Introduction
04:36, 07/24/2116
New New York
The sun barely penetrates the heavy grey clouds that threaten to fill the chasms in the ground with rain that tastes like ash. The small community that lives in the ruinous city, hugging to the crumbling walls of skyscrapers and abandoned fast food restaurants like a child to it's mother's skirts, hold their breath. A pregnant silence is thick in the smoky air. A tarpaulin rustles. An empty can clatters down the cracked street.
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"Momma! Momma!"
"Darling, I'm here -" "...peaches. If I ever see another can of peaches, I swear I'll - " "I'll give you three, but in return..."
The silence that had earlier permeated the air had been shattered, first by thunder, and the wail of a frightened child, but then by the sound of rain as it tumbled eagerly to the dry ground. It filled the bottles, bowls, tarps, containers left out to collect uncontaminated water. The market was open, and traders huddled under what shelters they had managed to erect as they plied their trade. Cobblers were drowned out by butchers and men that sold copper wiring and sheets of iron. Bands of abandoned children worked the crowds that pushed through the market, deft fingers slipping into unguarded pockets and withdrawing clutching bits of string and the slivers of volcanic rock that had become currency. A group of men and women crouched around a circle of polished rocks, gambling away the contents of their purses. A man stood in the shadows, blackened forearm bare and raw as he rubbed a sickly yellow pebble against his veins, the whites of his eyes gone to a cold, cool buff.
Two men, uniformly dressed in red jackets, pushed a path through the crowd. A bay horse followed in the path they made, and upon her back, rode a man with fluffy white hair and pale blue eyes. One of his hands rested arrogantly on his hip as he rode, jerking the bit unnecessarily harshly in the dopey mare's soft mouth. The man rode through the market, eyes averted from the poor and common crowd that surged at his heels. A sneer of disgust sat comfortably on his aged and wrinkled face. His two red-garbed guards led him on, to the quieter streets of New New York. They looked neither left nor right, except to round a corner as they led their master to the foot of a tall, once white building. One held the horse's head, and the other stood still as he helped the elderly man dismount.
To the building, he limped, accepting no further help from either of the younger men that accompanied him. The building was dark, but he moved confidently through it with the air of an individual revisiting his childhood home. One of his hands trailed along the wall, until the small group rounded one final corner. There, they paused. The elder one straightened his jacket held a hand out to one of his men. He placed in his palm a tobacco tin, which rattled dully as the man pocketed it. A door was held open, and the old man stepped through.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I am about to make you very rich indeed."
Welcome to New New York. It is placed upon the site of old New York, and is made up of an eclectic collection of old New York's buildings.
The Event that eradicated much of the Old World happened 100 years ago. It began with an earthquake, larger than any ever recorded. Then, there came the tidal waves. And then the eruptions of the earth. The Old World suffocated in ash and darkness. Those in America who survived, for the most part, found their way to old New York, which became New New York, to attempt to rebuild some semblance of a life. There has been little progress. There is poverty, and addiction, and it is often cold and wet, but the community find a way to survive.
Those on the trial uncover that he already runs and controls another city, not far from the old city of Calgary. This information prompts those on the trial to action, though what that action may be, will be left to the players.
The drug is highly addictive, and the first few uses will often render the user catatonic with the 'high'. The side effects can be severe. Ignoring any potential bodily damage caused by overexertion, the body responds to the substance's removal as it would to other narcotics. The effect, however, is intensified. The duration of the 'high' typically lasts eight hours. Another dose may be taken as soon as the effects begin to wear off. Overdose is possible. This will result in the body rejecting the chemical through any means possible. Overdose is almost always fatal, as after a few hours, the heart begins to shut down.
There is little religion since the shape of the Earth was changed, though it is still not uncommon for individuals to be found on street corners pleading the masses to listen for the word of the Deities. Mostly, goods are traded. There is little need for money as most don't leave the safety of New New York, however for those who might visit the few hamlets outside of the city, the going currency is any Old World coin. There aren't many to be found, and in recent decades, Coins have become a currency of their own.
