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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Abby wiped her forehead and sighed heavily staring at the bucket. She had found this small farmhouse a few days ago and it obviously hadn’t been lived in for a few years, it was run down but she did the best she could. On the plus side there were no bodies here of previous occupants, and the air was clear free from the smell of death and decay.
The nearby river provided her with drinking water but with her food supplies running low she was getting weaker by the day, she had to think of something soon. The sun burned down as she squinted taking in her surroundings looking to see if she had any unwanted visitors. The world was falling apart and that made people desperate and a little crazy, she had been the victim of that already. Seeing the coast was clear she bent to grab the water bucket with both hands and slowly made her way back to her new home.
The nearby river provided her with drinking water but with her food supplies running low she was getting weaker by the day, she had to think of something soon. The sun burned down as she squinted taking in her surroundings looking to see if she had any unwanted visitors. The world was falling apart and that made people desperate and a little crazy, she had been the victim of that already. Seeing the coast was clear she bent to grab the water bucket with both hands and slowly made her way back to her new home.
The peaceful, quiet air that the farm house hosted soon became polluted with the noise of a loud, revving engine and the faint smell of gasoline. Someone on a motorcycle was fast pulling up the long driveway leading to the house. Once the man reached the front of the house, he stepped off of the red and black cruiser and set the kickstand down. The apparel he had on seemed to be fitting for the loud machine; a bandanna tied back his overgrown hair, boots covered his feet, and some sunglasses were over his eyes. The leather jacket he had on had a few patches on the back; the top read 'The Red Desert Devils'. The second, largest patch was a stylized image of a devil on top of a motorcycle, kicking up dust, and the last simply read 'Reno, NV'.
The Devils were a large biker gang in the American southwest, and had garnered some fame when a chapter in Phoenix chased down and assaulted an accused child molester who escaped sentencing. The man that had pulled up to the farm house began looking at the house from the outside, and stepped in the front door, unaware that there could be anyone there watching him.
The Devils were a large biker gang in the American southwest, and had garnered some fame when a chapter in Phoenix chased down and assaulted an accused child molester who escaped sentencing. The man that had pulled up to the farm house began looking at the house from the outside, and stepped in the front door, unaware that there could be anyone there watching him.
Abby hauled the water bucket up the last of the small slope leading to the house, her arms burned and her hands were sore as she struggled slowly. At first she didn't notice the sudden smell of gasoline overtaking the fresh air as she made her way up to the back door, the noise hit her first as she froze spilling some on the water on the porch. She listened carefully as the engine turned off and the panic set in, if she ran then she would have no supplies if she went inside then, well she really didn't want to take a chance with another crazy.
Slowly she placed down the bucket and nudged the door open slightly, her bag with some of her things was on a chair just inside the small kitchen, it wasn't great but it was better than nothing. Glancing down the hall at the front door whoever was round the front was still outside. She opened the door a little wider to grab her bag and go, but faltered when she heard footsteps and quickly stepped back knocking into her water bucket. She gasped loosing her footing and grabbed at the door swinging it wide 'Damn!', her Blood ran cold as she covered her mouth, but it was too late as she stared at the stranger enter the front door.
Slowly she placed down the bucket and nudged the door open slightly, her bag with some of her things was on a chair just inside the small kitchen, it wasn't great but it was better than nothing. Glancing down the hall at the front door whoever was round the front was still outside. She opened the door a little wider to grab her bag and go, but faltered when she heard footsteps and quickly stepped back knocking into her water bucket. She gasped loosing her footing and grabbed at the door swinging it wide 'Damn!', her Blood ran cold as she covered her mouth, but it was too late as she stared at the stranger enter the front door.
Grant looked at the old wood of the farm house, clueless to the fact that someone was in there. He gave a supporting pole a small knock as if to check its integrity, but was surprised when he heard someone gasp and fall over. After quickly moving to a vantage point, his eyes caught the sight of the young woman in a puddle of water. She didn't seem very threatening, so Grant decided to take his chances.
"Hey," he called out. "Didn't know this was your place. Sorry. We cool?" He asked, twinges of an east coast accent in his voice.
"Hey," he called out. "Didn't know this was your place. Sorry. We cool?" He asked, twinges of an east coast accent in his voice.
Abby didn’t move an inch she scanned to items of the kitchen, her only weapon was a baseball bat she found with lay just inside the hallway which lead to the stranger. She averted her eyes quickly so as not to give her plan away.
His voice was strong but not threatening but that did not ease her tension, his appearance covered in leather and what looked like a tattoo creeping up his neck didn’t exactly instil her faith in the stranger.
