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I dunno, I don't check in all that often, and all this past week it's been down when I do. -_- But I'm just gonna copy and paste all the posts so far so I can work on it without being on here. xD
Hey guys, i'm here. =w= i just now was able to get into the advanced section, so i'll try and get something up soon. Also, do we need a therapist up in here? >.>
Let it be known that I am interested. =w= Played a bit of DnD 3.5, but never Pathfinder, so I'll go look up all this stuff now. xD
Death... It seemed like everybody that was here had died. A few were rather taciturn about it, and the lady in the fancy dress even said she didn't remember what had happened, but from the awkward way she held herself, Zach assumed that she just didn't want to talk about it. That could've just been his bad habit of looking into things too deeply, though, and even if he was right, he could understand why she might've been uncomfortable. Some deaths could be rather... grisly, he imagined.
So, he was dead. Somehow, the thought hadn't quite registered with him, yet, but confronted with these people talking about how they died, well, he couldn't exactly ignore the fact, now. What was he gonna do...? Thinking about it, he hadn't really accomplished much while he was alive; he got good grades in school, but what the hell were grades compared to actually doing something with your life? There were so many things he could've done, and now he couldn't.
And then there was his brother. Yeah, his parents would probably be sad, too, but he was more worried about how this would affect little Omi. Zach didn't like to admit it to himself, but he was something of a role model to his little brother, and that wasn't just him looking into things too deeply. He could see the younger version of himself picking up certain habits from him everyday, like walking up to the fridge just to see what was inside and swearing like a sailor when playing online games (though it was thankfully still limited to things like 'fudge' - he really needed to cut back on the vulgar language...). It was bad enough seeing how disappointed Omi got when he had to tell him he was busy; how about now, when he was dead?
"No," he thought, silently berating himself, "Just because I'm here now doesn't mean I can't go back."
Did it, though? Had he really died, or was he just in some sort of coma? He supposed he wouldn't find out by just standing here. However, as much as he wanted to run off and find some answers for himself, it was still probably best to stick with the group he found himself in, now, mostly because he had no idea what was out there. If castles here could float in the sky, who's to say there weren't things like dragons and stuff, as well? He looked up from his reverie as the round of introductions being made circled round to him, and he lightly cleared his throat as he began to speak.
"Zach. I got hit by a car," he said, simply, wanting to get this done as quickly as possible. There was a whole new world out there to explore, and nothing was gonna happen until they got this out of the way. Thinking on it, though, he probably should've been paying attention to their names... Whoops. He looked through the group, trying to at least give them some temporary nicknames so he could organize them in his head.
"Let's see... the lady who started this is Glasses. Then there's Vest guy, Dress lady, Professor..." he went on, his gaze wandering over to where two of their number had gone to examine the river.
"There's Mr. Curious, over there... Let's call him George. Plus Blondie..."
This continued for while, with him labeling them by their most striking feature. Galaxy (for her radical shirt), Frenchie (at least, he believed it was french she was speaking), Asia (nothing else really came to mind). Good enough for now, he supposed; he didn't talk much, so he figured their names would come up before he had to speak with them, personally. Now, there was just this thing about being on some alien planet...
The first thing he noticed was that there really weren't all that many of them here. Even in the short amount of time they'd been here, if this was where everyone went when they died, then they'd be counting in the hundreds, at least. So maybe they weren't really dead, after all, or there were other places people went when they kicked the bucket. But then that brought up the question of how it was decided, whether by some higher power or random distribution... he decided not to think about it too hard, yet.
So then, what about their bodies? Were they real? He could feel the grass tickling between his toes (there was something weird about it, but he couldn't quite say what), so there was that. Did he still need to breath? To eat? He tried holding his breath for a minute or two, but once he felt the burning in his lungs, he concluded that yes, he still needed oxygen. Or, was it oxygen, here?
"Overthinking things, again," he berated himself, once more. There really wasn't any certain way he could tell if he was 'alive', he supposed; all things considered, him still being alive defied any sort of conventional logic he could come up with. Still, the curiosity burned within him. How did he know he was really dead?
...How did he know if he could ever go back? So many questions...
So, he was dead. Somehow, the thought hadn't quite registered with him, yet, but confronted with these people talking about how they died, well, he couldn't exactly ignore the fact, now. What was he gonna do...? Thinking about it, he hadn't really accomplished much while he was alive; he got good grades in school, but what the hell were grades compared to actually doing something with your life? There were so many things he could've done, and now he couldn't.
