Narcotic Dollie

Shine City II: The Next Season

@BeastofDestiny You can still save Jen, if you would like. ^.^

Shine City II: The Next Season

@BlueAjah That would be neat! Maybe Nori and Oliver could interview Suzy sometime, if we decide to go that route!

Shine City Resources Bank (Locations, Music and Character Ideas)

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The Weatherman Rules

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1. The Weatherman will never kill a main character. He will never harm them either, unless Bozo has received the explicit consent of the character’s creator.

2. All side characters that have been created are possible targets for the Weatherman. That being said, Bozo will PM you if he would like to kill yours off and you can absolutely tell him no. Everyone who has had a character targeted/killed by the weatherman so far has given their consent and knew that it would be happening.

If it makes you uncomfortable to tell Bozo no, you can always PM Ginger, Dynamo, or myself and we will be glad to do it for you. Don’t be afraid!

3. As of right now all future Weatherman posts will be put under a hider with warnings. You can chose to opt out of reading them completely or ask me for a summary, if you want to know but don’t care to read the details.

4. As of right now I would like everyone still involved in this roleplay to either opt in or out of The Weatherman storyline. If you say no your side characters will never be considered as possible targets. Even if you say yes, you will always be notified before harm befalls them.

Shine City II: The Next Season

It has come to our (@Dynamo Frokane@MyCatGinger) attention that at least five people were made uncomfortable by the latest weatherman attack. This was never anyone’s intent, so we will go over the rules of what The Weatherman can and can not do so that no one will be surprised in the future. Savy?

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The Weatherman Rules

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1. The Weatherman will never kill a main character. He will never harm them either, unless @Bozo has received the explicit consent of the character’s creator.

2. All side characters that have been created are possible targets for the Weatherman. That being said, Bozo will PM you if he would like to kill yours off and you can absolutely tell him no. Everyone who has had a character targeted/killed by the weatherman so far has given their consent and knew that it would be happening.

If it makes you uncomfortable to tell Bozo no, you can always PM Ginger, Dynamo, or myself and we will be glad to do it for you. Don’t be afraid!

3. As of right now all future Weatherman posts will be put under a hider with warnings. You can chose to opt out of reading them completely or ask me for a summary, if you want to know but don’t care to read the details.

4. As of right now we would like everyone still involved in this roleplay to either opt in or out of The Weatherman storyline. If you say no your side characters will never be considered as possible targets. Even if you say yes, you will always be notified before harm befalls them.

@sakurasan@Saarebas@Delta44@The Muse@BlueAjah@Haeo@Rekaigan@ClocktowerEchos@Viciousmarrow@lovely complex@Chicogal@JustYui@Knight of Doom@BeastofDestiny@Stern Algorithm@Cirrus@Daxam@Takashi@Verdaux

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Silent Observer No worries Si, I'm not so easily offended!

...Besides...

I love a good cat fight. ;)

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@Melo Aw, thanks darlin'! ^.^

@Silent Observer Yes, yes, we get it, Jareth is lovely and Clover was too focused on her schooling. But she's about to graduate in the summer, so if he could have just held on a little longer he could have had all her attention. :P

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

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Clover flushes a little under the other girl’s praise, scratching at her nose and giving a soft cough. “Aw, you flatterer. Stop it, I'll turn all one color,” the pale girl quips, flicking a little bit of water at Lila.

"So, what were you up to this morning?" The brunette asks as she slips her sunglasses back down. Lila’s skin almost looks golden in the early afternoon sun and one of the pool boys is openly gawking at her from across the Solarium. ’That’s more like it,’ the ginger thought. Delilah Duclerc was the kind of girl that lit up any room she entered and she always garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike.

“I went to the gym. I’m down to a six minute mile,” Clover explains, letting herself relax back into the water. The temperature was perfect and felt splendid against her sore muscles.

"Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!"

“Mmhmm,” Clover hums, cracking an eye open and peeking at Lila. “I sure did. And once you hear about my morning, I think you’ll agree that it was the right decision.” The pale girl straightens back up and turns so that she’s facing the younger girl completely.

“So I ran into…,” she pauses here and glances around quickly, almost like she was checking to make sure no one else was around. Her former boyfriend was a lot like Voldemort, she tried not to speak his name unless she had to. “...Jareth. And he looked perfect, like he was getting ready for a fashion show or something. And I looked like a wet dog. Seriously, I was in my ancient, ‘Save the Dolphins!’ t-shirt and covered in sweat. My hair wasn’t even brushed, I just had it up in a ponytail.” Clover makes a mortified groan and she buries her face in her hands, feeling her ears burn at the remembered humiliation from that encounter.