‘Yeah, um I found it a few days ago’ her voice shook slightly; she raise her voice and tried to appear confident ‘So who are you?’
His voice was strong but not threatening but that did not ease her tension, his appearance covered in leather and what looked like a tattoo creeping up his neck didn’t exactly instil her faith in the stranger.
‘Yeah, um I found it a few days ago’ her voice shook slightly; she raise her voice and tried to appear confident ‘So who are you?’
He smirked slightly when she started to speak, hopefully things could work out. Also, he noticed the slight shaking in her voice. He realized he had probably scared her, and figured his rough appearance didn't help. Grant always found this a bit funny--he never thought he was a scary dude, but he did come off as a bit intimidating.
"My name's Grant," he said extending a hand, to try and further drive home some friendliness, "And you?"
"My name's Grant," he said extending a hand, to try and further drive home some friendliness, "And you?"
She relaxed slightly the tension leaving her body as she realized he wasn't going to attack her, well not right now she still didn't trust him. She stared at his outreached hand for a few moments before reaching to for it, she still had manners. Abby noticed his hands was large and strong, she smiled at him before she quickly retreated her hand and crossed her arms in front of herself.
'I'm Abby, and this is my home' she gestured sarcastically to their surroundings before crossing her arms again. She smiled again, it had been weeks since she saw someone never mind spoke to one.
'I'm Abby, and this is my home' she gestured sarcastically to their surroundings before crossing her arms again. She smiled again, it had been weeks since she saw someone never mind spoke to one.
He gave a small nod and looked around slightly.
"Well then I guess I'll get out of your hair." He turned to leave, a bit disappointed that the house already had an occupant. The dry air outside had parched his throat, and he had run out of what food he had. Hopefully there would be another house nearby that he could take things from.
"Well then I guess I'll get out of your hair." He turned to leave, a bit disappointed that the house already had an occupant. The dry air outside had parched his throat, and he had run out of what food he had. Hopefully there would be another house nearby that he could take things from.
She stepped forward unsure what to do, a few minutes ago she was ready to run a mile but talking to someone, to another human it felt so good to her since she had been on her own.
'Please you don't have to go!' the words rushed from her mouth her British accent still very much prominent. Being on her own was being safe to Abby, but that was also very lonely and boring. 'I mean you can stay abit if you like' She gave a genuine smile and placed her hands in the back pockets of her denim shorts nervously.
'Please you don't have to go!' the words rushed from her mouth her British accent still very much prominent. Being on her own was being safe to Abby, but that was also very lonely and boring. 'I mean you can stay abit if you like' She gave a genuine smile and placed her hands in the back pockets of her denim shorts nervously.
Grant turned around with a grin. A decent place to stay, even for just a few hours, and some human interaction...both of these things sounded incredible. "Awesome! Thanks! I'm gonna go wheel my bike around back, if ya' don't mind." With that, he headed out front and grabbed his motorcycle, then rolled it around to the back porch. He didn't really want it sitting outside in such plain view.
When he came inside, he shrugged his jacket off and set it on a chair. Tattoos ran down each arm, as well, he was definitely inked up plenty. "Hate to ask, but do you have any food and water? I can trade for it."
When he came inside, he shrugged his jacket off and set it on a chair. Tattoos ran down each arm, as well, he was definitely inked up plenty. "Hate to ask, but do you have any food and water? I can trade for it."
Grant turned around with a grin. A decent place to stay, even for just a few hours, and some human interaction...both of these things sounded incredible. "Awesome! Thanks! I'm gonna go wheel my bike around back, if ya' don't mind." With that, he headed out front and grabbed his motorcycle, then rolled it around to the back porch. He didn't really want it sitting outside in such plain view.
When he came inside, he shrugged his jacket off and set it on a chair. Tattoos ran down each arm, as well, he was definitely inked up plenty. "Hate to ask, but do you have any food and water? I can trade for it."
When he came inside, he shrugged his jacket off and set it on a chair. Tattoos ran down each arm, as well, he was definitely inked up plenty. "Hate to ask, but do you have any food and water? I can trade for it."
She watched him leave to move his bike before she collapsed on one of the chairs. From hauling water in the sun, to an adrenaline rush kicking in, plus the fact she hadn't eaten yet meant she needed a minute. She placed her elbows on the table and rested her head in her palms.
Hearing him enter she looking up eyeing the intricate tattoos lacing his skin. She looking away as he spoke.