And then there was his brother. Yeah, his parents would probably be sad, too, but he was more worried about how this would affect little Omi. Zach didn't like to admit it to himself, but he was something of a role model to his little brother, and that wasn't just him looking into things too deeply. He could see the younger version of himself picking up certain habits from him everyday, like walking up to the fridge just to see what was inside and swearing like a sailor when playing online games (though it was thankfully still limited to things like 'fudge' - he really needed to cut back on the vulgar language...). It was bad enough seeing how disappointed Omi got when he had to tell him he was busy; how about now, when he was dead?
"No," he thought, silently berating himself, "Just because I'm here now doesn't mean I can't go back."
Did it, though? Had he really died, or was he just in some sort of coma? He supposed he wouldn't find out by just standing here. However, as much as he wanted to run off and find some answers for himself, it was still probably best to stick with the group he found himself in, now, mostly because he had no idea what was out there. If castles here could float in the sky, who's to say there weren't things like dragons and stuff, as well? He looked up from his reverie as the round of introductions being made circled round to him, and he lightly cleared his throat as he began to speak.
"Zach. I got hit by a car," he said, simply, wanting to get this done as quickly as possible. There was a whole new world out there to explore, and nothing was gonna happen until they got this out of the way. Thinking on it, though, he probably should've been paying attention to their names... Whoops. He looked through the group, trying to at least give them some temporary nicknames so he could organize them in his head.
"Let's see... the lady who started this is Glasses. Then there's Vest guy, Dress lady, Professor..." he went on, his gaze wandering over to where two of their number had gone to examine the river.
"There's Mr. Curious, over there... Let's call him George. Plus Blondie..."
This continued for while, with him labeling them by their most striking feature. Galaxy (for her radical shirt), Frenchie (at least, he believed it was french she was speaking), Asia (nothing else really came to mind). Good enough for now, he supposed; he didn't talk much, so he figured their names would come up before he had to speak with them, personally. Now, there was just this thing about being on some alien planet...
The first thing he noticed was that there really weren't all that many of them here. Even in the short amount of time they'd been here, if this was where everyone went when they died, then they'd be counting in the hundreds, at least. So maybe they weren't really dead, after all, or there were other places people went when they kicked the bucket. But then that brought up the question of how it was decided, whether by some higher power or random distribution... he decided not to think about it too hard, yet.
So then, what about their bodies? Were they real? He could feel the grass tickling between his toes (there was something weird about it, but he couldn't quite say what), so there was that. Did he still need to breath? To eat? He tried holding his breath for a minute or two, but once he felt the burning in his lungs, he concluded that yes, he still needed oxygen. Or, was it oxygen, here?
"Overthinking things, again," he berated himself, once more. There really wasn't any certain way he could tell if he was 'alive', he supposed; all things considered, him still being alive defied any sort of conventional logic he could come up with. Still, the curiosity burned within him. How did he know he was really dead?
...How did he know if he could ever go back? So many questions...
I have a lot of friends who drink, but it's just not for me. I try a beer or something every time I come over, but it's really... blegh. >.>
And just a quick question before I finish my post, do our characters still need things like food and oxygen? Cuz Zach's gonna try holding his breath to check. xD
And just a quick question before I finish my post, do our characters still need things like food and oxygen? Cuz Zach's gonna try holding his breath to check. xD
I'm here. =w= Just finished finals week, so I'll have a post up by tomorrow, hopefully. I'll also be more active now that I don't have 3 papers hanging down my neck. xD
I'm here, btw. =w=
"Ai, when are we gonna go to the fair?"
"This weekend."
"But you said that last week..."
Zach rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighed, placing a rough hand on top of his little brother's head as they walked down the grey, empty sidewalk lining the street towards their parents' apartment.
"Some stuff came up. Let's just get home and we can play some League, alright?" he said, ruffling the child's hair with a bored expression on his face. The seven-year-old glowered at him, with an anger that only a child who'd been told 'not now' could muster, before running off ahead down the old byroad, only stopping at the end of the street corner.
"Fine!" the boy shouted, jogging in place, "I'll race you back home, then!"
And with that, he dashed out of sight, no heed given to Zach shouting at him to wait up. The older male let out a single huff of irritation, before smiling slightly and jogging to catch up. It was a cold, grey morning, the frosty air catching in his lungs as his breathing grew a little heavier from the exercise. Decent weather, as far as mornings went. He and his brother were out for their morning walk, a sort of daily ritual for them whenever Zach was home from university, and the little altercation they'd just had was also a somewhat regular thing. So many things his younger counterpart wanted to do with him, so little time to spend. Well, at least he seemed to enjoy the time they did spend together...
