Quick drawing of Zoey in her work gear
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STATUS: A piece of snow hit me in the eye when I walked out to my car. Is this how I become the superhero known as Snowman? 7 yrs ago
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A piece of snow hit me in the eye when I walked out to my car. Is this how I become the superhero known as Snowman?
7 yrs ago
My Coworkers asked me what I've been doing this morning and they couldn't understand roleplaing. Maybe because they're old? Or....dumb?
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Anyone who's looking for a Persona Roleplay, check me out!
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Looking to get my creative juices flowing. Currently working a boring desk job instead of writing. Figured this would be a good way to have fun and create with others :D.
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Quick drawing of Zoey in her work gear
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We have a long beach in wa state. It's not so nice, lots of meth in a small dying beach town. :D
We have a long beach in wa state. It's not so nice, lots of meth in a small dying beach town. :D
Zoey pushed the buttons on the screen, typing in her pin for the thousandth time, signing out for the day. She was in a hurry. By her time, she was 15 minutes late already. There wasn't a moment to change out of the apron and green shirt that Joann's had provided.
"Shit" she muttered under her breath as she pulled her messenger bag out of her locker. It had patches on it from random youtube personalities she had been following for the past years. Her favorite was BigTimeTrouble, a vlogger from Long Beach, she had even met him once on the pier.
She took steps to leave the break-room, but was stopped by a familiar voice "Zoey, I need to talk to you for a second." She recognized the voice as Dan, her supervisor, mid 20's, greased up hair, and a real ass hole.
"I noticed you were distracted today, you can't keep coming into work with your head in the clouds. I really don't want to lay you off, I know you and your family needs this."
Zoey bit her tongue again and looked at her feet. "I'm sorry Dan, I'll try to do better next time."
"There's no try about it Zoey," he shot back "Listen, some of us from work are going out tonight. You should come, make some friends, learn to enjoy it here."
"Sorry, I have plans," she said motioning her body toward the door and walking out. She could hear Dan chuckle behind her saying "You're loss I guess."
Damn now she was 20 minutes late.
The food court wasn't a long walk from Joann's, and it wasn't long before she saw her friends huddled around the usual table. Ally seemed to be in the middle of talking to the group "I wish we could have super powers or something. Then we could stop crime much better than these cops."
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." she said to the group as she took a seat. Nobody seemed to be too peeved, but it was clear that she had missed something fairly important. She looked at Ally "I think anyone could do better than the police honestly." But, they all knew how she felt about them. Even before her dad was killed, they had only caused her trouble. Her skin was just a shade too dark for them, maybe that thought wasn't fair, but it was her experience. For a family that didn't break any laws, they had run into more trouble than any of her white friends growing up.
"Shit" she muttered under her breath as she pulled her messenger bag out of her locker. It had patches on it from random youtube personalities she had been following for the past years. Her favorite was BigTimeTrouble, a vlogger from Long Beach, she had even met him once on the pier.
She took steps to leave the break-room, but was stopped by a familiar voice "Zoey, I need to talk to you for a second." She recognized the voice as Dan, her supervisor, mid 20's, greased up hair, and a real ass hole.
"I noticed you were distracted today, you can't keep coming into work with your head in the clouds. I really don't want to lay you off, I know you and your family needs this."
Zoey bit her tongue again and looked at her feet. "I'm sorry Dan, I'll try to do better next time."
"There's no try about it Zoey," he shot back "Listen, some of us from work are going out tonight. You should come, make some friends, learn to enjoy it here."
"Sorry, I have plans," she said motioning her body toward the door and walking out. She could hear Dan chuckle behind her saying "You're loss I guess."
Damn now she was 20 minutes late.
The food court wasn't a long walk from Joann's, and it wasn't long before she saw her friends huddled around the usual table. Ally seemed to be in the middle of talking to the group "I wish we could have super powers or something. Then we could stop crime much better than these cops."
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." she said to the group as she took a seat. Nobody seemed to be too peeved, but it was clear that she had missed something fairly important. She looked at Ally "I think anyone could do better than the police honestly." But, they all knew how she felt about them. Even before her dad was killed, they had only caused her trouble. Her skin was just a shade too dark for them, maybe that thought wasn't fair, but it was her experience. For a family that didn't break any laws, they had run into more trouble than any of her white friends growing up.
