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Advanced Roleplay / falling in love, now [p]
« on: August 04, 2019, 10:18:32 PM »
omar aslan tariq
Looking back on any memory before the war was like looking through a mirror slowly being consumed by the fog that filled the bathroom. Omar could make out what happened but even then, the memories were becoming hazier and hazier with each passing day. And try as he might to wipe away the fog surrounding his mind, desperately trying to hold on to any moment before this hell, it always seemed to fade away just as he began to see it clearly. There he was, right where he began. It was hard to tell what was crueler; having been thrown in such a cruel and unforgiving environment or having known life outside of it. He now knew the cruelty of taking candy from a baby. Of teasing it with the sweetest candy it could ever dream of. To let it have a taste of it before ripping it away from the child and laughing as it cried. He wondered how long it would take until it stopped hurting. Until the child inside him forgot what the sweet tasted like and stopped crying.

Life during the war seemed to pass so quickly, despite the war having taken place over the span of 3 years. It was like one second they were announcing new tensions with another country and the next... everything was destroyed. It's ironic really, how easily it had been laughed off at first. How no one could have imagined at the time that things would've escalated so quickly. No one thought anything would ever happen. Nothing ever has, not American soil. So it took the country by shock when the first strike happened. Thousands wiped out in seconds. So many lives take over what? Money? Power? Secrets? Did it even matter? The second, third, and fourth strikes came as no surprise. In fact, they had prepared the citizens by then.

Oh but the fifth one? No one was ready for the fifth one.

It wasn't as though biological warfare was some sort of science fiction that although all the conspiracy theorists loved, was completely out of the question. Anyone knew the threat was very real. That if some country decided to spread the small pox virus into the country, there was little that they could do. After all, there were only two places in the world that kept it, how could a country mass produce vaccinations? But what they sent wasn't small pox. Oh no, small pox would've almost been a blessing in comparison to what they sent. Of course the government couldn't let out what it was, they couldn't let the people know that they were all royally fucked. Naturally, they tried to contain it.  The only problem was that no one knew what "it" was. That is until it had spread beyond anyone's beliefs.

Nothing really mattered after that.

The only thing that mattered after the war was survival. Not just survival from those creatures born in the depths of hell, but of the human race itself. It was like over 200,000 of evolution was completely wiped from the species as they began to turn on each other. It was a dog eats dog world and there was nothing anyone could do about it. At first, other countries tried to send in relief to the USA, but as the disease slowly began to spread to other countries, foreign nations around the world began shutting their doors to anyone seeking help or relief. They were all alone, dealing the mess that was made on their behalf.


Surviving wasn't nearly as easy as television had made it to be. All those shows about living in nature or surviving the apocalypse never seemed to fully capture the true effort and discipline required to continue living. Things weren't always going to be ok, in fact, things haven't been ok at all. It was a struggle to wake up in the morning, to keep going after the first mile, to hunt, to boil water all the time and pray that it was still safe to drink. It was a struggle to keep guard at all the time in fear of something being looked over by one of the two sets of eyes that they had. It was a struggle knowing that throughout all the difficulties and all the hardships that Omar and his husband went through on a day to day basis, his husband was still dying.

The news wasn't anything new, in fact they had been very aware of his husband's condition even before the war. But now more than ever, Omar needed his husband by his side. The thought of going through this alone scared him more than anything. The man absolutely refused to let his husband die on him, however selfish it might have been. Most of their time and effort was spent travelling hospital to hospital, pharmacy to pharmacy in a desperate hope of finding the medication that his significant other needed.

Turning his head just a bit to the side, Omar looked at his husband and offered a smile. "Do you wanna take a break?" he asked, fully aware of how easily the other got fatigued. They had been travelling since morning up, trying to reach a newer, much safer place to stay for awhile. The Turkish man knew that he had been pushing it trying to get his husband to travel such a distance in such a short amount of time but there really was no choice. They had to leave their old place; it simply wasn't safe anymore. There was absolutely no way he was putting that man in any more danger than he already was. "It's about time to take our medicine anyways, love"

//sorry it's trash bby ;u;

(okay @lunafreya i am working on redoing these posts
i'm just using my own fancypost template for these posts, but you can change it/make your own once we're all caught up!))

