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STATUS: A whole month of being home & having nothing to do so im here 8 yrs ago
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A whole month of being home & having nothing to do so im here
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Summer is here woohoo
9 yrs ago
Contrary to popular belief, im not dead
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Some days its just a microwave popcorn day
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I think at this point I bleed coffee
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Bio
RibcageRoses (Rib, Rose, etc etc.) also known as Meghan. She/Her pronouns.
Casual-High Casual Writing Level.
Stay Golden, Slurp Your Fuckin Slushie, and say Hello.
Casual-High Casual Writing Level.
Stay Golden, Slurp Your Fuckin Slushie, and say Hello.
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Oh my
This is very intriguing, I'm up for it. Live die repeat
Universe 1
Appearance:
name: Rosie
Age: 20
gender: female
Universe 1
Appearance:
name: Rosie
Age: 20
gender: female
Bumping this !!! ***
Hello, hello!!
Name: Demetria Ress
Age: 23
Occupation: Demetria works as a nurse as well as a therapist. Her mother was the same, teaching Demetria the ways. She sat in countless sessions with her mother, listening to the sadistic stories of so many who now faced a life in the vault. The mental damage that many faced became so great, it became more important than their own. When Demetria turned 18, she took her mother's place.
Personality: often times serious, in deep thought, and quiet, Demetria finds herself on the lonesome side of a social lane. Her developed view of people has grown to see them as stories and diagnosed problems rather than just people, and this includes herself. She can become easily flustered when taking orders or not being in control, a self independent issue that sometimes causes a work problem. Besides that, she's great at what she does.
Backstory: Demetria was only about 3 when her mother escaped with her into the vault. They had been led by Demetria's father, a man who's occupation is still unknown to Demetria, her mother never revealing it. It was repeated often as Demetria grew that her father had promised healers, and they were to be those healers. Her childhood is just slur of people crying and hitting things, blood, coughing. She felt out of herself, outside of a world, watching from the side lines. As a teenager, her mother went mute, and stopped being able to do her work. Demetria had to take first seat and care for her mom who was slipping away more and more each day. With the small amount of people, it was known by everyone what was going on. Demetria was the crazy nurse's daughter, and it was expected for her to turn out the same. "Like mother, like daughter."
Her mother died when she was 18, and as awful as she felt, it was a bit of a lift off of her as well. Her emotional displacement brushed it off, and she went on with responsibility.
Now, five years later, she get's to return to an outside world she hardly remembers. She is unsure if whether her father will still be alive, but hardly cares if so. She has a job to do, people to keep healthy, and that is that.
Name: Demetria Ress
Age: 23
Occupation: Demetria works as a nurse as well as a therapist. Her mother was the same, teaching Demetria the ways. She sat in countless sessions with her mother, listening to the sadistic stories of so many who now faced a life in the vault. The mental damage that many faced became so great, it became more important than their own. When Demetria turned 18, she took her mother's place.
Personality: often times serious, in deep thought, and quiet, Demetria finds herself on the lonesome side of a social lane. Her developed view of people has grown to see them as stories and diagnosed problems rather than just people, and this includes herself. She can become easily flustered when taking orders or not being in control, a self independent issue that sometimes causes a work problem. Besides that, she's great at what she does.
Backstory: Demetria was only about 3 when her mother escaped with her into the vault. They had been led by Demetria's father, a man who's occupation is still unknown to Demetria, her mother never revealing it. It was repeated often as Demetria grew that her father had promised healers, and they were to be those healers. Her childhood is just slur of people crying and hitting things, blood, coughing. She felt out of herself, outside of a world, watching from the side lines. As a teenager, her mother went mute, and stopped being able to do her work. Demetria had to take first seat and care for her mom who was slipping away more and more each day. With the small amount of people, it was known by everyone what was going on. Demetria was the crazy nurse's daughter, and it was expected for her to turn out the same. "Like mother, like daughter."
Her mother died when she was 18, and as awful as she felt, it was a bit of a lift off of her as well. Her emotional displacement brushed it off, and she went on with responsibility.
Now, five years later, she get's to return to an outside world she hardly remembers. She is unsure if whether her father will still be alive, but hardly cares if so. She has a job to do, people to keep healthy, and that is that.
Interested
"I was saying.." She reached into the car and pulled out a small black bag. "Catch ya later, gang freaks!" Throwing the bag over her shoulder, Aurora took a full out sprint around the clump. She heard the water burst, knowing the bomb had gone off. People began to shoot at her, and she tried her best to dodge them as she made an escape.
Rounding a corner, a few had set themselves as a trap to corner her down. She had to stop running, only to kick them around and crush a few into the wall. By then her time was set back and everyone was on her back. She clutched to the black bag, continuing down a side entrance.
Rounding a corner, a few had set themselves as a trap to corner her down. She had to stop running, only to kick them around and crush a few into the wall. By then her time was set back and everyone was on her back. She clutched to the black bag, continuing down a side entrance.
The... The air ?
She could always try to take the truck & wALLAH
Aurora grabbed the baseball bat in her hand, mid swing.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast." Taking the baseball bat in her hands, yanking it from the confused man. She ran to the car and started beating at the back bumper, hitting it over and over, until a ticking bomb fell. She started laughing. Fifteen seconds!
The people who had been chasing after her, were now running the opposite way.
"I warned you!"
"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast." Taking the baseball bat in her hands, yanking it from the confused man. She ran to the car and started beating at the back bumper, hitting it over and over, until a ticking bomb fell. She started laughing. Fifteen seconds!
The people who had been chasing after her, were now running the opposite way.
"I warned you!"
Aurora could only scoff.
"Please," she looks to the people surrounding her. "I mean, nice try, but," she pushes past one man who had gotten a little too close. She stepped up closer, her demeanor totally thoughtless.
She places her arms behind her back, clanking her heels with purpose. She was keeping time.
"You do know who this is coming from, right? All this?"
People were getting impatient, she knew that. But that was alright. She knew if he had the no interest, he would have killed her already.
"And you didn't stop to think, maybe, just maybe, something is off..." Looking around, she sighs, "it seems my time is tickimg." She almost wanted to laugh now. She continued to count with her steps, a smug look on her face.
As she taps her foot, she sings, "twenty-five. Twenty-four. Twenty-three."
"Please," she looks to the people surrounding her. "I mean, nice try, but," she pushes past one man who had gotten a little too close. She stepped up closer, her demeanor totally thoughtless.
She places her arms behind her back, clanking her heels with purpose. She was keeping time.
"You do know who this is coming from, right? All this?"
People were getting impatient, she knew that. But that was alright. She knew if he had the no interest, he would have killed her already.
"And you didn't stop to think, maybe, just maybe, something is off..." Looking around, she sighs, "it seems my time is tickimg." She almost wanted to laugh now. She continued to count with her steps, a smug look on her face.
As she taps her foot, she sings, "twenty-five. Twenty-four. Twenty-three."
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