Name: Elijah Hall | Age: 27 | Gender: Male | FC: Jason Momoa | Character Status: Taken by AcousticBoom
Name: Reagan Peak | Age: 21 | Gender: Female | FC: Maisie Richardson Sellers| Character Status: Reserved by GemEclipse
Name: Darrow Irving | Age: 30 | Gender: Male | FC: Chris Evans | Character Status: Taken by VivaVictoria
Name: Remy Saroyan | Age: 28 | Gender: Female | FC: Mila Kunis | Character Status: Taken by wednesdaysun
Name: Marek Andrysiak | Age: 28 | Gender: Male | FC: Dawid Auguscik | Character Status: Taken by Bartholomew Finch
Name: Shay Brooks | Age: 24 | Gender: Female | FC: Caitlin Stasey | Character Status: Taken by AcousticBoom
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Twin 1 | Name: Rachel Madsen | Age: 27 | Gender: Female | FC: Alexandra Tretter | Character Status: Taken by J.D.
Twin 2 | Name: Rowen Madsen | Age: 27 | Gender: Male | FC: Mathias Lauridsen | Character Status: Taken by J.D.
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In a stellar imitation of what had once been the evil genius cliche, Dr. Hart reclined on a (albeit slightly scuffed) black leather swivel chair, and spun in a long, slow circle. It squealed, like nails down a chalkboard, and the good doctor allowed himself a small smile. He'd waited a long time for this day. The revolution of his chair completed itself, and the doctor's eyes narrowed reflexively, pupils contracting at the glare from the computer monitors in front of him. His eyes adjusted, but he looked at the screens unflinchingly. It was an impressive set up, and not only because this was the first instance of electricity in New New York in a century. The long, polished desk was adorned with a grand total of eight screens, the cables that linked them as a myriad of snakes behind them. The screens periodically changed their image. He watched them contemplatively, long bony fingers wrapping themselves around a cracked and steaming mug.
The mug had the words "Trust me, I'm a doctor" written gaudily across them in a rainbow of colours, faded now, of course.
The first two screens settled for thirty seconds on a dimly lit corridor, at alternative angles. It was empty, except for a potted plant in the far corner. It really was an unnecessary and ostentatious attempt at putting his patients at ease, but the leafy green plant sat their nonetheless. An insultingly warm addition to the otherwise clinical hall. The hall itself was punctuated at each end by an identical system of doors. First, inside the hall, was what he affectionately called a 'check point'. Simply, it was a sheet of metal grating, punctuated by a door with a sliding bolt and lock. He was confident enough not to put a hand to the pocket in his shirt. He could feel the reassuring weight of his master key there, cold against his even colder body, even through his clothing. On the other side of both check points were stainless steel double doors. One monitor showed the other side of the first, and the entrance to his facility. The important locks to the entrance, of course, were on the outside. The usual sliding bolt and lock were present, of course, but, hidden for now from his patients who would soon arrive, so as not to startle them, was the bar that would settle across the doors, and the chain and padlock that would connect their handles. Sure, it was crude. And no, it wasn't pretty to look at when it was all locked up, but it would definitely keep them in. He wouldn't have them spreading his secrets across New New York. No, that wouldn't do at all.
He had one more glance of the hall before the screen changed. The left side had nine doors, all matching stainless steel, at equal distances down the wall. Unfortunately, the doors were windowed. He hadn't had time to change them, but the good doctor didn't think it would matter. The doors, all with their own security locks on them, of course, each led to a different room designed for various scientific measuring processes. He'd already briefed the twins on how best to utilise the materials inside.
The screen changed, as did all of the others, which had been previously showing the interiors of his laboratories. Now, they showed what appeared to be exactly the same image. The rooms had been designed with the CCTV in mind. Eight bedrooms, one for each patient, with one extra. Seven was an odd number, and that grated with him slightly, but he had chosen to let it be. He wasn't sure if that number would last, anyway.
