Introduction
In the year 2014, after a harsh winter began thawing into spring across most of the United States, schools, workplaces, parks - all stood empty and lifeless. A sickness swept over the whole country, nay, the whole world in a matter of just 3 weeks. People who were fit and healthy one day were sick the next with flu-like symptoms. But of course, this wasn't the flu. The Plague was airborne, contagious in just about every way.
Only 3 weeks after the first report on the news, nearly 98% of every American was gone. Every child under the age of 16 or 17, gone, the first victims of the sickness. Most of the elderly, gone. Even those with immune systems that laughed at flus and viruses were no match for the veracity of the Plague. Looting, murders, and rape were rampant all over as a society hundreds of years in the making devolved into nothing in mere days.
You are one of the few survivors. Everyone you knew is dead, everything you once were happy to live for is now gone. Will you find someone else and group up? Can you survive alone until then?
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Drat, she thought. So I do get to look like a complete idiot...
The blush on her face was pretty red. "Well, that sounds pretty bad." She shrugged. "Not like it was mine to begin with, and no one's going to be missing it..."
She peeked into one of the windows, checking on all of the boxes and crates she had piled in there. He hadn't quite answered her about whose house that was up ahead, and she didn't want to seem desperate for a place to stay. She did have quite a lot of supplies though - crates of clean water in 2 gallon cartons, non perishable food, clothes, batteries, all the first aid kits she could find at the school where she had worked, even a spare gas powered generator from one of the maintenance sheds.
Hearing a car pull up next to them, she turned around and looked up to see a guy poking his through the sunroof of his car, asking if they needed help. Again, she tensed up, and wondered how she was running into so many people within a span of minutes, relaxing only when she noticed a woman with him in the car. So, probably not dangerous.
Bridget shrugged. "Unless you have a whole new engine with you, chances are no," she said, trying not to look embarrassed.
The blush on her face was pretty red. "Well, that sounds pretty bad." She shrugged. "Not like it was mine to begin with, and no one's going to be missing it..."
She peeked into one of the windows, checking on all of the boxes and crates she had piled in there. He hadn't quite answered her about whose house that was up ahead, and she didn't want to seem desperate for a place to stay. She did have quite a lot of supplies though - crates of clean water in 2 gallon cartons, non perishable food, clothes, batteries, all the first aid kits she could find at the school where she had worked, even a spare gas powered generator from one of the maintenance sheds.
Hearing a car pull up next to them, she turned around and looked up to see a guy poking his through the sunroof of his car, asking if they needed help. Again, she tensed up, and wondered how she was running into so many people within a span of minutes, relaxing only when she noticed a woman with him in the car. So, probably not dangerous.
Bridget shrugged. "Unless you have a whole new engine with you, chances are no," she said, trying not to look embarrassed.
"Not good at all." He brought the rag back over his head. "Oh, and no, it ain't my house. Some girl lives there, I just got there a little while ago, actually." Grant hadn't meant to ignore her question, he was just busy looking at the bus. "I'm sure she'll letcha' in, though. She's pretty friendly."
His attention was grabbed when another car came roaming down the road; apparently a popular route today. His eyes shot up to the man that stuck his head out of the roof. "We're fine, thanks. Unless ya' got anything to trade, then maybe we can make it worth each other's while."
Grant had been traveling a lot in the last few weeks, and had actually run into a few people that he had successfully bartered with. Of course, since money was practically tinder now, trade was the only way to go. And given Grant's former profession as a 'botanist', he had what many people were seeking.
His attention was grabbed when another car came roaming down the road; apparently a popular route today. His eyes shot up to the man that stuck his head out of the roof. "We're fine, thanks. Unless ya' got anything to trade, then maybe we can make it worth each other's while."
Grant had been traveling a lot in the last few weeks, and had actually run into a few people that he had successfully bartered with. Of course, since money was practically tinder now, trade was the only way to go. And given Grant's former profession as a 'botanist', he had what many people were seeking.
The other side of the street echoed with the sound of a shaking backpack, the thing about apocalypses was that noise attracted more than animals, and Vlad had ran in enough groups to know better than to run towards them. They could be bandits, psychos or worse... He'd certainly met a few colorful types on his way to Kansas.
Vlad saw the car, and the group of people around it and lowered his hunting rifle, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture and letting the rifle hang from its strap on his shoulder. If they knew he was friendly, they wouldn't kill him, right? Then again, if they made a move for guns, he could probably bolt back off down the road.