Northstar District / The Graveyard [ seeing black and white - open ]
« on: May 23, 2019, 05:29:54 PM »

— most people wouldn’t find much use in going to a graveyard, especially one as overgrown and outdated as the one in northstar territory. however, there was something about these places that simply brought such… ease onto zachary. that wasn’t the best description, but in a place so calm, meant for people to peacefully rest in eternal slumber.. it was hard to view it was a terrifyingly haunted place while it was so peacefully quiet. it was the perfect place for someone as introverted as zachary to be. and definitely a place that inspired creativity.

overgrown felt like an understatement. as z wandered through the foliage and greenery, notebook and pencil in hand, he glanced around with curious eyes. some of the tombstones were covered with vines and shrubbery, so old that it looked like the names had almost completely faded. once he was in about the middle of the graveyard, he slowed to a gradual stop and looked around. he’d wanted to draw (his hands still had their ever-present tremble, but he was determined to get back into the hobby of his that he loved so dearly).

squinting, he glanced around for what might be the best scenery to draw - however, it was hard to when he wasn’t wearing his glasses, basically blind as a bat at that point. he hated wearing glasses in front of others- especially since his better pair of the two had been broken - though, now, he supposed, wasn’t the worst time. he dug in his shirt pocket, taking the wire frame glasses out of their case to put them on. still, though, it looked like being able to read the names on the headstones was long gone. sauntering towards a nearby stone, he brushed the vines and foliage out of the way, thumb gently tracing over where the letters had once been. squinting, and trying to read the barely-there lettering.

//ring ring hello did anyone order a shitpost

OOC Discussion / [ shooting stars and satellites - journal ]
« on: May 09, 2019, 02:10:56 PM »
5/9/2039 | entry 1 | 17 days in northstar

it seems only logical to start a journal about my experiences in this new place. the only difficult part in the matter was finding a journal. now that i've finally found one, i'm excited to finally start writing. i feel like i'm a bit rusty when it comes to writing my thoughts, but i've missed it more than i'd like to admit.

so far, i've met a couple of interesting people these last seventeen days. meeting green calling him greenie doesn't sit right with me yet on that first day was interesting enough. however, there's more where he came from, that's for sure. they're all good folks, though. there's doesn't appear to be anyone here with ill will towards another. it's a nice change of pace to be able to be around these people. i'm still on edge around them, but i feel like as i get to know them, maybe someday i'll get to... trust most of them. who knows what the future holds, after all?

i like to think that i'm fitting in quite nicely. i don't want to speak too soon on things and say that i belong here. there's no feeling like the final pieces to a puzzle have been put together. however, i feel at ease. i feel welcome. i could almost say that i feel safe, here.. this, of course, is still up in the air-- but i feel like the longer i stay here, the more at home i will feel. again, time can only tell.

i'll come back with updates whenever i have the time, or possibly even leave little drabbles. we'll see.

- z

okay so since z is a creative soul, loving writing and drawing and everything, i made this lil journal.
i'm going to have z make a couple journal entries just to kinda write about his progress in northstar and also as like a heartchart but without all the effort/coding. tracks and comments and everything are welcome af but who knows how long i'll stick with this.
we shall seeee

Northstar District / [ the skin we're in - joining ]
« on: April 22, 2019, 10:26:29 PM »

— traveling was really wearing on him. every day, waking up just so he could walk a couple extra miles and rest again for the next day. the bag on his shoulders felt heavier than it had been in the morning, and his feet almost dragged across the ground. just a bit further and perhaps he’d let himself rest for the day. the sun was beginning to set, and he wasn’t necessarily one to travel through the dark. things were dangerous enough in broad daylight; there was no way in hell he was going to be wandering around in the dead of night. it simply wasn’t safe, and z knew better than that.

something caught his eye in the distance. he could just see it, especially if he squinted his eyes just a little bit. a city. that could be promising. the closer he got, the more he began to figure that this city wasn’t entirely abandoned. for the life of him he couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. people meant safety in numbers- no, simply, people meant safety. that was, if they were good people, themselves.

plus, while he didn’t want to admit it, he had to be honest with himself. he couldn’t keep traveling on his own, anymore. as independent and antisocial as he wanted to be, this wasn’t the kind of world where you could make it on your own, anymore.

he slowed his pace just slightly once he got close enough to the city, squinting his eyes slightly. ah. looked like there - might? be people there. he needed a better look at this. he slung his bag off on shoulder, just so he could dig through it for his glasses. still walking, he found his eyeglass case, pulling it out of the bag. taking the thick-framed glasses out of their case, shaky hands unfolded them, only to-- drop them during the process. that was when he halted, turning abruptly to try and look for the glasses-- just for the sudden pressure under his foot, and the light crunch to make him tense.

this was extremely unlucky.

carefully moving his foot, he bent down to pick up his favorite pair of glasses, peering through their cracked lenses - yep. there were definitely people nearby. definitely people who had seen that whole fiasco. he tried to shake it off as he reached for his spares, wire frames that he did not at all care for. he was definitely anti-glasses; but he might as well actually see the people he was talking to, right? throwing them on, he blinked a few times before he started walking forward again, to try and meet some of the people here.