Name: Zoey Martinez
Alias: Zero
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Looks:
Occupation: Currently working at a Joann’s Fabric Store in the Long Beach Commercial Center.
Personality: Zoey is quiet, but has been more open in the past weeks as Zero. Zoey is often unseen and rarely heard. Zoey spends a lot of her time thinking about things, and what she can do to change things. Her hero life has quickly become her “personality”, and it allows her to have confidence.
Backstory: Zoey played Lacrosse in high school, but even on her team she was fairly unknown. As a keeper there was a long tradition of of numbering them as Zero. She had memories of those days, when her father would come to watch her games. He barely knew English, but she could hear him chant “Zero is the Hero!” from the crowd. At the time she was so embarrassed, but now she’d give anything to hear that again.
Her Lacrosse skills had got her a full ride scholarship at the State College. Her first year had gone fairly well, until she received news of her father’s death. She returned to Long Beach, to help support her family. Getting a job at Joann’s her family was able to skate by for the time being as her brother and sister grew.
Her father’s death continued to weigh on her, he had been working as a security guard for a local company near the docks, and had been shot during a burglary. The police continued to tell the family that there wasn’t any solid leads. She's fed up with the system, and only really enjoys spending time with her new friends at Long Beach Commercial Center.
Skills/Weapons: Zero uses a large stick/staff as her primary weapon. Outside of her athletic skills, she has average intelligence, but has been told that her writing is good for her age.
Alias: Zero
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Looks:
Occupation: Currently working at a Joann’s Fabric Store in the Long Beach Commercial Center.
Personality: Zoey is quiet, but has been more open in the past weeks as Zero. Zoey is often unseen and rarely heard. Zoey spends a lot of her time thinking about things, and what she can do to change things. Her hero life has quickly become her “personality”, and it allows her to have confidence.
Backstory: Zoey played Lacrosse in high school, but even on her team she was fairly unknown. As a keeper there was a long tradition of of numbering them as Zero. She had memories of those days, when her father would come to watch her games. He barely knew English, but she could hear him chant “Zero is the Hero!” from the crowd. At the time she was so embarrassed, but now she’d give anything to hear that again.
Her Lacrosse skills had got her a full ride scholarship at the State College. Her first year had gone fairly well, until she received news of her father’s death. She returned to Long Beach, to help support her family. Getting a job at Joann’s her family was able to skate by for the time being as her brother and sister grew.
Her father’s death continued to weigh on her, he had been working as a security guard for a local company near the docks, and had been shot during a burglary. The police continued to tell the family that there wasn’t any solid leads. She's fed up with the system, and only really enjoys spending time with her new friends at Long Beach Commercial Center.
Skills/Weapons: Zero uses a large stick/staff as her primary weapon. Outside of her athletic skills, she has average intelligence, but has been told that her writing is good for her age.
@ihinka Do you want to work together on a post? So that my boy can thank you and get to know Ro and the group?
"I'm glad you made it Nippy." a voice vibrated through Nippikin's suit.
He looked up to see Mia standing above him, seemingly no worse for ware. Although she herself was also perspiring heavily. Nippikin shot up on his tentacles, leaning over the young nurse.
"I am happy that you did not die!" he said, as sincerely as his vocalizer allowed.
"It was a close one," she admitted "I would have been dust if not for that Noxarra."
Nippikin remembered seeing a Noxarra and some humans earlier in the day, it must not have been a coincidence. He made a note to himself to thank the Noxarra himself when next he saw them.
Mia continued talking "I've been helping in cargo bay 3, was coming to see if any other's needed help, but I see these folks are in your hands."
"Thanks for checking, I will not worry about bay 3 than either." Nippikin said, turning back to re-enter the bay.
"You still owe me lunch by the way," she said, Nippikin stopped dead in his tracks, he did owe her lunch, and he wasn't one to go against his word.
"Soon it shall be dinner time," the Gulin muttered to himself, deep in thought over how he could remedy the terrible situation he had found himself in.
