charming smile drew from Zee was a roll of her eyes and a grin. She didn't miss the way his gaze moved from her to her horse, that oh so charming smile widening a bit. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was already considering using the horse to haul his crate back to .... wherever it was he called home. Zee had absolutely no problem helping him out whenever he needed it -- all he needed was to ask. But first she had to comment about how he looked, because everytime she ran into him he looked worse and worse.
"Pfft." Zee scoffed at the suggestion that she take up the role of caretaker. "That's not gonna work." She had offered to let him live with her in that rinky dink little cave during the Scorch, which would constitute taking care of him, but he couldn't stay in one place long. She sighed, mildly irritated, at the Mr. PansyAss comment. "Stop calling him that." She warned. "Or you're gonna have another booboo to take care of." But would she really hit Logan?
Probably.
"Oh come on!" Of all the nerve! Zee shoved at Logan, trying to push him away so he wouldn't use her as an arm rest. "Big jerk." She grumbled, albeit affectionately. But there was something that captured Logan's attention fully and she turned to look in the direction he was looking. She didn't recognize Farrah right away, but when it finally dawned on her who she was she looked up at Logan, studying his face. A moment later Logan was looking down at her again, easily resuming their friendly banter.
"So, uh..." Zee started, ignoring his comment about missing her and the horse. She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked back at Farrah. "Why don't you go over and talk to her? I'll watch your stuff and make sure no one steals it."
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jun 8, 2017 14:01:40 GMT -5
Welcome to Walmart A month have passed again. Time was starting to pass by so quickly here, Colette now couldn't even keep count of the days and the weeks. She remembered what Thomas Mann wrote in 'The Magic Mountain'. How true it is! When you get into a brand new situation, time stands still, you have to adjust to your circumstanes. The first few days and weeks pass by so slowly and so miserably. But then, when you got adjusted, when you've already set to a new routine, days, weeks, and then the months, seasons and finally years suddenly begin to fly so quickly, you lose all your sense of time. Suddenly you're completely out of time, out of synch with the world. Since on this planet the seasons are basically the same (well, except for the Scorch, but let's not even mention that), Col felt she completely lost track of time. The only things she could rely on telling her the passing of one month were a certain event happening to girls, and the arrival of the monthly drop.
So, news came about the next drop, and our brave young Canadian medic decided to venture out once again to see if she could find anything useful. With the tank still almost full, she decided to use 'The Galileo Seven' to embark on this away mission, and happily rolled on her scooter bike through the colony, right down to the drop point. Upon arrival, she noticed three people already being there: one of them was Zee, probably the closest thing to what she could call a friend, Farrah, a woman she rarely saw, and... the worst possible person she could've bumped into. When she thought about an intelligent, thoughtful and nice person like Zee feeling sympathy (or even something more...) towards such a stinky bad-mannered barbaric man-child, she could throw herself off the top of a skyscraper (well, if there were any skyscrapers here). She couldn't even grasp how can one feel attracted towards Crocodile Dundee aka Logan.
So, parking down her scooter, Col slowly walked to the drop point. "Hello.", she greeted Farrah formally and dryly, then walked toward the 'happy couple'. "Hi, Zee!", she waved to the other girl with a smile, "How's you been?" Then, glancing at Logan with a smirk, she said, "How goes? You still think I'd like to take old Logan for a spin?", she quoted the man exactly word-to-word from their last encounter.
Continuing her way to the drop, Colette began searching through the packs of items to see if there were anything for her this month. It took her only a few minutes to discover a large box with her name on it. She quickly seized up its shape and size. It couldn't be her small piano. No. It was something else. Something.... something... Her heart suddenly began beating faster and faster, as she grabbed the large container and opened it to reveal the most precious thing in the universe inside. Her long lost companion. The love of her life. I must be dreaming! This is not happening. She forgot the whole Logan situation in the blink of an eye. In fact, she forgot the whole planet and the whole universe outside this little spot. Now there were only two of them. The girl and her cat.
Colette felt tears rolling from her eyes. Damn, why should I be so sentimental? I feel like some stupid girl out of kindergarten. But I can't help it. This... this... is really happening! This is the simple happiest moment I had since I got to this awful place! "Edgaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!", she shouted, and took out the tabby cat from its cage, hugging it like she never hugged anyone ever before, feeling a burst of joy vibrating through her mind and body. She folded the cat into her arms, gently stroking its head, enjoying every moment she could see her long-lost pet. The cat purred, weary of the long statis but happy to see its owner. "Je pensais que tu étais mort. Je pensais que je ne vous reverrais plus jamais.", the young medic said quietly as she gave a small kiss to Edgar's head.
