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Y'all can call me Bard.
I've been RPing for about 15 years now.
I'm also an aspiring novelist and an avid writer of short stories.
I believe hardship and bad karma (regardless of how much good one does) are necessary for character development, aptly explained by a well selling writer:
"Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of." —Kurt Vonnegut
I've been RPing for about 15 years now.
I'm also an aspiring novelist and an avid writer of short stories.
I believe hardship and bad karma (regardless of how much good one does) are necessary for character development, aptly explained by a well selling writer:
"Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of." —Kurt Vonnegut
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I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep in this. I'm still trying to catch up in threads I'm already in and recovering from the weekend isn't helping. Really, it's making it harder, because I'm just now getting around to things that I had been thinking on before the weekend. Sorry.
The throb of her headache drew a groan out of Riley before she was really aware of the world around her. Gingerly touching her head, she pushed up into a lounging position, mostly supported by the one arm. Her hand froze against her hair when a strangely familiar scent filled her nostrils. Eyes snapping open, her heart began to race as she took in the room. Her hand immediately left her head as she groped for her bag, and thus her flashlight. Just having it in hand felt better.
Holding the flashlight like a security blanket, she continued her examination of the room before her gaze finally landed on Shiloh. "Oh, please don't be dead," she mumbled to herself. Between the splitting headache and a rush to get to him, Riley scurried on hand and knee to Shiloh's side. "Shiloh. Shiloh, wake up," she said, all but shouting. As she spoke, she shook his shoulder in as gentle a manner as she could manage in her growing panic.
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Rolling onto his side, Chris coughed violently against the desire to vomit. Pounding headaches like this always aggravated his stomach. Resting over like he was made him realize he was on a bed, and he had no clue how he got there. His eyes snapped open and he shot to sitting straight up, frantically looking around. Where the hell was Riley? His gaze fell on the chick in the other bed but knew it wasn't his cousin. Maybe that chick his cousin brought along?
Getting to his feet, he used a hand on the bed to help stabilize himself while the other did a quick pat down of his body. Cross, check; cigarettes, check; lighter, check. The latter two stayed in hand as he looked around a bit more. Creepy ass place, and no sign of Riley. "Well, shit," he mumbled, popping a cigarette out and into his mouth in one smooth motion.
He stepped forward and kicked the mattress of the other bed. "Come on, we gotta get out of here." If that chick hadn't been with the group, he might not have even cared to attempt to partner up with her. The lighter clicked on in one swift action and the flame kissed the end of his cigarette, granting a wisp of smoke before snapping off. Nicotine, one of the few things to help keep him thinking levelheaded when it came to his cousin. His attention shot toward the door, hands stilled in their partially raised positions after lighting the cigarette, when he heard the ding and the shouts.
"Fuck sake," he grumbled around the cigarette. One last look cast to the fourth wheel of their road trip, he walked over toward the door to the room and cautiously opened it to see what was going on outside.
Holding the flashlight like a security blanket, she continued her examination of the room before her gaze finally landed on Shiloh. "Oh, please don't be dead," she mumbled to herself. Between the splitting headache and a rush to get to him, Riley scurried on hand and knee to Shiloh's side. "Shiloh. Shiloh, wake up," she said, all but shouting. As she spoke, she shook his shoulder in as gentle a manner as she could manage in her growing panic.
Rolling onto his side, Chris coughed violently against the desire to vomit. Pounding headaches like this always aggravated his stomach. Resting over like he was made him realize he was on a bed, and he had no clue how he got there. His eyes snapped open and he shot to sitting straight up, frantically looking around. Where the hell was Riley? His gaze fell on the chick in the other bed but knew it wasn't his cousin. Maybe that chick his cousin brought along?
Getting to his feet, he used a hand on the bed to help stabilize himself while the other did a quick pat down of his body. Cross, check; cigarettes, check; lighter, check. The latter two stayed in hand as he looked around a bit more. Creepy ass place, and no sign of Riley. "Well, shit," he mumbled, popping a cigarette out and into his mouth in one smooth motion.
He stepped forward and kicked the mattress of the other bed. "Come on, we gotta get out of here." If that chick hadn't been with the group, he might not have even cared to attempt to partner up with her. The lighter clicked on in one swift action and the flame kissed the end of his cigarette, granting a wisp of smoke before snapping off. Nicotine, one of the few things to help keep him thinking levelheaded when it came to his cousin. His attention shot toward the door, hands stilled in their partially raised positions after lighting the cigarette, when he heard the ding and the shouts.
"Fuck sake," he grumbled around the cigarette. One last look cast to the fourth wheel of their road trip, he walked over toward the door to the room and cautiously opened it to see what was going on outside.
Ariel let her hand fall away at the first hint of movement to Walker's arm. No need to continue to touch him if he wished to not be touched. She clasped her hands behind her back, with little else to do with them at that very moment. Her gaze shifted to Nikolai when he answered her question for Walker, and the smile was just as genuine when it widened that hair. "Thank you, Nikolai. Though I do not believe injury to have any sort of comic effect," she replied, using a gentle tone rather than a scolding one.
