Lemons

Zombie Survival

I winced as someone approached me, asking if I needed help. Well GEE. I wonder. It's not like I'm stuck halfway through a glass door or anything. If thoughts could be described as sarcastic, then mine were. Still, I wasn't an idiot. If someone comes up and offers me help in a situation like this, I'd have to be a total dumbass to turn it down. I turn my face up to hers, grunting and wincing at the sudden spike in head pain. Again. My split lip was still running with blood, and aside from putting a highly unpleasant coppery taste in my mouth, I'm sure it looked like I'd just got the shit beaten out of me.

Well, I mean, I sort of did. By a pole. And a door.

Who knows, maybe I was an idiot. My first unconscious thought upon seeing my unknown savior was wow, she's pretty hot. 'Course, in about a millisecond I'd refocused on my situation and mentally berated the shit out of myself, grunting out a few strained sentences. "You could say that, yeah. Turns out that being stuck halfway through a glass door is a fairly unpleasant experience. Who knew?" My deadpan semi-humor was probably lost on her. Whatever. It's not like it was intentional. Conditioned reflex and all that, honed from years of stickin' it to the man in the city streets. "Think you could do me a solid and maybe break off some of the glass on the edges of the doorframe so I can get myself out without cutting myself to fuckin' shreds?"

Almost as an afterthought, I add, "By the way, I'm Tori. You got any idea what happened to cause this shitshow?"

@Elle Santiago

The Breeds

As soon as the "huntress" came out, Gavin felt immediately and incredibly uncomfortable. Something about her just...set all of his genetic alarms off. His mandibles expanded and contracted of their own will and he stifled a scream of pain as the cheek skin stretched almost to the point of tearing. He shrank further back into the corner, feeling withdrawn and vaguely horrified. Especially once what appeared to be the headman started speaking.

Gavin hadn't paid a whole lot of attention when he was signing up for this...procedure. He'd barely even listened at all. Consequently, he'd had no idea about the whole "military" thing, and he began to grow ever more agitated. The room was filling up with more people, and as the final one strode in—a man who could probably crush Gavin without even looking—he nearly screamed.

Once again, his mandibles snapped. Suddenly understanding the implicit message his brain was sending him, he made his careful way over to the breakfast table, picking up a large fruit that he couldn't quite recognize. Reaching up to his mouth, he nearly choked. His mandibles had snapped forward and shut of nearly their own volition, neatly bisecting and grabbing the fruit and forcing him to swallow it nearly whole. He gagged, pitching forward and putting his hands on the table to support himself.

His eyes, forever wary, flicked side to side. They settled on the first girl he'd seen, talking to someone who was also much larger than he. He tentatively began picking his way over to her and her companion.

@Kit DewStein@Helo

The Breeds

@KatherinWinter No, not at all. I really like this character, was sad to see him go, and the actual idea of the RP is great.

The Breeds

Annnnd we're back, baby. One of my other RPs has just fizzled away, so I'm game for posting here again. Hopefully I didn't really miss much. Sorry about that!

And for the record, I went back to my post and realized it sounded kind of dickish. When I say least developed, I don't mean the RP itself was the least developed; I just mean I'd been in it the shortest, so my character wasn't as developed. Again, sorry if that was misconstrued.

Riverswell University; Sanctuary and Learning Center for Demi-Gods and Hybrids

Are we close to being able to begin?

Zombie Survival

God fucking damnit...what just happened? I think dazedly.

I open my eyes to to sound of someone screaming and a hot knife of pain slashes straight through my mind. I groan, peeling myself off the floor as best I can. That is to say, not well. My scrabbling fingers slide across a jagged shard of glass and I gasp as a small cut opens up in my finger. I gasp more out of surprise than pain, but it's going to make it harder to press on things with that finger in the future, and I narrow my eyes in annoyance, belatedly realizing that I'm actually on the pavement, halfway through glass doors that are mercifully completely gone.

Hang on, there are other people here beside HELLO guy. Shit, they look...pained.

Whoever it is yells again, and the pain intensifies again. Goddamnit, isn't it bad enough already?

"Shut the fuck up!" I grit out through a painful mouth, tasting blood. My lip is split, and I still haven't figured out how to lift myself out of this fucking door with what little dexterity I have after taking such a hard blow to the head.

@forums

Zombie Survival

Can I use this instead of this for thoughts? If not, that's cool. Just asking.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted; the tea is spiked and you wake up an indeterminate amount of time later trapped in a warehouse and chained to a wall by someone you don't know. Your future is now in someone else's hands.

I wish I was fully androgynous in appearance so I could screw with people. Because that's just the kind of person I am.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

I feel ya.

(WHY IS IT 87% HUMIDITY)

And also absolutely none of my RPs are active and interest checks are taking forever. I've devolved to compulsively checking my subscriptions because I have nothing better to do.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

So how are y'all doing?