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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Allison Hawthorne

Location: Race, Main Stands

Time: Sunday, Noon

Bouncing gently on her toes, Allison waiting for a verbal response. Ashton's body language suggested she didn't know who Snap was, but at least she didn't seem upset about the mention of her height. Or did she? She smiled, at least, but didn't speak. Allison became increasingly anxious, seriously concerned that the woman was giving her some form of silent treatment. Had she been rude? Was Ashton waiting for an apology? Would she accept one? Sometimes people didn't like hearing apologies, kinda like Kriss, but that had definitely been her fault. But this wasn't her fault. Was it?

Allison's thoughts spiraled out of control as she silently rewrote her introduction in her mind and wondered if the outcome would have been the same. Her eyes, still concealed by the aviators, began to glaze over as she attempted to restart her train of thought. Fortunately, Victoria cut in.

"Hey, Ummm I have spent too long with doctors... Sorry... Ii just... Defensive."

The girl's head visible twitched as she came back into reality. Blinking several times, she turned her head slightly to speak to the other woman.

"Oh, that's okay!" she said, reverting back to her normal perky self. "We're not doctors though, so no worries."

She nodded politely as Victoria continued to speak, forcing herself to avoid tilting her head back to make eye contact with Ashton again.

"Oh, no, she's not a race car driver. I think. I dunno, I guess I should ask her. I mean, her car is pretty much a race car, but I don't think she drives like, professionally."

She began rambling haphazardly through a variety of unrelated topics, full aware that this may not be a very good strategy. Every so often she paused for a response but none came, which prompted her to speak further. She turned her head to look back up at Kriss and Snap but their faces were lost in the crowd. Eventually she ran out of things to say and simple stood awkwardly nearby. Time was on her side though. She sensed tension in the stands and glanced up at the leaderboard, which indicated that the cars were on their final lap. Several people began chanting the name "Joel" as the unmistakable roar over the horizon signaled the approaching pack. Allison slipped her shades off to get a clearer look and noted that two cars were pressing hard at each other's sides, nose and nose for the finish. The raw energy radiating from the people in the stands made her hair stand up. The noise grew louder and the cars screamed closer as people moved to the very edge of their seats.

It was over in seconds, the cars screaming over the line and past the stands. Eyes turned upwards to the overhead screens.

[P1 Nicolosi, SCR, OHI, Nissan 300. 0]
[P2 Sato, Nissan F1, Nissan GTR,+0.035]

"Which one was our g-"

Her sentence was cut off as the crowd exploded. People everywhere were cheering, pumping fists, and giving each other high fives as the rest of the pack buzzed by almost silently in comparison to the stands. A voice called over the intercom that Victoria seemed to recognize. She turned to Allison and Ashton, beaming proudly.

"City Hall, 7.30, dress up, there's a very good event on! Our car won!"

"Okay!" Allison replied as she left the area. Ashton had silently shown support with applause and it finally occurred to Allison that perhaps the woman could not speak.

The winning car sped by again at a slower pace. The crowd erupted for a second time at the sight of the stars and stripes flying proudly from the window, and moments later the "U-S-A! U-S-A!" chant reverberated through the stands. Allison joined in instinctively. A lump formed in her throat as the flag passed her and continued down the track. Old Glory. She was never excessively patriotic, but there was a tremendous power in that flag as it danced in the breeze that everyone present could feel. Most removed their hats and either held them over their heart or threw them into the sky. Tears formed in the eyes of some. Nearby, an older man wearing a "POW - MIA" shirt held a trembling hand to his head and saluted. The elderly woman beside him wrapped an arm around him and laid against his shoulder as the rest of the onlookers on the bench saluted with him in unison.

There was something about that flag.

As the cheering continued, Allison realized that it would be more difficult now to find the rest of her squad. She noticed Ashton was looking at her again and had tilted her head towards Victoria's seat. The meaning went completely over the poor girl's head and she shrugged, flipping the sunglasses back onto her face.

"I dunno where she went. Sorry! See you around," she yelled, hoping her words were audible. She hesitated just a moment longer, again unsure of whether she was being rude or not, before twisting away and lunging up the stands, navigating carefully and moving in the general direction of where she hoped Kriss and Snap were.

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@Silver Fox@PrinceAlexus

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Cyrania I don't know if you have any interest in the Deus Ex series, but someone mentioned that Adam Jensen would be a good character.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

Holy CRAP this filled fast.

