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Well I've posted twice so it'd be rude if I just went crazy on it anymore.
Plz disregard largeness of head. This is scanners fault.
@Ashgan Yo, thanks. And you're on the right track with that assumption about the memory. Also, with your post, I really do like how you added the concept of killing to regain identity. It adds a new level of depth to the hell.
P.S. I hold shift key like a boss, no caps lock. But I'll make note of being sparser with the capitalizing for emphasis.
P.S. I hold shift key like a boss, no caps lock. But I'll make note of being sparser with the capitalizing for emphasis.
@bobert778....I fuckon luv it.
It was at that very moment, where life had gone topsy turvey, Jooker began to think deeply. This was unusual for the man as of late, his thoughts being mainly centralized on the day to day necessities and or sleeping. He thought about each of the individuals who had just been lost. Reviewing how they had met, what they'd talked about, and the terms they had departed on.
Specialist Mclower, Frederick Mclower, he was about six-foot tall, was a lighter shade of brown. He'd always seemed fidgety, not quite manic just paranoid. Jooker had trouble recalling a definite age, but he pinned it to about twenty-five. Over the three months they knew eachother it was strictly professional. However two weeks past they had managed to talk for a good while, bordering on something of an aquaintance.
Sergeant Derdan, ??? Derdan, he never got a first name from him. Actually he never got anything from him, save for what could be seen. Derdan was tall and muscular, his skin a much darker hue. His green eyes where always tense, there wasn't much fooling around as far as he ws concerned. None of the former Patrolmen had known him in all good honesty. He kept his life and his work seperate.
Officer Heinz, Gerry it is Heinz, was the closest of the group to Jooker. Unlike in most military set-ups Gerry's title as Officer was not a preventative in fratrenizing with his men. He was roughly Jookers height at around five-ten, but his years showed. At the ripe age of thirty-six Gerry Heinz was a five tour veteran of the frontier. His skintone was similar to McLower, being a light brownish, and his hair had a kind of retro-look to it, all while being within regulations. He and Jooker got along without a hitch. They weren't close friends but they knew one another well enough to forego awkward meets.
All these thoughts swam about his head, as he stared off into eternity below his visor. The emotions started to take center stage as he realized his reality. It all came tumbling down as he lost his focus on the current, forgetting his enemies existence. God did his left arm hurt.
Specialist Mclower, Frederick Mclower, he was about six-foot tall, was a lighter shade of brown. He'd always seemed fidgety, not quite manic just paranoid. Jooker had trouble recalling a definite age, but he pinned it to about twenty-five. Over the three months they knew eachother it was strictly professional. However two weeks past they had managed to talk for a good while, bordering on something of an aquaintance.
Sergeant Derdan, ??? Derdan, he never got a first name from him. Actually he never got anything from him, save for what could be seen. Derdan was tall and muscular, his skin a much darker hue. His green eyes where always tense, there wasn't much fooling around as far as he ws concerned. None of the former Patrolmen had known him in all good honesty. He kept his life and his work seperate.
Officer Heinz, Gerry it is Heinz, was the closest of the group to Jooker. Unlike in most military set-ups Gerry's title as Officer was not a preventative in fratrenizing with his men. He was roughly Jookers height at around five-ten, but his years showed. At the ripe age of thirty-six Gerry Heinz was a five tour veteran of the frontier. His skintone was similar to McLower, being a light brownish, and his hair had a kind of retro-look to it, all while being within regulations. He and Jooker got along without a hitch. They weren't close friends but they knew one another well enough to forego awkward meets.
All these thoughts swam about his head, as he stared off into eternity below his visor. The emotions started to take center stage as he realized his reality. It all came tumbling down as he lost his focus on the current, forgetting his enemies existence. God did his left arm hurt.
Nvm. Disregard.
Oh...maybe we should make an order then? Just so there's no confusion. A rule a thumb if you will.
Also I know I b saying lots and asking lots already. But if it's not too demanding we should try to confer on when the real OG RPin is happening here. Like pick a time to really jam at it when the time allows. I just feel like the pacing has been kinda awkward. If it pleases.
Like for Arteries, I'd prolly ditch the poncho. Butt Sable is pretty straight forward. Although both are still being ripped from their respective mediums and drawn in a different style. So they might come out...funky.
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