"Opa! Ya druzhelyubnyy!" Vlad shouted, hands above his head. "I friendly! Amerikanskiy."
Vlad saw the car, and the group of people around it and lowered his hunting rifle, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture and letting the rifle hang from its strap on his shoulder. If they knew he was friendly, they wouldn't kill him, right? Then again, if they made a move for guns, he could probably bolt back off down the road.
"Opa! Ya druzhelyubnyy!" Vlad shouted, hands above his head. "I friendly! Amerikanskiy."
Abby placed her book and can of beans back in her rucksack. She wasn't sure if the guy Grant was coming back or not but she hoped he would, she had missed having company. Running her hands through her hair she decided she better get a wash now before he came back, she grabbed a small towel she had and made her way out the back door. Taking off her clothes she rinsed them down in the water and hung them to dry on a nearby tree.
Creeping towards the waters edge she dipped her toe in. It was freezing. Trying not to think about the temperature of the water Abby took a small step back before jumping in.
The water enveloped her and her skin was suddenly alive and tingled from the coldness, a relief from the heat of the burning sun. Surfacing she laughed slightly washing her hair from the dirt, grit and smells of the past few days
Creeping towards the waters edge she dipped her toe in. It was freezing. Trying not to think about the temperature of the water Abby took a small step back before jumping in.
The water enveloped her and her skin was suddenly alive and tingled from the coldness, a relief from the heat of the burning sun. Surfacing she laughed slightly washing her hair from the dirt, grit and smells of the past few days
The setting changes from Somewhere in Kansas to The Homestead
Grant's eyebrows went up as yet another person approached. "You people followin' me? This is weird." He looked the newcomer up and down; the guy looked kind of dirty, with an unshaven face and worn clothes. "Yeah, we friendly too...Russianinsky." He flashed the guy a thumbs up.
He took a step back and took a wide look at everyone that had gathered. "Well we can probably head up to the house. I was planning on heading up to Fort Yates soon, since me n' the chick that lives there are out of food. Maybe we can head up there together, watch each other's backs, gather more supplies that way. C'mon."
Once they got up to the house, Grant slowly went in, looking for Abby. "Mom? I found some dogs, can I keep them?" He joked.
He took a step back and took a wide look at everyone that had gathered. "Well we can probably head up to the house. I was planning on heading up to Fort Yates soon, since me n' the chick that lives there are out of food. Maybe we can head up there together, watch each other's backs, gather more supplies that way. C'mon."
Once they got up to the house, Grant slowly went in, looking for Abby. "Mom? I found some dogs, can I keep them?" He joked.
Abby tousled her hair dry as she made her way back to the small house. She smiled as she saw Grant wondering how he had been so fast. Her face soon turned to confusion at his remark.
'What are you talking abo-' she peered through the open front door inspecting not only two vehicles but a small group of people, slowly she turned around to face grant smirking 'You went for food and you come back with this?' She laughed 'Unless of course THIS' she gestured outside to the strangers 'is your idea of food, in which case i am not game my friend' she tried to hide her laughter. She couldn't believe it, she hadn't spoke to anyone in weeks and within a hour of meeting this guy another four people turn up.
'What are you talking abo-' she peered through the open front door inspecting not only two vehicles but a small group of people, slowly she turned around to face grant smirking 'You went for food and you come back with this?' She laughed 'Unless of course THIS' she gestured outside to the strangers 'is your idea of food, in which case i am not game my friend' she tried to hide her laughter. She couldn't believe it, she hadn't spoke to anyone in weeks and within a hour of meeting this guy another four people turn up.
Grant chuckled at Abby's remark. "More like I went down the street and found this. Apparently your house is where all the cool kids are hanging out these days." Grant turned around to face everybody. "With that, though, I should head into town to go grab food. Anyone wanna tag along?"
Bridget couldn't help but hold back a smile at the amount of people gathering, and how nice Abby seemed to be. As Grant was asking about going into town, she cleared her throat and spoke up. "Well, if I could get some help moving it all, that bus I rode in on has quite a few boxes of bottled water and cans of food, chips, even some bread that's not stale yet. I'm happy to share it if I can stay here for a few days or a while," she said, watching people for their reactions.