"I just hope you don't lose that spirit when you get older, little bro," Zach thought to himself, making it to the bend. It was these kinds of thoughts that had him contemplating his life so much, lately; when did he lose that fire? That enthusiasm? He wasn't really sure. All he knew was that when his little brother set down on his own path in life, he would do anything he could to prevent that fire from going out in him.
A forlorn sigh escaped from the young man's lips as he turned the corner. He really shouldn't complain - it wasn't as if he wasn't happy. He had a few scholarships that were paying his way through school, and his relationship with his parents was a lot better than most people he knew, his age. Getting solid grades in a solid Computer Science major, even having some work experience with the internships he completed over the summer, there was really no way he couldn't be content with his life.
"But what happened to when I wanted to do things?"
The thought pestered him even as he saw his brother about to cross the street to their apartment complex, something he would've scolded him for since he didn't look both ways. He was content... but, no, it wasn't even that. He just accepted how things were. Simply thought that it could be worse. When did he start thinking like that? Things could be better, too.
Regret. It wasn't very strong, but the feeling was definitely there. There were so many things he wanted to do when he was little: become an astronaut, a scientist, a chef, a firefighter. Some of the more grandiose dreams naturally died out as reality set in, but there were plenty of things to strive for other than 'President' and 'Rock Star'. But then, those dreams, too, slowly died, as the down-to-earth guidance of his parents gently weeded them out.
"A painter? Honey, why not something more practical?"
"Novelists take some big risks. Maybe try engineering, instead?"
His teenage life was basically a long list of parental suggestions, like that, and over time, he let the pressure sway him. He wasn't bitter about it, though. In fact, if you asked him now, he'd wholeheartedly agree that it'd be pretty hard to make it as something like a studio artist. But, then again, it wasn't always about the money, with him. What if he'd tried...?
Before he could delve any further into this thoughts, however, the sudden squealing of tires broke him out of his self-reflection, instantly drawing his gaze to the side. It was an old, black sedan, coming around the curve at highly illegal speeds.
"The hell, a drunk driver?" Zach wondered, but he was already in motion, sprinting towards his brother with speed like he was possessed. The street was narrow; his brother jumped up in surprise, looking to what had made the noise, but the car was already almost on him-
And then a loud, sickening thud rang out, Zach flying through the air as the sound of screeching brakes filled his ears. The pain that immediately began to wrack his body rendered him numb to any tactile sensation, but a sudden stop in motion told him he was on the ground, and he slowly looked up with his rapidly blurring vision to see his brother safe on the other sidewalk, pushed to the side by his herculean effort. Safe. But, now... he was going to die, wasn't he? It was funny, though - even as he felt his life fading away, his blood seeping into his eyes, a feeing akin to relief washed over him. Was this really what dying felt like? Somehow, he'd always thought it would feel more dramatic.
"We still haven't gone to that fair, yet..." he thought, a sudden pang of regret making its way through his relief. Well, life was tough, wasn't it? Though, he supposed he was dead, now. The young man took one last, weak look at the grey skies tinted red, imagining what it might be like on the other side... and it was there that he breathed his last.
***
...Or so he thought.
Seemingly moments after his grisly 'death', Zach's eyes shot wide open as the scent of greenery and fresh air assailed his nostrils. Not exactly a smell you come across every day, in the big city. He took a moment to feel out the soft grass he lay on, waiting as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of wherever it was he found himself, at the moment. As he came about, however, he began hearing voices surrounding him, muffled at first, but becoming more coherent with every passing second as his senses slowly returned to functioning levels. Most of what he was hearing boiled down to "where are we?" and "who are you people?", two questions that he would really like to know the answers to, himself. He wasn't much of a lucid dreamer, so this couldn't have been a dream... right? And him getting hit by that car... that definitely happened. So, where was he now?
Gently picking himself up into a sitting position, he took a look around. A huge, grassy plain, with a river running off in the distance, though perhaps the most noticeable feature of his surroundings were the giant landmasses floating up in the sky. Weird. The people whose voices he heard were standing a little ways away from him, and judging by the questions and puzzled faces, they didn't know any more than he did. Was he dead? He looked down to his hands, seeing the familiar tan appendages partially covered by what he confirmed was his favorite, cotton long-sleeve. He was wearing jeans, too, though his shoes were conspicuously missing. Not that he minded; he liked walking around bare-foot more, anyway.