Each of the bedrooms - cells - was furnished with a single bed. Comfortable, and most importantly, clean yellow sheets rested on each one. The pillows matched them, of course. A splash of dull yellow against the neutral baby blue of the walls. Each patient would have their personal affects taken from them, and a set of green clothing waited for them in the drawers. At first, they'd all be the same. Modifications, or requests for new items, would be granted once they'd asked the twins, and the twins had checked with him. The same went for the furnishings of their rooms, and the en suite bathroom attached to each bedroom. He had CCTV in there, as well. Purely for scientific monitoring reasons, of course, and they were well concealed. The screens flicked around to reflect that.
Three, two, one.
The monitors changed again, and his eyes didn't blink.
He found himself frowning at the one real luxury he'd had put together for the patients.
The communal area was large, spacious, and on the other side of the second check point. A pool table had been found for them, restored, and pushed into the middle of the room. The seating was plenty, and made up of soft fabrics and arranged so that it would be easy for his patients to arrange themselves as they wished, in a large group, or in pairs or even alone. Fully stocked bookshelves lined one wall. He hoped they would be an intelligent collection. There were board games, puzzles, and sets of cards in one cupboard under a glass coffee table. Tools and supplies for art in another. In one corner there was a small, tidy kitchenette. They would't need to cook, of course. What went in (and out) of his patients would be carefully monitored, so meals were provided. The kitchenette would allow them to make hot drinks, however, or cold if they wanted. The plumbing in the whole building was new, and fairly primitive, but it would be better than anything his patients would ever have enjoyed. Next to the kitchenette, a newly polished glass dining table was surrounded by enough chairs to seat all of his patients. The only comparatively, and metaphorically, 'dull' wall was the one that was occupied by one long mirror. It reflected the inside of the communal space, and it was his favourite thing in the entire lavish room. It was a two way mirror. He turned his chair, and it squeaked in protest. He looked through the window behind him, straight into the communal area, and allowed himself another rare smile. Inwardly, he was amused at how pleased the set up made him. He'd not been this satisfied in a very long time.
He was very much the cat at play with the mouse.
The only window that the patients would have access to was also inside the communal area. Plain with tinted glass, so no one outside could see in, it would give them a sweeping view of the crumbling city. It was a depressing view. Flanking the main window, were two bay windows, which he'd had turned into window seats. That appealed to his inner romantic, but none of them opened.
Dr. Hart turned back to his screens. They'd changed again to show the rooftop. Up several flights of stairs, it was the only way the patients would be able to experience the outside while they were with him, so to speak, and it was encased in a cage of more metal grating. He'd liked it. The grating had been an original fixture, and the exact reason he'd chosen the building. That, and it really was rather tall. The grating for the checkpoints had come from the roof. That was probably why he liked them so much. The door to the roof was rather flimsy, and he could see it through his camera. With just one, light lock, he was supremely unhappy with it, but even if one managed to find their way up there... it wasn't as though they had anywhere to go.
He wiped the smile from his face as he checked the time. Soon, they'd be arriving. They'd hand in their personal affects, to be checked before potentially being returned, and they'd settle in. Dr. Hart was very much looking forward to this. One more screen caught his gaze, though. It was the most secure room in the complex, and it held his life's work.
The Actirine there would be enough to last them a week. After that, the twins would hand in their weekly reports, and receive a new batch.
There were two boxes, both tightly locked in a safe, to which only the twins knew the code. One box held seven small cylindrical containers, each with three pills in it. Three patients to test the drug for him, taken orally. The other box was larger, and held twenty eight needles, filled with a measure of the drug. He'd never seen it administered via injection, which would theoretically be inserted to the inner elbow. Dr. Hart was looking forward to that, in particular.
The good doctor sat back in his chair, at ease, and took a sip of his tea. It burned his mouth, but he swallowed it anyway. It would be an eventful day.
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“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
A Blackened Heart
- Friedrich Nietzsche
A Blackened Heart
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They had endured the thoroughfare of life for as long as either could, or would care to admit. A shambling zombie of a pace from left to right, on the straight and narrow through thick and thin. Together, despite the hardships that docked at their ports every so often. The strangers knocking on the door barely more than a bother when it came down to the nitty gritty and neither had the whimsy to break from the distress. Of course, it mattered only that they had each other to rely on and the income from associating with the likes of Dr. Hart. Without the man the two would have forever been stuck living off of the markets demands.
