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I'm a twenty eight year old American girl who loves a good cupcake!
Here's a link to my interest check and character bank. Shoot me a PM if anything tickles your fancy!
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I'm finally home! Sorry my post is so long, I was trying to include everyone.
The captain shouted back to her crew once again before accepting Silas as a passenger, explaining where he'd be staying, and dismissing him in the same breath, before returning to the ship to avoid the in coming preacher.
"Wènhòu," called the Shepard, bowing as he spoke.
"Hello," Silas answered, nodding in a return.
"My name is Iean, I look after this flock. If there is any type of spiritual needs that have gone unattended then please allow me the honor to guide you to the enlightenment of your choosing," Iean said kindly.
"I think my spiritual needs are all seen to. Thanks though," the gunsmith replied, clapping the other man on the shoulder for a moment. Like most folk from Dyton, Silas was technically Roman Catholic. The brunette usually didn't make it to Mass unless it was a holy obligation day and he confessed even less than that. "I'm Si--"
"You flying with us?" Called a small red haired girl as she trotted down the main ramp. When she got to the bottom she reached out and shook Silas's hand. "My name's April Cooper, I'm the pilot. You're more'n welcome aboard as far as I'm concerned, but, uh..." the pilot paused her a leaned in closer, dropping his hand to prod at his chest with a tiny finger while grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "When I say hold onto something? Hold onto something."
"...Right," Silas said, pulling his hand back from the red head. 'Well, that was ominous,' he thought as he watched the pilot prance off before he had a chance to tell her his name. 'She's the pilot? She doesn't look like she's even old enough to have her license.'
"Sorry father. Like I was saying earlier, I'm Silas," the gunsmith continued, glancing back over to where Iean was standing, before catching sight of another person barreling down the ramp. Silas was sure he was going to have to catch her to stop the newcomer from face planting, but she stopped short, holding her hands behind her back.
"Hannah, that's me. I can show you your bunk and the mess and all that. You said you had ammo? What kinds? I'm always looking for more. Got any large calibers?" She asked excitedly, extending a tan hand in offer of a handshake.
"Silas," he told her, gripping her hand in his own and chuckling at how excited she got about the prospect of new ammo. He instantly liked her. "I've got almost anything you could need for a traditional gun and the biggest thing I have are my 50 caliber sniper rifle slugs. I don't have anything for laser guns or rocket launchers," Silas said the last bit with a grimace, forcing himself not to glance in the direction of the goat farmer. "I'd appreciate you showing me what's what, but can you tell me where to stow my merch first? It'd make me a might jumpy to leave them outside."
"Wènhòu," called the Shepard, bowing as he spoke.
"Hello," Silas answered, nodding in a return.
"My name is Iean, I look after this flock. If there is any type of spiritual needs that have gone unattended then please allow me the honor to guide you to the enlightenment of your choosing," Iean said kindly.
"I think my spiritual needs are all seen to. Thanks though," the gunsmith replied, clapping the other man on the shoulder for a moment. Like most folk from Dyton, Silas was technically Roman Catholic. The brunette usually didn't make it to Mass unless it was a holy obligation day and he confessed even less than that. "I'm Si--"
"You flying with us?" Called a small red haired girl as she trotted down the main ramp. When she got to the bottom she reached out and shook Silas's hand. "My name's April Cooper, I'm the pilot. You're more'n welcome aboard as far as I'm concerned, but, uh..." the pilot paused her a leaned in closer, dropping his hand to prod at his chest with a tiny finger while grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "When I say hold onto something? Hold onto something."
"...Right," Silas said, pulling his hand back from the red head. 'Well, that was ominous,' he thought as he watched the pilot prance off before he had a chance to tell her his name. 'She's the pilot? She doesn't look like she's even old enough to have her license.'
"Sorry father. Like I was saying earlier, I'm Silas," the gunsmith continued, glancing back over to where Iean was standing, before catching sight of another person barreling down the ramp. Silas was sure he was going to have to catch her to stop the newcomer from face planting, but she stopped short, holding her hands behind her back.