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Down in Fort Yates a young man was sitting in his small home and only just coming to the realization that no longer were any movies going to be made ever again. This saddened him greatly, as he was an avid movie goer. Jude had taken the worlds demise as well as most could, he hadn't cried or wept for the loss of his loved ones, rather he focused on survival. He kept his chin up and scavenged for food when he ran out and tried his best to find other survivors but alas it seemed out of all of Fort Yates Jude was destined to be alone.
It was rather lonely for him and Jude had taken to talking to himself just so that he might hear a voice. There was no news and so he had no idea what was going on in the world, and though he kept his old police radio on him, there was nothing but static. At the moment Jude was out and about scavenging for more canned foods and munchies to keep him strong and healthy. He avoided the bodies from the smell. He was in a small mall and walking around the tiled floors, the mall held a large grocery and a few independent stores. He thought about taking some books to read but they just didn't cut it for him in the place of movies. And so he ignored the paperback section and grabbed a shopping cart, then whistling to himself he began to walk up and down the aisles as if it were a normal shopping day.
It was rather lonely for him and Jude had taken to talking to himself just so that he might hear a voice. There was no news and so he had no idea what was going on in the world, and though he kept his old police radio on him, there was nothing but static. At the moment Jude was out and about scavenging for more canned foods and munchies to keep him strong and healthy. He avoided the bodies from the smell. He was in a small mall and walking around the tiled floors, the mall held a large grocery and a few independent stores. He thought about taking some books to read but they just didn't cut it for him in the place of movies. And so he ignored the paperback section and grabbed a shopping cart, then whistling to himself he began to walk up and down the aisles as if it were a normal shopping day.
The couple had followed the rest of the crowd back to the house in their truck. On the way, Rachel said, "Is this a good idea? We haven't seen people in weeks, and now we just happen to stumble upon three others?"
When the brunette lady spoke up about her food and other items, Axel did too. "I've got lots of canned goods and water bottles in the bed of my truck. And I'd be happy to go the Fort Yates with you. We were just there; it looks deserted."
The setting changes from Somewhere in Kansas to The Homestead
"Opa! Hahaha!" Vlad replied, he hadn't understood a single word except 'tag along' and 'food' and he bumbled in his own language as he followed them like a lost puppy. They hadn't shot him, robbed him or yelled at him yet and that was enough for him to do his best to befriend them.
"Privet. Ya ostavlyu svoye snaryazheniye zdes' ty ne protiv?" Vlad asked Abby, pulling his camping backpack off his shoulders and dumping it by the house of the door and pointed at it. "I sleep outside, I no bandit, I friendly." The russian nodded a few times to make sure she got the point and turned around, smiling stupidly at Bridget & Grant. "Privet!"
Then finally, he turned around to face Grant and moved to pat him on the shoulder. "Tag along?"
"Privet. Ya ostavlyu svoye snaryazheniye zdes' ty ne protiv?" Vlad asked Abby, pulling his camping backpack off his shoulders and dumping it by the house of the door and pointed at it. "I sleep outside, I no bandit, I friendly." The russian nodded a few times to make sure she got the point and turned around, smiling stupidly at Bridget & Grant. "Privet!"
Then finally, he turned around to face Grant and moved to pat him on the shoulder. "Tag along?"
Abby smiled at Bridget 'Sure you can stay! I'm Abby by the way'
The house was small with only one bedroom, a living room, bathroom and a small kitchen/dining area, still she could make room for everyone to camp down. She was just glad for the company.
'Ican help you move everything'
Stepping onto the porch she could get a better view of the obviously foreign guy, she couldn't really talk she was was from England but she definatly couldn't speak Russian. Her face turned to confusion as she tried to interpret what he was saying before he turned to face Grant and Bridgett. She leant around the Russian so they could see her and raised her hands questionably 'Privet?' She mouthed at the pair.
The house was small with only one bedroom, a living room, bathroom and a small kitchen/dining area, still she could make room for everyone to camp down. She was just glad for the company.
'Ican help you move everything'
Stepping onto the porch she could get a better view of the obviously foreign guy, she couldn't really talk she was was from England but she definatly couldn't speak Russian. Her face turned to confusion as she tried to interpret what he was saying before he turned to face Grant and Bridgett. She leant around the Russian so they could see her and raised her hands questionably 'Privet?' She mouthed at the pair.