/cruddy but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Character Creation / [ the story never ends - zachary johnson ]
« on: April 21, 2019, 11:04:42 PM »
zachary johnson
"with who we are today
'could never make amends for what we've done,
tainted blood"

Character Creation / [ just a broken machine - luka fox ]
« on: March 14, 2019, 09:53:21 AM »
luka fox
"i'm just a broken machine
not who i used to be"

Creative Center / big phat dump - dump
« on: February 18, 2019, 10:30:42 PM »
honestly this is not to be aesthetic this
is for me to leave my garbage
so i don't lose it


Character Creation / [ heart feels like a ghost - addy douglas ]
« on: February 18, 2019, 10:58:37 AM »
adelbert jay douglas
"my head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost
i need to feel something, 'cause i'm still so far from home"

Advanced Roleplay / [ it's a glorious gone - p ]
« on: February 15, 2019, 08:38:53 PM »
aika "a" seo-yeon
hands shoved in his sweatshirt’s pockets, he strolled through the city, sauntering through the shadows. part of him was convinced that these people could see him and his teenage antics every moment of every day. whether he snuck around at godawful hours or if he walked in broad daylight, it would make no difference to the brothers. he still couldn’t bring it in himself to stop from doing so. no warning had showed up at his house, nothing bad had happened so far, after all the years he’d been doing it. it was just a boy doing boy things; how dangerous could that possibly be? rui never was a fan of sneaking out past curfew but, honestly, aika couldn’t bring himself to worry.

see, rui worried too much. in an odd way, perhaps that was why the two of them got along so well. rui was the cowardly lion, while a was the brave soldier. the yin and the yang. they’d basically grown up together - childhood friends - and had been inseparable ever since. everyone in the wall had someone they’d miraculously known ever since they could remember, though; it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, he supposed. just. something about aika and rui’s friendship was… better, he supposed.

or maybe he was just a bit biased.

he came to a stop once he neared the familiar house, wandering towards the same place he stood most nights as he picked up some pebbles from the landscaping they had done at their house. for a moment he stood there, running his tongue over his lip before taking the wind-up and throwing the pebble up to the window. click. and then he waited. nothing came. oh, don’t tell him rui was already sleeping. he threw another pebble- click. nothing. another--

and then there was rui, opening the window and barely missing the launched pebble. “about time! what took you so long?” he whisper-shouted to the other, feeling his lips tugging into the faintest of smirks as he shoved his hands back in his pockets. “c’mon, get out here and let’s go.” he didn’t even leave room for rui to protest. he knew whatever he said went in their friendship. i mean… although it hadn’t been that long since they’d gone to their little hiding place, away from the rest of the world, aika always found himself wanting to go, wanting that breath of fresh air that he hadn’t known was missing from his life. a glimpse of… what was that word? freedom. it wasn’t a word that was commonly used, anymore. did rui feel this ‘freedom’ too? he didn’t know; he’d have to ask, sometime.

Flintlock Lodge / [ with the brim pulled way down low - joining ]
« on: February 08, 2019, 06:06:15 PM »

— why he decided to go to possibly the coldest place imaginable, he wouldn’t know. damn, it was like he was heading straight to antarctica at this rate. crossing his arms over his chest, he drew his worn-out coat tighter around his frame. teeth gritting on the stick of the sucker that was in his mouth. he had heard about a group being over here, though- and, while he hated to admit that he needed someone’s company in this world, he knew that it was the truth. he’d been gone for a few weeks, having left his group after coming to the decision that those fuckers had been completely useless to him-- actually meaning, that they had kicked him to the curb because they didn’t want to execute any of his insane and unobtainable ideas. that, and he got them into more trouble than anything else.

screw them, then.

he was climbing up a slope, only slowing once he got to the top of it. looking down, he caught sight of arguably the last thing that should’ve been out there-- a group of people, walking. they must’ve been on patrol or something. patrolling. for a moment he stood and stared, face stoic. the next, he was in motion, crouching down to gather up snow into his hands, generally unfazed by the burning cold sensation it caused. he did this until it was a perfect weapon; a perfectly sculpted snowball. speaking of insane and unobtainable ideas. swirling the sucker around in his mouth, he closed one eye as he worked on his aim, and then dramatically chucked it at the unaware group.

the snowball went downhill and then collided rather harshly with a girl in the group - dark hair, overall looking like a bad ass - and it took everything in ezra to keep back the laughter. instead he smirked as he wandered down the slope, closer to the group. “what, did i bring a snowball to a gunfight?” ezra had always been one for dramatic entrances and exits, and if he was going to be known for pelting someone with a snowball, then so be it.

//just a heads up. he totally pelted micah with the snowball. just clearing that up.

