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Stranger Things is soooo goooood
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Mondays and Wednesdays get a bad rep. It's actually Tuesday that is the worst weekday.
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Writing down an idea you're not happy with is the hardest thing, but you just gotta do it, because then it builds up and improves and the floodgates open.
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Man, I hate spring a whoooole lot.
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Ever hypnotize yourself with your own avatar? IT'S HAPPENING TO ME RIGHT NOW
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Female, 24. I live in the tundra. If I list my interests, I'll break the character limit.
Writing/RPing:
I prefer realistic settings, but I can be pliable. Not big on Fandom RPs unless it's one I'm really into. No anime either. I'm kinda picky in general. RPing is pretty much the only way I can write. I can't think up plots, so I wouldn't make a good GM I think. Maybe in the future. For me writing is like doodling; it's a creative release, but I'm not an artist. I'm not great at writing romance either, and I refuse to write sex scenes with any more detail than 'tastefully fade to black'.
Availability:
I work full time, but I should still have time for RPing. Illness doesn't stop me, and if I can't get a post up I will say so in the OOC. Thursdays are out.
Roleplays I'm currently in
Wink Murder
Wolf Manor
Old Guild
Silent Hill RPG
Hüeller Morgann
Female, 24. I live in the tundra. If I list my interests, I'll break the character limit.
Writing/RPing:
I prefer realistic settings, but I can be pliable. Not big on Fandom RPs unless it's one I'm really into. No anime either. I'm kinda picky in general. RPing is pretty much the only way I can write. I can't think up plots, so I wouldn't make a good GM I think. Maybe in the future. For me writing is like doodling; it's a creative release, but I'm not an artist. I'm not great at writing romance either, and I refuse to write sex scenes with any more detail than 'tastefully fade to black'.
Availability:
I work full time, but I should still have time for RPing. Illness doesn't stop me, and if I can't get a post up I will say so in the OOC. Thursdays are out.
Roleplays I'm currently in
Wink Murder
Wolf Manor
Old Guild
Silent Hill RPG
Hüeller Morgann
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I also had an idea that once our characters all got together, they could discover (or one of our characters could know about it already) someplace they could go to get away from anyone, or hide, or just hang out together in. An abandoned theater or building or something. I also would love there to be a carnival of some sort in the town. Carnivals always add atmosphere and fun stuff to do.
Hmmm, red is spooky but lavender is...flowery. I'm on the fence here. :P
My vote's for an albino.
And, posted. :) I wasn't sure how I should address Lily, since Aaron doesn't know her yet. I went with feminine, but if need be I can change it.
“Hey, if it doesn't scan does that mean it's free?” The blue shirt sporting teenager spewed out the overused 'joke' with a smirk from the other side of the counter, knowing full well that it wasn't how things worked.
“Ooh no, Ashley. Don't even start.” Aaron warned her jokingly as he totaled his coworker's order. Employees weren't allowed to ring themselves out. The young man tugged on his own blue shirt and slid the candy across the counter at Ashley. “Just eat your stinkin' Snickers bar, I've got a register to run.”
“For which customers? All zero of them?” Ashley asked, leaning over Aaron's counter.
“Sure, say that now. Just wait until the after school crowd comes in, and I'll let you handle them on your own.” After some thought, he added, “And the Tuesday night tour buses.”
“You forgot to say 'have a nice day'. I'm tellin' Shelly.” Ashley skipped away to her cash register, the only other one, just a few feet away.
Aaron had recently gotten permission to leave classes one period early once a week so he could pick up some extra time at his job at Food 'n Stuff. It meant closing, but he preferred closing to opening any day. His manager, Shelly, was fond of cutting corners when the pay was concerned. Aaron was now working as an unofficial assistant manager with a cashier's wages. On the books, he was a cashier and yet there he stood, fingers drumming on the counter, the store's keys in his pocket and no manager in sight. Shelly took most nights off to play poker, but Aaron pretended not to know that. Yes ma’am, and Right away, he always said. Money was money, and unemployment was scary enough to keep him from complaining.
Besides, anything to keep him away from the folks, with their cryptic sighs and disappointed looks out of the corner of their eyes. And the questions.
Aaron had started absently fiddling with the box cutter in his pocket when he saw her.
A kid stumbled into view just outside the glass doors, bruised and bloody. It looked like she was standing only by a thread, as if a cruel puppet master was forcing her upright and dragging her along with a single string.
Aaron's eyes widened at the sight of her. For a moment his legs wouldn't budge, but then he was off in a flash, shouting at Ashley who was frozen in horror, “Stay there!” Aaron threw one of the glass doors open as the bells above him jingled.
As he approached the girl, Aaron could now see the full extent of her injuries. He held a hand to his mouth and marveled that she was even standing at all.