The setting changes from The Homestead to Somewhere in Kansas
Grant simply gave Abby a shrug, he didn't understand a word the guy was saying. "Alright. How about you guys get to work movin' stuff up from the bus, meanwhile Putin and I head into town and grab what we can find. Sound like a plan?" He realized he didn't even know the guy's name, so when he asked to tag along Grant nodded and held out his hand. "Grant. You?"
Storm was tired. She was tired and lonely. It was unusual, for someone of her persona, to miss the presence of other humans (taking into account her disregard for other people). She had found a dog, though. Cute little thing, about the size of her waist. I guess that's not small.. It's fur was silky and midnight black and one eye was green, the other blue. She had figured the strange eye colours were brought on when everyone else died. She hadn't seen any animals since that day. She never thought any survived, but it had followed her while she was savaging in a small mall alone and began to whine.
She didn't even know where she was. Storm had been walking for days to find resources she could use. She had a pen knife, sure, but nothing else. She just wanted her bass back, her band. She never realized how lonely it actually was out here to be searching for vitals without any other chance of hope for the world. The only hope she had was meeting other survivors, if there were any at all.
All of a sudden, she saw a man wheeling a cart. In a panic of crazed confusion and haste she called out to him, to see if he were real or a hallucination.
She didn't even know where she was. Storm had been walking for days to find resources she could use. She had a pen knife, sure, but nothing else. She just wanted her bass back, her band. She never realized how lonely it actually was out here to be searching for vitals without any other chance of hope for the world. The only hope she had was meeting other survivors, if there were any at all.
All of a sudden, she saw a man wheeling a cart. In a panic of crazed confusion and haste she called out to him, to see if he were real or a hallucination.
Jude was in the midst of whistling out the tune to Lady Madonna when a voice called out to him. He blinked in surprise and looked up to see a woman with black hair calling out to him. His hands slipped off the cart and it took him a moment to lift a hand in hello. "So I'm not the only one..." He said softly. A feeling of relief washed over him. He left his cart and went to the woman, he had quite a height on her and it was even more apparent when he was a few feet away from her.
He gave the woman a smile and looked at her as if she were water in the desert "I'm... I'm not the only one!" He laughed suddenly and lifted a hand to his hair and let his hand rest on top of his head a moment. "I thought for sure I was alone." He was talking to himself and then realized it was quite rude of him to do so and he looked at the woman and held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jude." He said. "You look like a scrappy girl. I'm happy we weren't alone." He gave her a charming smile.
He gave the woman a smile and looked at her as if she were water in the desert "I'm... I'm not the only one!" He laughed suddenly and lifted a hand to his hair and let his hand rest on top of his head a moment. "I thought for sure I was alone." He was talking to himself and then realized it was quite rude of him to do so and he looked at the woman and held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jude." He said. "You look like a scrappy girl. I'm happy we weren't alone." He gave her a charming smile.
Almost skeptical, her eyes examined him a few times. The great height difference didn't exactly make her feel very comfortable, considering she hadn't seen anyone for days and had kind of forgotten how to detect if he was trying to intimidate her or not. "Can I.. just..." Not waiting for any sort of reply she raised her arm slightly and podded his chest with her finger. He was real. Probably. Storm didn't know a lot about any sort of hallucinations should could be having, but she was 99% sure that he was real.
She shook his hand, shaking gently. "It's nice to meet you, Jude, I'm Storm." Where others would have been insulted by being called a 'Scrappy' girl, Storm was just too relieved to see another person. "Heck yeah, we aren't alone." She chuckled, almost not believing the words she was uttering. "I'm sorry. It's been so long that.. I'm not quite sure how to act properly around people anymore.." She smiled at him, a sort of giddy smile like a child.
She shook his hand, shaking gently. "It's nice to meet you, Jude, I'm Storm." Where others would have been insulted by being called a 'Scrappy' girl, Storm was just too relieved to see another person. "Heck yeah, we aren't alone." She chuckled, almost not believing the words she was uttering. "I'm sorry. It's been so long that.. I'm not quite sure how to act properly around people anymore.." She smiled at him, a sort of giddy smile like a child.
She had poked him in the chest to check if he was real and that made him chuckle. Her hand shake was gentle where as his grip was firm on her hand. "Very nice to meet you Storm." He let her hand go and his hand fell to his side. "I've not seen anyone in a long while as well..." His smile fell from his face a little as he thought of the death. Even now there was the slight smell of decay around them. Jude glanced down at the dog that had followed Storm and knelt.
