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IzurichDisciple Cain said
Basically the exact same shit that we did but more regimented.
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HAVE YOU NOTHING BETTER TO DO?
So let me get this straight:
Our groups work in Google documents, where we will write character actions without any internal thoughts or intentions mentioned, and at specific times according to our posting order, we will take sections of this collab and input it as an IC post, then continue to collab?
Our groups work in Google documents, where we will write character actions without any internal thoughts or intentions mentioned, and at specific times according to our posting order, we will take sections of this collab and input it as an IC post, then continue to collab?
How can there be a posting order if collabs Rodey? How posting order? :V
Monster said I do not want to see anything that I shouldn't have to. What I mean by this - anything that isn't PG.
Guess I've done something wrong too then.
Charlie said
I'm being realAnd when it rolls over to be my turn to post Axle will get board.
Sophie trudged up the front steps with heavy stomps, as if forcing her feet to continue moving forward. With every step she nearly sighed audibly. The short ascent left her time to quickly reflect on the colorful characters she had the joy of surveying from behind; such a brief moment was all she needed, really. An inhuman robot (and a human one), a beauty queen, a childish idiot -Sophie marked him in particular, vowing to answer any interaction with him with a sharp kick to the gut- a smoker, and... Well that was it. Two others seemed practically unnoticeable and invisible. Barely worth mentioning for Sophie. Surely they had something up their sleeve to "surprise" her with, but it was doubtful whatever it was would leave much of an impression for more than a fleeting second.
As she entered, Sophie threw her sack aside listlessly, heading over to the main event, making sure to fake a half-assed bow before Sam before taking a seat. Anything to please her royal highness. She noted her stern look and holier-than-thou visage. Clearly the leader. Claiming she was first of the team only cemented the thought. Sophie fell into a seat with a huff, bouncing upwards as the cushion recoiled. She laid claim to the armrest of another nearby piece of furniture, raising her legs to rest them upon it. The bottom of her shoes, permeated with dirt in every crack, brushed several items along the way.
Sophie would have introduced herself, but the whiny cries of a helpless beauty killed her appetite for words. She made note to kick her in the gut too when the time came. By her estimate, it'd be soon. Cracking her knuckles for relief, Sophie managed to elicit enough fervency to speak up. "Sophie," she greeted with unenthusiastic mumble. She slumped further in her chair and her legs extended out further, blocking more of the other chair from being occupied. She went silent and looked over the mansion, her ears half-trained on Sam's next words. She'd explain the details surely enough, and Sophie could already deduce a bit of what was going to be said. Superhero team blah blah, work for the mayor, blah. Something along those lines.
As she entered, Sophie threw her sack aside listlessly, heading over to the main event, making sure to fake a half-assed bow before Sam before taking a seat. Anything to please her royal highness. She noted her stern look and holier-than-thou visage. Clearly the leader. Claiming she was first of the team only cemented the thought. Sophie fell into a seat with a huff, bouncing upwards as the cushion recoiled. She laid claim to the armrest of another nearby piece of furniture, raising her legs to rest them upon it. The bottom of her shoes, permeated with dirt in every crack, brushed several items along the way.
Sophie would have introduced herself, but the whiny cries of a helpless beauty killed her appetite for words. She made note to kick her in the gut too when the time came. By her estimate, it'd be soon. Cracking her knuckles for relief, Sophie managed to elicit enough fervency to speak up. "Sophie," she greeted with unenthusiastic mumble. She slumped further in her chair and her legs extended out further, blocking more of the other chair from being occupied. She went silent and looked over the mansion, her ears half-trained on Sam's next words. She'd explain the details surely enough, and Sophie could already deduce a bit of what was going to be said. Superhero team blah blah, work for the mayor, blah. Something along those lines.
Yaaaaaaay! :D
Several days prior...
There was a succession of patting noises, and then a shuffle, then a click and the darkness was alight with a faint glow. The lighter in Sophie's hand was raised to the cigarette in her teeth, igniting it as she returned the tool to her jacket's pocket. Still using only her right hand for the whole ordeal, she grabbed the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and pulled it out before exhaling smoke. Her body twitched briefly, her neck suddenly jolting to the side and cracking as if powered by tremors rather than intentionally and for relief. Sophie rubbed the back of her neck with cigarette still in hand and took a drag again.
