You're accepted. I imagine your character being a little brother figure to mine as he was a social outcast and spent hours at the same library when he was a kid. If you don't mind though, can you change his name? Magnus is
A. extremely uncommon for a southern teenager
and
B. the name of my character's dog
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STATUS: "When we go crashin' down we come back every time,'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style" 9 yrs ago
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"When we go crashin' down we come back every time,'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"
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That's a damn good way of putting it. But I don't want it to be over.
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How fucked up yet unsurprising is it that I don't even know what I want? I miss us, but I want to move on, but I want you back, but I want you to find someone else. Why is love so complicated?
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Fun, friends, parties and girls galore. It's like the world really is my oyster now. But you were the pearl. As cheesy as that sounds.
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I love and miss you terribly. Get well soon :)
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Corey's apartment will probably serve a similar purpose, in keeping with the whole "Big Bro" thing/personality lol.
Now, if we can get one last player we'll be ready for IC. Feel free to invite an experienced friend.
Now, if we can get one last player we'll be ready for IC. Feel free to invite an experienced friend.
No, no there's no problem at all, I'm fine with it. I'm just saying, I expected more teen American characters lol
I'll have the IC up after we get another player.
I'll have the IC up after we get another player.
Guys, why is it so hard to portray an American character in an American setting? lol, accepted.
All of you are accepted. And yes, she can probably stay with another member of the group as (them all being close friends and such) they'd never let one of their own have to sleep outside/alone in some hovel.
LATER THAT DAY
"Yeah, this is them."
Matt whispered, watching the small camp through his rifle's scope.
The newly united group of survivors had loaded the supplies from the campground into a pair of vehicles a couple hours earlier and followed the occasionally scant trail left by the kidnappers. They'd found signs of their activity outside a little motel in the quaint hamlet of Mineral, a few miles from Mt Rainier and largely cleared of the walking dead it seemed. The kidnappers had turned the parking lot of the hotel into a prison yard, parking several tractor trailers there as a barrier against outside aggression as well as using the trailers as holding cells.
As Matt watched, it became apparent that the group had captured a total of about a dozen other survivors, themselves numbering only ten. They were equipped and dressed quite well, having stripped their victims of any equipment and most of their clothing. He watched them for a solid half hour, only briefing witnessing Jack as get forced into a trailer with several other captured survivors. As the day progressed, Matt watched as the captives were used for slave labor, tending gardens, building defenses and clearing rubble. At one point, a team of slaves and a guard went out into the surrounding parts of the town to scavenge for supplies. It was quite obvious the group weren't just raiders or kidnappers, they were slavers. A tragic but not surprising sight in the post apocalyptic remains of humanity.
At nightfall, Matt reported his findings back to the others of the group and began laying out a plan of attack. He scribbled a map into the dirt on the side of the road, gesturing to different spots to illustrate the plan.
"We'll wait until the scavenging team goes out tomorrow and ambush the guard, try to take him hostage and interrogate him, if not, we'll try to get some answers out of the slaves and see if we can get them to join the fight. We'll hide in the buildings around the hotel while one of us sits up where I was earlier with that hunting rifle we got from the campground and hits them with sniper fire. He'll have a partner to watch his back of course. He'll knock out the sentries around the camp, two on the walls and one on the rooftop. Once they're down, we'll sprint up and slide under the trucks then wait for the others to come investigate. If they're already outside, we'll cut them down before they can run, if not we'll just roll with the punches and try to keep them pinned down while we release and arm the other slaves. Once that's done and all the slavers outside are dead, we'll surround the hotel and offer anyone inside a chance to surrender. If they take it, fine, if not we'll burn 'em out with Molotov cocktails, assuming there's no kids or hostages or whatever inside the motel. If there is, we'll have to clear it room by room and we WILL lose some people."
Dropping the stick into the dust he rested his hands on the stock of his M16.
"Questions? Comments?"
He asked of the motley crew.
"Yeah, this is them."
Matt whispered, watching the small camp through his rifle's scope.
The newly united group of survivors had loaded the supplies from the campground into a pair of vehicles a couple hours earlier and followed the occasionally scant trail left by the kidnappers. They'd found signs of their activity outside a little motel in the quaint hamlet of Mineral, a few miles from Mt Rainier and largely cleared of the walking dead it seemed. The kidnappers had turned the parking lot of the hotel into a prison yard, parking several tractor trailers there as a barrier against outside aggression as well as using the trailers as holding cells.
As Matt watched, it became apparent that the group had captured a total of about a dozen other survivors, themselves numbering only ten. They were equipped and dressed quite well, having stripped their victims of any equipment and most of their clothing. He watched them for a solid half hour, only briefing witnessing Jack as get forced into a trailer with several other captured survivors. As the day progressed, Matt watched as the captives were used for slave labor, tending gardens, building defenses and clearing rubble. At one point, a team of slaves and a guard went out into the surrounding parts of the town to scavenge for supplies. It was quite obvious the group weren't just raiders or kidnappers, they were slavers. A tragic but not surprising sight in the post apocalyptic remains of humanity.
At nightfall, Matt reported his findings back to the others of the group and began laying out a plan of attack. He scribbled a map into the dirt on the side of the road, gesturing to different spots to illustrate the plan.
"We'll wait until the scavenging team goes out tomorrow and ambush the guard, try to take him hostage and interrogate him, if not, we'll try to get some answers out of the slaves and see if we can get them to join the fight. We'll hide in the buildings around the hotel while one of us sits up where I was earlier with that hunting rifle we got from the campground and hits them with sniper fire. He'll have a partner to watch his back of course. He'll knock out the sentries around the camp, two on the walls and one on the rooftop. Once they're down, we'll sprint up and slide under the trucks then wait for the others to come investigate. If they're already outside, we'll cut them down before they can run, if not we'll just roll with the punches and try to keep them pinned down while we release and arm the other slaves. Once that's done and all the slavers outside are dead, we'll surround the hotel and offer anyone inside a chance to surrender. If they take it, fine, if not we'll burn 'em out with Molotov cocktails, assuming there's no kids or hostages or whatever inside the motel. If there is, we'll have to clear it room by room and we WILL lose some people."
Dropping the stick into the dust he rested his hands on the stock of his M16.
"Questions? Comments?"
He asked of the motley crew.
Alright then guys, I'm going to post for the slavers as well as a timeskip to get us there.
Everyone that's still in this, please post your status.
Everyone that's still in this, please post your status.
I love that idea because my char was also a street fighter. And a cop lol. So it'd be an interesting friendship. Go for it.
and yes, you may reserve everything not already taken as long as you provide me with a decent CS soon after. This goes for everyone.
and yes, you may reserve everything not already taken as long as you provide me with a decent CS soon after. This goes for everyone.
Yes. Post a CS and be forewarned, your character will be an important part of the plot of one of the episodes (he'll get involved with a gang or get falsely accused of a serious crime or something and the group has to help him out basically)
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/35929/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1065690
OOC is up
OOC is up
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