Breaking free from the same old hadn't been easy.
Rowen Madsen spent the greater part of his morning swamped in paperwork at his desk, hunched over and reading by the flickering light of a candle. Their hovel had only two windows at the main entrance that shed the barest amount of light through the caked on dirt. There were times that Rachel chose to pick a fight over this fact - why were they staying in such a run down shack when they had the means necessary to acquire a larger home to showcase their higher societal standing. However, the case was simply that neither of them spent much time home in the first place, and to draw attention to themselves in these early days of occupation seemed foolish at best. They had a job that required a certain level of anonymity lest they draw unwanted attention onto the Doctor.
One look at the newly refurbished desk clock let Rowen know that the time was almost upon them to greet the newfound patients. A group that would be no doubt under their thumbs in a matter of moments - a thrill for Rachel of course, she had always been the kind to exude power and felt that others should bow at her feet; she knew there was an act to be upheld, and would mask her flaw to do so. While Rowen was more thrilled at the idea of what fame he could gather from these trials. He stood from the desk, allowing the chair to scrape loudly across the wooden floor panels before making his way up the creaky stairs. Being sure to avoid the two steps that had caved in at the top. He had no trouble moving through the dark hallways though he did stumble over an antique rug on the way to Rachels room, fumbling with the half broken handle until he could swing it open.
She was contorted at odd angles in her sleep, half off the bed with one arm thrown across her face to block the light streaming in through a hole in the wall directly above the bed frame. She was eerily quiet, and save for the steady up and down movements of her chest she could have easily passed for dead. "Wake up Rae," he did not shake her, aware of the argument that would spark. She had always been a light sleeper, light enough that she woke up at her name with ease but being shook awake often caused alarm bordering on full out panic. "Up and at em," He told her, when she groggily waved him away and sat up on her own. "Get out." She mumbled, biting back harsher words. Rowen nodded and left for his own room in order to change into the appropriate garments for the day, they both needed to look the part after all.
After tying up some loose ends the two of them made their way hastily to the facility, where they would be spending the majority of their time from here on out, observing the patients as closely as possible. Hopefully with little incident to call for, though the both of them knew that there would always be kinks to work out. It was just the way things went naturally, small bumps in the road - but nothing that they couldn't handle with a little bit of elbow grease. Just like everything else in New New York. "I hope these people aren't stupid," Rachel spoke offhand on their walk, they were not far from the facility to begin with, as their shack had been built from the ground up on a barren stretch of land some years ago. Her tone reflected boredom, and perhaps a small hint of irritation which happened to also be clear in the way she squinted. A headache? She got them often enough to be a major bother.
There were already files compiled on the various 'volunteers' but there was a major difference between a minute meeting and an intellectual conversation. They knew nothing of these people aside from what they could ascertain from written word. "If they are, then they won't be for long." Rowen spoke in reference to the Actirine, which would hopefully work tot he effect of enhancement. "Looking to make friends then Rae?" He teased, dull in tone but with the intent there that she understood. She snorted, kicking rocks from underfoot and cast him a glare that was only half joking, "No." She strode ahead of them, the first to reach the entrance when the facility finally came into full view. Rowen trailed lazily behind her, waiting in due silence for either more annoyance or further offhand remarks.
It seemed nobody had yet to arrive before them, a good thing since dealing with early arrivals would have been an annoyance for the both of them. As it stood now all they really had to do was wait, so that they could process their personal belongings and make first sight assessments. Rachel would be handling the tour there after while Rowen attended to more important matters. Doling out the responsibilities equally.
Breaking free from the same old hadn't been easy.