As she brought the glow up to her lips, it illuminated the stains of blood that soaked her glove; her own fluids, not someone else's. The reason she had resorted to using but her right limb became apparent. A deep gash sinking on her shoulder sunk down to her chest, bleeding profusely and exposing bone. An ax sat at her feet. The brutally wounded girl stared over her work; an obscured corpse hidden under wooden rubble with pulverized legs that looked more like a tangle of fleshy roots than distinguishable anatomy.
Sophie hadn't killed anyone in several months, having finally come across someone worth her time. A nameless fellow prone to murder that had returned to the scene of a crime, looking quite suspicious. The police failed to notice his presence, but her hunch was spot-on. When he retreated in silence, hands in his pockets, Sophie tailed him through the night and to his home. The events that ensued resulted in his death and an ax being buried in her shoulder... temporarily. She could not recall much that had transpired, likely a result of the wound she was currently healing from.
Indeed, the flesh did converge upon itself remarkably fast, and while the blood still flowed in a grizzly amount, she seemed unperturbed. Perhaps the smoke aided in that respect at least somewhat. She rolled her head towards the wound and lifted the half-severed limb with a flop. It hadn't come back to her yet, evidently. With another heavy drag she walked from the backyard shed that had become the man's grave, pushing aside a plastic doorway to reach the unkempt yard. Sophie shivered, but the outside air was not cold. The pain was settling in. She winced and grit her teeth, hurriedly inhaling the cigarette again as if to mitigate the feeling. She looked up into the deep dusk-colored sky before throwing her drag to the earth and summarily stomping it into being extinguished.
A flash of light to her side caught her attention, and she jerked into action. Staring in from the backyard window, she witnessed the beams of several flashlights moving about inside the home. Immediately Sophie broke for the fenceline, easily hopping over its six-foot height despite being crippled. The quick movements must have caught the police's attention anyways, as she caught the yells of them behind the distancing wooden barrier. Sprinting across some stranger's yard, she dodged pools, gardens, and toppled tricycles to reach each successive fence, soaring over each as easily as the first.
Having fallen into a mode of physical recovery after taking an ax to the body, she couldn't simply charge straight through nay opposition she met; she was now as human as anyone else. For some time still she'd remain that way, unable to take hits and promptly go berserk. Her only option was running. It wasn't often that she faced the authority after committing a crime, since the ones that involved her getting hurt tended to happen in secluded places. Killing a man in his own home was her first mistake, his screams likely alerting the neighbors and subsequently the police.
Eventually the backyards had run out, and she found herself on a sidewalk in the suburbs. A distant cry of a siren stressed her lack of safety, and she continued the run to the other side of the street, hoping to hop another fenceline. However, a quick joly of pain had inhibited her attention, and her foot caught the edge of the sidewalk. Faceplanting into the concrete, she took but a brief moment to regain her composure... all too late. A cop car pulled up just behind her, and its occupants easily tackled her body before she could reach up for the fence. Slamming into the wood, she immediately resorted to fighting back.
"Fuck you!" Sophie cried out, pushing with all her might against the officers. Only one her arms worked at the time, however, and so her force and effectiveness was severely dampened. "Fuck you!" she yelled again, having been thrust into the ground with her good arm held firmly at her back. Wincing at the concrete, she tried to lift herself up to no avail. The officers spoke some incomprehensible code language into their phones, and Sophie could only grunt in desperation. "Damnit."
She expected jail-time, but luck was on her side. Sophie approached the dainty manor with a single-sling backpack in tow. Those fucking idiots could have locked her up for good, but they let her free instead. Terrible choice on their part. She would nod and nod, and they'd believe her when she said she'd help this so-called "team". She would, but of course she never agreed for how long. Ascending the small hill, she witnessed a group of rather strange individuals already making their way up the steps. Among them, a freaking mechanical beast of some sort.
"I was right. Team of freaks," Sophie affirmed to herself. The unamused young woman approached silently, refraining from making eye contact. "Can't imagine what kind of shit'll crop up," she said sarcastically.
There was a succession of patting noises, and then a shuffle, then a click and the darkness was alight with a faint glow. The lighter in Sophie's hand was raised to the cigarette in her teeth, igniting it as she returned the tool to her jacket's pocket. Still using only her right hand for the whole ordeal, she grabbed the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and pulled it out before exhaling smoke. Her body twitched briefly, her neck suddenly jolting to the side and cracking as if powered by tremors rather than intentionally and for relief. Sophie rubbed the back of her neck with cigarette still in hand and took a drag again.