Shaking his head, Zach got up to his feet, shuffling his way over to where the group of individuals were talking, though he kept some distance away out of habit. He raised a hand in greetings, more to just announce his presence than anything else, and waited for someone, if anyone, to come out and explain the situation. Just what was going on...?
"This weekend."
"But you said that last week..."
Zach rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighed, placing a rough hand on top of his little brother's head as they walked down the grey, empty sidewalk lining the street towards their parents' apartment.
"Some stuff came up. Let's just get home and we can play some League, alright?" he said, ruffling the child's hair with a bored expression on his face. The seven-year-old glowered at him, with an anger that only a child who'd been told 'not now' could muster, before running off ahead down the old byroad, only stopping at the end of the street corner.
"Fine!" the boy shouted, jogging in place, "I'll race you back home, then!"
And with that, he dashed out of sight, no heed given to Zach shouting at him to wait up. The older male let out a single huff of irritation, before smiling slightly and jogging to catch up. It was a cold, grey morning, the frosty air catching in his lungs as his breathing grew a little heavier from the exercise. Decent weather, as far as mornings went. He and his brother were out for their morning walk, a sort of daily ritual for them whenever Zach was home from university, and the little altercation they'd just had was also a somewhat regular thing. So many things his younger counterpart wanted to do with him, so little time to spend. Well, at least he seemed to enjoy the time they did spend together...
"I just hope you don't lose that spirit when you get older, little bro," Zach thought to himself, making it to the bend. It was these kinds of thoughts that had him contemplating his life so much, lately; when did he lose that fire? That enthusiasm? He wasn't really sure. All he knew was that when his little brother set down on his own path in life, he would do anything he could to prevent that fire from going out in him.
A forlorn sigh escaped from the young man's lips as he turned the corner. He really shouldn't complain - it wasn't as if he wasn't happy. He had a few scholarships that were paying his way through school, and his relationship with his parents was a lot better than most people he knew, his age. Getting solid grades in a solid Computer Science major, even having some work experience with the internships he completed over the summer, there was really no way he couldn't be content with his life.
"But what happened to when I wanted to do things?"
The thought pestered him even as he saw his brother about to cross the street to their apartment complex, something he would've scolded him for since he didn't look both ways. He was content... but, no, it wasn't even that. He just accepted how things were. Simply thought that it could be worse. When did he start thinking like that? Things could be better, too.
Regret. It wasn't very strong, but the feeling was definitely there. There were so many things he wanted to do when he was little: become an astronaut, a scientist, a chef, a firefighter. Some of the more grandiose dreams naturally died out as reality set in, but there were plenty of things to strive for other than 'President' and 'Rock Star'. But then, those dreams, too, slowly died, as the down-to-earth guidance of his parents gently weeded them out.
"A painter? Honey, why not something more practical?"
"Novelists take some big risks. Maybe try engineering, instead?"
His teenage life was basically a long list of parental suggestions, like that, and over time, he let the pressure sway him. He wasn't bitter about it, though. In fact, if you asked him now, he'd wholeheartedly agree that it'd be pretty hard to make it as something like a studio artist. But, then again, it wasn't always about the money, with him. What if he'd tried...?
Before he could delve any further into this thoughts, however, the sudden squealing of tires broke him out of his self-reflection, instantly drawing his gaze to the side. It was an old, black sedan, coming around the curve at highly illegal speeds.
"The hell, a drunk driver?" Zach wondered, but he was already in motion, sprinting towards his brother with speed like he was possessed. The street was narrow; his brother jumped up in surprise, looking to what had made the noise, but the car was already almost on him-
And then a loud, sickening thud rang out, Zach flying through the air as the sound of screeching brakes filled his ears. The pain that immediately began to wrack his body rendered him numb to any tactile sensation, but a sudden stop in motion told him he was on the ground, and he slowly looked up with his rapidly blurring vision to see his brother safe on the other sidewalk, pushed to the side by his herculean effort. Safe. But, now... he was going to die, wasn't he? It was funny, though - even as he felt his life fading away, his blood seeping into his eyes, a feeing akin to relief washed over him. Was this really what dying felt like? Somehow, he'd always thought it would feel more dramatic.
"We still haven't gone to that fair, yet..." he thought, a sudden pang of regret making its way through his relief. Well, life was tough, wasn't it? Though, he supposed he was dead, now. The young man took one last, weak look at the grey skies tinted red, imagining what it might be like on the other side... and it was there that he breathed his last.
...Or so he thought.