“Are you okay?” That was the first question on his mind. *Stupid question, stupid. She's clearly in a bad way, you idiot.* “Kid, what happened? We need to get you inside.” Just as he had begun to lead the poor girl, however, she threw up as her knees buckled. Aaron had barely managed to catch her head before it smacked onto the pavement. “Jesus!” He shouted, his voice cracking. Aaron scooped her up in his arms and with a thought, looked around, trying to see if whoever did this was still around. There was no one, however. He only heard the wind and a car in the distance.
As he backed up through the front door still carrying the girl, he heard Ashley gasp behind him. He glared at her as he passed, not out of anger but to get his point across. “Stay out here. If anyone suspicious comes looking, you haven't seen anyone, got it?” Her bottom lip shook as she nodded, eyes glassing up already. Not good. If whoever did this did come back, they would see through poor Ashley instantly. In his haste, he forgot to tell her to call the police.
Aaron jogged to the back of the store towards the employees only section. He entered the storeroom, choosing it because of its size compared to the tiny cluttered office and bathroom sized break room to the left. Aaron's eyes darted and his mind spun in circles as he tried to figure out what to do. After a moment that felt more like an hour, he put the kid down gently on the floor for now. Stepping over her, he ripped open one of the huge boxes full of pillows they had gotten off the truck the day before, made a makeshift bed out of them and transferred the girl on top of them.
Without warning, a tap on his shoulder made Aaron jump like a scared rabbit. Ashley was directly behind him, holding out a pair of broken glasses wordlessly, eyes wide. Aaron took them gratefully, but not without remonstrating her. “I thought I said to stay up front. Go.” As she shuffled away, he started to open totes hurriedly, grabbing bandages and anything else he could find that would help.
Does anybody mind if I have my character jump to Lily's rescue?
Sounds good to me, that's how I've usually done it. Writing my post as we speak (type?) and I am really REALLY tempted to call the store Aaron works at Food 'n Stuff.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54SdxmRHV6U
From the moment he was born on the second of October in 1996, Aaron Deerling's parents had his life practically mapped out for him. They knew what school they were going to send him to, what kind of clothes he would wear, which instrument he was going to master and which teacher was going to help him master it. What they didn't count on was their son growing up with a serious lack of ambition. Aaron had no interest in succeeding professionally, though he does have a healthy interest in life. He would much rather sit in a camping chair, stare at the sky and listen to life than do anything academically satisfying. He is a sensual man that way, he enjoys touching things, looking at beautiful paintings, and listening to music. (that part his parents did succeed in hammering into his brain; love of the universal language, especially classical music and even Broadway musicals.)
It was his good fortune that his family decided to settle down in a small town. Aaron hates crowds and busy cities with a passion. Honking horns, people shouting, impatience, sometimes he just can't deal with it. Drama in general is a no-fly zone with Aaron. Before he turned eighteen, he was a nervous wreck. Every new day held something difficult to deal with, speaking in class, making excuses to teachers, even going into the store to buy something. It felt like everyone was watching him make an ass of himself. Thankfully, once he started working part time as a cashier at a convenience store close to home, most of these fears either dissipated or became bearable. He's on a new mission now; to relax.
However, when Aaron was growing up, there seemed to be something gnawing at him. It's difficult to describe a lack of something, but it's easy to feel it. Aaron felt it, and he heard things. Puberty came and went, and soon his started to hear his friends and peers talking about dating. Girls, checking out chicks, going to the movies, making out. It felt...foreign. Aaron understood what they were talking about, movies and television had taught him enough, and he had definitely gotten 'the talk' from his folks. But with him, it just didn't seem to click. There was no urge to do what they were doing. Dating and even kissing had no appeal to him, and not because he was busy doing other things. He had no fantasies about men, either. It wasn't about wanting something else, it was about not wanting anything at all.
For a long time, Aaron ignored it. He assumed that he just hadn't found someone he liked enough, or maybe he was just slower than everyone else, or probably everyone else was just obsessed with sex and he was the only normal one. In any case, one day he did a little research online and found a word: asexual. It was an eye opening evening, to find out in one fell swoop that he wasn't broken, that he wasn't wrong, and that he wasn't alone. It was so exciting to him that he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, or at least to his friends and parents. That's when the troubles started. And the questions, the disbelief, the doubt and the ostracizing. Half the school seemed to think he had been abused, or that he had been castrated. His parents prayed for him nightly. Aaron knew that it wasn't as anywhere near as bad as some people had it, but on certain days it definitely stung. Now he just tries to keep his head down and his mouth shut.
Whee! I'll start working on my opening post, but that doesn't mean I'm calling dibs.
Gotcha. I didn't realize the guild had been down.
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