"Hannah, that's me. I can show you your bunk and the mess and all that. You said you had ammo? What kinds? I'm always looking for more. Got any large calibers?" She asked excitedly, extending a tan hand in offer of a handshake.
"Silas," he told her, gripping her hand in his own and chuckling at how excited she got about the prospect of new ammo. He instantly liked her. "I've got almost anything you could need for a traditional gun and the biggest thing I have are my 50 caliber sniper rifle slugs. I don't have anything for laser guns or rocket launchers," Silas said the last bit with a grimace, forcing himself not to glance in the direction of the goat farmer. "I'd appreciate you showing me what's what, but can you tell me where to stow my merch first? It'd make me a might jumpy to leave them outside."
Hey guys! Just letting you know I'm away from home and won't be able to get a post up until late tomorrow!
“I could be, depends on who you are,” the captain replied blandly, tilting her head like a thoroughly disinterested cat. “What you want and what you can offer," the woman continued, discarding her cigarette. A young man walked out of the hull with a mechanical spider like creature on his shoulder and some high-tech gizmo in his hand. He murmured something that made the captain so frustrated she actually picked the old cigarette back up and relit it. As she barked orders at what Silas assumed was one of her crew, the gunsmith couldn't help but take a long inhale of the second hand smoke. 'Jesus, that's good,' the brunette thought, hands flexing on the strap of his duffle bag. He had quit smoking three years ago, but he still had the urge whenever he was around cigarettes.
While the captain was minding her crew, Silas took a moment to study her. She was a taller woman, with sleeves of tattoos on each arm and eyes so light that they almost appeared colorless. The stern way she carried herself suggested that she didn't put up with anyone's shenanigans and the way her biceps rippled as she shooed the male technician told Silas that she would probably wipe the floor with him in a fist fight.
“So, who are you, what do you want and what can you offer?” The captain asked again, turning her attention back towards Silas and pulling him form his thoughts.
"Silas Fairbanks. I'm just trying to get to a different planet so I can sell my wares. I've got some coin," he told her, before he glanced over at another woman who was carrying a large box marked, 'munitions'. "...I've got ammo and the like to trade, but it seems like you've got that covered," Silas finished, nodding at captain's crew member. He entertained the idea of sticking his hand out for a handshake, but decided against it. This woman didn't seem like the type who enjoyed those sort of gestures.
While the captain was minding her crew, Silas took a moment to study her. She was a taller woman, with sleeves of tattoos on each arm and eyes so light that they almost appeared colorless. The stern way she carried herself suggested that she didn't put up with anyone's shenanigans and the way her biceps rippled as she shooed the male technician told Silas that she would probably wipe the floor with him in a fist fight.
“So, who are you, what do you want and what can you offer?” The captain asked again, turning her attention back towards Silas and pulling him form his thoughts.
"Silas Fairbanks. I'm just trying to get to a different planet so I can sell my wares. I've got some coin," he told her, before he glanced over at another woman who was carrying a large box marked, 'munitions'. "...I've got ammo and the like to trade, but it seems like you've got that covered," Silas finished, nodding at captain's crew member. He entertained the idea of sticking his hand out for a handshake, but decided against it. This woman didn't seem like the type who enjoyed those sort of gestures.
Hey, what are the rules about how often we can post? I wanna make sure I don't spam the IC!
"Listen, I've told you everyday for the past week, I don't make goram rocket launchers," Silas sighed, rubbing his face in frustration.
"But what if you did?" asked a scraggly, slightly unhinged looking goat farmer who was missing one eyebrow. "C'mon! I got the coin," the man persuaded, waggling his lone brow at the gunsmith.
'I need to get off this planet,' Silas mused, shooing away the grungy farmer. 'Nothin' on this rock but crazies. What does that man even need a rocket launcher for? Is he gonna blow up his livestock?' The brunette thought, packing up his wares briskly. He glanced over at the shipyard, were there was a single ship docked. It was smoking ominously and it's captain was yelling orders back into the cargo bay at the crew. 'Should probably wait for the next one, that thing looks like a death trap.'
