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Creative Center / Re: all my bridges i have burned | STORAGE + CHAT
« Last post by DARWIN. on Today at 02:16:44 PM »
Monday - He's sad, distressed, and wishing he didn't procrastinate everything. Monday feels hopeless and exhausted, and he has to often force motivation out after putting things off. He has an intense slouch and is extremely sleepy, and he finds himself shuffling into the background of life, blending in and mindlessly working with tendencies to underperform, and he regrets every second of it, wishing that things could just be done with. Monday drags his feet where he goes and is always on the verge of smacking anyone rude, and Monday finds himself overworking yet failing miserably. Adores Sunday.

Tuesday - They're casual, and always venting to family and friends. Exhausted but they try their best, and they always just want approval. They somehow are never good enough at anything, and they can't figure out what to do. Self esteem issues. They try to make the most of their day, but often they can stare lost trying to understand what to do. They often have extreme moodswings, going from sad, to happy, to grouchy. No matter what, they can still shine through in your day and make it better, and they have a generous heart. They tend to be friends with almost everyone

Wednesday - She's numb, slightly lacking of emotion. She forgets she is human at all, and has come to believe things are the way they are and that they will never change. She's come to accept a simple life, and she finds herself never picking up any hobbies. She has a perfect sleep schedule and eating schedule, and Wednesday can be a favorite among bosses or teachers by her little miss perfect performances. A bit of a micromanager, just wants shit done with. Has no friends

Thursday - Hopeful, optimistic, and working hard towards gaining freedom towards burden. She overthinks a ton, and she has burdensome exhaustion weighing down on her. Yet she remains sitting, waiting for better days, and she makes the most of everything. Thursday can get along decently with others, hospitable at the very least, but it's clear she's just charging through life mindless of what others are doing or thinking. Best friends with Friday.

Friday - Lover of freedom, he's always planning vacations for other people, particularly Saturday. He's talkative, kind, friendly, and at times impulsive, especially at night. Insomniac, bingeeating, and makes all his decisions at 4AM after crying into a pillow about why no one else is awake. Obsessed with TV shows, a tad introverted. Has a crush on Saturday

Saturday - Free roaming party girl, she does whatever she wants whenever she wants. She probably just downed a large coffee with a bottle of vodka at 10am, and friendships can hop place to place, going from lover to enemy, and often she's forgotten your name. She can always be found at clubs or way overspending in the mall, and she lives with her filthy rich parents. Kind of a walking talking "girl's just wanna have fun". Sick of being told what to do and won't listen.

Sunday - They doom the inevitable, and they have intense religious struggles. They mope in church corridors and go back and forth between what faith they follow, and they have intense fear of the future, even having panic attacks at times when they consider that the future might be cruel or even kind. They numbly follow in the paths of parties and fun, but as they do it they feel empty inside. Hates Monday

edit;; scratch the stuff abt like having romantic crushes ive decided these are some.of the 30 children that belong to the 12 months of whom are in a polyamorous relationship
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OOC Discussion / Re: BADLANDS CHAT THREAD V.3
« Last post by J on Today at 01:58:58 PM »
leg dabs in

why havent iposted here w j's sub
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Flintlock Lodge / near dead / joining, open.
« Last post by JAVIER. on Today at 01:17:57 PM »
Javier has never had a proper Christmas.

Instead, it was filled with unresolved family tensions, his father too filled with sorrow of what he's lost to pay much mind to bringing the spirit. His mother, she tried to do her best. Little reusable gifts under Christmas trees, remnants of what she could find. She was the one who brought his passion to him when his curiosity only was a wisp of what his father presented in pictures and newspaper clippings, where it seems as if he's at his happiest. The one who gave him the materials needed to begin to play, most times by himself as his oldest brother rather sulk in his room than do much else. As Javier got older, he'd become the only one to retain that little part of his father that he lost, baseball outside even the snow, and Javier would pass it on to both his niece and nephew later in life. Bring them that holiday spirit that he'd lacked as a child. It was the least he could do when their father left them as he couldn't bring himself to admit it, even when their mother wanted to. They'd been a nomadic group of four going onto three years now, the stories of his father, mother, and brother nothing but a whisper in the wind. It was important to look forward now, to not dwell on what he's lost.

Only he's losing once again. His niece and nephew, Adam and Stella and their mother, Grace. For awhile, they'd been lucky, the routes they chose usually were the safest. They weren't too familiar with trouble as they were with lacking their basic necessities in survival and so maybe, they did get a little reckless. Wandered into the wrong house with supplies. Got attacked when their back was turned and for what? A can of beans or two? Javier has never really been alone but for protection's sake, he put himself in that position to be; they'd stripped him clean with nothing but his bat, tattered t-shirt and jeans. They'd kicked his ass, the bruises that riddled his body, the black eye the most prominent of all, bound to last him two weeks at the least, his body aching. He'd served as a distraction for his family and now he had no clue as to where they were. He just doesn't think he could handle the idea of losing something twice.

