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Tagged: @WeepingLiberty
After Jolyne had asked her little question, the pink haired woman suddenly started laughing at her, seemingly as if she had said the funniest joke in the world. Jolyne was about to ask her what was so hilarious when she noticed the woman started to crack her neck in such a way like she was getting ready for a fight, and wanted to intimidate her opponent. As if Jolyne would be intimidated by something so basic.
"A survey? You could say it was something like that, yes." the woman finally answered, albeit vaguely. Before Jolyne could even blink, she was startled by the speed at which the stranger moved, their faces almost touching. She felt an icy pressure on her chin, preventing her head from moving. Jolyne looked into her eyes, noticing the unnatural shape of her irises. Had they always been like that? She just wanted to turn and run, but something kept her frozen to the spot, whether it was from stubbornness or fear she couldn't tell.
"You see, it tends to freak the prey out when you say their name. So what do you think? Jo-lyne." the woman whispered gently like a breeze, sending shivers down Jolyne's spine. "P-Prey?" she said absentmindedly, in a hushed whisper. Her calm demeanour suddenly dissipated and her mind began racing. With the movements of her arms, and legs still unimpeded, she could easily strike her assailant in the face and break free. Clenching her fist tightly, she attempted to extend her arm without warning, straight into her pale nose.
Jolyne wasn't going to be killed, leaving her brother on his own, and more importantly, she certainly wasn't going down to some two-bit psycho.
After Jolyne had asked her little question, the pink haired woman suddenly started laughing at her, seemingly as if she had said the funniest joke in the world. Jolyne was about to ask her what was so hilarious when she noticed the woman started to crack her neck in such a way like she was getting ready for a fight, and wanted to intimidate her opponent. As if Jolyne would be intimidated by something so basic.
"A survey? You could say it was something like that, yes." the woman finally answered, albeit vaguely. Before Jolyne could even blink, she was startled by the speed at which the stranger moved, their faces almost touching. She felt an icy pressure on her chin, preventing her head from moving. Jolyne looked into her eyes, noticing the unnatural shape of her irises. Had they always been like that? She just wanted to turn and run, but something kept her frozen to the spot, whether it was from stubbornness or fear she couldn't tell.
"You see, it tends to freak the prey out when you say their name. So what do you think? Jo-lyne." the woman whispered gently like a breeze, sending shivers down Jolyne's spine. "P-Prey?" she said absentmindedly, in a hushed whisper. Her calm demeanour suddenly dissipated and her mind began racing. With the movements of her arms, and legs still unimpeded, she could easily strike her assailant in the face and break free. Clenching her fist tightly, she attempted to extend her arm without warning, straight into her pale nose.
Jolyne wasn't going to be killed, leaving her brother on his own, and more importantly, she certainly wasn't going down to some two-bit psycho.
Read the thoughts of cats.
Would you rather have to reenact all of the Scenes from each Shrek is love, Shrek is life, or eat shit for every meal of the rest of your 10 thousand year life.
Shrek is love, Shrek is life.
Would you rather succ me or get succ'd by me?
<Snipped quote by Larfleeze>
You're talking to a girl who just had her house flood while recovering from second degree burns on her shoulders.
how in the fu-
Anyway, posted.
Tagged: @WeepingLiberty
"Which is more than I can say for you. Can't you afford anything more decent than a few dirty rags? This is a festival after all, you should be more respectful in your appearance." Jolyne laughed off her remark with good humor. "Oh that's cute, real cute. You're hilarious, has anyone ever told you that?" by now the flavour of her gum had gone stale but she kept on chewing regardless. "Y'know if this is your idea of flirting, you're not very good at it."
"Now, rude little child... I'll ask you one more time, and this time around I expect an proper answer. What is your name?" Jolyne suddenly stopped chewing, giving the stranger a cold, hard stare. Who the hell talks like that? Even though this town was clearly old fashioned, she had never heard someone who looks about twenty speak like that. In an instant, she locked eyes with the stranger, and the world seemed somewhat darker, eerily the only light source appeared to be the glowing lanterns that were hung around the town. Attempting to stay calm, she simply sighed, "Well, since it is the festival, I think I'll be nice for a change and tell you." "My name's Jolyne. I just wanna go and enjoy the festival, if that's alright with you?" she snapped before turning away from the pink headed figure. Jolyne desperately wanted to get away from this eccentric, something about her seemed incredibly off. She turned back and asked "Why do you even want to know that, are you trying to take some sort of survey or something?" If this was the case, then Jolyne knew the woman was the creepiest survey taker she had ever met.
