jagajac

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

I love our gif battles :) it makes me smile on tough days.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Guinevere meandered aimlessly, her mind fixated on the earlier arguments with her father, and stared up into the blue sky. Her feet advanced her forward towards the line of vendors tents, but she paid little attention to the surprised sounds of the commoners as she passed. Although Guinevere had grown up in the royal court her entire life, she associated herself more readily with the people of her kingdom. A small girl approached the princess, carrying a bundle of ragweed in her dirtied hands. Her voice was meek, but filled with admiration as she spoke.

"Miss, these are for you miss. I picked em' meself outside the stadium."

Guinevere's daze was interrupted by the small voice and she looked down into the peasant child's eyes. They both seemed to smile in unison, and Guinevere bent her knees to the ground to get on the girl's level. The train of her cornflower blue dress gathered in the dust, and she received the bundle appreciatively. Without saying a word, Guinevere reached behind her head and plucked a beautiful Morning Glory from her intricately braided hair. She placed the flower behind the girl's ear and tucked a piece of her stringy orange hair around the stem to secure it. Guinevere stood up, keeping the weeds clutched gently to her chest, curtsied honorably and let her feet carry her further forward.

She glanced back at the little girl, seeing her eyes widen with pure elation, as she rushed to tell her group of friends at the edge of the arena. Guinevere's bodice collided abruptly with a solid figure and she stumbled backwards with a grunt. Her hands swept down the front of her dress, as she calmly regained herself. The ragweed bundle lay scattered at the feet of the boy she had bumped into. Guinevere's eyes shifted from the weeds to the stranger, unable to form any words. She wasn't embarrassed by any means. She was afraid this commoner would make a scene and ruin her attempts to lie low among the crowd.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. I wasn't paying any attention. Those flowers, umm... I, uh, could you...?"

Guinevere didn't want to reach for them beneath him, realizing it would definitely be unladylike and quite intrusive. She smiled sheepishly into his eyes, silently praying he wouldn't raise alarm.

After Apocalypse (OOC)

MurderedLove said
@jagajacDat Omanyte

He's got the magic touch ;}

After Apocalypse (OOC)

The bitter wind tore through the abandoned alley-way, brushing aside litter and empty soda cans. Its eerie moan echoed off the brick walls and dissipated into the connecting streets. Hidden behind a broken dumpster came the faint sound of metal scratching together and a lowly grumbled strand of curses. A scrawny excuse for a woman was curled tightly against the wall violently twisting two strands of aluminum scraps together. Her brows were pulled together tightly in concentration, and the tips of her raw fingertips were beginning to break into blood. Strands of her turquoise colored hair hung limply around her face, but the rest was messily fishtailed into pigtails whose ends teased the tips of her small breasts. She finally connected the ends of the aluminum into a misshapen circle and set the creation carefully at her feet with a pile of others.

Juliana sighed heavily and shakily wiped a cold sweat from her forehead. She was hungry, dehydrated, and possibly experiencing the early stages of pure exhaustion. She hadn't slept in 2 nights after her run in with a band of thugs. They had taken her off-guard in the night. With the barrel of a fun pressed firmly into her throat, Juliana had no choice but to forfeit most of her earnings. Luckily, she was smart enough to conceal $200 in the bandages concealing her grotesquely scarred arm. Her mind continued to encourage her to remain in the shadows for a bit longer, but her weary body and grumbling stomach were loudly protesting. She had spent the majority of her day fashioning bits of aluminum into hollow circles and focused her steely blue eyes on her accomplishment.

She looked quickly in both directions, the gesture making her head spin, and removed an empty beer bottle from the confides of her lap. The sharp sound of glass shattering resounded throughout the atmosphere, and Juliana held tightly to the neck of the jagged bottle as a precaution. With her free hand she began stacking the circles of aluminum atop each other. When she had finished, Juliana removed a piece of the athletic tape from her arm and ripped it into equal pieces using her teeth. She concealed the bottom of the hollow cylinder securely and threw in a handful of mulch to cover the adhesive side. Juliana gathered up all the sharp pieces of broken glass carefully and dropped them inside the cylinder. She slid her hand behind the dumpster and sealed off the container with a discarded Folgers lid.

All she needed to complete the trap was a conducive metal plate and a heat source. Juliana sat the trap securely between her legs and leaned her head back on the brick wall. The dark, hollow circles beneath her eyes were clearly visible and her lips were cracked from the cold temperature. Her eyes closed briefly, and she tried to breath normally despite how it burned in her lungs. She decided to wait until nightfall to go out into the streets, it was her best chance to collect more supplies and relocate to a more secure location.

Do you ever question...

@wonderlandalli
I would love to incorporate biology into my lessons, but because of my position and common core curriculum... that's not a readily available option. As for the student loans, I actually got paid to go to college. I was really blessed. I have absolutely no student debt and was able to move into an apartment within months of graduating. I constantly talk to my students and try to get to know them on a deeper level, but they often reject or frustrate me when I try. Yes, this is my FIRST year and I have also heard it's the hardest. But I've never experienced anything like this... and I've worked with some pretty messed up kids in the past. Something just isn't right, but I haven't been able to put my finger on it. I miss the mark each time. As a first year teacher, I would feel so selfish to ask for a different position within the school. I've also come to the realization that a general education setting would not be any different. I would still be in the same state I'm in now. Luckily, I was able to open up with my parents this past weekend and they were very supportive. Even though they can't truly understand my situation or feelings, they're not dismissing my feelings.