As she brought the glow up to her lips, it illuminated the stains of blood that soaked her glove; her own fluids, not someone else's. The reason she had resorted to using but her right limb became apparent. A deep gash sinking on her shoulder sunk down to her chest, bleeding profusely and exposing bone. An ax sat at her feet. The brutally wounded girl stared over her work; an obscured corpse hidden under wooden rubble with pulverized legs that looked more like a tangle of fleshy roots than distinguishable anatomy.
Sophie hadn't killed anyone in several months, having finally come across someone worth her time. A nameless fellow prone to murder that had returned to the scene of a crime, looking quite suspicious. The police failed to notice his presence, but her hunch was spot-on. When he retreated in silence, hands in his pockets, Sophie tailed him through the night and to his home. The events that ensued resulted in his death and an ax being buried in her shoulder... temporarily. She could not recall much that had transpired, likely a result of the wound she was currently healing from.
Indeed, the flesh did converge upon itself remarkably fast, and while the blood still flowed in a grizzly amount, she seemed unperturbed. Perhaps the smoke aided in that respect at least somewhat. She rolled her head towards the wound and lifted the half-severed limb with a flop. It hadn't come back to her yet, evidently. With another heavy drag she walked from the backyard shed that had become the man's grave, pushing aside a plastic doorway to reach the unkempt yard. Sophie shivered, but the outside air was not cold. The pain was settling in. She winced and grit her teeth, hurriedly inhaling the cigarette again as if to mitigate the feeling. She looked up into the deep dusk-colored sky before throwing her drag to the earth and summarily stomping it into being extinguished.
A flash of light to her side caught her attention, and she jerked into action. Staring in from the backyard window, she witnessed the beams of several flashlights moving about inside the home. Immediately Sophie broke for the fenceline, easily hopping over its six-foot height despite being crippled. The quick movements must have caught the police's attention anyways, as she caught the yells of them behind the distancing wooden barrier. Sprinting across some stranger's yard, she dodged pools, gardens, and toppled tricycles to reach each successive fence, soaring over each as easily as the first.
Having fallen into a mode of physical recovery after taking an ax to the body, she couldn't simply charge straight through nay opposition she met; she was now as human as anyone else. For some time still she'd remain that way, unable to take hits and promptly go berserk. Her only option was running. It wasn't often that she faced the authority after committing a crime, since the ones that involved her getting hurt tended to happen in secluded places. Killing a man in his own home was her first mistake, his screams likely alerting the neighbors and subsequently the police.
Eventually the backyards had run out, and she found herself on a sidewalk in the suburbs. A distant cry of a siren stressed her lack of safety, and she continued the run to the other side of the street, hoping to hop another fenceline. However, a quick joly of pain had inhibited her attention, and her foot caught the edge of the sidewalk. Faceplanting into the concrete, she took but a brief moment to regain her composure... all too late. A cop car pulled up just behind her, and its occupants easily tackled her body before she could reach up for the fence. Slamming into the wood, she immediately resorted to fighting back.
"Fuck you!" Sophie cried out, pushing with all her might against the officers. Only one her arms worked at the time, however, and so her force and effectiveness was severely dampened. "Fuck you!" she yelled again, having been thrust into the ground with her good arm held firmly at her back. Wincing at the concrete, she tried to lift herself up to no avail. The officers spoke some incomprehensible code language into their phones, and Sophie could only grunt in desperation. "Damnit."
She expected jail-time, but luck was on her side. Sophie approached the dainty manor with a single-sling backpack in tow. Those fucking idiots could have locked her up for good, but they let her free instead. Terrible choice on their part. She would nod and nod, and they'd believe her when she said she'd help this so-called "team". She would, but of course she never agreed for how long. Ascending the small hill, she witnessed a group of rather strange individuals already making their way up the steps. Among them, a freaking mechanical beast of some sort.
"I was right. Team of freaks," Sophie affirmed to herself. The unamused young woman approached silently, refraining from making eye contact. "Can't imagine what kind of shit'll crop up," she said sarcastically.
Charter said
Updated my CS as requested. Here's a link to the post itself so you don't have to track it down again.-Edit- Just a side note, Monster's link to Asuras's character doesn't seem to work for me. Can someone else verify this or am I the only one with that issue?
It doesn't work for me either.
IC is supposedly supposed to come up tomorrow.
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