'Im running really low on food, think I'm down to two cans of beans. As for water' she walked to the back door and picked up the half empty bucket of water 'Spilt most of it on the porch but take what you want there is a river nearby' and dropped the bucket between them.
Hearing him enter she looking up eyeing the intricate tattoos lacing his skin. She looking away as he spoke.
'Im running really low on food, think I'm down to two cans of beans. As for water' she walked to the back door and picked up the half empty bucket of water 'Spilt most of it on the porch but take what you want there is a river nearby' and dropped the bucket between them.
"Alright, thanks." He responded, reaching down and grabbing the bucket. He brought it to his face and drank from it, too thirsty to wait. "I'll go fetch some more water. If you wanna see what I have, just say the word." Grant headed back outside, bucket in hand, and began walking towards the faint sound of flowing water.
Once he got to the river, he took the bandanna off his head, then ran some water through his hair to cool down. The cool water of the river was very refreshing, and he let out a sigh of relief as it dripped from his scalp, down his face. Afterwards, he grabbed the bandanna and tied it back around like a do-rag, so it covered to top of his head and held his hair back. Leaning down, he scooped up some water and began hauling it back to the house. His stomach grumbled, but he didn't want to take the last of her food, seeing as she barely had any left. No, he could hold out longer, and find his own food later on.
Once he got back into the house, he set the bucket down on the kitchen table, and took a seat, putting his feet up.
Once he got to the river, he took the bandanna off his head, then ran some water through his hair to cool down. The cool water of the river was very refreshing, and he let out a sigh of relief as it dripped from his scalp, down his face. Afterwards, he grabbed the bandanna and tied it back around like a do-rag, so it covered to top of his head and held his hair back. Leaning down, he scooped up some water and began hauling it back to the house. His stomach grumbled, but he didn't want to take the last of her food, seeing as she barely had any left. No, he could hold out longer, and find his own food later on.
Once he got back into the house, he set the bucket down on the kitchen table, and took a seat, putting his feet up.
She watched him carelessly lift the bucket to his face, it wasn't as heavy as when she filled it but still. Then again she might just be weak from lack of food. With that thought Abby grabbed her rucksack and pulled out one of her last cans and began to eat the cold beans. It was exactly tasty but her stomach felt so much better and she could feel her body relish the new energy. Placing the empty can next to her she opened a dog eared paperback she left on the table and began to read.
She paused as she watched him lift the now full heavy bucket of water onto the table. She hid a smile. 'Do you have any food? If not I have another can left.' Reaching into her rucksack she pulled out her last can and placed it next to the bucket 'There's a town down the road, I'm going for more supplies first thing tomorrow'.
She paused as she watched him lift the now full heavy bucket of water onto the table. She hid a smile. 'Do you have any food? If not I have another can left.' Reaching into her rucksack she pulled out her last can and placed it next to the bucket 'There's a town down the road, I'm going for more supplies first thing tomorrow'.
He shook his head. "Nah, I ain't got any food; ran out. And you can keep your food." He tapped his fingers on the table as he listened to her mention the town. "Maybe I can go head there now and bring stuff back, that way we can call each other even."
It sounded like a good idea to him. He could ride his bike into town, grab food and supplies, and bring it back for the both of them.
It sounded like a good idea to him. He could ride his bike into town, grab food and supplies, and bring it back for the both of them.
"You know, Rach," Axel said, with a smirk on his face. "You've managed to look pretty good in an apocalypse." He kept his left hand on the steering wheel of the old Dodger Ram, while he turned down the music with his right. There was no radio anymore, just the country tunes from his old iPod, which was almost dead. "If they ever turn our story into a movie, they better find a real hot actress to play you."
Rachel lifted her head from the cool window. "It might be tough," she said jokingly. "Stop the car. I gotta take a piss." Axel pulled over off the road. Not that it was necessary; there weren't any other cars around. They both hopped out, and while Rachel was emptying her bladder, Axel checked the tailgate to see how much food they had left. They sure were running low. It had been about a week since they had left California.
"Where are we at?" Rachel asked, hopping into the cab again. Axel walked over to the passenger side and leaned against the open door.
"We're in Kansas. I think there may be a little town up ahead. We better stop and see if there's a little market or something that no one has raided yet." Rachel nodded, and he kissed her on the forehead. He climbed back into the driver's seat, and they were on there way yet again.
A half-size school bus rambled on down the rural road, it's driver not particularly caring where she was going or where she would end up today. Bridget had just driven wherever she felt like for the last few days, but she knew she'd have to stop somewhere soon, and preferably some place where she could find some gas for the bus.
