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I'll give@bobbananaville two days, and then I'm saying he's in a coma. Which really fits anyway since half his face was smashed in anyway.
Thanks. It will help me know what lessons to post when and what time jumps to do.
Oh and just for future note (since this will probably be a common occurrence during this part) if y'all want to have a conversation between characters, or repeated interaction do it in PM and just have one person post it in as a single article.
An example might be
Person A: "You going to the game" A asked with a boyish grin
Person B: "Mah man. I can't stand sports" B laughed before getting up and stretching. Walking around a bit he turned around and said "You know what. If you'll pay for my ticket I think it could be fun"
Person A: A pulled out his wallet and checked his cash. He had just enough "Sounds like a deal" He replied, excited at the chance to bond with his friend
An example might be
Person A: "You going to the game" A asked with a boyish grin
Person B: "Mah man. I can't stand sports" B laughed before getting up and stretching. Walking around a bit he turned around and said "You know what. If you'll pay for my ticket I think it could be fun"
Person A: A pulled out his wallet and checked his cash. He had just enough "Sounds like a deal" He replied, excited at the chance to bond with his friend
Done and done. You can message me yours if you want. Then I will have an idea of when to post what lessons and what time markers to use.
Ashburn
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Ash's eyelids slowly flickered open, grogginess clouding his sight. His head was throbbing, hard, but nothing compared to the pain in his arm and chest. Using his arm that was not in pain he wiped the sleep from his eyes and try to look around him. He tried to sit up, but the second he tried his chest flared angrily and throbbed so hard it brought tears to his eyes.
Ash fell back hard and cringed as he waited for the pain to go away, cursing in French loudly. After the pain subsided to a tolerable Ash decided to try and figure out what happened. As he moved his head to take in his surroundings he froze, he didn't know where he was. Heart racing Ash struggled to take in all that he could see. A concrete ceiling, chipping paint, a single light above him (the kind you see in an office but without the case).
Ash's gasped breathing became more labored as be fought back panic. He craned his head to the right and saw finally a source of comfort. Placed on a green folding cot beside him was Eric. The comfort soon began to fade as his eyes took in the horrors before his eyes. Eric's shirtless form revealed several ribs jutting from his chest, looking like frightening in some demonic monster. Blood poured from his open wounds onto the floor, mixing with... 'wait mixing with?!' Ash thought in a panic. Eric's blood appeared to be mixing with blood coming from his direction, and he could see blood dripping from the edge of his cot.
Adrenalin pumping Ash sat up, the pain dulled by his adrenal secretions. Across from his cot was a wall of mirrors, spider webbed with cracks and dull but still usable. Looking back at him was a sight that drained the blood from his face. His bare chest displayed a large symbol (the size of closed fist) crudely carved into his flesh, and a gaping hole that was bleeding profusely with every breath. His right arm had been clearly shattered, with one bone sticking out so badly only a few inches were in his body.
All attempts at staying calm failed as he let out a loud scream that echoed in the tiny room. The terrorized shriek was greatly amplified by the concrete room. All dignity forgone Ash fell back and loudly cried, from both pain and the horror of seeing both him and Eric clearly mangled.
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Ash's eyelids slowly flickered open, grogginess clouding his sight. His head was throbbing, hard, but nothing compared to the pain in his arm and chest. Using his arm that was not in pain he wiped the sleep from his eyes and try to look around him. He tried to sit up, but the second he tried his chest flared angrily and throbbed so hard it brought tears to his eyes.
Ash fell back hard and cringed as he waited for the pain to go away, cursing in French loudly. After the pain subsided to a tolerable Ash decided to try and figure out what happened. As he moved his head to take in his surroundings he froze, he didn't know where he was. Heart racing Ash struggled to take in all that he could see. A concrete ceiling, chipping paint, a single light above him (the kind you see in an office but without the case).
Ash's gasped breathing became more labored as be fought back panic. He craned his head to the right and saw finally a source of comfort. Placed on a green folding cot beside him was Eric. The comfort soon began to fade as his eyes took in the horrors before his eyes. Eric's shirtless form revealed several ribs jutting from his chest, looking like frightening in some demonic monster. Blood poured from his open wounds onto the floor, mixing with... 'wait mixing with?!' Ash thought in a panic. Eric's blood appeared to be mixing with blood coming from his direction, and he could see blood dripping from the edge of his cot.
Adrenalin pumping Ash sat up, the pain dulled by his adrenal secretions. Across from his cot was a wall of mirrors, spider webbed with cracks and dull but still usable. Looking back at him was a sight that drained the blood from his face. His bare chest displayed a large symbol (the size of closed fist) crudely carved into his flesh, and a gaping hole that was bleeding profusely with every breath. His right arm had been clearly shattered, with one bone sticking out so badly only a few inches were in his body.
All attempts at staying calm failed as he let out a loud scream that echoed in the tiny room. The terrorized shriek was greatly amplified by the concrete room. All dignity forgone Ash fell back and loudly cried, from both pain and the horror of seeing both him and Eric clearly mangled.
I can post first if you want to show you what I mean.
Right now we are just waking up covered in blood, shirtless and in a locked bunker with a symbol crudely carved into our bodies.
This part of the rp is probably going to stretch out a while. Sorry if I wasn't clear, but right now we are still on day 1. We haven't even been told we are demons yet
Can you just post the first part? I'm incorporating stages into this part of the rp and lessons on demonism. Right now is just the first day.
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