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5 yrs ago
Current Finally done with all my assignments; time to make some characters!
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5 yrs ago
That feeling when you have an assignment due tomorrow that's supposed to be weeks worth of work but you haven't started yet and are eating chicken wings
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6 yrs ago
Gonna be on a trip soon so will be on hiatus until the end of the weekend. I'll probably be able to make a couple posts for a day at max before I disappear until then.
6 yrs ago
Hi, Hungry, IAmKnight!
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7 yrs ago
That moment when you promise to make characters but you have like five assignments due in the next three days
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My old roleplay forum died, rip

That dodgy AC profile picture was my old forum profile picture and has been around for years, man.

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I'm wondering if the old squad's characters know each other already in this haha
Also, the old RP had parts of our history hidden, but is this one where OOC we already know everything about all the characters?
I'm gonna do what they did and copy paste my old character lmao
Is this still happening? I'd like to join. I actually did an ol' TWD roleplay with @CaptainSully and @MissCapnCrunch a year ago but it died.
Jorel had been one of the group who adamantly implored the girl to come on the supply run. He wasn't exactly sure why, be it training or to keep an eye on her or perhaps just bonding. Needless to say he was still a little surprised when the group had agreed. Here they were, stalking through the path between the trees, getting ready for a supply run. Jorel was out the front, Leo at the back, and had his revolver tucked in its holster, ready for a quick draw if need be.

Which was what happened, though Jorel expected a dead man rather than a living when he aimed down the sights.

He might've missed the commotion, had there not been a struggle. His ears were pretty perceptive though, and within moments of the girl getting pulled away from the formation, he had his revolver out, and was looking down the lengthy barrel, eyes raised when the two suddenly hugged. Curious to question the man, but not wanting to interrupt, Jorel debated whether to say something. He decided to go for it.

"Uh, hi..?"

It wasn't exactly a well-thought sentence. Jorel kept his hands tightened on the revolver's grip, and he started to pay attention to his peripherals while maintaining eye contact.
Jorel chuckled as Brooklyn agreed, opening his mouth to respond when the others had come downstairs, clearly somewhat attracted at the scent of the kitchen. Jorel was of course glad, he always found it pleasing to know people enjoyed his food. In this case he was glad to have made a nice meal for the new guest.

As Sam introduced he and Brook, he waved and smiled at the young girl, his remaining hand on his hip, careful to use the opposing hand from the hip side with his revolver holster. "Welcome to our lovely little cabin, hope you enjoy your stay here at this..." Jorel looked around the room, noting a somewhat peeled wooden cupboard, and raised his eyebrow. "...2 star hotel." He quickly whipped up a serving of the stew as Brook began to talk, displaying it as she suggested the meal.

"Feel free to have more if you like. We've made... Extras." At this, he side-eyed Brook. "And no worries, in this world we're all friends here. I've been meaning to ask, actually, do you have a group or something you should be with who might be looking for you? You were in a bit of a rush when I found you."
@Days Was it the King's birthday?
Alyssa scratched her eyebrow as students from all around flocked towards each other to converse. Of course, being a new student once again, she no longer had friends. Some people made kind smiles, but her old friends never approached her, and even though she was afraid to admit it, she was too shy to approach them. Some friends... She noticed not too long after Fay left that Emma had stood up and left the classroom, too. At least, she think she heard her name was Emma, she was a new face to her. The action instigated a similar action of her own, and she too stood up and left the room.

One thing her father couldn't do that she was particularly fond and skilled at was climbing. Using the forest trees or the urban buildings as her personal playground, she could travel from place to place in style. Least, that's what she thinks. Rather, travelling by rooftop is probably more likely to get you in trouble and cause even more time. Regardless, she hopped onto some loose bricks and began the climb onto the school building. She attracted some attention, but she refused to notice. Once she reached the top, she began a steady jog on the roofs of the square. It wasn't long before she circled the square, since beyond the square the gaps between buildings were much too big. She decided to rest leaning against the clock tower.

In the class they had learned about the old mayors. Some girls began swooning over the current mayor Marcus, to which Alyssa scoffed at. I mean, sure he's handsome and tall and stuff, but they're all immature. She shook her head in disappointment. She couldn't help agree with the statements about Marcus, however. After all, she could still imagine, right? She smirked to nobody in particular, and laid back to look at the sky, hands behind her head, awaiting for the bell to ring once more.
My tests are finally done uuuugh

Also what's the time at the moment in town?
Jorel was in the middle of gutting a river fish with the knife he had grabbed earlier. It was routine for Brook and Jorel to make the food, though of course today would be the first without Conrad. Jorel of course could understand why he had done it, but... After 9 months? Really? It occupied his mind throughout the entire course of prepping the food.

Earlier he had found Conrad follow Brook into the kitchen. He stood up to do the same, but he came back out with a number of items in hand. "Mate, what are you doing?" Conrad looked into Jorel's eyes, and it really didn't take too long to realise what his motives were. He looked at the bundle of items Conrad held; packaged foods, drinks, other consumables, some bits of survival stuff here and there, and a random pot plant that Sam would kill him for. "If you're leaving, fine mate. Just take that and go." It was a armful of stuff, but it certainly wasn't going to hinder the group's survival, except maybe Jorel's for allowing Conrad to leave with the plant. Conrad nodded, and the two exchanged a brief handshake - albeit awkward with Conrad's gear - before he left the cabin. Moments later, the Explorer sounded, and Jorel watched Conrad roll off. He sighed. Turning around, he headed towards the kitchen.

Jorel had finished gutting the fish, removing the organs from it and chucking it into a bucket that he had kicked beside him. It made a lovely splat as it hit the bottom. He grunted, then began to drain the fish of blood, before filleting it and removing the bones. The work took just as long as it took Brook to do her amount of cooking, but he had chopped it into bits in time to dump into the pot. "VoilĂ ," Jorel half-heartedly exclaimed as he tossed the fish into the pot. "One less mouth to feed, and another mouth to feed. Let's hope she isn't wasting air." Jorel hopped up onto the bench once done, leaning back to look up at the ceiling, cranking his neck. "I'd like a bath..." He sniffed himself, scrunching up his face. "Haven't had one in almost a year, it seems."
@Prosaic
Perhaps, I'll have to decide this weekend. I've just had a bunch of tests this week.
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