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Seasoned roleplayer mostly interested in 1x1 roleplays with mature themes and ideas.

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Interests:

History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)

Paganism (Northern European)

Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)

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Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)

Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)


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From the darkness of the air vent, emerged the sight of what I hoped so intensely to see. Not only the likeliness of another human but of my best friend. At first sight, my words refused to leave my mouth due to the pure shock. All this time I had been so certain that I was the only one left. I had visions of myself rotting away in the air vent until I could find no more food or water in the lockers or class rooms. I was certain that if my loneliness did not kill me, starvation surely would. While coming across Julia did not cure my worry for food, it certainly did bring me a wave of comfort.

Finally, after moments had passed, my brain and body began to function as normal again and I was able to speak. "Oh my god," I said slowly, peering at her through the darkness that made her barely visible. "I can't believe you're still alive...I looked everywhere I could think of." I said. "Where were you? Do you know if anyone else is alive? How have you been surviving all this time?" I flooded her with questions, not realizing she may not be able to answer them.
My breath caught in my throat, my limbs feeling as if they were numb. Hearing my name in a voice so familiar...They obviously knew me well enough to recognize me by my voice. I racked my brain, trying to register who the voice belonged to. I had gone so long without hearing another human's voice, it seemed almost foreign to me. Suddenly, it were as if a light bulb went off in my head and my confusion and fear turned into joy and disbelief.

"Julia," my mouth said the name before my mind could catch up. Surely I couldn't be imagining all of this. I slowly but steadily began to crawl towards her voice, not carrying about the noise my axe was making against the metal air vent. She couldn't have been too far down in the air vent, her voice was relatively loud.

"It's me," I spoke again, trying to assure her she wasn't in danger. I knew, if she had been through anything like I had, her mental state might not have been so stable.
Deep in thought, my hardened glare was fixed on the steel wall of the air vent, as if it would bare an answer to my unasked questions. My thoughts and the sounds of the undead were all that surrounded me daily, since the outbreak. No sign of life anywhere that I had checked. I only hoped that, regardless who it may be, that I would find a living companion.

My thoughts were abruptly interupted by a clatter that arose from down the air vent. My heart began to race with a dangerous mixture of fear and excitement. From what I had seen, these creatures did not have the capibility to climb or even run. They were so dense, in fact, that they did not recognizie my presence until I had past by them. One could run through a whole horde of them if they made sure not to brush against them. So, the thought that one of them had managed to climb up into the air vents did not seem probable to me. However, many unbelieveable incidents had occured over the last two days. I had to be cautious.

Tightening the grip on my axe, I slowly crawled towards the source of the noise, in hopes that it would be another human. Staff or student, it didn't matter. I just needed to know I wasn't alone in this.

I stopped crawling once I had gotten to where I assumed the clatter had come from. In a meek and rather quiet voice, I called out, "Is someone there?"

Name: Leah
Age: 16
Grade: 11
Gender: Female
Initial weapon: Fire axe

It was dark. It was always dark these days, with the undead that wandered the halls in their disgruntled state. With my lonesome that kept me company, I had scrambled to the air vents to escape the undead when shit had hit the fan. I didn’t know what had happened, I didn’t know anything. What caused this? I knew not. What were those things that used to be human? Students that rushed through the halls in fear of being tardy. I knew not. I called them the undead because that was the closest to what they appeared to be. Why had I not left this place? I knew not. And where were my companions? Julia? Jaclyn? Kayla? All the others? That I also did not know and it pained me to even think that they had become one of those mind numbed creatures that drooled their own blood and screeched without reason.

I wielded my weapon, a fire axe which I had taken from the office. It did me good service on the occasions that I took to the hallways, littered with undead, to snatch whatever food or supplies I could grab. I sat now, with my back against the cool wall of the air vent, checking my phone as I had done many times in the past few days. It was close to dying, a red 11% on the top. I had attempted texting Phil, texting my friends, texting my family, anyone. But no one answered and my service had stopped working after the first day. Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall of the air vent. I whimpered something I knew I did not mean; “I wish I were dead.”
I'm interested in your Burning Passion plot but was wondering if you'd be at all interested in having it be the daughter of Death rather than Satan?
Interested in the Drifter plot. PM me and we can get something started!
Interested in the Best Friends pairing. PM me and we can start something up!
Yeah, I'm really sorry guys :/ I knew I probably shouldn't have attempted to GM an rp, I'm awful at it. @Caits, if you started one, I would join. I usually keep up with rps, I'm just terrible at GMing them.
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