"Well now, who is this?" He lifted his hand and the dog moved forward a little to sniff away at his hand. He was rewarded with a small lick and was allowed to pat the dog and then stood. "So Storm..." He moved his hands to his pockets and tilted his head a little "What do you suppose happens now?"
Now that he had found another human he wasn't sure how he should conduct himself around her. Did they team up? Was he to take her to his home? It seemed only right to stick together.
"Well now, who is this?" He lifted his hand and the dog moved forward a little to sniff away at his hand. He was rewarded with a small lick and was allowed to pat the dog and then stood. "So Storm..." He moved his hands to his pockets and tilted his head a little "What do you suppose happens now?"
Now that he had found another human he wasn't sure how he should conduct himself around her. Did they team up? Was he to take her to his home? It seemed only right to stick together.
His question stumped Storm. What do we do? Find a hideout? Sticking together would be best, obviously, but what then? Go about our normal business? She sighed, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Maybe get to know each other a bit better. You could be a criminal or a rapist, or worse, a politician." She sighed again, rubbing the back of her neck gently. She bit her lip carefully as if trying to think up a plan, but resorted to petting the dog. Her eyes inspected the area they were in. Full to the brim with all sorts of produce, unlike the stores she'd seen. Probably ravaged on the days leading up, people stocking up to feel safer inside fragile walls. Storm rubbed her head, shaking it gently as if to snap out of a trance. "Do you live around here, Jude? Maybe we could go there."
She in her own way accused him of being a vagrant and he shook his head "Ex Cop actually." He made a small motion akin to a bow "At your service" He stepped back to his cart which was filled with a few items and sighed a little "Tell me what you used to be Storm. I'm thinking a poet." He looked up just in time to see her shake her head and she asked where he lived. "I've got a home in walking distance from here. I have been staying there. Its a mess." For some reason old world habits came into play and he apologized for the state of his home despite the world's troubles.
He continued to push his cart a little and whistled to the dog, "Shall we grab some provisions and head out then?" He looked over his shoulder but didn't stop walking. He would let her catch up if she wanted to.
He continued to push his cart a little and whistled to the dog, "Shall we grab some provisions and head out then?" He looked over his shoulder but didn't stop walking. He would let her catch up if she wanted to.
When Jude mentioned he was an Ex-Police Officer, Storm seemed impressed. "Ex Cop, huh? Nice. Wish I could taze people freely." She said with a hint of humor to her voice, trying not to insult him. She smiled at his charming little bow, shaking her head.
"I used to be a bassist for a rock band. Not sure if you're into that stuff but we used to be called Snakes and Sinners, and we were pretty good. Had a few big hits." She exhaled loudly. "Theeeen everyone died." The bluntness of her words were almost amusing, though she was doing her best to be polite.
When he asked her if they should grab provisions and head out, she simply replied "Sure.". Storm followed behind. She kept the dog closer to her just as a safety precaution, but this Jude guy seemed nice. Nice enough to be polite to, anyway. She grabbed bags of candy and any alcohol she could see, even if it was off. She needed something to lighten her mood.
"I used to be a bassist for a rock band. Not sure if you're into that stuff but we used to be called Snakes and Sinners, and we were pretty good. Had a few big hits." She exhaled loudly. "Theeeen everyone died." The bluntness of her words were almost amusing, though she was doing her best to be polite.
When he asked her if they should grab provisions and head out, she simply replied "Sure.". Storm followed behind. She kept the dog closer to her just as a safety precaution, but this Jude guy seemed nice. Nice enough to be polite to, anyway. She grabbed bags of candy and any alcohol she could see, even if it was off. She needed something to lighten her mood.
Axel grabbed Grant's hand and shook it. "I'm Axel, and this is my fiancee, Rachel." Rachel smiled and waved at Grant. "We can take my truck to Fort if you want. It's faster than walking," Axel stated. He turned to Rachel. "I think you should stay here, Rach. Help unpack."
Grant returned the handshake firmly. "I'm Grant, in case ya' haven't heard me say." He gave a friendly wave back to Rachel in the back. "I've actually got my motorcycle parked out back, maybe I'll just follow you on that." He turned around to face Vlad (who he still didn't know the name of), the biker patches on the back of his jacket more obvious now. "Maybe Gorbachev here can ride with you," he hoped he didn't take offense to the name-calling, as it was meant in jest. "Whaddya say, pal? Head into town, get some food? You game?" He hoped that he would understand him.