"Than we shall have dinner together," Mia responded as she turned to leave. "Come hell or high water."
Nippikin wasn't sure what this phrase meant, but in context he assumed it meant "No matter what". Indeed, he would see her again, that was good.
He looked up to see Mia standing above him, seemingly no worse for ware. Although she herself was also perspiring heavily. Nippikin shot up on his tentacles, leaning over the young nurse.
"I am happy that you did not die!" he said, as sincerely as his vocalizer allowed.
"It was a close one," she admitted "I would have been dust if not for that Noxarra."
Nippikin remembered seeing a Noxarra and some humans earlier in the day, it must not have been a coincidence. He made a note to himself to thank the Noxarra himself when next he saw them.
Mia continued talking "I've been helping in cargo bay 3, was coming to see if any other's needed help, but I see these folks are in your hands."
"Thanks for checking, I will not worry about bay 3 than either." Nippikin said, turning back to re-enter the bay.
"You still owe me lunch by the way," she said, Nippikin stopped dead in his tracks, he did owe her lunch, and he wasn't one to go against his word.
"Soon it shall be dinner time," the Gulin muttered to himself, deep in thought over how he could remedy the terrible situation he had found himself in.
"Than we shall have dinner together," Mia responded as she turned to leave. "Come hell or high water."
Nippikin wasn't sure what this phrase meant, but in context he assumed it meant "No matter what". Indeed, he would see her again, that was good.
Cool cool! She's a nurse btw. @ihinka
There was nothing Nippikin could do. Their wounds were too severe, and his knowledge of Braparken biology was limited. Their cause of death, multiple slashing/stabbing wounds to the torso, both hearts experiencing massive failure. They weren’t the only one either. Nippikin looked around at the cargo bay full of injured and deceased parties. A handful of military medics were treating the others. The same people that had been attempting to make their way on the ship. They had their wish Nippikin supposed, just not in the way they had hoped. The doctor removed a bead from the Brap’s clothing and put it into his pocket, a reminder that he had to study Braparken anatomy with more vigor in the future. He marked the corpse with a time of death, and covered them with a plastic sheet.
He couldn’t help but think about Mia. Had she made it onto the ship in time? There was rumbling that the moon was unstable, that it was falling apart. He refocused, as he started treating a young human man. The male had lost an arm, separated at the elbow, it had been tied off, and he was currently unconscious. But, he would likely pull through, as he had received treatment only a few moments after separation.
Nippikin noticed the woman from before, she had arrived in a vehicle in front of the make shift medical unit. She was helping one of the medics to treat patients. If she had made it back…maybe that was a sign that Mia had as well. He continued to work, scanning the room occasionally as if she would appear before him at his bequest. This distracted feeling was strange to him, there was work to do, but it was almost as if it didn’t have the same weight. His suit began to fog again, and he felt his tentacles giving way beneath him. The automated doors opened in front of him, and he sat in the hallway overwhelmed. This had never happened twice in one day. There was a noise over the intercom, about the attack, but it seemed distant. He knew his purpose, he knew he was helping, but he was…worried. Worried he would never see his friend again.
He couldn’t help but think about Mia. Had she made it onto the ship in time? There was rumbling that the moon was unstable, that it was falling apart. He refocused, as he started treating a young human man. The male had lost an arm, separated at the elbow, it had been tied off, and he was currently unconscious. But, he would likely pull through, as he had received treatment only a few moments after separation.
Nippikin noticed the woman from before, she had arrived in a vehicle in front of the make shift medical unit. She was helping one of the medics to treat patients. If she had made it back…maybe that was a sign that Mia had as well. He continued to work, scanning the room occasionally as if she would appear before him at his bequest. This distracted feeling was strange to him, there was work to do, but it was almost as if it didn’t have the same weight. His suit began to fog again, and he felt his tentacles giving way beneath him. The automated doors opened in front of him, and he sat in the hallway overwhelmed. This had never happened twice in one day. There was a noise over the intercom, about the attack, but it seemed distant. He knew his purpose, he knew he was helping, but he was…worried. Worried he would never see his friend again.
oh dear
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