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Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Ruben Verislav
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Forest of Skyrim
Tag: @Holy Soldier@Lugubrious@Zarkun@DracoLunaris
Word Count: 817

Ruben kept a bead on the enemy force as they retreated, letting off a final volley as they scattered. His rifle, while powerful, was woefully inaccurate at range, and at best he may have clipped one of them in the arm. Satisfied with two confirmed kills, he removed the magazine from his rifle and slid it into an empty slot on his belt. It still contained enough cartridges for two more bursts. He made a mental note as he slipped a fresh mag from another slot and slammed it into the magazine well with a satisfying click. He tugged the bottom, ensuring that the magazine was locked in place, and lowered the weapon to his side. He observed the other soldiers collect weapons from the enemy and realized that the weapons were not unlike those wielded by Sectoids he had encountered on Earth. Dr. Vahlen had requested collecting alien corpses and weapons for research to help give the planet an advantage. As far as he knew, XCOM hadn't developed any laser or plasma-based weaponry.

He looked at the Boss for approval, but decided that Vahlen took precedent. It may be a different world, but ultimately his allegiance would be to the XCOM initiative. If they hadn't transferred him, he wouldn't be here in the first place. If he didn't act soon, the others would claim all of the weapons and he wouldn't have access to anything. Besides, the Boss appeared to be in an argument with someone else. Wordlessly, he stepped away from the group and laid hands on the first laser rifle he could find. It was intact, unlike the weapons used by Sectoids that disintegrated on death. A complete rifle would be extremely valuable. Ignoring any complaints or protests from the locals, he flipped it over his shoulder and locked it onto his back. He would have to be content to carry his rifle in hand from here.

As he returned to the party, a thunder echoed over the landscape, shaking the ground. Ruben spread his feet and gripped his rifle, maintaining his balance and preparing for some kind of retaliatory attack. At this point, he didn't know what to expect. Fortunately, the event was explained by the leader of the other soldiers, whom Ruben had now concluded was the aforementioned Ulfric Stormcloak. Some form of supernatural shout made by "The Greybeards," apparently. They were calling for someone, though Ulfric did not know who and Ruben hadn't made out any names. The Boss was, fortunately, totally against the idea. He was right. This had nothing at all to do with the mission. Unfortunately, the rest of the party did not agree. Azura was the first to speak, and Ruben again thanked his training for helping him keep his mouth shut. He was thoroughly annoyed with her by now. She actively disobeyed orders (if they were even orders), she tried to surrender to an aggressive force, and she hid in the snow while the others returned fire. Now she was in favor of dispatching a member of the Crew to go somewhere and talk to someone about something.

Vent followed by volunteering himself and Piper volunteered Azura. There was a moment of silence as he realized the party was waiting for his input. For once, just once, he was going to offer an opinion, since they wanted one so bad and the Boss hadn't told them to stand down. He lifted the rifle and rested the barrel casually on his shoulder.

"Allow me to summarize," he said, loudly enough for everyone present to hear him clearly. "For anyone unfamiliar, we have been sent on a mission to investigate the situation, find out what happened in Markarth, and figure out what the steel gods were searching for. We were also told to meet a man named Ulfric Stormcloak and his militia.

"We were not briefed of Greybeards, High Rothgar, or any secondary missions or objectives. There are only four of us, and as the previous engagement has made clear, we are outnumbered and outgunned, and even then only three of the four returned fire. The remainder of you have, in light of this, suggested reducing the size of our party by sending one member to an unknown location to communicate with unknown individuals who speak an unknown language about an undisclosed subject. If my experience with the XCOM initiative has taught me anything, it is that you fight together. You do not split up, and you do not dispute with authority. Our party has been placed under the authority of the Boss and he has made it clear that this is irrelevant to the mission. If you were not prepared to funciton as a team, you should not have come.

"We have our orders. And orders," he said, returning the rifle to his front to grip it with his other hand and standing at attention, "are orders."

Hunger Games RP with Randomly Generated Events, just trust me on this one.

That's eight so far.

1. @TudorRose92
2. @Hero
3. @Ebil Bunny
4. @Pseudo Stygian
5. @Ciphra
6. @Duthguy
7. @Dutchess Sarah
8. Me

If everyone submits two, we get 16. We need four more people, assuming they are willing to submit two characters. Keep in mind though that one CS is an OC made by you and the other is literally you. Like IRL you, using your username, gender, and district # of choice (or a second character if you prefer). You don't have to RP yourself, unless you get murdered by your OC, which would be absolutely hilarious.

So, without being pushy, see if you all can attract a few more people. Please do not advertise it in another RP.

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Hunger Games RP with Randomly Generated Events, just trust me on this one.

@Duthguy I can manually add everyone's avatar, yeah. It won't change much, though.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@The1Rolling1Boy Also there is a rescue squad now. They went to the party. Now they're at the race. The CO has a cool car.

The end.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

What happened to that guy who was supposed to wake up in a box outside the rescue squad building?