It makes for excellent conflict and character interaction. It'll be interesting to see the variety of reactions.
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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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Oh he does, and that's a problem for Sam. But entertaining for us!
Nathanson Convoy.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Sam's hands tightened around the steering wheel. The quiet among the convoy left her ears ringing, and Darcy's odd silence wasn’t helping. Just to assure herself the kid was still sat in the passenger seat, Sam glanced down. She forced an uneven smile at the kid and stared back out at the campus security building. The rest of the convoy continued slowly into the campus.
Someone popped out of their driver's seat window to swing a bat at the head of a walking corpse. Darcy snapped her eyes shut but didn't move or make a sound.
Sam rolled her shoulders back and cleared her throat. "Ready for a wild ride, short stuff?" By now she was pretty good at sounding more confident than she felt.
"Readier than you," Darcy muttered. She inched up her glasses and pinned her aunt with an all too familiar look, sending a wave of uncertainty through the air. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Of course it wasn't. "It's our safest bet for now." Sam twisted backwards, reaching for the tire iron in the back seat. "You wanna go marching up the streets with some brain dead psychos, you go ahead. You wanna live, you follow me." She fished a penknife out of her pocket and flipped the blade out.
"You're so dramatic." Darcy felt a sickness growing in her gut, the kind she used to get if she didn't eat a snack between breakfast and lunch. She took the penknife and crawled under the dashboard. "Someone tries to grab at you, jam this in their eye," her aunt instructed her some few days before. Darcy wasn't allowed to hold onto it unless Sam felt especially nervous.
Sam set the tire iron in her lap and began the slow drive into the campus.
Halliwell Administration Hall.
Now.
Now.
Sam pulled her neice into the conference room and pointed to the back. With an audible grumble, Darcy dragged a chair aside and seated herself. Sam straightened her back and stood at the table, arms crossed. She spent the silence observing those who bothered to turn up. A natural frown took place on her features as the conversation began. None of these people could be trusted, she decided, and whatever they said would have to be questioned.
Her eyes darted to the gun rested on the table. Her shoulders lifted and tensed.
She was still wearing the bright coloured work overalls she had on during the cataclysm, unbuttoned to the waist and tied by the sleeves. From the look of everyone else, they hadn't changed either. Somewhere to wash and pool resources ought to be established.
The suggestions were to be expected, and Sam couldn't help agreeing, but anyone with half a mind would think the same. She had little to offer by way of politics. Yet, if they were to set up some form of government she'd be damned if she didn't have something to say about who ran this place.
She remained quiet for the most part, closely watching the speakers. Her neice huffed and rolled her eyes every so often. When there came a pause in conversation, Sam coughed. "Leadership's all well and good, but those trees ain't no wall." She nodded to the guy who suggested better security. "Ain't gonna stop dead people walking onto campus. Buildings ain't that safe neither." She neglected to mention the number of children the convoy had brought in, lest the room think her soft. It was bad enough she couldn't let Darcy out of her sight. "We get those rifles and start building a defences."
I have half a post written, which I will finish when I get home from uni in a few hours.
I only saw the new a few hours ago. A great man and a fantastic creator.
And we're in! This'll be fun.
CS up! I'm on my tablet so if I've missed anything (or spent too long on history, oops) just give me a shout.
Name: Samantha "Sam" Crowe.
Appearance: Sam.
Age: 22.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Construction Worker.
Hobbies: Singing, thrill seeking, street art, amateur boxing.
Values: Loyalty (especially regarding family), speaking out, confidence, trust, freedom, and unity.
Goal: Fortify and secure the campus, which includes building defence systems and deciding who comes and goes. If she's going to stay there, and with her kid niece, it needs to be as safe as possible. Whatever it takes.
Associated NPCs: Darcy Willis, her niece. Even at ten years old, Darcy knows how people work. She inherited her aunt's attitude, and will not hesitate to deal out the sass if necessary.
History: The younger of two daughters, Sam watched her sister sail ahead into success. Helen had that whole white picket fence thing going on. Sam liked workshop class and band practice and avoiding responsibilities. They had good parents, just a little unconcerned, a little too breezy. Every attempt at rebellion was met with amusement. Meanwhile, Helen rented a house, married a soldier and popped out a kid.
In high school, Sam had a pretty decent set of friends and she liked maybe one or two classes, but the hierarchy was bullshit, the system sucked and the teachers didn't give a damn. So she caused as much trouble as she could be bothered too. Tables were flipped, kids were pantsed, the math teacher's car was jacked, and detentions were in abundance. With the stress of college applications looming ever closer, she dropped out.
Her band mates left with her, taking an apartment together and submitting themselves to every kind of music competition available. They ultimately failed. Sam went home with her tail between her legs and was quickly given a job on her father's construction site and built her skills from there. She worked for a few years before her sister and their parents fell victim to the cataclysm. Sam took her sister's kid and got out of town. They drove aimlessly until they came across a convoy and followed them to Nathanson.
Equipment:
Appearance: Sam.
Age: 22.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Construction Worker.
Hobbies: Singing, thrill seeking, street art, amateur boxing.
Values: Loyalty (especially regarding family), speaking out, confidence, trust, freedom, and unity.
Goal: Fortify and secure the campus, which includes building defence systems and deciding who comes and goes. If she's going to stay there, and with her kid niece, it needs to be as safe as possible. Whatever it takes.
Associated NPCs: Darcy Willis, her niece. Even at ten years old, Darcy knows how people work. She inherited her aunt's attitude, and will not hesitate to deal out the sass if necessary.
History: The younger of two daughters, Sam watched her sister sail ahead into success. Helen had that whole white picket fence thing going on. Sam liked workshop class and band practice and avoiding responsibilities. They had good parents, just a little unconcerned, a little too breezy. Every attempt at rebellion was met with amusement. Meanwhile, Helen rented a house, married a soldier and popped out a kid.
In high school, Sam had a pretty decent set of friends and she liked maybe one or two classes, but the hierarchy was bullshit, the system sucked and the teachers didn't give a damn. So she caused as much trouble as she could be bothered too. Tables were flipped, kids were pantsed, the math teacher's car was jacked, and detentions were in abundance. With the stress of college applications looming ever closer, she dropped out.
Her band mates left with her, taking an apartment together and submitting themselves to every kind of music competition available. They ultimately failed. Sam went home with her tail between her legs and was quickly given a job on her father's construction site and built her skills from there. She worked for a few years before her sister and their parents fell victim to the cataclysm. Sam took her sister's kid and got out of town. They drove aimlessly until they came across a convoy and followed them to Nathanson.
Equipment:
- Standard construction tools (hammer, pliers and so on).
- Penknife.
- Tire iron.
- Hard hat.
I should warn you all, though, the exact circumstances surrounding the rise of the dead may be quite different from what you expect.
Oh ho, interesting...
My primary character will be the aunt, and the niece will act as a satellite/minor. Do these still require character sheets?
You know, when I was thinking up the character I'd like to play, I imagined her interacting with a doctor. It also happens I imagined her as having a 10-year-old niece. Speaking of, @Polyphemus will there be a character limit?
You're right though. Lasting roleplays are extremely rare, but it's down to the players to keep them alive. I remember pre-Guildfall there were maybe one or two roleplays that had been going for a year or so.
You're right though. Lasting roleplays are extremely rare, but it's down to the players to keep them alive. I remember pre-Guildfall there were maybe one or two roleplays that had been going for a year or so.
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