That was saved for Walker, when her attention turned back to him at his retort to Nikolai's statement. "Please, make no threats around me." The tone may have been mildly reprimanding, but she kept her voice gentle anyways with a milder, though not fully disapproving, smile on her face.
The smile completely disappeared with a blink when Walker changed topics mid-sentence and leaned closer to her. She kept as good an eye on his face as she could, which meant leaning back slightly to do so. "My face?" She had forgotten all about the bit of a scrape. It took touching it for the slight sting to return for that instant; she looked down to find a bit of tacky congealed blood on her finger tip. It hadn't seemed like it was that bad from the sting. "Oh, yes, I believe the tray may have scratched me, but it is not Adrian's fault."
She looked back at Walker. "It is nothing, though. It will heal within the hour. What of your bump though? A good fall can do damage regardless of how minor you believe it to be. Would you please allow me to examine it?" She knew she would never get anywhere with Adrain if she tried to pester him into letting her examine his injuries, but sometimes she got lucky with Walker.
That was saved for Walker, when her attention turned back to him at his retort to Nikolai's statement. "Please, make no threats around me." The tone may have been mildly reprimanding, but she kept her voice gentle anyways with a milder, though not fully disapproving, smile on her face.
The smile completely disappeared with a blink when Walker changed topics mid-sentence and leaned closer to her. She kept as good an eye on his face as she could, which meant leaning back slightly to do so. "My face?" She had forgotten all about the bit of a scrape. It took touching it for the slight sting to return for that instant; she looked down to find a bit of tacky congealed blood on her finger tip. It hadn't seemed like it was that bad from the sting. "Oh, yes, I believe the tray may have scratched me, but it is not Adrian's fault."
She looked back at Walker. "It is nothing, though. It will heal within the hour. What of your bump though? A good fall can do damage regardless of how minor you believe it to be. Would you please allow me to examine it?" She knew she would never get anywhere with Adrain if she tried to pester him into letting her examine his injuries, but sometimes she got lucky with Walker.
Hey, I just had a quick question because I wanted to verify before I started to do my intro posts and I'll apologize in advance if they don't get up tonight before I pass out (I have a bit of sun poisoning from the weekend.)
The question: We start off with the stuff listed for our start off items, yes? (And thus the pack they come in if they used a pack to carry their stuff.)
The question: We start off with the stuff listed for our start off items, yes? (And thus the pack they come in if they used a pack to carry their stuff.)
I'm still around. Trying to get caught up on all my threads now.
I'm working on my profile right now, but I'm also a bit behind on my active RPs because of a weekend away/some sun poisoning from it. I might not get the profile posted until tomorrow, maybe Wednesday at the latest. (Depending on when I go pass out again.)
I got back last night but have a bit of sun poisoning so I didn't manage to get anything done really. If I'm feeling better tonight when I get home from work, I'll hopefully start my PM session. Sorry for the delay.
Ariel may not have been happy about his response, but if he wished to ignore medical attention then she wasn't going to pressure him into it. "Well, then have a wonderful day." This was mostly called to his back since Adrian was already walking away. She wasn't about to change her desire to wish him well just because he brushed off her offer to help. A wave and a brighter smile even accompanied the parting statement, which she also turned on the rest of the Ares table before departing. Not all Ares children were mean, and it was just rude to part without some form of farewell.
There was a slight skip to her step as she headed off to check on the other demi-god involved in the scuffle. Walker had been getting to his feet with a tray in hand when she had last seen him. The slight sting from her cheek was gone even if the glaring red mark wasn't, which meant it would probably be only another dozen or so minutes before that too diminished.
Stopping at a respectful distance, though not as mindfully distant as she had with Adrian in keeping her distance from being immediately next to Walker, she smiled at the group gathered. "Good morning, everyone. Pardon my interruption," she said. She turned her gaze onto Walker, gently placing a hand on his arm to help draw his attention. "Walker, did you actually get hit by the tray or did you trip and fall? Either way, would you like me to take a look at you to see if there are any injuries.
There was a slight skip to her step as she headed off to check on the other demi-god involved in the scuffle. Walker had been getting to his feet with a tray in hand when she had last seen him. The slight sting from her cheek was gone even if the glaring red mark wasn't, which meant it would probably be only another dozen or so minutes before that too diminished.
Stopping at a respectful distance, though not as mindfully distant as she had with Adrian in keeping her distance from being immediately next to Walker, she smiled at the group gathered. "Good morning, everyone. Pardon my interruption," she said. She turned her gaze onto Walker, gently placing a hand on his arm to help draw his attention. "Walker, did you actually get hit by the tray or did you trip and fall? Either way, would you like me to take a look at you to see if there are any injuries.
Not a medieval one, but I will. Thanks
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