* I thought you were dead. I thought I'll never see you again.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Jun 8, 2017 20:38:42 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Blinking sleepily, Jaron gently patted the bed next to him, reaching for Zee. She wasn't... Grumbling, he smacked a hand over his face. Oh, yeah - she'd woken before him, saw the ship, and told him she'd grab anything that had come in for him. Feeling a little like a waste of space now, having let his girlfriend go gallivanting around while he slept, he swung his feet over the side of the cot and stood. Their disrobing had been a little more orderly this time, so it was easier to find his stuff and throw it back on. It needed washed, but that's what the trek across the river was for... right? ------- ..He probably should've fed himself before he went running after her. His stomach felt like it was eating itself, and it was apparently loud enough to concern Sir - he'd brought Jaron a dead bird-thing. You are a terrible hunter. Here, he seemed to say. By the time the ship loomed over him, Jaron's hunger was forgotten. The normal milling about was mostly ignored, because his eyes caught on Zee... being used as an armrest. Brow pinching, his steps faltered as he considered what to do. A second later she pushed the guy off, as he knew she would, but he still felt like he should... be the boyfriend. Not having realized he'd stopped next to a rather tall dark-haired woman, Jaron looked at her sidelong, realizing she, in turn, was also looking at the pair. "Think I should tell him she's spoken for?" he asked, only half joking. His smirk would give away his uncertainty. Because he was standing still, Sir circled his legs. Colette walked by, and Jaron felt himself tense. They didn't exactly get along, but he felt like an asshole ignoring her, especially considering she was Zee's friend. "Hey, Colette," he half-grumbled, though it might've been too late for her to hear him. His eyes followed her for a second, and when she just about lost her shit because her cat came in, he had a hard time remembering why he disliked her. At his side, Sir stood at perfect attention, tail flicking in anticipation. "Go get Zee," Jaron urged, but the feline darted in the wrong direction, chirping up a storm as he ducked behind a crate and wiggled his butt, eyes trained on Edgar. [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 Farrah Benz on Jun 8, 2017 21:05:11 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Ah, shit. Clearing her throat, Farrah sat on the crate she was watching and pointedly looked in the other direction. Logan must have spotted her, because the girl was definitely looking over here. Awkward, awkward, awkward. [break][break]
She was just about to dip her chin and look back when an unfamiliar blonde strolled past. Farrah gave her a 'why are you talking to me' look, but it had nothing to do with the girl's character and everything to do with someone other than Logan opening their mouth in her general direction. God, being in a crowd like this made her skin crawl. People were stupid.[break][break]
When finally she let herself peek back, yet another voice broke her concentration. Seriously, what the fu-, she thought, swinging her gaze to the guy who looked like he'd barely capped puberty. It took her a second to actually hear him, but when she did Farrah immediately dismissed whatever negative thoughts she had about his weirdly pretty face (it was gross), definitely-overcompensating muscles, and way-too-tight shirt. Snorting, she leaned back on the crate and openly stared at Logan as she replied, "Probably. Rumor has it he likes to stick his dick in anything that'll give him the time of day." The throng of people would make it impossible for Logan to hear her, but her expression was one of smug backhanding; he wouldn't be able to miss it. Shrugging, she looked back to the man-boy. "Maybe even you, pretty boy. Be careful."[break][break]
Despite looking a little horrified, the guy didn't immediately run after "his girl". Instead he.... was sending the cat? Or... not. Farrah couldn't help but laugh when the animal was, well, a cat and didn't listen to a damn thing its owner said. Seriously, who was this guy?
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Twenty-Seven
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Post by Logan Street on Jun 8, 2017 22:12:21 GMT -5
The Straight And Narrow Well I don’t know his name, since you never bothered to introduce us. So I guess I’ll just have to continue to make do with what I come up with. “ He shrugged his shoulders, a simple snort escaping at her comment of ‘big jerk’. And then she was telling him to go say hi to Farrah, which caught his attention. It wasn’t like he was concerned that someone would steal his stuff, if they did he’d just shoot them in the foot. But apparently Ella knew him a little too well. He was about to comment, to shrug off the offer, when a bouncing blonde came walking up with way too much enthusiasm. He cringed subconsciously at her comment about ‘taking him for a spin’ and prayed Farrah didn’t over hear.
Nonchalant as always, a shrug could be seen as he glanced towards Ella. Apparently they were best buddies. Did Ella have to make friends with absolutely <i>everyone</i>? “Yeah. I think you do. It’s the only thing that explains the animosity. But sorry, as I mentioned..I enjoy more of a handful, than a pinch full” His chin beckoned to her flat chest, before he abruptly walked away. He really could not stand her, mainly because she was always so rude to him. Just plain Mean. And Logan didn’t have time for her childishness. “Don’t steal my food, Ella.” Was his main statement before he walked up towards Farrah, completely disregarding Jaron. Only knowing he did not like him standing so close to <i>her</i>. Only knowing he just..Didn’t like him. Especially when he noted they had been talking, and noted the look on Farrah’s face.
