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Irisity
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Doing stuff today, sorry if i dont post a lot!
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Hi, I'm Mattie, but I go by Iris or Irisity on here.
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
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@Heat I keep forgetting to tell you but I know a guy who looks exactly like Joe. He was one of my dad's coworkers til he left but I saw him almost a month ago but when I saw your face claim I was like "wtf is that David?"
@Rosalind Drink water in between shots! You'll have no hangover. And I'm going to a haunted house/corn maze on Halloween so I won't post anything that night until maybe after 12am EST
The new man seemed menacingly sarcastic. With his wide, toothy grin, and his piercing eyes, she felt like a child again. He taunted the soldiers like they were old friends who quarled easily.
"Now then, surely this girl hasn't harmed anyone, hm?"
Wynona scuffed loudly at the remark. The man suggested escorting her home. "Home is back on the west coast, sweetie," she said. She didn't want to fuck with either of the vampires, in the warehouse or on the street.
"Now then, surely this girl hasn't harmed anyone, hm?"
Wynona scuffed loudly at the remark. The man suggested escorting her home. "Home is back on the west coast, sweetie," she said. She didn't want to fuck with either of the vampires, in the warehouse or on the street.
"Do we look friendly to you?"
Georgia shrugged. She wanted to come closer, but the blonde next to the red woman seemed reckless and an ally of her's. "Do any of us look friendly?" She replied. Everyone she'd seen in here so far, corpses included, looked like fight dogs, bred and born to tear each other apart.
"Not always," the red woman said. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody."
Georgia grimaced slightly. She may have a shit IQ, but she still had common sense. "No ma'am. My momma taught me better than that." In truth, she did. When your head is in the lion's jaws, you pet it, her mother's words echoed in her head.
Suddenly their eyes shifted to someone behind her. "Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?"
Georgia resisted immediately turning to see who stood behind her, but she new the red woman would squeeze that trigger before she even had time to blink. She slowly turned to look at the newcomer, an awkward looking boy-man who seemed too not criminal. More playing dungeons and dragons in his basement or talking lore about his favorite fantasy book in a book club. He wasn't a fight dog. He was a newborn puppy, it's eyes still shut. The thought normally would've made Georgia smile, but she didn't feel too obliged with a gun pointed at her.
The group beckoned the boy-man to help them. Georgia wanted to scuff at it, but the boy-man seemed sincere in his demeanor. The red and the rebel took positions to watch other their group's back, particularly keeping their eyes fixated on Georgia and the entrance. Shit. She hadn't thought about that. More might be coming soon. She turned her back away from the mouth of the Apox, turning her back to the forest but keeping her eyes on the entrance at the group. She glanced at the skyline. Still no reinforcements.
"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way," the red woman said. She murmured something softer to rebel.
The empty skyline set Georgia on edge, but she stayed put. "Look," she stated. "Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."
Georgia shrugged. She wanted to come closer, but the blonde next to the red woman seemed reckless and an ally of her's. "Do any of us look friendly?" She replied. Everyone she'd seen in here so far, corpses included, looked like fight dogs, bred and born to tear each other apart.
"Not always," the red woman said. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody."
Georgia grimaced slightly. She may have a shit IQ, but she still had common sense. "No ma'am. My momma taught me better than that." In truth, she did. When your head is in the lion's jaws, you pet it, her mother's words echoed in her head.
Suddenly their eyes shifted to someone behind her. "Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?"
Georgia resisted immediately turning to see who stood behind her, but she new the red woman would squeeze that trigger before she even had time to blink. She slowly turned to look at the newcomer, an awkward looking boy-man who seemed too not criminal. More playing dungeons and dragons in his basement or talking lore about his favorite fantasy book in a book club. He wasn't a fight dog. He was a newborn puppy, it's eyes still shut. The thought normally would've made Georgia smile, but she didn't feel too obliged with a gun pointed at her.
The group beckoned the boy-man to help them. Georgia wanted to scuff at it, but the boy-man seemed sincere in his demeanor. The red and the rebel took positions to watch other their group's back, particularly keeping their eyes fixated on Georgia and the entrance. Shit. She hadn't thought about that. More might be coming soon. She turned her back away from the mouth of the Apox, turning her back to the forest but keeping her eyes on the entrance at the group. She glanced at the skyline. Still no reinforcements.
"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way," the red woman said. She murmured something softer to rebel.
The empty skyline set Georgia on edge, but she stayed put. "Look," she stated. "Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."
Name: Amelia Tywin
Abstract: The little girl with hunger for a new horizon.
Detail: Amelia, a street rat of only 11 years old, wants to leave this town. Despite being a homeless child, regular sleeping on the benches and in the trees of Daton Park, she was treated fairly well by the street vendors, and would attract lots of sympathy, causing many people to give her free food and charitable donations she would always spend on candy. But her feet and mind have become too calloused for this town. She bought a new pair of shoes and headed towards the gates, patiently awaiting for the doors to open once she heard about the request for travellers.
@JulienJaden It reminded Christine of an animal that had been beaten one too many times and was ready to bite as soon as somebody posed a threat to it. Very true, I really like that line.
@Kurai Assassin excuse that, I've been out of it today. I'll fix that right away~
@Mateotis It is good! I enjoyed it
@Bornlucky ooh, you have a good point. Imagine a young child going on the trip. That might be a cool character to play
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