Jude shook his head and said "I can't say that I've tazed anyone of my own free will. Generally I just like to talk to them." He watched her place a few bags of candy and booze in the cart and lifted a brow but said nothing. "Well if you have a CD of your band I would love to listen." He said after a moment of silence. "Might be a nice sort of tribute to the fallen members." He shrugged a little.
when they were finished grabbing things Jude walked right out of the store with his cart and walked the few blocks back to his home along side with Storm and the dog. His house was a small three story house that was taller than it was wider. He had a small little front yard that was littered with shopping carts that suggested he had done this a few times before.
when they were finished grabbing things Jude walked right out of the store with his cart and walked the few blocks back to his home along side with Storm and the dog. His house was a small three story house that was taller than it was wider. He had a small little front yard that was littered with shopping carts that suggested he had done this a few times before.
"You need to lighten up, Judey." She smiled. "I was only messin' about with that whole tazer thing." She did her best to sound light hearted, though the reality being much different. "Yeah. I do have a CD with me." Jude mentioned it being a tribute to the fallen members of the band. Her smile faltered. The memories of her sitting in their old studio and playing the CD's on repeat rushed into her head. She cleared her throat briskly. "I guess so, if you want."
Storm took one look at the shopping carts on Jude's front lawn. "...Bit of a hoarder, are we? You could have just taken them back." Chuckling again, she inspected the house it's self. It seemed nice enough. At least it wasn't a crack den.
Storm took one look at the shopping carts on Jude's front lawn. "...Bit of a hoarder, are we? You could have just taken them back." Chuckling again, she inspected the house it's self. It seemed nice enough. At least it wasn't a crack den.
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I know! I'm not waiting for Aurban anymore so I'm just going to carry on my character without her, hope everyone else is still interested in carrying the storyline on!
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I was going to wait till the group outside reconvened which is why I'm holding off on posting.
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Anyone know if Aurban is still in on this? They haven't posted in like a week and a half, and at this point we have two groups that are waiting for a response...
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ERGH...Sorry if I confused anyone. Fahrenheit's post didn't show up for me until a couple hours after. I edited it so it would make some sense.
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I can't wait to RP with all of you. This is going to be awesome! Really glad to be here.
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I'm really waiting for Aurban, too, but I don't think I can really move on without Axel present (unless he just stays outside or something)
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I think everyone is of the agreement that its the same grocery store. :D should be fun.
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Welcome Parker "PJ" Jessler to the roleplay!
Ditto here Jenny, though we could move on and keep unpacking, etc. if we don't see anything by tomorrow.
Ditto here Jenny, though we could move on and keep unpacking, etc. if we don't see anything by tomorrow.
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Hi everyone just to let you know I haven't dropped out just waiting for aurban to post so my character can move on :)
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I have no idea if it's the same grocery store, but it totally could be if you wanted it to be. Also, if it was, the group already in the store might have heard the engines approaching since it's quiet outside; just a thought.
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Fuark! My bad guys, I was super busy and only posted for a couple of other things and hadn't noticed the two guys RPing with me had already posted. (I'm retarded.)
I'll wait for some confirmation that it's the same grocery store before posting!
I'll wait for some confirmation that it's the same grocery store before posting!
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Is the grocery store from the most recent post the same one the other group is at? Because if it is, things are about to get interesting for all of us...
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Fine, I'm done then. Nice meeting everyone and maybe we'll see each other again somewhere. Have fun I guess, I'll just go find another RP.
Oh yeah, and thanks BOO and Jenny, your support was appreciated Although I guess it was all for nothing in the end.
Goodbye midnight.
Oh yeah, and thanks BOO and Jenny, your support was appreciated Although I guess it was all for nothing in the end.
Goodbye midnight.
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Really, i dont want to go round after round with you. Please stop posting in our OOC.
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I know I did some things wrong, but my point this whole time was that I just wanted a second chance. I only wanted to start on a clean slate, that's all. A second chance is all I want, I promise I won't screw up like I have been. I am fully aware of the things I did to upset you, and I guess I should apologize for all of them. So I'm sorry, I'll admit to acting...abnormally at the time.
So could you please give me a second chance midnight? I won't disappoint, and if you still don't think I'm good enough for your RP, you can kick me out and I won't be back.
So could you please give me a second chance midnight? I won't disappoint, and if you still don't think I'm good enough for your RP, you can kick me out and I won't be back.