@Shanks
Wow. I can't imagine sticking with something that made me unhappy for 5+ years. That speaks volumes to your character though. You must have a very strong sense of family and responsibility. I admire that! I find that RPing helps me escape from the cruelties of life and harshness of reality, but I don't know if I could write a book about my struggles. If you ever get that published, please let me know. I would love to read it. I'm continually praying and hoping God guides my decisions over the next few months... well my whole life really :] I'm glad to know that adults of all ages and walks of life struggle with similar issues. It gives me a sort of peace, ya know?

Thank you both for everything ^^ I'm usually the natural encourager, so this is way out of my comfort zone. I appreciate that I'm not in it alone.

After Apocalypse (OOC)

YoshiSkittlez said
lol same here. We have been stalked.

O_o the truth is revealed... lol, jk ViK ;]

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

YoshiSkittlez said
who are you talking to?

Isn't Nightrunner supposed to be playing as Wither? Have I just totally missed him in the IC *goes to check*

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Hey you! Where is Kevin in this mixture?? I contemplated playing his counterpart (Wallflower) at the beginning of the RP.

The Uisilons

I'm sure we can ALL relate to that. I got decked in the face trying to stop a middle school fight this morning. The joys of teaching.... *insert as much sarcasm as possible*

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RETIRED

A||ppearance
Juliana has an overall lengthiness to her physical appearance. She is 5’11” with long, lanky arms and legs to match. Her nose and cheeks are peppered with tiny brown freckles that draw attention to her steely blue irises. Juliana’s luscious lips are one of her more alluring features. Her hair is parted down the middle of her scalp and reaches to the bottom of her small breasts. It has been stained with dye for her disguises throughout her years and has now taken on a permanent faded turquoise color. Juliana usually fishtails her unruly mane into low pigtails, although multiple strands still tease at her bubbled nose. She wears whatever she can make or acquire, but prefers oversized clothing that lets her skin breath freely. There’s a gruesome burn scar that stretches along the length of her right forearm, but she conceals it with a layers of rags and athletic tape.

N||ame
Juliana Brandshei

B||irthdate
February 29, 2988 (21 years)

B||ackstory
Juliana Branshei was born into a broken world and a broken family. Her mother was a knocked-up prostitute, hoping the birth of her child would instill a sense of responsibility hiding deep within her. It didn’t. Juliana was abandoned as a toddler in the shady alleyways of San Diego. After 3 weeks on her own, little remained of the young girl besides desperation and bones. She was discovered by an elderly vagabond who, against his better judgment, took her under his wing and into his “home”.

Caesar, the man called himself, was on his last bit of luck. He had been on the run from the law for many years. Grand arson. His obsession with fire outweighed any sense of compassion for Juliana. He enlisted the girl to entice a slur of victims into his greedy web. The two were able to survive together for a decade before Juliana was bold enough to escape from the abusive man. She didn’t make it very far before being surrounded by Caesar’s remaining psychotic followers.

As punishment for her betrayal, Caesar slathered her arm in petroleum jelly and lit it on fire. Juliana went insane with pent up rage and pain. In the chaos that followed her public burning, she slipped a broken bottle deep into Caesar’s gut. His cowardly goons fled the scene, but none of them could escape her brutal adrenaline. She murdered them all in gruesome ways within the week. Since the incident, Juliana trusts and follows no one but herself.

S||tarting weapon
Her tiny fists a.k.a. nothing

S||ocial skill
Deception. Juliana can bluff, mislead, or otherwise flat out lie her way out of various situations. She is quick of mind and movement, which aid to this impish skill.

C||ombat skill
Precision. Juliana has pristine accuracy with small weapons. She can hit her mark from many yards away with a lot of aim and a little bit of luck.

C||rafting skill
Traps. Juliana can set and spot traps with ease. Although the materials for trap-making are few and far between, she has learned how to utilize common objects and even seemingly useless scraps to her advantage.

A||ppearance
Richter has the muscular physique of the common gray wolf. His flat, broad nose and widely-set jaws are more atypical of the African lion. The delicately pointed ears on the side of his head can hear a multitude of frequencies, which he relies on more due to his poor eyesight. His body is covered in sharp, thick, black scales that are tinted along the edges with a bloody red. His tail is fairly long and greatly attributes to his speed and balance. His most deadly features are the talons extending from the thumbs of his paws and his mouthful of canine teeth.

N||ame
Richter

P||urpose
Richter serves as a loyal guardian to Juliana Brandshei. She began feeding the hellish hound scraps while she was living in the chains of Caesar. The skittish mutant didn't get close to the girl for many years, but eventually his curiosity overcame him. A strong bond formed between the two, and Richter has remained close to the young woman since her desertion.

I||nteraction
Richter is a threatening predator. He hunts for food (especially meat) during the mornings for himself and occasionally his partner. He is wildy aggressive, and not even Juliana can contain him in all situations. He is fast, nimble, and incredibly dangerous to enemies. Richter's hearing is super-developed, along with his sense of smell, which aids to his hunting abilities. It also serves as a warning and protection system to Juliana. His body radiates an intense amount of heat which can also be utilized when necessary.

L||ocation
He stays with or within the area surrounding Juliana Branshei.

H||int
This NPC is controlled/owned solely by Juliana by decree of the mighty ViKtorious (will be controlled by ViK until granted to Juliana in game)