@Markofkri The first IC post has a schedule layout that you have to pick which classes your character will go to from.
Sorry my fault. I meant to ask who was in what class. So I know whom to mention in following posts.
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Sorry my fault. I meant to ask who was in what class. So I know whom to mention in following posts.
Jason:
"No thanks."
Christian:
"Nah I'm Good"
"No thanks."
Christian:
"Nah I'm Good"
The days gave way to weeks the looks lessened and the medication changed. Taking the edge off most of the things that had annoyed you. At first the counseling was a joke the two of you stared at each other and eventually you began the session by telling him how he was wasting his time and that nothing would change.
"You are reasonably defiant. The only thing I can do for you is offer suggestions to better construct the way in which you view things. The fact that you have been exposed to all this trauma and not had any counseling makes me a little sick to be honest. honesty is the road we must take because lies have holes and a structure with holes fails eventually." He slides the file to you. "Here is all i know and all the notes every doctor has ever written on you. They tell a story of a person who was used from day one. I have spoken to all the people in the house and the picture gets darker. There is only one way to undo this. You have to move forward. Yes it was brutal and senseless and it happened for no reason but you are alive and this is what matters. You have to say it. Say I am alive." We will end the session when you are ready I am here at the behest of your caregiver but as a care giver I honestly don't care. I don't care about anything in a file or the person with money. I care about the oath I took. To do no harm. I will do all that I can to heal you. That Eva, is what i do. the money is a side effect."
"You are reasonably defiant. The only thing I can do for you is offer suggestions to better construct the way in which you view things. The fact that you have been exposed to all this trauma and not had any counseling makes me a little sick to be honest. honesty is the road we must take because lies have holes and a structure with holes fails eventually." He slides the file to you. "Here is all i know and all the notes every doctor has ever written on you. They tell a story of a person who was used from day one. I have spoken to all the people in the house and the picture gets darker. There is only one way to undo this. You have to move forward. Yes it was brutal and senseless and it happened for no reason but you are alive and this is what matters. You have to say it. Say I am alive." We will end the session when you are ready I am here at the behest of your caregiver but as a care giver I honestly don't care. I don't care about anything in a file or the person with money. I care about the oath I took. To do no harm. I will do all that I can to heal you. That Eva, is what i do. the money is a side effect."
Shawn was getting an early start to gather supplies in the city the frozen dead wee a welcome sight. Still he kept alert and his crowbar ready. Going to back doors and using the crowbar to pry them open his boots were done for so his first top was a shoe store. Few people wore boots preferring the light weight feel of a soft shoe. Thankfully he was right and found a light brown steel toe in his size. There were some socks on the wall he grabbed and a pair to wear. Now refitted Shawn looked out across the street for other stores. A gun store, it was looted but few people knew that a gun store had other things. He looked for a replacement knife for the one Shawn used to clean fish. The salt water destroyed it. He found a few good ones he took the one knife for emergencies and the other Swiss knife for his pocket. The ammo that was under the display case he put in his bag in case he came across a gun dropped in the street. Moving down the street he moved into office buildings. No one thought of them so he would climb the stairs for coffee and snacks to take with him. He also grabbed a coffee maker. From the roof he could get a better look at the area. Using some paper and grabbing a few black permanent markers Shawn drew a rough map of the area and the next buildings to loot next.
The stairs were easier going down as his sea legs adjusted to the stable ground. He smirked thinking if he had joined the navy instead. Shawn shook his head and stopped at a off ice on the second floor he grabbed a pair of scissors taking a minute to trim his beard. He used the bathroom mirror on the floor to help guide his work. Shawn decided to keep some of it to avoid the week of itching. Satisfied he tucked the scissors in his bag side pouch. Moving down the street staying to the side walk he hit the jackpot. A clothing store. No winter apparel except the discount rack and thanks to this being New York a full rack of coats. Shawn grabbed a few pair of jeans and some long sleeve shirts. He could cut off the sleeves in the summer.
The watch let him know it was getting late. He added the clothes to the bag and made his way back to the the boat in a round about way. Shaw was glad to be home and although it was a just a boat it was starting to become more. The new boots went to the side of the door while the clothes went into the dresser left empty by the actual owners. There were other boats on the docks and Shawn would have to find some more food. Right now he was grateful for the coffee that was brewing and the snacks that were left behind.