She was hesitant to take it at first, but then she had tried loading up her own car with supplies. She knew that it would be smarter to take the bus, and cram it full with as many supplies as she could find. They would be needed, by her, and whoever she found out there, if there was anyone to be found.
The bus' engine start to make strange sound, and she could feel it shaking it little more than was normal, and she sighed. The old vehicle was probably on it's last legs, and thankfully she could see the outline of a house, or a barn or something in the distance. Carefully, she managed to coax another minute or two out of the bus, before it finally broke down and started smoking within distance of a small homestead.
She was hesitant to take it at first, but then she had tried loading up her own car with supplies. She knew that it would be smarter to take the bus, and cram it full with as many supplies as she could find. They would be needed, by her, and whoever she found out there, if there was anyone to be found.
The bus' engine start to make strange sound, and she could feel it shaking it little more than was normal, and she sighed. The old vehicle was probably on it's last legs, and thankfully she could see the outline of a house, or a barn or something in the distance. Carefully, she managed to coax another minute or two out of the bus, before it finally broke down and started smoking within distance of a small homestead.
Without even waiting for an opinion from Abby, Grant hopped up and grabbed his jacket, intent on heading down to the town to grab food for him and his host. He went around the the back of the house and started wheeling his bike around to the front. When he reached the front of the house, he saw a curious sight.
Far down the road was what looked like a big yellow school bus. Grant had only been at the house for a little while, but he was damn sure that thing wasn't down the road earlier; you don't miss something like that. Out of his saddlebag, he grabbed a pair of binoculars, and held them up to his eyes. With them, he spotted a woman standing outside of the bus. Carefully, Grant mulled things over in his head. She definitely didn't look very dangerous, might as well approach her. She would probably end up heading to the house anyway.
Cautiously, Grant started walking down the road. Once he started to get closer, he called out. "Scuse' me!"
Far down the road was what looked like a big yellow school bus. Grant had only been at the house for a little while, but he was damn sure that thing wasn't down the road earlier; you don't miss something like that. Out of his saddlebag, he grabbed a pair of binoculars, and held them up to his eyes. With them, he spotted a woman standing outside of the bus. Carefully, Grant mulled things over in his head. She definitely didn't look very dangerous, might as well approach her. She would probably end up heading to the house anyway.
Cautiously, Grant started walking down the road. Once he started to get closer, he called out. "Scuse' me!"
The voice startled Bridget a bit. She hadn't expected anyone to be around anywhere, and she had been focused on the small plume of smoke that was just now dissipating from underneath the engine hood, making sure it wasn't going to erupt into a small fire.
She turned on the heel of her boots to look at the man walking down the road towards her. He had to have come from the house, and that got her thinking as to how many other people had survived this apocalypse - she had seen no one on her way here, and she had driven a long way.
Gulping, and wishing that she had been smart enough to find a weapon somewhere, she nodded to the man and called back to him. "I'm sorry, but my ride broke down... am I in your way or on your land or something?" she asked, somewhat defensively.
She turned on the heel of her boots to look at the man walking down the road towards her. He had to have come from the house, and that got her thinking as to how many other people had survived this apocalypse - she had seen no one on her way here, and she had driven a long way.
Gulping, and wishing that she had been smart enough to find a weapon somewhere, she nodded to the man and called back to him. "I'm sorry, but my ride broke down... am I in your way or on your land or something?" she asked, somewhat defensively.
Axel pulled the truck up in front of a small grocery store. "Where are we, Ax?" asked Rachel. She looked around, but there was really nothing to be seen. It was what some would call a ghost town, taken right out of a Wild West film.
"I don't really know what town this is," Axel replied. "A small one? Besides, we're just here for the food." He pulled his pistol out of the holster he had around his waist. He has stolen it from the first grocery store they raided in California. He was happy he hadn't had to use it yet. "Let's just get in and get out. Grab any nonperishable food and water bottles you can carry." He kicked the front door open, and couldn't see squat.
Rachel pulled her flashlight out of her backpack and clicked it on. "Put that thing away. There's no one here." It took them about ten minutes to go through the whole store. After collecting as much as they could, they laid a blanket out on the dusty road for a late lunch of ham sandwiches and warm beers. "You think anyone will catch us?" Rachel asked Axel.
He shook his head as he kept walking forwards towards her. "Nah. Just comin' down here to make sure things were okay. Call it an insatiable curiosity." Admittedly, Grant felt a little weird just approaching her like this. Before 'the plague', people like him and people like her probably wouldn't ever hold a conversation. After all, he was some washed up biker, but she, on the other hand, looked wholesome enough to work at a teddy bear store.
