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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I don't see a reason not to join. I'm in.
The smell hit Alan like a train. All around him, vanilla, vanilla, nothing but the same god damn vanilla. The voice he had heard was unmistakenly that of the queen of vanilla herself. Alan had expected her to try and kill him, but he hadn't expected so soon or in such a torturous way. He had to focus though. While the dome appeared to be completely sealed at first glance, there had to be a small hole somewhere, otherwise he would be safe from the neurotoxin. Alan needed to find this hole so that his mandibles would have something to rip the metal apart from. However, he wasn't sure whether or not he would be able to find it in time through touch alone. He had to figure out where it was some other way. He couldn't think straight. At least not with all this vanilla scented meta-
Alan paused. It was a long shot, and he wasn't sure if it would work, but he was desperate. Trying his best to stay calm, Alan closed his eyes and moved around his mandibles, allowing the olfactory sensors inside them to analyze each smell in each direction. Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla, vanilla; it was all giving him quite a headache. Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla, vani- there! The smell in that direction was a bit different, a more sour, what he assumed the neurotoxin seeping smelled like, if it had a smell. Feeling around the origin if the scent, Alan felt a small hole in the metal. Instantly he shoved the point of his left mandible as far as it could go in the hole and pulled at it with all his might. Slowly at first, eventually gaining speed, Alan was able to peel the metal of the dome away, opening a hole just large enough for him to fit through. Bursting out, Alan found himself falling down a flight of stairs that hadn't been there when he had entered the room. Thankful for his protective exoskeleton, Alan tumbled down several more flights of stairs, eventually coming to a small door. Getting up rather clumsily, he smashed with the door and slammed it shut, happy to hear the hiss of an airlock behind him. He was now in a large white room with several doors around the edges. The only other thing in the room was what appeared to be a bloodied unconscious Tollank. So the sinful vixen had made an attempt on his life too huh? Walking over, Alan quickly checked for a pulse and walked back, happy that no one had died at the hands of Aeria yet.
Taking out the picture of his dad from his pocket and just staring at it, Alan couldn't help but think about how lucky he had been. Lucky about the vanilla helping to contrast from the neurotoxin's scent, lucky that the neurotoxin even had a scent. As Alan finished he reflection and deposited his dad's picture back in his pocket, he knew one thing: next time he saw Vanilla Demon, he would make her pay for this. Make. Her. Pay.
Alan paused. It was a long shot, and he wasn't sure if it would work, but he was desperate. Trying his best to stay calm, Alan closed his eyes and moved around his mandibles, allowing the olfactory sensors inside them to analyze each smell in each direction. Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla, vanilla; it was all giving him quite a headache. Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla, vani- there! The smell in that direction was a bit different, a more sour, what he assumed the neurotoxin seeping smelled like, if it had a smell. Feeling around the origin if the scent, Alan felt a small hole in the metal. Instantly he shoved the point of his left mandible as far as it could go in the hole and pulled at it with all his might. Slowly at first, eventually gaining speed, Alan was able to peel the metal of the dome away, opening a hole just large enough for him to fit through. Bursting out, Alan found himself falling down a flight of stairs that hadn't been there when he had entered the room. Thankful for his protective exoskeleton, Alan tumbled down several more flights of stairs, eventually coming to a small door. Getting up rather clumsily, he smashed with the door and slammed it shut, happy to hear the hiss of an airlock behind him. He was now in a large white room with several doors around the edges. The only other thing in the room was what appeared to be a bloodied unconscious Tollank. So the sinful vixen had made an attempt on his life too huh? Walking over, Alan quickly checked for a pulse and walked back, happy that no one had died at the hands of Aeria yet.
Taking out the picture of his dad from his pocket and just staring at it, Alan couldn't help but think about how lucky he had been. Lucky about the vanilla helping to contrast from the neurotoxin's scent, lucky that the neurotoxin even had a scent. As Alan finished he reflection and deposited his dad's picture back in his pocket, he knew one thing: next time he saw Vanilla Demon, he would make her pay for this. Make. Her. Pay.
Alan sat straight up when he heard the alarm, his bandana somehow untied and on the ground and his mandibles half out. He had been having a strange yet enjoyable dream, something about mangos, and wasn't happy to be yanked out of his sweet, sweet, fructose filled fantasies.
Alan picked his bandana up from the floor and tied it around his head. While he didn't trust whatever creature that voice was originating from, he didn't want to find out what being "purged from the program" entailed. It woudn't take long to get ready. He hadn't bathed in his life, and he didn't plan to start now. Chemicals in the shower water could seep through his skin and kill him! He grabbed his hoodie, about to put it on, when he felt something squishy in it's pocket
Crap, the rakfisk he thought, realizing it had been in the pocket overnight. Moving to the trashbin in the room, he awkwardly scraped the disgusting mess into the bin. Even he wouldn't eat that. Guess he would have to go without his hoodie, at least until he washed it.
Stepping out the door, trying to avoid his roommate, Alan made his way down the stairs into a hallway of many doors, looking around till he found one with his name on it. Next to the door was what appeared to be a hand scanner, but how could Alan be sure it wasn't a trap of some sort. Standing away as far as possible with his hand still able to reach it, Alan lightly poked the contraption. Nothing happened. Ok, it was just a hand scanner. Pressing his hand to it, the door slid open in front of him, revealing an empty gray room. Stepping in, the door shut behind him, leaving Alan waiting in solitude.