She really was all one color now.

“So I’m not leaving the suite anymore unless I look my best. I can’t face him again unless we’re on equal footing,” she finishes, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before letting her hands fall back into the water. “What kind of fresh hell is this, that all of our exes are here? We must have been wretched people in past lives, like the kind that kicked puppies or tripped little old ladies or something.”

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Delta44 I do that same thing with her name every time! I don't know why I want her and Ryoki to have cutsie, almost matching names so bad. Whenever I'm proofreading I'm always like, "Really, Narcy? You can't even get her name right?". :P

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Saarebas Aw, Arty is such a good guy/good at his job. I'm glad he's back!

Doll's Character List

Evelyn "Evee" Fairbanks

Name: Evelyn “Evee” Fairbanks
Alias: Travis Fairbanks
Age: 25
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 125 ibs

Bio: Evee was born to Emily and Forest Fairbanks, a pair of ranchers in South Dakota. Growing up the young family never had a lot, but there was food on the table and the little girl always felt safe and loved. Still, something was missing.

Then when she was five years old her little sister Eden was born and everything was perfect.

Wherever little Evee went, Eden was never far behind. They were thick as thieves, running a muck on their small farm and chasing chickens, catching frogs, or splashing about in the creek bed. In fact, the only time they were ever really separated was when their father would take Evee out into the pasture for target practice. Her little sister never had the stomach for such things and much preferred to stay home and help their mother with the chores.

Evee was far from a natural shot. It frustrated her to no end how no matter how steady her breathing or how carefully she peered down the barrel of the pistol, her aim was always comically off. The young girl worked at it day in and day out, but she never seemed to get any better. Then one day her dad brought out his old .22 bolt action rifle. “Let’s give this one a try, hm?” he hummed, carefully pressing the worn firearm into her grip. Evee planted her feet, took aim at the coffee can, exhaled, and pulled the trigger.

Bam!

Perfect.

“That’s my girl,” Forest told her, dropping a kiss into her hair, “I knew you’d get it. You just needed something with a longer barrel. Helps make it feel more like an extension of your arm, or some shit like that. Now come on, little lady, supper’s waitin’.”

When she turned fourteen the Desdemona Virus outbreak begins. It’s not long before both her sister and mother catch it, confined to their beds as their lungs slowly begin to deteriorate, their labored, shuddering breaths growing weaker with each passing day. There wasn’t anything the doctors could do for them, the epidemic was sweeping the entire world and no one had a clue how to combat it.

They both died on a Tuesday. Evee helped lay them to rest under the old birch tree down by the riverbank.

They both held their breath, waiting for the day Evee would catch the virus, but she remained untouched. Her father began to hear rumors about wars and suddenly all the town folk were far too interested in his little girl, looking at her like she was a cut of meat instead of an actual person. Forest decides it would be for the best for them to leave their home and find a place where no one knows about his daughter. That night, after he’s packed up the truck, he shaves her head and helps her bind herself for the first time. “That’s my boy,” he told her, giving her a sad, crooked grin before patting her shoulder and getting back to work.

They leave town in the dead of night and head for Wyoming. They end up in Lander, where her father finds work as a gunsmith and she takes a job at the local cafe, only now everyone calls her Travis instead of Evee. It’s a little tedious, but she finally feels safe and loved again. They continue on like this until one day, when she is twenty three, Forest’s lungs start to give out on him too. The Desdemona Virus took much longer to infect males, but it seemed like her father’s time had finally come. As he lay gasping out his last breaths, he clutched her hand tight and murmured her real name for the first time in years before his eyes fell shut for the last time.

There isn’t a birch tree around this time to lay him under, but Evee finds a dogwood that she thinks he would have liked.

She keeps working at the cafe and takes the occasional gun smithing job on the side. Evee lets her hair grow out a little longer, since no one has seen a woman except for in the newspaper in a very long time. In fact, some of the men have even begun taking estrogen and dressing themselves in silken blouses, trying to fill the role her gender left behind, so no one bats an eye at her delicate features or long eyelashes. She just keeps her hat pulled down low and a heavy scarf around her neck and keeps on working, waiting for the day when she can feel safe again.