Rowen Madsen spent the greater part of his morning swamped in paperwork at his desk, hunched over and reading by the flickering light of a candle. Their hovel had only two windows at the main entrance that shed the barest amount of light through the caked on dirt. There were times that Rachel chose to pick a fight over this fact - why were they staying in such a run down shack when they had the means necessary to acquire a larger home to showcase their higher societal standing. However, the case was simply that neither of them spent much time home in the first place, and to draw attention to themselves in these early days of occupation seemed foolish at best. They had a job that required a certain level of anonymity lest they draw unwanted attention onto the Doctor.
One look at the newly refurbished desk clock let Rowen know that the time was almost upon them to greet the newfound patients. A group that would be no doubt under their thumbs in a matter of moments - a thrill for Rachel of course, she had always been the kind to exude power and felt that others should bow at her feet; she knew there was an act to be upheld, and would mask her flaw to do so. While Rowen was more thrilled at the idea of what fame he could gather from these trials. He stood from the desk, allowing the chair to scrape loudly across the wooden floor panels before making his way up the creaky stairs. Being sure to avoid the two steps that had caved in at the top. He had no trouble moving through the dark hallways though he did stumble over an antique rug on the way to Rachels room, fumbling with the half broken handle until he could swing it open.
She was contorted at odd angles in her sleep, half off the bed with one arm thrown across her face to block the light streaming in through a hole in the wall directly above the bed frame. She was eerily quiet, and save for the steady up and down movements of her chest she could have easily passed for dead. "Wake up Rae," he did not shake her, aware of the argument that would spark. She had always been a light sleeper, light enough that she woke up at her name with ease but being shook awake often caused alarm bordering on full out panic. "Up and at em," He told her, when she groggily waved him away and sat up on her own. "Get out." She mumbled, biting back harsher words. Rowen nodded and left for his own room in order to change into the appropriate garments for the day, they both needed to look the part after all.
After tying up some loose ends the two of them made their way hastily to the facility, where they would be spending the majority of their time from here on out, observing the patients as closely as possible. Hopefully with little incident to call for, though the both of them knew that there would always be kinks to work out. It was just the way things went naturally, small bumps in the road - but nothing that they couldn't handle with a little bit of elbow grease. Just like everything else in New New York. "I hope these people aren't stupid," Rachel spoke offhand on their walk, they were not far from the facility to begin with, as their shack had been built from the ground up on a barren stretch of land some years ago. Her tone reflected boredom, and perhaps a small hint of irritation which happened to also be clear in the way she squinted. A headache? She got them often enough to be a major bother.
There were already files compiled on the various 'volunteers' but there was a major difference between a minute meeting and an intellectual conversation. They knew nothing of these people aside from what they could ascertain from written word. "If they are, then they won't be for long." Rowen spoke in reference to the Actirine, which would hopefully work tot he effect of enhancement. "Looking to make friends then Rae?" He teased, dull in tone but with the intent there that she understood. She snorted, kicking rocks from underfoot and cast him a glare that was only half joking, "No." She strode ahead of them, the first to reach the entrance when the facility finally came into full view. Rowen trailed lazily behind her, waiting in due silence for either more annoyance or further offhand remarks.
It seemed nobody had yet to arrive before them, a good thing since dealing with early arrivals would have been an annoyance for the both of them. As it stood now all they really had to do was wait, so that they could process their personal belongings and make first sight assessments. Rachel would be handling the tour there after while Rowen attended to more important matters. Doling out the responsibilities equally.
The sun rose early, upon that particular day, sending dusty shafts of light into Elijah's room. He rose one hand from the shadows of the low cot he'd been wide awake on and let his fingers chase a mote of dust. The dog on his legs grumbled, dropping a heavy paw on his knee in protest of his movements. Eli, dropped his head back down to the folded blanket he was using as a pillow and tangled his hand in the fur upon Bailey's head instead. He'd miss the animal. Turning his head, he looked into the rest of the room. His sister slept in what really was a bed on the other side. The sunlight hadn't quite reached her yet, but even so, he could clearly make out the shape of his little girl who curled sweetly into her aunt's back. Emma snored softly. The man felt old, and his stomach wrenched at the thought of having to leave her, even though it would just be for a while. His little girl. Elijah curled his free hand into a fist over his chest and stifled the instinct to stay. Evie would look after her like her own. He knew she'd be okay.