OOC Discussion / [ i'm just burning out - plot with ezra ]
« on: February 07, 2019, 03:59:46 PM »

okay here is ezra's plotting thread! he hasn't joined yet but he will be joining within the next day or so

 he's a real asshole but he can be won over by lollipops and sugar

he's open to friendships, enemies, frenemies, romance, helping others learn how to fight, getting in fights with others, being a drinking buddy, or getting into trouble somehow

he's closed for killing others, dying, and all that other risky business

ooh look tags
Spoiler: tags • show

General — biograhpy (major wip)
▪ ezra smith | ez, e, bitch - call him ezzy and he'll never talk to you again
▪ cis male | he/him
▪ 21 | may fifth | ages real time
▪ flintlock lodge
▪ the bubblegum bitch

Physical — reference
▪ 5'6'' | lithe figure | walks with confidence |
▪ curly, dark brown hair | hazel eyes that look more green than anything
▪ half-lidded eyes that make him look constantly unimpressed, lovely jawline
▪ dresses in dark colors to suit his not-so-cheery mood
▪ professional eye-roller
▪ physical health: 100%
▪ mental health: 95%
— minor injuries: none
— major injuries: none

Personality — estp
▪ bratty, sarcastic, confident
▪ blunt, insensitive
▪ witty, quick with a comeback
▪ smart, though uses it more for personal gain than the greater good
▪ likes to be a rebel
▪ can talk to just about anyone without any anxiety
▪ anxiety is a foreign concept to him

+ relaxed, works well under pressure, nobody is a stranger, blunt, doesn't beat around the bush
▪ speaks fluent sarcasm, has a hella big sweet tooth
— insensitive, impatient, stubborn, takes big risks without much thought

Relationships — heartchart COMING SOON
▪ homosexual and always dtf (will make out with any gender any time) | monogamous but also more of a one-night stand kind of guy. relationships are hard for him
▪ single | crushing on nobody HA | maybe crushing on... we'll see

Interaction — plotting thread COMING SOON
▪ physically easy | mentally easy, seeing as he says everything that's on his mind
▪ self-taught in fighting
▪ best at hands-on combat
▪ if you hurt him, it's an eye for an eye my friend

Character Creation / [ eyes like a car crash - ezra ]
« on: February 07, 2019, 02:44:56 PM »
ezra smith
"i watch you like a hawk
i watch you like i'm gonna tear you limb from limb
will the hunger ever stop?
can we simply starve this sin?"
Spoiler: gif storage • show

Character Creation / [ everything is cherries on top - logan lawson ]
« on: February 06, 2019, 08:10:09 PM »
logan cain lawson
"i wanna be free, i wanna be loved
i wanna be more than you're thinking of"

OOC Discussion / [ come away to the water - plot with mickey ]
« on: February 04, 2019, 10:41:11 PM »

okay so yes i really want to get mickey more active in flintlock. i made some rather rushed/simple tags below for my troubled boi.

i kind of was looking to see if there'd be a love interest he could have- but i would want it to be in such a way that he ends up breaking up with them when things begin to get too serious between them. it'd be hard for the two of them, and honestly that'd be iconic.

he's open to friendships, enemies, romance, helping others learn how to fight and/or teaching basic medical knowledge, helping with injuries, etc. i'm honestly all ears.

he's closed for killing others, dying, doing anything that generally doesn't seem like the right thing to do. he's troubled but he's a good boy at heart.

Spoiler: tags • show
& mickey serge
& 31 years old
& suffers from ptsd
& loves kids and dogs- not necessarily in that order

& 6'1 / Not very muscular but isn't skinny
& lithe figure. has slight muscle definition/tone
& dark hair, blue eyes, prominent cheek bones
& dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep/insomnia
& can come off as intimidating.
& generally stoic
& facelcaim is cillian murphy REFERENCE HERE

& used to be very friendly and charming. over the years, though, he has become more distant and quiet. he won't be rude, but he'd be more reserved than he once was
& finds it hard to trust people right away.
& has confidence and general leadership skills. doesn't mind calling the shots.
& very intelligent man with extensive medical knowledge
& a very soft nature that has been lost from his gang days, but makes brief appearances from time to time.
& loves a good smoke

& homosexual, hasn't fully come to terms with it/accepted it
& ex-fiance of ellie rose
& still hasn't quite gotten over the breakup
& has a hard time trusting people, letting people in
& open for friendships

& grew up as an only child in a rich family
& was going to med school before hell broke loose
& became the boss of a gang until things got too dangerous for him and ellie, then they fled
& he didn't realize he was gay until way into his and ellie's relationship, and has had a hard time letting anyone else in ever since

Character Creation / [ exaggerate a memory or two - gallery ]
« on: February 04, 2019, 04:25:36 PM »
ely's character gallery
character gallery. huge wip but let's see how this goes!!

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