Marx said
An alarm blared through the Ellexkir compound, a sharp screech that pierced the ear. "Wake up and prepare yourselves for the day." The incredibly familiar voice said, reaching out to his disciples, "You have ten minutes to wash up, dress yourselves, and make your way to your individual testing facilities in this building's lower levels. Any late atendees will be purged from the program. Try not to disappoint me, shall you?"
Alan picked his bandana up from the floor and tied it around his head. While he didn't trust whatever creature that voice was originating from, he didn't want to find out what being "purged from the program" entailed. It woudn't take long to get ready. He hadn't bathed in his life, and he didn't plan to start now. Chemicals in the shower water could seep through his skin and kill him! He grabbed his hoodie, about to put it on, when he felt something squishy in it's pocket
Crap, the rakfisk he thought, realizing it had been in the pocket overnight. Moving to the trashbin in the room, he awkwardly scraped the disgusting mess into the bin. Even he wouldn't eat that. Guess he would have to go without his hoodie, at least until he washed it.
Stepping out the door, trying to avoid his roommate, Alan made his way down the stairs into a hallway of many doors, looking around till he found one with his name on it. Next to the door was what appeared to be a hand scanner, but how could Alan be sure it wasn't a trap of some sort. Standing away as far as possible with his hand still able to reach it, Alan lightly poked the contraption. Nothing happened. Ok, it was just a hand scanner. Pressing his hand to it, the door slid open in front of him, revealing an empty gray room. Stepping in, the door shut behind him, leaving Alan waiting in solitude.
I'm in!
I'm still here
We are active, it's just are characters are currently just asleep.
SaekoGami said
Lilith continued walking, she had found a place to eat, are then came back, luckily she didn't need to run into anyone that wanted to strike up conversation, as she kept walking a hooded person walked passed her. It was walking to the dorm, she only assumed, but was sure if it "hey, you know if you didn't want to talk, you could of just not talked to me...really, hiding?, that's a little sad"
Alan walked by, quickening his pace, ignoring Lillith completely. Soon, he was able to make it to his dorm and shut the door behind him. Walking carefully, paranoid that someone had rigged the room with some sorta trap, Alan made his way over to his bed. While lifting off his suitcase, Alan paused and decided to take an item out of it first. Rummaging his hand through the many rocks it was filled with, he was able to find what he was looking for: a picture of his father. Staring at it for a second, Alan put it into his pants pocket, removed his hoodie, revealing a black shirt underneath, and got into his bed, noting that it was the first time he had slept in a bed in quite a while.
Patricia looked around at the other denizens of the cocktail party, sipping her piña colada. While she enjoyed her drink, she couldn't help but be bored with everyone just standing around, talking. She'd rather be out somewhere, climbing a mountain, biking down a hill, SOMETHING to get a little adrenaline pumping through her veins. She sighed. Well, at least it was a for a good cause, raising awareness so all these fat cats would donate to the charity hosting the party, Another Path. The charity provided education and support to orphans in the Philadelphia area, so that they wouldn't be pushed towards a life of crime and violence. But still, if it weren't for the alcohol, Patricia would be pulling her hair out because of a lack of anything better to do.
Looking across the room, however, she was met with the sight of a rugged, attractive looking man with a lovely jet black tuxedo and tie. Patricia downed the rest of her piña colada, got another cocktail, and walked over. Maybe this night wouldn't be so boring after all.
Nature:
The weather is sunny, not much stuff happening out of the ordinary.
Police:
Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
Looking across the room, however, she was met with the sight of a rugged, attractive looking man with a lovely jet black tuxedo and tie. Patricia downed the rest of her piña colada, got another cocktail, and walked over. Maybe this night wouldn't be so boring after all.
Nature:
The weather is sunny, not much stuff happening out of the ordinary.
Police:
Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
Btw, sylver can't get on right now, but he told me that he doesn't want you guys to repost your CSs
Sorry for taking so long to get this up, had a lot of stuff this past week.
Name: Patricia
Last name: Branford
Nicknames (if any): None
Age (15-40): 28
Kinetic ability: Tychokinesis- ability to control probability, can change it by about 10% during normal situation, ability increases up to a 30% chnage under more and more stressful situations.
Personality: Patricia is the kind of person who just wants to have fun, no matter what that might entail. She is optimistic, enthusiastic, and cocky due to her ability to bend the odds in her favor.
Profession: Retired
Any spouse/roommates/children: Nope, but she's looking for a meaningful, long-lasting relationship.
Other interesting information: -Rich, gained her fortune through lottery tickets and gambling. -Loves children, pineapples, and dogs.
Name: Patricia
Last name: Branford
Nicknames (if any): None
Age (15-40): 28
Kinetic ability: Tychokinesis- ability to control probability, can change it by about 10% during normal situation, ability increases up to a 30% chnage under more and more stressful situations.
Personality: Patricia is the kind of person who just wants to have fun, no matter what that might entail. She is optimistic, enthusiastic, and cocky due to her ability to bend the odds in her favor.
Profession: Retired
Any spouse/roommates/children: Nope, but she's looking for a meaningful, long-lasting relationship.
Other interesting information: -Rich, gained her fortune through lottery tickets and gambling. -Loves children, pineapples, and dogs.
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