"I can take a look at that for ya'," he said, his accent coming out a bit, "I know my engines." He stepped up to the bus and started looking at it. After examining it for a moment, he turned around and coughed a bit from the smoke. "What kinda fuel you been puttin' in this?"
"I can take a look at that for ya'," he said, his accent coming out a bit, "I know my engines." He stepped up to the bus and started looking at it. After examining it for a moment, he turned around and coughed a bit from the smoke. "What kinda fuel you been puttin' in this?"
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He was intimidating, that was for sure, but his demeanor and attitude were alright. She sighed audibly, releasing the tension that had built up in her, and actually managed to smile when he said he would look at the bus for her.
She hadn't gotten as close as he did, but she could smell a whiff of what he did. "Erm, well whatever was available at the gas stations, to be honest. Some pumps didn't work, and some did. Really couldn't be picky about octanes, you know," she said in a neutral voice, trying to sound like she knew something about the bus, when in reality the first hours of her driving it were pretty terrifying. Plus, she didn't want to seem like a moron if the thing ended up needing diesel, or something.
She looked up and down the road. "Is that your place off the road there?"
She hadn't gotten as close as he did, but she could smell a whiff of what he did. "Erm, well whatever was available at the gas stations, to be honest. Some pumps didn't work, and some did. Really couldn't be picky about octanes, you know," she said in a neutral voice, trying to sound like she knew something about the bus, when in reality the first hours of her driving it were pretty terrifying. Plus, she didn't want to seem like a moron if the thing ended up needing diesel, or something.
She looked up and down the road. "Is that your place off the road there?"
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Axel took a swig of his beer and turned to look at Rachel. "Couldn't tell you, Rach," he sighed. He wasn't sure if anyone was alive within a hundred mile radius of them. "Doesn't it feel like we're kids again? Going on a road-trip without parent consent. Man, those were the good days." He looked up into the sky and could see vultures soaring above. Wouldn't it be nice to be a bird, he thought. No wondering if you'd be alive the next day.
Rachel finished her sandwich. "It's so weird," she said. "We go from having a big family, great jobs, the American Dream, to nothing. I haven't even thought about it very much. I can't cry over it. I feel like it's not right to have emotions, when so many people are-"
Axel cut her off. "Don't get sappy, Rachel. This isn't the time or place." He stood, holding out his hand to help her up. She hopped back in the car while he folded the blanket. Then they were driving again. They didn't know where, or why. Just that they would need to find a place before dark.
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He yanked the bandanna down over his face to try and stop himself from inhaling some of the smoke. It wasn't very effective, but it was definitely better than nothing.
"Have you been putting gasoline in here? Y'know it's a diesel engine?" He turned and coughed once. "Yeah, that's no good...I'm surprised it was running."
He started to list off the likely damages. "Okay. Your pistons, wrist pins, and connecting rods are damaged. Not to mention the valve train. Then there's the damage to the fuel tank and fuel delivery pumps themselves...Even if we drained the tank and flushed the system this thing might be permanently damaged depending on the ratio of gasoline to diesel." Grant wasn't the smartest guy around, but he did know his engines.
"Have you been putting gasoline in here? Y'know it's a diesel engine?" He turned and coughed once. "Yeah, that's no good...I'm surprised it was running."
He started to list off the likely damages. "Okay. Your pistons, wrist pins, and connecting rods are damaged. Not to mention the valve train. Then there's the damage to the fuel tank and fuel delivery pumps themselves...Even if we drained the tank and flushed the system this thing might be permanently damaged depending on the ratio of gasoline to diesel." Grant wasn't the smartest guy around, but he did know his engines.
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With Carrie Underwood blasting through the speakers, using up the last of the iPod battery, the couple drove down the dirt road. Rachel noticed Axel squinting his eyes, trying to look far into the distance. "Is that a school bus?" he said, partially to himself. He chuckled quietly. "Maybe there's some survivors after all."
Axel sped up until he was about one hundred feet away from the bus. He noticed two people standing by it, a man and a woman. He honked his horn as he drove up. "Need some help?" he called out the window. This wasn't like a movie or TV show. You could trust people in the real world... or so they hoped.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Rachel muttered. "Maybe you should just drive by. They might be dangerous." Axel wasn't listening though, and he cut the engine on the Ram, and stood up, sticking his head through the sunroof.
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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.