“Why you staring at me? I mean I know I look amazing. But..” His voice trailed, that famous cocky smile splitting across his features as he looked down at her. Even though he held the chauvinistic character of a pig right then, inside his stomach was coiled with tension and way too many thoughts were scrambling in his mind. He didn’t even take notice of the PansyAss’ pet that was running around, making itself prime Vesper-Food. “Maybe when you stare at me, don’t look like you are plotting to stab me in the foot?”
Zephira Crichton Farrah Benz Nicolette Blanchet
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jun 9, 2017 14:06:57 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling
"Oh, whatever." Zee said, rolling her eyes. She doubted that Logan was really interested in meeting Jaron in the first place. And she doubted that they would get along because of Logan's flirting and the fact that he could be a bit abrasive. She waved her hand dismissively and turned when she saw Colette approaching. "Hey Colette!" She said, grinning brightly at the other girl. "I'm great, how've you been?" Of course that grin faded a bit and her brows rose at Colette's comment to him. It would have been totally unlike Logan to not have a smartass comeback, but even though she expected it it still made her jaw drop.
How ..... rude.
As Logan walked away Zee turned. She stared at his back for a second before a few things caught her attention. First it was Colette's happy cry, which meant that she'd gotten something. Then it was Sir running off toward her, before he disappeared behind a crate. But there was no reason for Sir to be so far outside of Nemus and she didn't think that Jaron would let him run off so far. It was bad enough that he roamed around in the woods outside of the cabin. So, naturally, she assumed that Jaron was close by. What she didn't expect was to see him standing next to the woman that had caught Logan's attention.
....why did she have to be so damn pretty?
Zee pushed that question out of her mind and smiled. "Jaron!" She called, waving for him to come over because a small part of her was just a little bit jealous and didn't want him standing next to such a beautiful woman. "I didn't look to see if you got anything yet." she said, mildly guilty because that was the whole reason she'd left him sleeping went out to the drop by herself.
made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography/div]
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24
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Nemus
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Post by Jaron Namir on Jun 10, 2017 21:46:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] "BAD CAT!" he chastised, snatching Sir up moments before he was sure the feline would've taken off and tried to play with Colette's cat. "Heh... sorry," he awkwardly apologized to the girl, not really wanting to give her any more reason to dislike him. He was thankful for Zee's call, giving him an out. His head swung to look at her, and he pointed Sir in her direction. "Get. Zee," Jaron emphasized, and put the cat on his feet. Thankfully he didn't have the longest memory, so this time he actually did what he was supposed to and took off bounding to the girlfriend, minimally cautious around the horse, who by this point was used the Sir's shenanigans and did little more than toss its head a couple of times. "Hey babe," Jaron greeted as he approached Zee, and made a point of scooping her up and twirling her around before kissing her. It totally wasn't his way of saying this is my girl, back off to... any surrounding parties. Not that he had anyone in particular in mind. Putting her down, he rolled his eyes. "Too caught up in McDreamy, huh?" he teased, indicating Logan. In truth, he was very comfortable in his relationship with Zephira and was less concerned with the dude "stealing his girl" than said dude doing something to upset her. "I think I saw a guitar case that looked an awful lot like mine, so I'm going to check that out real fast. Watch Sir for me for a minute?" he asked, because Zee having to navigate through all the crates with her horse would be slow-going, and Sir didn't need to be given any more chances to play with Edgar... unless Colette liked the idea. Stepping away, he made his way to the instrument, leaned up against the side of the ship. Being within arm's reach of it, he knew without checking the name that it was his. Unclasping the case just enough to verify the guitar was actually inside, Jaron smiled to himself, closed it back up, and carried it back to Zee. "Guess I can't shirk my Entertainer duties anymore," he fake-whined. [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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26
Exurbia
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170 Posts
Played by aligator
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jun 11, 2017 1:10:32 GMT -5
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] we are lost and we're falling
"Hey there, cutie." Zee cooed to the cat as he came bounding over to her. She bent and scooped him into her arms, kissed the top of his head, then snuggled her face into his fur. SIr, however, seemed more interested in the horse, so Zee placed the cat on the saddle. The horse was so used to the cat that he did little more than flick snort and shift his weight.
