Katelyn

Dying Light

Looking forward to it. :)

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Working on a collab with X for Allison and I'll post up Lauren after MST posts our undercover brother.

Up Comes the Sun

Arralina - Witch

Arralina smiled at her sisters nefarious intent. If anyone were capable of getting into trouble, it was the two of them together. They quickly gathered the horses, each of her brothers and sisters taking an animal and mounting it. Some of the beasts were rather attuned to the entity that rode atop them and showed the fear of such an occurrence in their hint of terror in their eyes. Lina pointed the general direction they would be traveling and kept her horse beside Vitrlese's for the majority of the trip. The night seemed to continue on forever and a few members of their party turned back, lack of comfort and fear tugging at the heart of the children of the great Shade.

Lina ignored the situation, not interested in who would be in attendance with them when they reached their destination, but that they would be successful. Her father was violent and as dark as night - his soul lost to hell upon its creation. She snuck a quick glance at her sister and found peace in the serenity that sat upon Vitrlese's lovely features. They could do this together and if they failed then she alone would take the punishment. The cup held power unlike anything known to man and yet for an immortal it was the bridge to becoming a deity. Part of her wondered if she an Vitrlese were to drink from the cup would they succeed in rising above their father and therefore have the ability to shut him down completely? The very thought of such an event caused her to chuckle with delight.

Her soft sounds of enjoyment were cut off quickly at the sound of repetitive howling. The woods were filled with various types of beasts and the stuff of legends and tales was far more true than one might expect. A large wolf stood in the pathway a bit ahead of them and Lina reached out to stop her horse and Vitrlese's. "This should be interesting, sister. Do we expect him friend or foe?"

What kills RPs? (A Discussion)

Perhaps the idea is to post an idea and then get the OOC and IC moving at a rate that makes sense. I'm not interested in getting excited about something and then have a GM wait 3-4 days to post an OOC, though 10 of us jumped on the interest check the first day he/she posted it.

Then the IC comes out weeks later. That makes no sense to me.

Also - if you're going to throw out a story and you don't have a plot - get a creative co-GM that can help you spin one quickly because most people come to your story expecting you to have some plot points to throw at them or some direction for the game. If there is no vision or focus for the game - it will die.

There are a million reasons these die, but some of the best ideas I've seen never even get off the ground - tragedy.

Kate's Back Door

RD - ahhh yes, Tinychats. I remember that from back when I joined. Was the place to gather and act a fool with one another.

JK - *swats at you* If someone gets annoyed it's only because they let it happen. You actually sooth my nerves, so thank you.

Deafening Silence (Yobo & Kate)

The sun sat high in the sky, the blues and whites of heaven making one forget for a moment the reality of hell. A day like that a few years ago would've thrilled Elizabeth, but now there was no reprieve offered in the cool water of the west coast. The land was ravaged beyond repair and the oceans were filled with chemical warfare that was more of a threat than the thugs that dotted the landscape waiting for someone to pass. Rape, murder and theft were the flavors of the day and Elizabeth refused to play a part in any of them, her and her small make-shift staff of four stayed in the confines of the hospital most days and nights. Her father's old shotgun lay within her reach at all times, her stethoscope being traded for a weapon. From healer to protector most nights, she pined for the days of old when being bloody and exhausted had more to do with life saving efforts that running to the nearest location in search of water or food. Animals were unsafe to eat so most of her staff had turned to a vegetarian diet, their ability to test their food before consumption helped stave off the illness that lurked at their door.

Jason, a tall, lanky male in his early twenties usually took the night shift and slept most of the day, Elizabeth, Sara and Jonathan taking the day. On occasion the heaven's would drop someone at their door to assist in bringing back to good health, but most days it was an offering from hell and they had to fight to stay alive. The hospital being one of the only remaining structures in the area left it a prime target for attack, which sickened Elizabeth beyond reprieve and yet - it was what it was.

A harsh warm wind below sand toward her as she stood at the backdoor of the hospital, the large cafeteria at her back. She raised her arm to cover her eyes, but refused to move back indoors, wanting to feel the heat of the sun on her skin for a moment if only to remind her that she was still alive and for that she'd be thankful. Believing in nothing meant that after death arrived, nothing but darkness welcomed her in and for some reason it scared the hell out of her. Not enough to believe in something for if there were a God then how could all that stood before her have occurred? He wasn't powerful enough or didn't care. Either answer left her not wanting to contemplate anything further in the realm of why or how.

