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4 days ago
Current The love that broke me.
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Isolation
6 days ago
I have a concept of an idea
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13 days ago
I enjoy the irony that my most judgemental cat prefers me, while most judgemental humans stay away from me.
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20 days ago
I fed my cows marijuana. The steaks have never been higher.
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.

My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.

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Will post tonight. Was busy outdoors over the weekend.
Cait skimmed through her menu as Vincent mused about ditching the states. The thought had crossed her mind just before she joined him a few states back. Crossing the Atlantic seemed like a pipe dream. Canada was enticing, though she preferred not to venture there if only for the fact that it would mean having to endure winter at some point; she'd only use Canada as a stepping stone to go elsewhere. She nodded in silent agreement when Anita suggested counting it out as an option.

She made a second nod before looking to the server. "I'll just have the chicken tenders and fries. Ranch dressing on the side... and a sweet tea for a drink... and waters for the table please." She handed him the menu and turned back to Vincent.

"We'll need some money if we're gonna get out of the States." She spoke matter-of-factly. Her left hand drifted to her pocket, where her wallet was tucked in a closed zipper. She had pulled most of her savings before she bailed from California; it was best to do it first, so They wouldn't be able to pin her movements across the country through card swipes. It was still fat and full, as she had been meticulous about not spending unless it was for food and water. She had to make it last as best she could. "And by a little, I mean a lot. Especially if we're gonna try to cross the ocean. Moreso if we want pay under the table... which we probably should." Cait had made good on her resolve to not leave an electronic footprint, and she wasn't about to back down from that.

She leaned back and stretched her back against the booth seat. "I say, if we're gonna make tracks to another country, we dip to Mexico."
I'm interested
Hey there all. So I have been thinking of my first post.

idea 1 was simply having my character maybe already at the current town before the crew arrived into it.

Idea 2 was arriving after you guys have, either driving her own vehicl or by coach drop off? (not sure if you all planned on the road trip with just one vehicle or not?)

Idea 3, she was already with the group, just maybe was so tired that she somehow slept in the back or something lol, please let me know what you all think, want to get in without disrupting to much that has already happened.


1 or 2 works best narratively speaking since it's in writing that there were four in the truck at the start. I'm predicting, based on minor details, that we'll be having a run-in with the Classified Crew soon enough. So a skirmish gives us a good context in which to link up, IMO.
@Eviledd1984

I made 4 professors and if need be i will also make a few students.


I can pitch a second student
"Oh..."

Cait took the joint back from Anita; she offered to Vincent a second time, but withdrew after he declined. She took a second hit before snuffing out the end and pocketing it alongside the lighter.

She turned to Cleo and returned a nod of understanding and trust; the Fae-person was more in tune nature than she, as a human felt capable of being.

She looked longingly at the board by her feet as she stood up. It had been a few days since she had ridden it; the wear and tear and weeks without repair had left it both unsafe, and unrepairable if she overdid, which was more than likely since she had been prone to making up for lost time since joining with Vince's crew. A closer look at the town around them told her they'd be lucky to find much more than the diner and maybe a bar around town. She'd have to wait until they came to a larger town or a proper city before she'd get the board back to form.

She shrugged, sighed, and climbed out from the bed of the truck, sliding gently down the side until her feet touched the ground. Jogging a short way, she caught up with Cleo and Anita and followed them to the diner. "I think you gotta go more north to see the corn fields," she said, pitching a response to Anita. "Kansas, Nebraska." Her stomach grumbled. "Yeah. Food first," she agreed, and entered diner where Vincent had already claimed a seat.

Stepping around Cleo, she seated herself in the booth across from Vince. "I imagine," she said, "if he wanted to be alone, he wouldn't be letting three other people ride cross-country in his truck. Just a guess." She gestured for Cleo to join. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to plan where we're headed to next."
I'm probably gonna post tonight unless someone else was planning on it


I was waiting for an Angel post for Cleo. But if that doesn't happen in the next day, I'm gonna just move Cait on.
I'll figure it out tonight.
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D tensed. His jaw tightened, and his mouth thinned in impatience. He clenched his hands. Whoever the scientist was or thought he was, he was getting on D's last nerve; responses without an answer seemed to be his M.O. In the moment, he was more frustrated with the labcoat's vagueness than he was disturbed by his 'explanation.' At that point, he decided he was done asking questions; they wouldn't get a straight answer anyways. He took half a step back, and crossed his arms with hint of defiance.

Side-eying VV, he hoped she was on the same train of thought as he was. He looked then at the scientist, and the flanking guards, whose guns would be trained on them the moment they made any move on the labcoat-wearing piece of shit. "And what if we're not OK with having anything more done to us? He asked with an oppositional tone. "What if we refuse to follow you?"
Will try to get a post up tonight.
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