"Which is more than I can say for you. Can't you afford anything more decent than a few dirty rags? This is a festival after all, you should be more respectful in your appearance." Jolyne laughed off her remark with good humor. "Oh that's cute, real cute. You're hilarious, has anyone ever told you that?" by now the flavour of her gum had gone stale but she kept on chewing regardless. "Y'know if this is your idea of flirting, you're not very good at it."
"Now, rude little child... I'll ask you one more time, and this time around I expect an proper answer. What is your name?" Jolyne suddenly stopped chewing, giving the stranger a cold, hard stare. Who the hell talks like that? Even though this town was clearly old fashioned, she had never heard someone who looks about twenty speak like that. In an instant, she locked eyes with the stranger, and the world seemed somewhat darker, eerily the only light source appeared to be the glowing lanterns that were hung around the town. Attempting to stay calm, she simply sighed, "Well, since it is the festival, I think I'll be nice for a change and tell you." "My name's Jolyne. I just wanna go and enjoy the festival, if that's alright with you?" she snapped before turning away from the pink headed figure. Jolyne desperately wanted to get away from this eccentric, something about her seemed incredibly off. She turned back and asked "Why do you even want to know that, are you trying to take some sort of survey or something?" If this was the case, then Jolyne knew the woman was the creepiest survey taker she had ever met.
now we just wait for @Larfleeze
Well, I'll be here all night so when one comes through, I'll be waiting for it... That is unless this rain wants to knock my power back out. :/
Sorry! Been busy doing stuff and things, will post a meager post shortly.
The "Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?" line was so smooooth
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"Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?" rang out a voice bizarrely like the aether, its unusual accent prompting Jolyne to turn around to face a woman, seemingly in her twenties, with striking, mischievous blue eyes and contrasting pink hair. After the childhood incident in which she lost her eye, she would face plenty of idiots trying to start something with her. Nothing she wasn't able to handle of course, but this one... something was off about her, something foreboding and strange, as the air seemed to tighten around the girl.
"Oh, you're incredibly observant, aren't you. I'm really glad your pair works." she said with her arms folded, and a slight smile, still chewing her mint gum, to let the stranger know her little insult didn't affect her in anyway. Jolyne raised a curious eyebrow after noticing her odd style of fashion, noting the relatively dated clothing. "Back from a fancy dress party or something, darling?" she asked with a mocking smirk, with a slight undertone of curiousity. "Or was that all you could find?" She wasn't going to back down, not after she had been insulted by some random stranger
This was rather odd, A female erratically approaching her during a rather... extravagant festival. She usually got romantic attention from hopeless men and women hoping to score points with the blonde-haired beauty, despite her apparent lack of a left eye, but someone blatantly walking up and attempting to rile her panties into a bunch? No, that didn't happen quite as often. Jolyne finally dropped the Whack-A-Mole mallet she had been grasping between lithe fingers, the entertaining weapon falling against the complimentary Whack-A-Mole machine, before the young lady turned around fully to give the woman a more complete once-over. Like she had thought before, that... feeling around the woman was even more pronounced the more she focused, and, in spite of herself, Jolyne felt some inklings of caution and fear impaling her normal sense of casual arrogance and superiority. The one time she didn't have a mindless drone around to tend to her every needs, and she was met by a potentially dangerous individual. Just her luck. She wondered if her brother was having as much fun as she was.
"Oh, you're incredibly observant, aren't you. I'm really glad your pair works." she said with her arms folded, and a slight smile, still chewing her mint gum, to let the stranger know her little insult didn't affect her in anyway. Jolyne raised a curious eyebrow after noticing her odd style of fashion, noting the relatively dated clothing. "Back from a fancy dress party or something, darling?" she asked with a mocking smirk, with a slight undertone of curiousity. "Or was that all you could find?" She wasn't going to back down, not after she had been insulted by some random stranger
This was rather odd, A female erratically approaching her during a rather... extravagant festival. She usually got romantic attention from hopeless men and women hoping to score points with the blonde-haired beauty, despite her apparent lack of a left eye, but someone blatantly walking up and attempting to rile her panties into a bunch? No, that didn't happen quite as often. Jolyne finally dropped the Whack-A-Mole mallet she had been grasping between lithe fingers, the entertaining weapon falling against the complimentary Whack-A-Mole machine, before the young lady turned around fully to give the woman a more complete once-over. Like she had thought before, that... feeling around the woman was even more pronounced the more she focused, and, in spite of herself, Jolyne felt some inklings of caution and fear impaling her normal sense of casual arrogance and superiority. The one time she didn't have a mindless drone around to tend to her every needs, and she was met by a potentially dangerous individual. Just her luck. She wondered if her brother was having as much fun as she was.