He wants to look for them, but can't under his condition. Blood pools into his eyes every time another wound is reopened and he's managed to strip a corpse of it's old hoodie, but it doesn't do much, especially by nightfall. He's afraid if he doesn't find somewhere to settle soon, he'd be dead and if Grace didn't think he was already, they'd search for him like all of them had searched for his brother, an endless and pathetic cycle all to dawn onto the same conclusion. Admitting his defeat has always been a difficult process for him, he's liked to pain himself through a challenge til' he was all weak-kneed and bloodied, and his brother hated him for that. He did know he wasn't superhuman, though. The times before seemed to just work in his favor with a little bit of effort, but not this. He staggering into snow that nearly reaches his knees and it looks as if the snow isn't letting him any time.

It's the first time he prays like his mother used to, and just by chance he sees a building.

There could be bandits, waiting to prowl on their weakest victims, but he takes it by the slim chance that the world was a little more good than it was bad, that if there was someone in there they would see he has nothing to offer and bring him in out of empathy, waiting to allow himself to be welcomed by whatever person there would be to greet him.
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Character Creation / Re: ( DESPERATE ) hayley chase
« Last post by HAYLEY on Today at 12:42:22 PM »
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The Badlands / Re: THE THINGS YOU SAY ARE NEVER RIGHT -- open, settling in
« Last post by J on Today at 11:26:28 AM »
J swiftly noted the way the other's hand reached for his belt, and his own hand darted down to his, a slight sign of both wariness and readiness. Eyes narrowing a bit, he offered a slightly loopy smile and listened to Cat.

Snickering, he listened to the brief exchange between Cat and Russel. Clearly not the answer most likely, or maybe a metaphor? Cat didn't seem like a metaphor type of guy, and anyway, they might not actually know. He listened to Russel's explanation now, nothing really too useful for him to know though. Bleh. Not even a name. "Yikes." He sighed, though seemed to move on from that conversation quickly. "Where'd ya get your horse? What's his name? He's a beaut."
 
Spoiler: EVERYTHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO FEAR | TAGS; 12/1/2018 • show
Bio | J | Sometimes goes by Gus | Cisgender male
Unknown age; appears to be middle-aged | Birthday unknown
TNW: Badlands | Loyal to self & Johannes
Orientation is complicated | Single | No interest in anyone

Albino | Reference & Reference
6'5; typically between 155 and 160 lbs. Looks sickly and spindly.
Has bright green eyes contrasing chalk white skin, the most obvious feature about him
Dark green curly hair that looks to be incredibly ungroomed, messily chopped to his shoulders.
Wears whatever he wants, often goofy t-shirts with pajama shorts. Littered in scars.
85% HEALTH | Blind in left eye, keeps the eye closed at all times. Has a slight limp in his right heel, and if observed closely right heel appears shorter than the other after a surgery.

Chaotic Evil | Essentially, J can be captured as cold, goofy, chaotic, giggly, thoughtful, short-tempered, intelligent, and impulsive. He's a bad sort of guy, and he doesn't see the purpose of peace and calm. He thinks it's funny to torment others, especially in odd and unusual ways, and he can make anything into a joke. J has the ability to pick up on things shockingly fast, and he can formulate mastermind ideas in the matter of seconds. Overall, he's a danger to society, including himself with his pranks and fatal stunts.

85/100 Physical Difficulty | 88/100 Psychological Difficulty | 98/100 Short-Term Recovery
Great endurance and speed, but pathetic in terms of strength, so pathetic in fact he couldn't escape a grip of a sick elder by sheer strength alone. Thinks fast, great with weapons.
Keeps a knife with him at all times in pockets and a handgun. Uses a crowbar as a cane.
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses (@ J does not work) | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.
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The Badlands / Re: 「 JUST BEAT IT : OPEN 」
« Last post by J on Today at 10:56:07 AM »
J, admittedly, had a soft spot for harmless people getting picked on, at least as long as J wasn't who was picking on them since he was a complete hypocrite. Gabriel was a gentle kid, and, yeah, he doesn't fit in here. Empathy was not too strong when he watched the scene, but it was there in a tiny pinch at his mind. He decided not to do anything - just watch, face impossible to read. J himself wasn't sure how he felt, but also, it seemed that Willow was going to protect him. Bleh, this wasn't his business anyway.
 
