by Tarnen » Wed Dec 23, 2015 4:54 pm
by Beiarusia » Wed Dec 23, 2015 5:30 pm
by Tarnen » Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:28 pm
by Sindrya » Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:47 am
by Beiarusia » Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:55 pm
Tarnen wrote:"Excuse me ma'am, are you lost? Do you need help?"
by Ubaria » Thu Dec 24, 2015 5:34 pm
by Sarejo » Fri Dec 25, 2015 12:43 am
by Finsternia » Fri Dec 25, 2015 8:50 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Esselman » Fri Dec 25, 2015 12:47 pm
by Faal Lot Himdah » Fri Dec 25, 2015 1:01 pm
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Barapam » Fri Dec 25, 2015 2:30 pm
by New Grestin » Fri Dec 25, 2015 3:58 pm
Chapter I
Domino Theory
Bradbury Apartments
Manhattan, New York
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Soviet Farm » Fri Dec 25, 2015 5:52 pm
by Tarnen » Fri Dec 25, 2015 7:29 pm
Beiarusia wrote:Anastasia // NYC
There was a man further down the alley. Dirty and unkempt, loitering near some metal trashbins and digging through the rubbish. Homeless, or maybe an addict. Not too appealing but it didn’t much matter at this point. The man was alone, and she was hungry.Tarnen wrote:"Excuse me ma'am, are you lost? Do you need help?"
Anastasia stopped dead in her tracks, having been too preoccupied to have heard the man approaching from behind. She glanced back over her shoulder, mismatched eyes catching sight of her original target, he having followed her into the alley. Further down the homeless man, having heard them, looked up, panicked, and then scurried off. Anastasia watched him go before turning fully to face her pursuer.
She was not an imposing sight to behold. Thin and not very tall, young looking and clad in dark, threadbare clothes, a runaway if someone were to hazard a guess. Her eyes, one dark and one pale, were cold and near lost behind the white hair that fell into her face.
A gloved hand brushed the hair aside. Her voice was low and not very powerful. “I’m not lost.”
Her eyes darted briefly, scanning the space around them, a movement that was hardly noticeable. They were alone in the alleyway.
“Actually, I could use some help. I ran away from a bad situation and I haven’t had much to eat since.” Not so much a lie as it was an absence of all the details. Anastasia continued to watch the man, sliding her hands into her pockets as if she was cold. In truth she was gripping her switchblade. “Think you can help me?”
by Republic of the Cristo » Fri Dec 25, 2015 7:51 pm
by Sindrya » Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:28 pm
Soviet Farm wrote:The young turned, saw Jonah, and ran. "Some people are really just stupid." he thought, before mentally crushing the man's heart. He fired another blast into the air to get attention for the old lady, and ran.
Faal Lot Himdah wrote:[b]Makya continued to walk towards the city of New York. He stumbled, purposefully, as he walked. He wasn't dressed properly for the weather (for human standards that is). All around, it looked like he needed help. This was his bait. Now, he just needed a fish to bite.
by Beiarusia » Sat Dec 26, 2015 9:39 am
Tarnen wrote:...
by Faal Lot Himdah » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:33 am
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Vulnier » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:42 am
by Finsternia » Sat Dec 26, 2015 11:06 am
Vulnier wrote:New York City, Brooklyn
In Some Allyway
John was in the middle of having an awesome dream about being rich until he was rudley awoken by some particularly smelling garbage that fell on him. He shot up, looking around for his would be ssistant until he realized that it was a garbage bag that attacked him. Looking up to see an open window, John angrily waves his fist in the air and yells,"Watch where your throwing your garbage! There are people down here you know!!" The only response he gets is a hand flicking the bird at him.
You just can't win them all... John thought as he looked down to inspect himself of any injuries. Besides wearing a raggedy trench coat that barley kept out the cold, some jeans that were a little to holey, and a T-shirt that was a size to small, he was fine. Looking at the allyway entrence, John saw that the sun was barley climbing up into the sky.
Looking through his trash, he found his saxophone case he had stolen from a musician a few years back. After getting it out and inspecting it for any damage, he saw it was good and made his way to the entrance of the alleyway to begin his job. Johns job involved him playing his saxophone to earn a few bucks so he could eat. After setting up , he practiced a little to began his long day at "work".
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Vulnier » Sat Dec 26, 2015 12:42 pm
by Finsternia » Sat Dec 26, 2015 12:52 pm
Vulnier wrote:John had finished playing his favorite tune when he heard someone applaud him. He looked up, about to thank the person until he saw who thanked him.
It was a young woman by the looks of it, who was having trouble with a few bags. John looked both ways down the sidewalk, looking for her parents. Confused, he said,"Arn't you a little young to be walking by yourself in this part of Brooklyn?"
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Barapam » Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:54 pm
by New Grestin » Sat Dec 26, 2015 7:39 pm
Manhattan
New York
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
Head Bartender for The Pub | The Para-Verse | Writing Advice from a Pretentious Jerk | I write stuff | Arbitrary Political Numbers- Best Worldbuilding - 2016 (Community Choice)
- Best Horror/Thriller RP for THE ZONE - 2016 (Community Choice)
by Sindrya » Sat Dec 26, 2015 9:09 pm
Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Makya Canowicakte
Pelham Bay Park, NYC
New York, USA
Makya looked at the person who ran into him. The man looked to be a teen, but the eyes told a slightly different story. The eyes seem older than the face.... interesting.... he thought.
He rubbed his arms, "Do you have anything to eat? To drink?" Makya asked in a weak voice, "I've been out all night...."
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