The sun continued to rise for a couple more moments, and Elijah savoured the last moments he'd have at home for a while, with his dog warming his feet and the sound knowledge that his family were safe.
Then, he roused himself. Eli planned to leave before Emma woke up. He'd said his goodbyes, and the girl's father didn't intend to make things any more difficult than they had been. Elijah rose silently, as he had so many times before. Already dressed, the man walked barefoot down the stairs. He knew the building well, and avoiding the creakiest of the stairs. The dog followed him, with no regard for silence, but the clattering of her claws was a common noise.
Downstairs, Elijah splashed his face with cold water. The sting brought himself back to himself. One hand twitched slightly as he pushed aside the emotions that told him he should stay, so he didn't linger long. He slapped two sheets of paper on the counter of the shop they lived above, knowing it'd be found in a couple hours time. He'd never been a man of many words, and the letters addressed to his daughter and to his sister were the longest essays he'd ever written. Eli laced his boots, and left the house, following his dog down the slowly lightening streets of New New York.
"To Emma, my daughter"
The words rang painfully in his head and he dutifully ignored them, splashing through puddles heartlessly as he made his way to the address he'd been given. The empty streets looked down at the man who walked away from his only child with unconcealed disgust.
"I'm sorry daddy has to go"
He paused to let Bailey catch up, and rubbed at his beard. He wasn't far, and he wasn't afraid. He'd been told this would be for the good of the city, and that, by extension, meant Emma too. His wife's voice echoed in his head. She was more than a ghost to him. He'd promised her never to leave their daughter. Hands made tight white fists.
"I'll be back soon, darling. I promise."
Bailey came to his side. They were almost there, and he was fairly sure his dog would definitely not be allowed with him. Sighing, Eli crouched, and ruffled Bailey's fur. The animal seemed sad, as though she knew what was happening, and butted her head against his knee. He laughed softly, humourlessly.
"Daddy loves you very, very much"
"Go on, Bai," he told her. He stifled a groan as he got back to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "Get home."
The dog obeyed, not knowing the words but understanding the meaning. She paused uncertainly, and watched as the man walked around the corner. With one street left, he began to compartmentalise his thoughts, setting his guards and pushing away the feelings that would make him weak. The building loomed closer, and he recognised it for what it was by the two figures stood at it's foot. He hailed them with a lifted hand, which he then offered to them warily.
"'Morning," he grunted, pushing loose strands of hair back with the hand he had free. "Name's Elijah. Elijah Hall. You should be expecting me."
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Darrow Irving
"Some men deserved tae burn, Ah made sure ay 'at."
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"Some men deserved tae burn, Ah made sure ay 'at."
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Darrow Irving
"Some men deserved tae burn, Ah made sure ay 'at."
Reagan Peak
VERY WIP
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Moving On
1, 2by AcousticBoom on Mon Mar 28, 2016 12:35 pm
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Moving On
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Re: Moving On
First post should be up within the week! :) I was a bit tied up with a commission so I couldn't make any progress with posts and whatnot.
Re: Moving On
First post is up!
Sorry for how long it is. A lot of it can be skim read as it's really just a long winded description of the facility itself. Do give it a read though. If our characters decide to leave, I'm sure it'll be helpful. I don't intend on using Dr. Hart very often at all, except for pivotal moments where he will push things in a certain direction.
Otherwise, I think it'd work best if everyone gathered outside the building. Hopefully the twins will arrive soon and let people in!
Here's hoping that's not too much guidance, but that should really be the last of it. Any questions, do just drop me a message, I do appreciate it!
And have fun folk! I'm so excited to see how this goes.
Sorry for how long it is. A lot of it can be skim read as it's really just a long winded description of the facility itself. Do give it a read though. If our characters decide to leave, I'm sure it'll be helpful. I don't intend on using Dr. Hart very often at all, except for pivotal moments where he will push things in a certain direction.
Otherwise, I think it'd work best if everyone gathered outside the building. Hopefully the twins will arrive soon and let people in!