Spoiler: EVERYTHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO FEAR | TAGS; 12/1/2018 • show
Bio | J | Sometimes goes by Gus | Cisgender male
Unknown age; appears to be middle-aged | Birthday unknown
TNW: Badlands | Loyal to self & Johannes
Orientation is complicated | Single | No interest in anyone

Albino | Reference & Reference
6'5; typically between 155 and 160 lbs. Looks sickly and spindly.
Has bright green eyes contrasing chalk white skin, the most obvious feature about him
Dark green curly hair that looks to be incredibly ungroomed, messily chopped to his shoulders.
Wears whatever he wants, often goofy t-shirts with pajama shorts. Littered in scars.
85% HEALTH | Blind in left eye, keeps the eye closed at all times. Has a slight limp in his right heel, and if observed closely right heel appears shorter than the other after a surgery.

Chaotic Evil | Essentially, J can be captured as cold, goofy, chaotic, giggly, thoughtful, short-tempered, intelligent, and impulsive. He's a bad sort of guy, and he doesn't see the purpose of peace and calm. He thinks it's funny to torment others, especially in odd and unusual ways, and he can make anything into a joke. J has the ability to pick up on things shockingly fast, and he can formulate mastermind ideas in the matter of seconds. Overall, he's a danger to society, including himself with his pranks and fatal stunts.

85/100 Physical Difficulty | 88/100 Psychological Difficulty | 98/100 Short-Term Recovery
Great endurance and speed, but pathetic in terms of strength, so pathetic in fact he couldn't escape a grip of a sick elder by sheer strength alone. Thinks fast, great with weapons.
Keeps a knife with him at all times in pockets and a handgun. Uses a crowbar as a cane.
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses (@ J does not work) | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.
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The Badlands / Re: 「 love is a bad word 」 open, joining
« Last post by J on Today at 10:49:48 AM »
J had been following Sheogorath a bit, not really in a stalky way, or, well, following someone probably can't be not stalky. But he loomed on from the shadows, curiously studying the other with interest. Admittedly, he'd like to do that too, but a part of him worried about judgement. Stabbing someone and putting ornaments in their wounds was one thing, but playing dinosaur? Imagine the judgement!

But soon Sheogorath had lead him to a strange woman, and J curiously studied her. She was tall, but she had those youthful features. Perhaps a young adult or a late teenager? She didn't look like someone who belonged here, but he knew looks deceived. "What sorta dinosaur? I'll play with you." J offered with a grin, but then his interest had completely gone to her. "Who are you, by the way?
 
Spoiler: EVERYTHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO FEAR | TAGS; 12/1/2018 • show
Bio | J | Sometimes goes by Gus | Cisgender male
Unknown age; appears to be middle-aged | Birthday unknown
TNW: Badlands | Loyal to self & Johannes
Orientation is complicated | Single | No interest in anyone

Albino | Reference & Reference
6'5; typically between 155 and 160 lbs. Looks sickly and spindly.
Has bright green eyes contrasing chalk white skin, the most obvious feature about him
Dark green curly hair that looks to be incredibly ungroomed, messily chopped to his shoulders.
Wears whatever he wants, often goofy t-shirts with pajama shorts. Littered in scars.
85% HEALTH | Blind in left eye, keeps the eye closed at all times. Has a slight limp in his right heel, and if observed closely right heel appears shorter than the other after a surgery.

Chaotic Evil | Essentially, J can be captured as cold, goofy, chaotic, giggly, thoughtful, short-tempered, intelligent, and impulsive. He's a bad sort of guy, and he doesn't see the purpose of peace and calm. He thinks it's funny to torment others, especially in odd and unusual ways, and he can make anything into a joke. J has the ability to pick up on things shockingly fast, and he can formulate mastermind ideas in the matter of seconds. Overall, he's a danger to society, including himself with his pranks and fatal stunts.

85/100 Physical Difficulty | 88/100 Psychological Difficulty | 98/100 Short-Term Recovery
Great endurance and speed, but pathetic in terms of strength, so pathetic in fact he couldn't escape a grip of a sick elder by sheer strength alone. Thinks fast, great with weapons.
Keeps a knife with him at all times in pockets and a handgun. Uses a crowbar as a cane.
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses (@ J does not work) | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.
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The Badlands / Re: HOW STEADFAST ARE YOUR BRANCHES | open, "christmas tree"
« Last post by J on Today at 10:41:18 AM »
tw for gore n violence

J eyed Cat, shaking his head. "No. But I can make it greener. I probably have some leftover green paint." Why J had green paint was nobody's business. He watched as Russel stabbed the ornament into the person's thigh, probably a bit hard to push through the skin with it, but the boy managed. His idea to carve openings for the ornaments however, was interrupted by Russel's genius plan.

"I got firewood at my house." J stated. No matches or lighter, but damn, he liked this kid. Grinning, he was getting the knife out his pockets when he heard Willow's rude remark. Lip curling, J spun to stare her down. He hated that word, and placing a stern hand on his hips, he scowled.

