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Lunacy C-9 [Sci-fi survival horror]

Ooh, very interested. But I'll wait and see if this harbors any more takers before I commit.

The Bitter End - A Post Apocalypse Tale (based on The Last Of Us) - Advanced/Casual

Absolutely love Last of Us! This caught my eye, but I'll wait and see until it's harbored some more interest before I commit.

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The wave of ease that always came after the boy's agreement to get her washed over Olivia as she tucked the phone into her back jean pocket. Unfortunately the wave brought with it a tinge of guilt, and although it wasn't overwhelming, she still proceeded to stub out the rest cigarette on the concrete after a few more pulls. Earlier that day, Aidan had gifted her with an e-cig, despite all her protesting about how lame and unauthentic it was. It would have probably been better if she had grabbed the vapor stick instead of her pack, but it was still buried underneath the nicotine patches and gum that had come with the present, and she wasn't touching those with a ten foot pole. Not yet, anyway. She knew her quitting her smoking was high on his wish list in their friendship, but it was a habit long drilled into her anatomy and it wasn't going to stop any time soon. The best she could do was not let him catch her in the act, at least.

Standing up, she turned and began walking the few feet back to her house, peeling her jacket and bag from around her as she went. The leather reeked of her betrayal, so naturally, it had to go. Replacing her bag, Olivia balled up the garment and heaved it across the fence into her backyard, where she knew it would stay until she went to retrieve it the next day. It wasn't freezing outside, but the breeze brushing past her raised goosebumps on the bare skin of her arms as she padded back to her post at the corner. Thank whatever was up there that Aidan didn't live too far. As she went, she pulled out the water bottle she'd filled with the Jack he'd gotten her and took a sip or two, content with how it warmed her as she waited.

The brunette had just slipped the bottle back into her purse when she heard the familiar drone of the vehicle coming towards her. Aidan's family was much more well-off than hers was, so while she was a year older than him, she still didn't have a car of her own. She didn't envy him, though. He was always so focused on school and maintaining the trust of his parents, etcetera, etcetera. To be honest, Olivia didn't know how the two had become as close as they were; they were as different as dog and cat. His parents sure as hell recognized the fact - hence their clear distaste for her whenever she was around them. She knew of the famous arguments in the McDavid household that contained her name, and though she regretted causing rifts between him and his parents, it wasn't like she was going to give up his friendship over it. And she was grateful that he obviously felt the same way.

With her arms folded across her chest, more so to protect herself from the cold than anything, she watched the sleek sports car pull up to where she stood. Olivia stepped down from the curb and reached a hand out to open the door after hearing the click, but hesitated a moment after remembering the red mark on her face. It had stopped stinging for the most part, but she was sure it was still a little pink from the contact. She took comfort in the fact that it would be dark in the car for the ride to his house, and proceeded to pull the door open and climb inside. For the minute or two when the lights inside were on because of her open door, she was sure to keep her face turned away from him, so that her short hair could hide the affected side. She only looked forward again when they went out.

Clicking on her seatbelt as Aidan took off from the curb, she noticed the extra hoodie waiting for her on the dashboard, and she leaned forward to grab it, pulling it close to her body and hugging it like she would a pillow. It was little things like this that made her eternally indebted to him. Olivia began to chew on her lower lip out of nervousness, hyper aware that she still smelled faintly of tobacco. And now on top of that, whiskey. He had remained silent since she'd gotten into the car and didn't ask any questions about what had happened, which she appreciated more than anything. But she knew he would get a whiff of her eventually - if not already. He was the one person she hated to disappoint, even though she couldn't help if it happened more often than she'd like for it to.

Digging into her purse, she pulled out a stick of gum for herself and popped it into her mouth after unwrapping it, a sign of her trying to make it up to him in whatever way she could at that point. The two were silent for a bit longer, with Olivia looking out the window, still careful of her face. After another moment or two had passed, she cleared her throat softly and spoke, trying to lighten the atmosphere. It wasn't going to do any good lingering on what had happened with her father. And so she deployed her usual tactic of avoiding things by making jokes. "Sorry for interrupting your hot date," she said, glancing pointedly at his pajama attire and letting the corner of her mouth pull upwards into a small, smug smile.