Here's hoping that's not too much guidance, but that should really be the last of it. Any questions, do just drop me a message, I do appreciate it!
And have fun folk! I'm so excited to see how this goes.
Re: Moving On
Hi J.D.! I send you a message. It'd be great if you could reply asap, but consider your role reserved!
Everyone else... Sorry about the delay on my end again! Things have been unexpectedly hectic, and then my internet went down. I'll be doing a first post tomorrow to give J.D. a chance to catch up!
Everyone else... Sorry about the delay on my end again! Things have been unexpectedly hectic, and then my internet went down. I'll be doing a first post tomorrow to give J.D. a chance to catch up!
Re: Moving On
If the roles are still open and available I'd like to take the twins??? If not thats alright, I see that you guys are about to start and it would take me at least a day to have a complete sheet turned in for both.
As for Fcs I was thinking of using Mathias Lauridsen and Alexandra Tretter, they have very similar face features and could pass for twins despite the age gap (there aren't many twin FCs readily available out there, but if you have any suggestions otherwise I'd be happy to hear them.)
As for Fcs I was thinking of using Mathias Lauridsen and Alexandra Tretter, they have very similar face features and could pass for twins despite the age gap (there aren't many twin FCs readily available out there, but if you have any suggestions otherwise I'd be happy to hear them.)
Re: Moving On
No worries :D Thanks for letting me know.
Sorry for my lack of appearance today... I woke up really late and then had to literally run to work. Anyways, I'll finish that last female CS in the morning and put together a first post in the evening if that works for everyone?
Sorry for my lack of appearance today... I woke up really late and then had to literally run to work. Anyways, I'll finish that last female CS in the morning and put together a first post in the evening if that works for everyone?
Re: Moving On
Oops hey Acoustic sorry he isn't in yet, I'm finishing up a tad bit of history atm so yeah, today is the day got a bit distracted by school work and what not. Going in for testing in about an hour or so, and then he'll be submitted as a fully finished product right after.
Re: Moving On
Wonderful. I'm going to put together a Character to fill the last slot, and as soon as Bartholomew has theirs in, we can get going if that works for everyone!
Re: Moving On
Okaaay, boys and girls, if you could let me know when you'll have your WIPs in ASAP, that'd be great. Don't worry if you've already spoken to me, but if not, I'd just like to know you're still interested!
Re: Moving On
I, too, like that Victoria, and good job Wednesday! :D I'm going to leave it until the end of the day my time and unless no one claims the last female, I think I'll grab it so we can get this thing started sooner!
Re: Moving On
Alright, so after an hour of searching for the perfect face claim, I found it.
Chris Evans from Snowpiercer
He looks rough... I like that.
He looks rough... I like that.
Re: Moving On
Can I reserve Djordie Bogdanovic? I may change the face claim if that's okay with you. Get back to you when I do, though.
Re: Moving On
If this all sounds alright with you then Id like to reserve the Dawid Auguscik FC.
Im not going to promise I can do a post everyday, Im a fairly long winded author and tend to get in my head far too often and of course im in a few other roleplays currently that also carry my attention. One of which is extremely large scale and demanding.
Otherwise Id be happy to be able to throw up a post as frequently as possible. Once every 3-4 days which is basically the once a week requirment.
Im not going to promise I can do a post everyday, Im a fairly long winded author and tend to get in my head far too often and of course im in a few other roleplays currently that also carry my attention. One of which is extremely large scale and demanding.
Otherwise Id be happy to be able to throw up a post as frequently as possible. Once every 3-4 days which is basically the once a week requirment.
Re: Moving On
Love the CS's so far guys! Do you guys have any idea how long you'll need to finish them?
Re: Moving On
Of course! It's great to have you!
EDIT: Your places have been reserved! I've finally put up a rough CS, so feel free to use that. I'd love to see a WIP soon from you guys. If things don't fill up, are you guys okay with going ahead with less than six?
EDIT: Your places have been reserved! I've finally put up a rough CS, so feel free to use that. I'd love to see a WIP soon from you guys. If things don't fill up, are you guys okay with going ahead with less than six?