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5 yrs ago
Current i’m pretty much just a casual these days but i can’t believe how dead free is lately. might post something there soon to see if anyone else is bored during the rona lol
5 yrs ago
two years ago i made a really good historical rp, bu tit was on my old acc and i’d feel awkward reviving it now
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5 yrs ago
hey guys i’m not hallucinating anymore how cool is that
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5 yrs ago
my mini roses are officially dead, can i get an F in the chat
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5 yrs ago
ask me about my plants
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Bio

legal name: weenie dumpsterboy

if any of you were on the warriorcats forums as kids please hmu, we're brothers in arms.
i prefer to RP casual but if you write more than a screenful at a time i probably can't keep up with you.
i work monday tuesday wednesday and saturday, play DnD on fridays and sometimes i'm just not around. if i’m afk for several days, i’m probably just working or depressed and you can always reach me by dm. i’ll pretty reliably check the site every night even if i don’t post anything.
usually i spend all day intrusively telling people about my plants. anyway please ask me about my plants i want to tell you about my plants

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@Cio

Beck shrugged. “I know the cops in this town, I’ll tell them I found him like this on my way back to the van. I didn’t touch him, his own gun killed him, and somehow I doubt you’re in the system. If they come to double check my story it won’t be until after the coroner is done with him.”
She looked disapprovingly at the dead slayer. The shot had caved his forehead in a bit, and with all the blood it looked like he’d been beheaded. Pretty gruesome, and she felt a twitch of guilt, but he was the one who decided to stalk town with a gun and shoot whoever he thought he could get away with.
Beck went back to the van, putting the medkit back under the seats and closing the large door. She opened the passenger door and looked back to Nessa. ”Seriously, I’ll take you wherever you want to go. It’s the least I can do.”
I’m at work so my replies will be slow or nonexistent for nine-ish hours. I’m mgmt so I’ll probably be able to get a few off.
@Cio

"I intend to." Beck replied stalely when her apology was rejected. The day was shaping up to be quite gloomy, the dim bluish clouds prohibiting any rays of dawn from streaking the sky. It was still early and this lot had walls on all but its north side, so it was relatively safe from the sun for quite a few more hours. Safe from cops and slayers following the trail of blood leading to the body before them, that was another story. Beck stood up. "Do you need to go somewhere? Mornings coming and I'm not waiting around for more Guard."
Beck tilted her head toward the van as she spoke. She knew the last thing Nessa wanted was to spend even another second with her but it didn't seem right to strand her out here without a word.
@Cio Oh no I love it. Beck and Nessa have basically no reason to get along at this point, but I think over time they could figure out how to work together or at least have some mutual respect lol, just probably not now. But Beck is stubborn, and now that she knows Nessa doesn't want to hurt her (or at least eat her) it's only emboldened her.
@Cio

Beck quickly realized that Nessa was either very lucky, or the slayer was a real idiot. The bullet hadn't hit bone, not that a vampire had to worry much about fractures, but had embedded itself in what appeared to be the fibulas longus; a muscle on the side of the leg underneath the knee. She could see the end of the bullet easily, its primer glinting silver against the gore around the entry wound. Beck reached in with the forceps and yanked it out as quickly and painlessly as she could, pulling back what looked like a tiny rifle round. It was long and thin, not like the stocky 9mm bullets most civilians could get their hands on.
She opened her mouth to say something but suddenly Nessa had discharged the gun again, planting another weird round in the forehead of the apparently turned slayer. What a weird night. She snorted as he hit the ground, "Nice shot."
Beck cooly wrapped the wound and retrieved the gun, emptying the chamber onto the ground. Two skinny silver bullets bounced off the gravel. "Magnum rounds, .22 I think. Light even for self defense, basically a pea shooter even for civilian arms. This kid had no idea what he was getting into." she flicked the safety back on out of habit and tossed it onto the seat of the van. She didn't want it, but leaving it out in the open was out of the question. She leaned against the side of her van, looking out into the street. "Serves him right, the little moron. Slaying isn't some game, it's a big fucking deal, and you put your life on the line to protect innocent people. Even if that means innocent vampires." She cast a brief sympathetic look at Nessa. "That's the reason I stopped you. Even after I could tell you were a vampire it was obvious you didn't want to hurt me. You just wanted to be left alone, but along came this idiot. No one deserves to be killed like they kill, bleeding out like a deer or staked to the ground. So I just keep prying out and hoarding information and trying to save who I can."
Beck reached in and turned on a little electric lantern, illuminating the VW bus. Beyond the folded-down passenger seats were boxes of old-fashioned audio cassettes and binders of paper, meticulously recorded and transcribed accounts from all manner of creatures. It was an endless task, and Beck took it very seriously. She sighed and sat beside Nessa. "I'm sorry for getting you mixed up in this, if I'd know another slayer was around I would never have stopped you."
@Cio

"Olivia Nessa. Sure." Beck said, picking the forceps up. It was convenient that vampires were immortal, it meant that her tools didn't really need to be perfectly sterile. She kept everything in her medkit clean, of course, to use filthy equipment was just rude, but helping someone who couldn't die from infection made field medicine relatively stress free. "Go ahead and sit however is comfortable for you, that bullet isn't coming out on it's own. I've done this before, it's really no big deal." she snapped the forceps together to make a small clicking noise, smiling at Nessa. In her head she was trying to be light and humorous, but there probably wasn't a great way to sell letting a weird stranger digging around in your leg.
In the back of her mind Beck wondered why Nessa hadn't attacked her. She tried to, and she could have, but she stopped to get the Guard. She was somewhat familiar with vampire varieties, and had gathered information on some, but this was very new. She'd press the issue later, but for now she was simply grateful.
My post was short and kind of lame but in my defense I'm a short and lame human so.
Also I started using a color instead of bold because on my phone bold and regular text look pretty much the same.
@Cio

Beck smiled at her softly. "Beck, call me Beck." she replied. Her eyes were a little distant yet, probably a lingering symptom of the stun along with the ringing in her ears. Unpleasant, but she'd felt worse. "I'll still get that bullet out of your leg if you want. I'm not just some slayer hobo, I'm ex-military, I know what I'm doing. Guess I could have said something earlier."
She reached over the front seats and pulled back a metal canteen, handing it to Vanessa. "I know some of you like to wash it down. I get that, people are gross." she joked lightly as she took more gauze from the medkit. "Never got your name, either."
@Cio Beck is kind of just waiting for her to be done lol... she has more guns in the van so she’s not worried, she’s just chillin.

EDIT i didn’t see you replied?? Lmao this phone sometimes I swear...
@Cio

The screech stunned Beck and she fell against the van's door, trying to cover her ears with her hands even though the damage was already done. She only heard ringing in her ears, dazing her further, making her feel as if she was floating in a near-unconscious state. All at once she was pulled back into reality by cold breath against her neck and Vanessa's hands immobilizing her. She had abandoned her just as quickly, though Beck still instinctually kicked at the air to get the attacker off of her. Regaining her senses somewhat Beck got to her feet, holding onto the van door for some support, and saw that her new vampire friend had found just what she needed. Beck smiled; it seemed like justice had been served.
Slowly regaining her senses, Beck returned to the medkit and took out hydrogen peroxide and a curved pair of forceps; that bullet still had to come out, and on a full stomach the vampire would be feistier than ever. Waiting for Vanessa to finish feeding, she grabbed a large handful of fast food napkins from the glove compartment. Not the classiest way to get blood off your face, and certainly not what this lovely creature had in mind, but it was better than nothing.
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