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Olivia Mitford
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11:47 PM

Thirteen minutes before her eighteenth birthday. Twenty-two minutes after her father began the argument. She didn't think her parents would still be up; their usual bedtime was sometime around 9:30. There was no reason to think tonight would have been any different. But as Olivia began her cautious descent down the stairs, pulling her worn black jacket around her, she felt the twinge of premonition tugging in her gut. Sure enough, just before the foot of the stairs, her eyes fell on the pool of orange-tinted light that spilled into the entrance hallway from the living room.

"Going out?" came the deep timbre of her father's voice as she cussed under her breath. And thus began what seemed like the billionth fight between the two, with Olivia hurling insult after insult at the bastard and her father raging on about what a disappointment she was - and was going to continue to be. At some point, Mrs. Mitford finally padded down the stairs herself after trying to ignore the whole thing, determined to keep them from throwing the furniture at each other.

It was only a few minutes after her mother had added her own voice into the mix that Olivia had decided she'd had enough. She was turning legal in less than twenty minutes, and she sure as hell wasn't going to spend it listening to her parents screaming. Her father, of course, had other ideas, immediately snatching his daughter's wrist as she was turning to leave. His grip was tight, supported by years of resentment and the momentum of the situation. Not one to be manhandled by anyone, especially not the man who called himself her father, Olivia twisted and turned, trying to escape from his hold. The struggle eventually resulted in the red, stinging hand shaped mark on her left cheek that the night breeze soothed with every step she took away from the damned house.

Her movements were both jerky and shaky as she extracted her half empty pack from her pocket and slipped a cigarette between her plum colored lips. After a few failed attempts with the lighter, the flame finally caught, allowing her to take a long drag from the stick. She was basking in the instantaneous relief it gave her when she felt a tingling sensation down the side of her nose, and it was only when she went to swipe at it did she realize she had been lightly crying. Somewhat annoyed at herself, the brunette quickly brushed away whatever else had managed to escape from her eyes as she reached the corner of her street.

She lowered herself down to sit on the curb, her arms dangling between her knees except when she took a pull from the cig. An hour ago she had been so ready to go out and be wild at her biggest birthday party to date, but the fight had somehow deflated her, and it was with a sober expression on her features that she took out her cellphone and unlocked it, glancing at the time before she let her fingers do the rest.

The ringing in her ear seemed to echo in her mind, which had emptied itself of anything but the cancer stick between her two fingers. She snapped back to attention just when she heard the click of someone answering the phone after having counted a total of six rings. Although it was nearly midnight, Olivia didn't lead with an apology for waking him up or being a bother. They'd been through this routine so many times that it probably would have been weirder if she had done so. "Hey, uhh.." Her clogged nose was so obvious from her voice that she knew he would know at once that she'd been crying. The realization caused her eyelids to flutter shut with slight frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. His getting upset about what had happened to her was the last thing she needed right now. Olivia could only hope that the red welt on her face would disappear before he got there. "Could you come pick me up?"

That was it. She knew she didn't have to explain herself to him. And that was why he was her best friend.

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Tada! New clean thread. :)

Staying logged in?

Ahh, okay, roger that. Thank you!

Totally new..

That's totally fine, we don't bite! Welcome aboard, then. (:

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HEY HI HELLO YAY!
Thank god, because messaging on the PS was so inconvenient, haha. Hallo Icc :)

Staying logged in?

This obviously isn't as important as the other things, but the old site had a feature where, if you chose it, you would stay logged in. So every time you went on to the site, you didn't have to input your credentials again and again. I thought this was really convenient, since I'm sure some of us only go on the site on our own computers, etc. It's just a little bothersome when you accidentally close your RPG tab and have to sign in again.

Probably just me whining and being lazy, so like I said, it's not so important. But that's all. (:

Take 2:

Bliss here, again.
That's all. Carry on.
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