Phloem

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Alright, I whipped a little something up FINALLY. Looks like the fire's gonna happen, after all.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Gaspard stood slumped sideways against a pillar, a near-empty cup of rum and coke clutched in his left hand. He supposed that was one of the good things about this place; the underage drinking. After all, the rules just didn't apply to demigods. From his vantage point, he enjoyed a perfect view of the general vicinity. The sound of campers chatting amongst themselves filled the air, and the sky was now completely darkened. Strangely though, whenever anyone passed him by, they seemed to give him a wide berth. No snickers of mockery were heard, however, and chatter only resumed once Gaspard was out of earshot. Subconsciously or not, he couldn't say, but he couldn't deny it was pretty damn sweet. All this time, not one of his fellow campers nodded, smiled, or ventured so much as an innocuous how’s tricks, as if hesitant to risk rousing the ire of the son of Hecate. As he drained the last of the Cuba Libre, Gaspard felt a pleasant buzz at the back of his brain. Of course, he was nowhere near drunk yet, but he'd wager that four more of those would probably do it. Deciding that he might as well have some fun now that he was here, he began to wander towards where most of the action was.

Gaspard managed to snatch up another drink on the way there, downing a third of it before he even got to his destination. It was only then he heard a single voice resonate above the rest. He couldn't quite catch what the voice was going on about; something about starting a fire? He didn't trust his ears, but if that was true, tonight was certainly going to be interesting. Maybe one of the Hephaestus kids could do the honours. But then again, they were always such a bunch of goody two-shoes. Gaspard had half a mind to start it himself, but for now, he was determined to locate the source of the voice. Which was something easier said than done, as navigating through a large crowd without spilling your drink was no easy feat. He managed, though, weaving through the sea of bodies with minimal damage sustained from flying elbows.

Once he found the voice's source, Gaspard crooked an eyebrow. He vaguely recalled seeing the girl from earlier that day, when Erin was giving the group of newbies a tour around camp. She was one of the Ares kids, if he remembered correctly. (Speaking of which, they were getting way too many of those around here.) Gaspard couldn't say he was surprised, though. Of course one of the Ares kids would want to set something on fire. The girl seemed more than a little tipsy at the moment, however, and she sure as hell wasn't in the right state of mind to light the entire place on fire.

"Faris, right?" Gaspard spoke up suddenly once he was close enough, taking another sip of his drink. He wasn't exactly going to intervene, no. This night could use a lot more than just drunken dancing, after all, and a bonfire might be just what this place needed. "What was that about a fire?"

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Oh jeez, I don't even know how to begin writing. This writer's block is gonna be the death of me.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

I might join this, if you're still accepting Thrall characters.

Also, would it be possible for a Thrall to kill their maker? Just curious. :P

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Mind if I put up a post after the party starts? I don't want to shoehorn it by doing it right now. That is, if I'm still in this. I'm a douche, sorry. :c

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

I'll be able to put up a post tomorrow afternoon. Sorry for the delay!

Bioshock - Left Behind

Posted. It's pretty short though; I'll probably beef it up after I've had some sleep. x.x

Bioshock - Left Behind

Silas Hope - Pauper's Drop - Splicer's Corpse

"Well, hello, beautiful."

A dead Splicer was sprawled on the ground; in perfect condition apart from the caved-in skull. Kneeling down beside the cadaver, Silas retrieved a set surgical tools from his leather knapsack. He didn't bring everything along, of course, wandering around Rapture with numerous jangling test tubes and pipettes was surely a disaster waiting to happen. The scalpel made the first cut, a deep line through dead flesh, black blood oozing out of the wound and onto the floor. Three more incisions were made similar to the first, before Silas retrieved a small square of flesh from the cadaver. He carefully dropped the sample into a sealable plastic bag with a pair of tweezers, whistling a merry little tune as he did so. Sure, it was as macabre as Rapture was a fucking shithole, but one good thing was that fresh samples were literally everywhere. In the week he'd been here, Silas realised that this place was even more of a dog-eat-dog world than up there. Not that he had any problem with it, all he had to do was hole up in King Pawn until they'd all killed each other, and then swoop in to collect the goods.

Tucking the ziploc bag safely away, Silas got back up onto his feet. The place was completely quiet apart from the occasional periodic dripping of water, which he found just the slightest bit worrying. Usually, there was some nutter rattling on and on about the most asinine bullshit, but today, there was only silence. Silas unholstered his semi-automatic pistol, eyes darting around and around to check for any potential danger, but he found none. The last thing he wanted was to die down here, but he refused to leave until he collected enough data to make it big. Recognition was all he ever wanted, and he wasn't about to let his nerves stop him.

This... ADAM he found in the bloodstreams of Splicers was more than a little intriguing - something like this was bound to cause a flurry in the scientific world. Silas kept his gun at the ready, determined to collect at least a couple more blood and tissue samples before calling it a day.

The Mythical Realm

Could I possibly reserve Pestilence? :D

Bioshock - Left Behind

Sorry for the wait! I'll get my post up once I get home in about 7 hours.