Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc: ❝ It's a little funny.❞ Adam turned his head towards Bonnie and watched her sit next to him. He was staring at her wings, which at this point weren't shocking to him. He found them gorgeous, regardless of colour. He was almost jealous of her for even having them, but he couldn't do anything about it. He stared at them as he listened to her speak,❝Are you enjoying it here Adam? You feel safe here, right?❞ Adam nodded and said, "Yes." he did feel very safe, and he figured if she were going to harm him it would have been done by now. At the same time he couldn't get himself too comfortable. ❝Your classmates are causing quite an uproar in the cities.❞ He saw her look at him out of the corner of his eye while he was looking at her wings, but turned to look her in the eyes, just in general respect. ❝Yup. Quite a bit of mayhem.❞ Adam frowned slightly and spoke, "I'm not surprised..." He threw the bounce ball from one hand to the other and continued, "...are they... are they ever going to be themselves again or are they gone?"
Sunday, October 13th, 2013 | Day 22: 3/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc: Four days. For exactly four days he had stayed in the room he was occupying. It was the guestroom of his Grandfather's house, who was not and would not be at home. It was October after all, every October he would fly over to America and stay in New Hampshire with his hunting friends. October through November, Adam never could quite understand it. Wasn't it snowy winter at that point? He always loved this house, he hadn't been in it for years before four days ago. The last time he had been here was when his mother had one of her attacks and his grandfather watched over him as she recovered. Every time he had gone there it was to be watched and protected. When Bonnie had brought him here, he actually felt... relieved. It was odd how this one place felt safer than his own home. Adam had a bounce ball in his right hand and continued to bounce it as he layed down on the guest bed. He had the radio on and was listening to his favorite station, just thinking to himself about what was occurring in his life at that time. Whenever he thought about something that angered him he would bounce the ball with a lot of force. Whenever something saddened him he would drop it lighter. There was one particular time where he zoned out completely, and he had dropped the ball so it could only roll away from him. He had remembered something, but had completely forgotten about it the second after. It was rather unfortunate, because he knew it had nothing to do with Adam, it was something about Semyaza. Adam had bounced the ball at an even pace when the song he was listening to was interrupted and he caught the ball and sat up in the bed. He missed the first part of what they had said, but heard the rest. Adam held his head at that moment and couldn't help but laugh at the way the professional reporters were talking, and as they continued with their speculations they became more and more ridiculous and he started laughing harder. He knew. He knew they weren't well, dead. But he knew what they were doing, he hadn't been totally oblivious. The witnesses were not wrong about the details of the attack, but he knew they were in the wrong direction saying they were zombies. Adam stopped laughing and just stared at the bed listening to the advising to stay indoors and he whispered quietly, "Why am I laughing it really isn't that funny..."
I am going into Junior year with a lot of AP and Honors classes, AND I am a lazy person, so I am worried I am going to fail or something T_T
ugh don't get me started on youtube arguments right now T_T. I am doing fine, I just hung up a bunch of posters in my room. I am not ready for...
that's good though, imagine if everyone was unfriendly. thinking about it kind of makes me laugh. anyway, how are you today?
Hi! I figured I'd just pop in and say hello because I don't think I ever really did? I may have... I don't know.
They told me it is nearly impossible to lick my elbow. Guess who just managed to lick their elbow... by accident...
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6 Wearing --- Music ---Date: Sunday, October 13rd, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 1/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cassandra watched as two of the freaks came towards the door and she wanted to scream in panic. She turned to see that Joslyn was STILL asleep. What the fuck! Cassandra locked the door again, since she had not after Hay Sun left, and she stayed looking through the peephole. If the three out there needed access into the room, she wouldn't deny them it. But she did not want the freaks getting in. When they got closer to the door, Cassandra backed up slightly and held up Hasah, which transformed into the sword. She looked intensely at the door and whispered to herself, "Please don't get in here... please don't get in here..."
Wearing --- Music ---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 | 4/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hay Sun had responded luckily, even if in a violent manner. Rather then even asking why Cassandra was screaming at them she walked up angrily and spoke, ❝What is it ?❞ Her collar was grabbed and she felt herself lifted, but she wasn't impressed by it considering she weighed less than 150 pounds. ❝I wouldn't threaten me unless you want the threat to be turned on you, very much a reality.❞ "Could you stop attacking me I was just-" she felt herself let go and she fell to the ground, Hay Sun then looked out the peephole and then as Cassandra picked herself up off the ground she heard Hay Sun speak, ❝What the hell is going on out there?❞ "Do you really think I know?" Cassandra spoke almost irritated, then she watched Hay Sun run out the door. Cassandra was clearly playing coward here, she didn't know how to fight with a sword, and although she knew how to fight she wasn't about to fight hand-to-hand with those... things. Cassandra continued to watch and noticed there were more appearing. What the hell is this? Cassandra looked on the ground to see where she dropped Hasah and she picked it up and continued watching. She felt horrible staying back, but she was petrified.
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Wearing --- Music ---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 | 4/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cassandra was still outside at the time, sitting next to their motel room door. She had turned back on her music and had been relaxing a bit more. She had finally calmed down a bit, and had looked over at the parking lot. She saw Hana and Sam talking in the distance, but from where she was she couldn't hear them or see them in great detail. She noticed something off about how the conversation had changed, and the movements seemed odd too. But she tried to ignore it. Then something else in the parking lot grabbed her attention. They seemed to be teenage girls but the were fighting over something. She allowed for curiosity to sink in and she walked a bit closer to get a better look. When she got close enough to realize they were fighting over a severed leg, she backed up quickly in panic. She turned her head to look over at Hana and Sam again, and the conversation there seemed to take a turn for the worst as well, she saw Hana hanging limp from Sam's grasp around her neck and she wanted to scream but did not wish to draw attention from the teenage girls. It didn't matter though, she watched the two bolt towards Sam and Hana, and Cassandra stared in fear. She didn't want Hana to die, but at the same time she figured welcoming karma to strangle Sam back would have been fine. But she didn't want Hana to die, and that feeling overwhelmed the rest. "Sam! Look out!" She screamed from where she was standing. She hoped he would hear it from where she was, then she ran back towards the motel room. She pulled the box out of her bag and grabbed Hasah, she didn't want it to open yet but she wanted it in her hand. She didn't dare turn around, she didn't want to know if she was being chased after. Cassandra quickly got to the room, and opened the door and slammed it shut behind her then screamed, "Hay Sun! Joslyn! Get the hell out of bed before I have to fucking make you!" she then turned and locked the door behind her, then looked through the peep-hole in the door to check to see if she was followed.
thank you ^_^
oh look, another thing us normies can do. hooray~ I'm not going to go into the swearing/excessively obscene section. It seems to have already been covered. I have another part I want to bring up. In the Roleplaying Arena as well as Writer's Nook, I have seen and written posts that have included violence(not so much gore) and I do not know if it is clarified what is "too violent" (I feel like with gore it is a bit more obvious) Is it too violent when the entire thing involves just killing and fighting? Or is it too violent when someone details a death in a more gruesome way? Or when "minimum" is said, do you mean the quantity of posts with violence. I just want clarification with that. Okay... imagine there is a group called the Broccoli Eaters. And let us say people in the Broccoli Eaters... burned a pile of celery and it gets on the news because everyone was so upset about the celery. Now we have the section for current events, and lets say someone posts it here, and I am in the Broccoli Eaters and I post defending the situation or something without saying I am a Broccoli Eater, and another person posts back saying, "All Broccoli Eaters are vicious cold-hearted celery burners." Is that considered an attack on the Broccoli Eaters?