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"Leaving me behind wasn't very nice, y'know." said the stranger, making Jolene jump for the umpteenth time today. "Mr. Bogeyman down there almost killed me." he continued, referring to the mutant that had just plummeted to its death, moments ago. Jolene felt ashamed at having basically left a person to die at least twice today. His voice seemed slightly tremulous, showing the intense stress that everyone in the vault was feeling. Jolene was about to apologise when the sound of a gun cocking interrupted her, prompting her to turn, facing the Vault enterance where the noise had came from. A small group stood opposite them, each of them somewhat recognisable, with one in particular holding the gun, albeit not aimed at either Jolene or the guilt-tripping newcomer. "Yeah, this place isn't safe. We're headin' out." he finally stated. "I won't stop you from leaving." he mentioned, before turning back to the Vault door, only for two more new arrivals to suddenly show up - with one of them bizarrely crawling on all fours.
Jolene faced her messy haired companion and voiced her concern "We should leave before more of those things realise there's no one left and decide to climb up the elevator." With one more glance towards her new companion, she followed the other four men out of the vault, leaving behind everything that she ever knew. Her parents...she had already saw her father die, all those years ago, and her mother had passed not too long ago. It was hard, so very hard to cope, but for now, she had to push all of that to the back of her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, but Jolene attempted to put on a professional facade, exiting the dry wooden door after the others. The blaring of the sun certainly slapped her in the face like a strong hand, but it only affected her one visible eye - she covered that with the back of her hand, carefully glancing around at the others. She didn't know them, having been a year ahead of them all in school, but some of them were familiar. The large guy, for instance; she often tutored him whenever she had time, per his parent's request. His name was Jerry a... nice guy. The others, she didn't know all that much. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the guy leaning against the side of the cave - the one that had been crawling. "Oh no..." She whispered, rushing over to the man. Her first-aid kit was immediately slapped open, and Jolene glanced at the others. "Do any of you know what happened to him?" Now that things were calming down, she could finally focus on the thing she was actually good at, before her emotions spilled over. Her voice remained calm and steady, professional...like a real medic, she hoped.
As the small girl started ranting about what they needed to do, Jolene glanced over to her, her right eyebrow raising slightly. "I believe that we should get somewhere I can treat this guy better. I also believe that..." She peered closer, before turning back to injured guy, taking out one of the eight Stimpacks from her kit, "A 'leader' isn't necessary at this moment. Sending one person out to talk seems foolhardy, considering we don't know how violent these, uh...Wasters are." Having said this, Jolene then lightly flicked the needle edge of the Stimpack with her finger, experimentally sending some liquid flying through the air.
Jolene faced her messy haired companion and voiced her concern "We should leave before more of those things realise there's no one left and decide to climb up the elevator." With one more glance towards her new companion, she followed the other four men out of the vault, leaving behind everything that she ever knew. Her parents...she had already saw her father die, all those years ago, and her mother had passed not too long ago. It was hard, so very hard to cope, but for now, she had to push all of that to the back of her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, but Jolene attempted to put on a professional facade, exiting the dry wooden door after the others. The blaring of the sun certainly slapped her in the face like a strong hand, but it only affected her one visible eye - she covered that with the back of her hand, carefully glancing around at the others. She didn't know them, having been a year ahead of them all in school, but some of them were familiar. The large guy, for instance; she often tutored him whenever she had time, per his parent's request. His name was Jerry a... nice guy. The others, she didn't know all that much. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the guy leaning against the side of the cave - the one that had been crawling. "Oh no..." She whispered, rushing over to the man. Her first-aid kit was immediately slapped open, and Jolene glanced at the others. "Do any of you know what happened to him?" Now that things were calming down, she could finally focus on the thing she was actually good at, before her emotions spilled over. Her voice remained calm and steady, professional...like a real medic, she hoped.
As the small girl started ranting about what they needed to do, Jolene glanced over to her, her right eyebrow raising slightly. "I believe that we should get somewhere I can treat this guy better. I also believe that..." She peered closer, before turning back to injured guy, taking out one of the eight Stimpacks from her kit, "A 'leader' isn't necessary at this moment. Sending one person out to talk seems foolhardy, considering we don't know how violent these, uh...Wasters are." Having said this, Jolene then lightly flicked the needle edge of the Stimpack with her finger, experimentally sending some liquid flying through the air.
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