Just as Silas was making plans to stay another night, he spied the goat farmer again, staring at him through the window of the local saloon an waving excitedly. "Nope," Silas mumbled to himself, locking up the crates and making his way over to the ship, nodding at the dreadlocked woman he assumed was in charge.
"Are you taking on travelers?"
"But what if you did?" asked a scraggly, slightly unhinged looking goat farmer who was missing one eyebrow. "C'mon! I got the coin," the man persuaded, waggling his lone brow at the gunsmith.
'I need to get off this planet,' Silas mused, shooing away the grungy farmer. 'Nothin' on this rock but crazies. What does that man even need a rocket launcher for? Is he gonna blow up his livestock?' The brunette thought, packing up his wares briskly. He glanced over at the shipyard, were there was a single ship docked. It was smoking ominously and it's captain was yelling orders back into the cargo bay at the crew. 'Should probably wait for the next one, that thing looks like a death trap.'
Just as Silas was making plans to stay another night, he spied the goat farmer again, staring at him through the window of the local saloon an waving excitedly. "Nope," Silas mumbled to himself, locking up the crates and making his way over to the ship, nodding at the dreadlocked woman he assumed was in charge.
"Are you taking on travelers?"
All this talk of forgetting to water the orchids ended up making Nori nervous, so she decided to check in on the shop. The Enchanted Florist wasn't usually open on Sundays, but the owner didn't mind if the short blonde went in for extra hours every once in a while. The DJ backtracked to her apartment and fiddled with the lock of the flower shop until it finally sprang open.
Nori made her way inside and back towards the main register, flicking on the lights as she went. The blonde clocked in and started to store her purse when she felt it buzz. "Please, dear God, don't let it be Dangermouse," she mumbled under her breath as she fished out the smart phone. The florist was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a text from Nick, inviting her out to the arcade.
Please, you're voice doesn't have to dress up to be handsome, it's sexy even when it's been wearing the same pjs for three days straight and hasn't showered in ages. she typed before nibbling on her bottom lip and adding Yeah, the arcade sounds fun, I'll annihilate you at Street Battler 2! Did you wanna meet there around six?
Nori fretted over the wording before punching the send button. "I sound like such a dork," she moaned, tucking her phone into the back pocket of her shorts. While it was part of her work persona to be very flirtatious, the florist had never actually had a boyfriend before, let alone gone on a date with someone. There weren't many options growing up, seeing as how there was only one boy her age in her hometown. He had lived on the farm next door and Nori would have never gone out with him, considering he was missing most of his teeth and slept in the barn with the pigs.
"Don't over think it," she told herself, before going to fetch her watering can from one of the back shelves.
Nori made her way inside and back towards the main register, flicking on the lights as she went. The blonde clocked in and started to store her purse when she felt it buzz. "Please, dear God, don't let it be Dangermouse," she mumbled under her breath as she fished out the smart phone. The florist was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a text from Nick, inviting her out to the arcade.
Please, you're voice doesn't have to dress up to be handsome, it's sexy even when it's been wearing the same pjs for three days straight and hasn't showered in ages. she typed before nibbling on her bottom lip and adding Yeah, the arcade sounds fun, I'll annihilate you at Street Battler 2! Did you wanna meet there around six?
Nori fretted over the wording before punching the send button. "I sound like such a dork," she moaned, tucking her phone into the back pocket of her shorts. While it was part of her work persona to be very flirtatious, the florist had never actually had a boyfriend before, let alone gone on a date with someone. There weren't many options growing up, seeing as how there was only one boy her age in her hometown. He had lived on the farm next door and Nori would have never gone out with him, considering he was missing most of his teeth and slept in the barn with the pigs.
"Don't over think it," she told herself, before going to fetch her watering can from one of the back shelves.
Never mind, you already answered that question. :P
Internet is down, so that post was from my phone. Sorry for any typos!
@The Whacko I hope you were really serious about your character's nickname being dude, duderino, etc. because I'm running with it! :P
@The Whacko I hope you were really serious about your character's nickname being dude, duderino, etc. because I'm running with it! :P
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