Jonathan approached her from behind, his voice a whisper as to not scare her. "Lizzy. We finished patching up the older male that came in last night and he has left."

She turned her head to look at him, dark circles under his eyes and a crack at the corner of his mouth. "You need to drink more water, Jon. I know you're trying to be thrifty, but having you dehydrated is not something I want to deal with." She walked into the cooler confines of the cafeteria and let the door close, reaching over to lock it tightly as they stood in the dark together. He started to offer a rebuttal, but she held her hand up to stop him.

"I'm glad we were able to help the man, and we really cannot control when they leave. Most people understand the risk in staying in a location that still has supplies. They look at us like we are a sitting duck in the middle of a pond of scavengers." She paused and he spoke up as they moved toward the poorly lit hallway.

"That is because we are. We really should think about packing up everything we can and getting the fuck outta here, Lizzy. It's only a matter of time before..."

She cut him off, "Before what? And where would we go? And how would I transport my father, Jon? He can't move and if he breathes on any of us."

Jon reached out and pulled the younger woman toward him, giving her a warm hug. "Hush... we'll figure this out later. Let's check the perimeter before locking down to the lab room for the night."

She accepted the hug and let herself pretend for a minute that all wasn't lost and somehow hope would resurrect itself. The truth was very far from her thoughts, but fantasy was all that kept her trudging along most days. They reluctantly pulled apart from their embrace as Lizzy took the lead in going to check the front and Jon moved to check the east wing. A soft ragged sound of someone trying desperately to breathe caught her attention and she rushed toward it, yelling for Jon over her shoulder.

She knelt beside the male, his chest barely moving, skin burnt quite badly and his hair darkened with sweat and matted to his skin which was crusted in dirt. She turned him over carefully, pressing her fingers to his wrist and using her other hand to check the dilation of his pupils. He was out cold and yet his body was fighting the good fight. She waited until Jon joined her and together they toted him to their lab, laying him carefully on a examination table as Sara moved in to start a hydration IV.

"He's in bad shape. I see no signed of the disease though... Lizzy?" Jon started to remove the male's clothes, trying to stay out of Sara's way and yet give Lizzy a good look at him. His skin was tight against his wiry muscles, veins puckered in an effort to survive. Elizabeth touched his skin carefully as she pulled out a magnifying glass of sorts and moved along the contours of his body.

"He's clean from what I can tell, but you know how this shit works. We'll need to get him hydrated and then we can take a sample of his blood and quickly assess what's going on internally that we can't see from here." The other two agreed and moved away to lock things down for the night as Elizabeth pulled a few small towels from their supplies and used a small amount of water and alcohol to clean him up and tend to the small wounds on his body. His breathing got a little better as they moved into the night and his skin color perked up with the efforts of the hydration fluids that pushed through his body at a slow but steady pace.

Kate's Back Door

Very cool. Mine's just southern. :) I've only spoken with Griffy and my LB. I think he goes by Draco on here. I honestly cannot remember. Oh and Scribz. Crazy thing.

JK - Go get baked with it. What are you doing? Get busy on the rp or your future. Choose.

Kate's Back Door

RD - how old is ya, love? Man I wish. I'd LOVE to visit Australia. Bet you have one of those *sighs like a girly-girl* awesome accents, don't cha?

Jerk - Biscuits, baby... not crackers. You are a cracker. Biscuits.

Resounding Provocation: The Council of Shadows

Dotcom - lovely wolf. I enjoyed that very much. A trouble maker always has a place in my pack. :) Accepted. Post up in the wolf CS link in the OP of this thread.

Anima said
Oh I'm excited! I'll be peeking in throughout the day for the IC ^^!

Me too. I have a few other stories I owe a post to and then - I'm on it. :)

**REMEMBER - we're all in Greenwich England with our respective groups, getting ready for the Council of Shadows meeting.

Resounding Provocation: The Council of Shadows

Clumsy - Lovely job. Give me a picture and you'll be set. If you need help finding one, I'll offer my skills to assist you. Read through my vamps CS so that you can see that you're not to far off from her, so I'll assume she created you if you're good with that. Not much time between my story and yours.

"smells the stench, the blood – but perhaps most beautiful of all, the fear; that most exquisite of human emotions" <-- Awesome!! Loved this as my lips turned up into a pleased smirk.