The stairs were easier going down as his sea legs adjusted to the stable ground. He smirked thinking if he had joined the navy instead. Shawn shook his head and stopped at a off ice on the second floor he grabbed a pair of scissors taking a minute to trim his beard. He used the bathroom mirror on the floor to help guide his work. Shawn decided to keep some of it to avoid the week of itching. Satisfied he tucked the scissors in his bag side pouch. Moving down the street staying to the side walk he hit the jackpot. A clothing store. No winter apparel except the discount rack and thanks to this being New York a full rack of coats. Shawn grabbed a few pair of jeans and some long sleeve shirts. He could cut off the sleeves in the summer.
The watch let him know it was getting late. He added the clothes to the bag and made his way back to the the boat in a round about way. Shaw was glad to be home and although it was a just a boat it was starting to become more. The new boots went to the side of the door while the clothes went into the dresser left empty by the actual owners. There were other boats on the docks and Shawn would have to find some more food. Right now he was grateful for the coffee that was brewing and the snacks that were left behind.
Deillia looks up briefly at the end of your statement. She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes then when her doubt of your sincerity satisfied she lets slip a smile beneath her cowl. Her hands fig-it beneath the cloak. "So, it's different out here in the surface world. Have you always lived here?" She lays back on her thorax looking up at the night sky. "I have heard of the the surface world I never thought I would see it. Now that I am here I wish to see more."
"I want to see a human. And every type of creature," She pauses as a screech broke the air. High above was a griffon on the hunt for prey. It flew down into the forest and emerged with a doe. Taking off under it's enormous wing span. It climbed into the night sky. The look on her face was complete amazement.
"I want to see a human. And every type of creature," She pauses as a screech broke the air. High above was a griffon on the hunt for prey. It flew down into the forest and emerged with a doe. Taking off under it's enormous wing span. It climbed into the night sky. The look on her face was complete amazement.
Christian:
Nodding Chris checks his phone switching to iTunes and downloading some music and ringtones.
Jason:
Checking the time on his phone he slides his legs over Christian's lap and gets comfortable.
Nodding Chris checks his phone switching to iTunes and downloading some music and ringtones.
Jason:
Checking the time on his phone he slides his legs over Christian's lap and gets comfortable.
Jason:
Closing the books and freshening up Jason headed over to your place. A short while later there was a knock at the door. He kissed you and walks in. "So glad the week is over. What mischief do you have in store for us tonight?" He sits on your bed. Smiling at you the whole time. Showing genuine affection for your attentions.
Christian:
He shows up a few hours after your text. Opening the door to the room, he pats your head and kisses your cheek. "Hey, Jay. Christian sits next to jay on the bed but leans back taking a pillow for his head.
Closing the books and freshening up Jason headed over to your place. A short while later there was a knock at the door. He kissed you and walks in. "So glad the week is over. What mischief do you have in store for us tonight?" He sits on your bed. Smiling at you the whole time. Showing genuine affection for your attentions.
Christian:
He shows up a few hours after your text. Opening the door to the room, he pats your head and kisses your cheek. "Hey, Jay. Christian sits next to jay on the bed but leans back taking a pillow for his head.
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"It never goes smooth. How come it never goes smooth?"
"It never goes smooth. How come it never goes smooth?"
Jason:
"No I didn't really notice her. She must be nice if you are thinking of her though." The text read.
Christian:
"We will find out later. Nice pics. I'll get Jason then meet you out front when your ready." He sent back a nipple pic.
"No I didn't really notice her. She must be nice if you are thinking of her though." The text read.
Christian:
"We will find out later. Nice pics. I'll get Jason then meet you out front when your ready." He sent back a nipple pic.
The ship was a galley class already laden with cargo and crew hands by the time you returned to board. There was no figurehead at the bow of the ship. The day wore on and it was told to you to expect the voyage to last the better part of a month. You were given a room for the money while others had crew quarters. The captain was a strange one with one eye and a few gold teeth Crossing the ocean was no easy task for even en experienced captain but the reputation was the captain had a secrete way to cross unopposed by the denizens of the deep. The sails were unfurrowed and the anchor was raised. The ship was larger then most measuring nearly 360ft from aft to bow. She was 60ft across. Hosting almost double the sail of those around her. Cargo was heavy laden some was even lashed to the deck. The water was higher then it should be coming up and over the mid point. There were thirty hands and the captain. The ship was no speed queen of the water the ship creaked as the captain spun the wheel turning her into the wind and away from shore.
soon the land was swallowed by the horizon and the sails had a full hold on the wind. The waves crashed into the keel and the weight of the cargo worked to keep her in the water despite the force of the wave. The ship hands were doing various curse wards then returning to their posts or chores. The captain at the helm keeping the ship ahead of the wind. The one good eye a narrow slit scanning the waters ahead.
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