"How rude. If you don't like it go somewhere else." J hissed out, seething with rage. Green eyes with a bright poisonous look to them, he whipped around to return to his victim. What was supposed to be carving turned into a ruthless stabbing, twisting deep into his tree's side, which made the tree scream. How odd! A screaming tree. Ignoring the cries as blood spilled to his skin, he felt comforted now. Call him a freak, will she? He could show her freak. Huffing, he took an ornament and stuck it deep into the wound, leaving it with the knife.
 
Spoiler: EVERYTHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO FEAR | TAGS; 12/1/2018 • show
Bio | J | Sometimes goes by Gus | Cisgender male
Unknown age; appears to be middle-aged | Birthday unknown
TNW: Badlands | Loyal to self & Johannes
Orientation is complicated | Single | No interest in anyone

Albino | Reference & Reference
6'5; typically between 155 and 160 lbs. Looks sickly and spindly.
— Has bright green eyes contrasing chalk white skin, the most obvious feature about him
— Dark green curly hair that looks to be incredibly ungroomed, messily chopped to his shoulders.
— Wears whatever he wants, often goofy t-shirts with pajama shorts. Littered in scars.
85% HEALTH | Blind in left eye, keeps the eye closed at all times. Has a slight limp in his right heel, and if observed closely right heel appears shorter than the other after a surgery.

Chaotic Evil | Essentially, J can be captured as cold, goofy, chaotic, giggly, thoughtful, short-tempered, intelligent, and impulsive. He's a bad sort of guy, and he doesn't see the purpose of peace and calm. He thinks it's funny to torment others, especially in odd and unusual ways, and he can make anything into a joke. J has the ability to pick up on things shockingly fast, and he can formulate mastermind ideas in the matter of seconds. Overall, he's a danger to society, including himself with his pranks and fatal stunts.

85/100 Physical Difficulty | 88/100 Psychological Difficulty | 98/100 Short-Term Recovery
Great endurance and speed, but pathetic in terms of strength, so pathetic in fact he couldn't escape a grip of a sick elder by sheer strength alone. Thinks fast, great with weapons.
— Keeps a knife with him at all times in pockets and a handgun. Uses a crowbar as a cane.
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses (@ J does not work) | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.
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The Badlands / Re: GET GROOVIN | open, training session
« Last post by J on Today at 10:29:40 AM »
J felt satisfied when Sheogorath made his way up to him, and his gaze drifted to Cat. They had a good question, and he felt a smile slide to his face to hear that they would be participating. "Pick your side, but if there's too many in one team I'll rearrange it." J answered.

And now, innocent ol Gabe approached. Hah. Silly boy. "Sure we will! Just bruises and scratches though, if I see any maulings I'll be the one causing a mauling." J had a perfectly gentle smile as he said this. "You have to be able to handle the pain of basic bruises and scratches, y'know." Being thrusted into battle blindly was how J learned, at least.
 
Spoiler: EVERYTHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO FEAR | TAGS; 12/1/2018 • show
Bio | J | Sometimes goes by Gus | Cisgender male
Unknown age; appears to be middle-aged | Birthday unknown
TNW: Badlands | Loyal to self & Johannes
Orientation is complicated | Single | No interest in anyone

Albino | Reference & Reference
6'5; typically between 155 and 160 lbs. Looks sickly and spindly.
Has bright green eyes contrasing chalk white skin, the most obvious feature about him
Dark green curly hair that looks to be incredibly ungroomed, messily chopped to his shoulders.
Wears whatever he wants, often goofy t-shirts with pajama shorts. Littered in scars.
85% HEALTH | Blind in left eye, keeps the eye closed at all times. Has a slight limp in his right heel, and if observed closely right heel appears shorter than the other after a surgery.

Chaotic Evil | Essentially, J can be captured as cold, goofy, chaotic, giggly, thoughtful, short-tempered, intelligent, and impulsive. He's a bad sort of guy, and he doesn't see the purpose of peace and calm. He thinks it's funny to torment others, especially in odd and unusual ways, and he can make anything into a joke. J has the ability to pick up on things shockingly fast, and he can formulate mastermind ideas in the matter of seconds. Overall, he's a danger to society, including himself with his pranks and fatal stunts.

85/100 Physical Difficulty | 88/100 Psychological Difficulty | 98/100 Short-Term Recovery
Great endurance and speed, but pathetic in terms of strength, so pathetic in fact he couldn't escape a grip of a sick elder by sheer strength alone. Thinks fast, great with weapons.
Keeps a knife with him at all times in pockets and a handgun. Uses a crowbar as a cane.
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses (@ J does not work) | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.
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