Arty Fox

There are No New Stories in Hollywoo

pardon me as I come crashing through but this looks like a fun rp

Marcus Finch

Appearance – image to appear sometime
A narrow but muscular young man Marcus is on the shorter side of the height.
Out and about tends to wear a selection of rings, a silk scarf atop a t-shirt and shorts with equally colourful shoes. On the other hand indoors he dresses in simply shorts and oversized hoodies.

Name
Marcus Finch

Age
28

Gender
Male – tends to dress with a feminine flair

Species
Bullfinch

Orientation
Straight but starting to question

Occupation
Pole Dancer in a night club

Aspiration
Like a hundred others in HollyWoo, he wants to be a famous actor.
Bio
Born and raised in the busy streets of York, England, Marcus enjoyed all the perks of a public school in the old city. But even with all the plays and performances he did as he grew, Marcus felt destined for greater things and so decided to pack up his bags and try somewhere new on the other side of the world.
Sadly, Marcus wasn’t the first person to think this and quickly learned that Hollywoo has more than its fair share of wanna-be-stars and ever-hopefuls waiting for their big break. All too soon Marcus had to trade in his stylish pad for a more affordable option at the Salty Dog apartments and take whatever job he could get.
A year or so later Marcus is still working the same job with letters of rejection sitting on the table by his door. At least his neighbours aren’t too bad…

Theme Song
Filous - How Hard I Try

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OH dang! Sounds like you had quite the adventure. Glad to hear you're safe and sound though! :)

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holy shit are you okay!?
have you got a way home? food? water?

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How's everyone been lately?

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suddenly I'm struck with the image of Tristian with a little car alarm to lock the whole sub
boop bweep

Darkness in the Light

I'm still here, lurking away

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@Rockin Strings@Eyeris@Fetzen@Konan375@Affili

Charles Balderdash

Charles practically jumped out of his skin walking straight into the other group on the other side of the door. It took Charles a moment longer than usual to process the scene before him, his mind still somewhat addled, and the bestial howls from corridors further up. Rozalind and XIII held their firearms at the ready.

Had the whole world gone mad?

“No, Ma’am he’s not drunk. Well, he was until a few moments ago in fact we all were because we tried some of Dimitri’s drink.” Hurriedly he held up his hands. “But we’re fine now. Fire for…not quite duty but something. What’s the situation?”

He had bent down next to Rozalind to help Twain back to his feet when he caught sight of Twains desperate gaze. His brow furrowed and Charles chewed on the strange medicine furiously trying to clear his thoughts completely.

“Zesiro.” He pulled Twain off the floor as best he could. “You said you need to find him, what’s wrong?”

Shannon

Now free from the paralysing grasp of the strange light Shannon shook her head, and stumbled back from the red smoke pouring out of Hirches armour, a bitter smell that reminded her of the Bad Place. In panic, she was too focussed on what was happening around her to pay much attention to Rockins orders.

She bumped into a table and whirled around to see the barrels of guns pointed in her directions. In an instant Shannon had her hackles raised and swiped at them with her tail trying to keep them at bay. Thinking they were after Vaughtar Shannon placed herself between the two and him as well as Hirsche. A set of eyes drifted towards where Zesiro now lay with Rockin nowhere in sight. She couldn’t shield him as well.

“Agents” Her voice dripping with malice she warned them. “Stay away. No Hurt Friends.”

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I'm good, just got back from a holiday :D

Sorry for not posting when I said I would but things are a wee bit busy atm so just bear with me

Darkness in the Light

Ninty Bat

Ninty rolled her eyes, ‘Jester’ was indeed a very fitting nickname for the man.

“Indeed, my dear Syfa.” Ninty too put on an air of ‘sophistication.

She cast her gaze to the group beind as she continued, keeping an eye on who was were just in case anyone got left behind or couldn’t keep up with their employers surprising pace. Admittedly Ninty felt her feet starting to burn in protest. Surely, he hadn’t been rushing this much yesterday?

“I too find their performances at times rather qua-OUCH!” Several much stronger words then followed.

She had walked right into a low hanging and a rather sharp twig had narrowly missed jabbing her in the eye. Stopping to rub her sore eyelid Ninty finally took notice to their change of surroundings; thorny bushes were beginning to appear either side of the twisting path by their employer, who forged ahead without a care.

“Oi! Timothy! Oi.” She called out to him ahead of them, and another branch caught hold of her hood. “Oh for crying, OI Timothy slow down!”

“Ya smarmy git.” She mumbled only just loud enough for Bran and Syfa to hear. “Leading us all on the damned wild goose chase.”

Ninty tugged hard against the branch, snapping it at the wrist, and she stumbled over a gnarled root towards him. Despite their quality, sharp stones prodded through the soles to her feet.
“Where in Gods name are we?”

She flinched when the birds stirred overhead.

Birds, of course there were birds. Their caws had drawn her gaze snapping up towards them hopping in the branches above with black eyes. Ninty hated birds, not so much that she didn’t like them but that they didn’t like her. A white smear suddenly appeared on her shoulder and she shuddered in disgust.

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I'll get a posty up in a day or two before the weekend :)