Seemingly moments after his grisly 'death', Zach's eyes shot wide open as the scent of greenery and fresh air assailed his nostrils. Not exactly a smell you come across every day, in the big city. He took a moment to feel out the soft grass he lay on, waiting as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of wherever it was he found himself, at the moment. As he came about, however, he began hearing voices surrounding him, muffled at first, but becoming more coherent with every passing second as his senses slowly returned to functioning levels. Most of what he was hearing boiled down to "where are we?" and "who are you people?", two questions that he would really like to know the answers to, himself. He wasn't much of a lucid dreamer, so this couldn't have been a dream... right? And him getting hit by that car... that definitely happened. So, where was he now?
Gently picking himself up into a sitting position, he took a look around. A huge, grassy plain, with a river running off in the distance, though perhaps the most noticeable feature of his surroundings were the giant landmasses floating up in the sky. Weird. The people whose voices he heard were standing a little ways away from him, and judging by the questions and puzzled faces, they didn't know any more than he did. Was he dead? He looked down to his hands, seeing the familiar tan appendages partially covered by what he confirmed was his favorite, cotton long-sleeve. He was wearing jeans, too, though his shoes were conspicuously missing. Not that he minded; he liked walking around bare-foot more, anyway.
Shaking his head, Zach got up to his feet, shuffling his way over to where the group of individuals were talking, though he kept some distance away out of habit. He raised a hand in greetings, more to just announce his presence than anything else, and waited for someone, if anyone, to come out and explain the situation. Just what was going on...?
CS is ready. Can't wait to see how this plays out. =w=
Username: Mystyltainn
Timezone: Eastern
Posting Habits: I post very erratically. Depends on what paper's due by the end of the week. xD I usually have a fairly long posting length; I actually find it harder to keep it concise than to just go on and on.
RP Peeves: Nothing really, except for the fact that I don't have a reasonable amount of time for RPing, yet still try to do it anyways. >.>
Anything Else: I'm in my junior year at university, which is why I'm running so low on time. I also like cats.
Caracter's Name: Zach Vongsavanh
Age: 20
Appearance:
Occupation: Student
Beliefs/Religion: Parents were Buddhist, he himself practices his own variation of it but treats it as more of a philosophy than a religion.
Personality:
+ Extremely focused when something interests him.
+ Open-minded, tries to understand things from other people's perspectives before judging.
+ Friendly, tying in to his open-mindedness; he doesn't care who you are, he'll treat you with respect until you do something he really can't agree with.
+ Good sense of humor.
+ Relaxed, doesn't take anything to personal offense.
- Air-headed to the point of forgetfulness when something doesn't interest him.
- Quiet and anti-social, doesn't care to open up to people unless they take the initiative.
- Not exactly a "good" person; he'll help you out if he knows you and you're on friendly terms, but he rarely goes out of his way to help a stranger.
Cause of Death: Hit by a car while pushing little brother out of the way.
Hobbies: Video games, reading, cooking.
Fears: Intimate relationships, or rather, having to expose the person he really is to others.
Username: Mystyltainn
Timezone: Eastern
Posting Habits: I post very erratically. Depends on what paper's due by the end of the week. xD I usually have a fairly long posting length; I actually find it harder to keep it concise than to just go on and on.
RP Peeves: Nothing really, except for the fact that I don't have a reasonable amount of time for RPing, yet still try to do it anyways. >.>
Anything Else: I'm in my junior year at university, which is why I'm running so low on time. I also like cats.
Caracter's Name: Zach Vongsavanh
Age: 20
Appearance:
Occupation: Student
Beliefs/Religion: Parents were Buddhist, he himself practices his own variation of it but treats it as more of a philosophy than a religion.
Personality:
+ Extremely focused when something interests him.
+ Open-minded, tries to understand things from other people's perspectives before judging.
+ Friendly, tying in to his open-mindedness; he doesn't care who you are, he'll treat you with respect until you do something he really can't agree with.
+ Good sense of humor.
+ Relaxed, doesn't take anything to personal offense.
- Air-headed to the point of forgetfulness when something doesn't interest him.
- Quiet and anti-social, doesn't care to open up to people unless they take the initiative.
- Not exactly a "good" person; he'll help you out if he knows you and you're on friendly terms, but he rarely goes out of his way to help a stranger.
Cause of Death: Hit by a car while pushing little brother out of the way.
Hobbies: Video games, reading, cooking.
Fears: Intimate relationships, or rather, having to expose the person he really is to others.
I'm here. =w=
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