There was absolutely nothing to complain about with the way that Jaron greeted her. Zee giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he spun her around. "Hello to you, too." She said, grinning up at her boyfriend -- it still felt so strange to think of him that way. "You still look a little sleepy." She commented as she reached up to brush some of his hair back. At his comment, her gaze shifted from Jaron's face to Logan. McDreamy? Logan was more like .... an annoying older brother than anything. When it dawned on her that they both had nicknames for each other she couldn't help but grin a little bit. She had no doubt that Jaron would take offense to PansyAss, but Logan would probably love to be called McDreamy. "He likes to call himself Prince Charming." She whispered. "But he's not that charming,"
"Sure thing." Zee replied at the request to watch Sir. The cat had already made himself comfortable on the horse's rump and didn't look like he was going anywhere anytime soon -- and why would he when he had such a comfortable place to lay? While she waited she looked around, taking note of a box that no one had claimed yet and quickly decided that she would check it out once Jaron got back. It didn't take him long to retrieve the guitar and get back to where he'd left her waiting. A smile spread across her face when she saw that he did, indeed, have his guitar. "Now you have no reason not to sing to me." She teased, tapping his nose playfully.
"There's a box over there that no one claimed. Let's go check it out." She led the horse over and once they reached their destination she handed the reins to Jaron. Once he took them she stooped down and opened the box, her eyes going wide when she saw the shotgun. "Why would someone not come and get this?" She w[/ondered aloud, but hey. One person's loss was another's gain and she could use it out in the field. "Jackpot..." It even had ammo with it. "Help me get this tied up so I can take it home?" She assked, looking up at Jaron.
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27
rbf
None (Nomad)
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Played by Vetti
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 11, 2017 12:55:15 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Farrah's eyes drifted to the man-boy twirling his girlfriend around, and for a second she was simultaneously thankful she and Logan would never do that and... a little envious. Logan would never show affection like that. But she'd bet they had much better sex. Smirking to herself, her gaze shifted back to the man in question and her lips flattened out.[break][break]
Cocky as always.[break][break]
"Wondering how many STDs I have to worry about contracting," she interjected, looking pointedly around him both to Zee and the blonde girl before meeting his eyes again. "Though I guess I could just cut you off, then I'll have nothing to worry about." Her smile was a backhand, but he'd probably be able to tell it was only because they were in company. Had they been alone she would've swiped a finger down the bridge of his nose, but since they weren't she made no move from the crate she sat on.[break][break]
"Foot? You lack imagination. Think a little.. higher." Her hand lifted to indicate somewhere around about his waist. She would have smiled mischievously, but again - company.
Because she wanted to lessen the distance between them for the purpose of keeping their conversation private, Farrah suddenly stood and crossed her arms, giving off the perfect appearance of someone very ready to be done with the person standing in front of them. "It's been getting colder. Do you have somewhere to stay?" she asked, keeping her voice level but knowing he'd hear the underlying I miss you anyway.
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6'0
Twenty-Seven
Marksman
None (Nomad)
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Played by Larks
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Post by Logan Street on Jun 11, 2017 13:30:35 GMT -5
The Straight And Narrow Her comment about STD’s had both his brows raising upwards. He glanced over his shoulder at Ella, eyes watching the interaction between her and Mr. Pansy, not even bothering to look at Colette. If anything, the only emotion he felt while looking over at them was amusement over the fact Farrah seemed slightly jealous. Was it weird to enjoy the feeling of having her be jealous? He smirked as he looked back at her, amusement dancing in his eyes until she mentioned cutting him off, and then his face fell flat, especially at her smile. That was not even funny.
“Somehow I highly doubt..” He let his eyes do a slow look down her frame as she stood up, his jaw clenching in reaction to what he saw before raising back to her face. “You would be able to cut me off. After all, I am somewhat addictive.” The topic just brought up the memory of their tree and his eyes seemed to darken a shade. He really wanted to close the space between them. Part of him wanted to lift her up like with Ella, but that was definitely was not him. He more just wanted to pull her away from everyone and show her how much he missed her. But instead he shoved his hands in his pockets, the only indication that he was slightly uncomfortable. It felt like almost a war within himself. He would never be a public-affections type, but he also missed her so damn much it seemed to have been driving him a little crazy.
He also didn’t doubt where a knife would end up if he hadn’t stopped flirting with Ella in front of her. But it was just who he was, besides – it wasn’t like it meant anything. Ella was like…A sister. Or something. A very tiny, very annoying, sister. His hand instinctively brought his blade out, starting to fidget with it as he leaned away from her a little bit at her statement. His attention drifted back to Ella, before landing back on her. “I really wish someone decided to rip my warmest pair of pants. And yeah, I sort of do. I mean I could stay with Ella if I need too, most of my food is there too.” He thought of all the MRE’s he left there for storage, and assumed there was still some left.
“’Less you want company? I could definitely keep you warm as long as you promise not to stab my nether regions.” That cocky smile spread over his lips again, deciding on staying in a constant state of amusement. Of course, he instantly noticed the strand of hair in front of her eyes that he really wanted to push away.
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