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Advanced Roleplay / quite like you — p.
« on: December 10, 2018, 05:17:34 PM »
"Can you please just give me a ride to school? I don't wanna fill gas yet." She rapped her fingers gently against the rusty red truck, pulling on her best, most pitiful look as her neighbour exited his house. She could see the exasperation on his face as she swallowed back the giggle threatening to escape her lips. In all seriousness, she did pull this stunt more often than she should, though he never really did say no, either. Truth is, the two of them strived to be as irksome as possible towards one another. Little things, like incessantly blowing up each other's phones or, like today, hitching rides. One of Bambi's favourite things. Though she could drive to school on her own, why would she when she could just use up someone else's gas?

"It's in the opposite direction, Bams, no way," Kieran snorted, slinging his jacket into the backseat of the car before sliding into the driver side. Bambi did what any other good friend would do, climb into the passenger side, of course. She couldn't just let him venture out alone. Besides, she had to get to school as well and it would only be a matter of time before he cracked and drove her there. He always had her back, even despite them getting on each other's nerves more often than not.

"Yes way 'cause I'm your best friend and also your neighbour, so I'll just tell your mom that you're being mean," She teased, securing her seatbelt in place and offering the brunette beside her a cheeky smile. He returned her smile with an eye roll, though pulled out of the driveway anyway and they were off. As close as they were, she couldn't deny that she still felt a gentle sigh of relief from his acceptance. They didn't spend nearly as much time together, especially not with her transferring schools.

There was a lingering divide between them now, even sitting in the same car. The two of them looked like polar opposites; she was cleanly pressed, a molded version of herself in a school uniform and Kieran in the laziest outfit Bambi had seen to date. She missed being able to chuck on a hoodie (her colour of choice) and duck into school, but at West Moores, she was expected to be uniform at all times. Not only in uniform, but it had to be 'orderly', meaning every button buttoned, shirts tucked, and skirts at the right length. In other words, uptight. The atmosphere at West Moores was suffocating, and yet Bambi would do anything for her family.

The drive wasn't all too long, and before she knew it, she was slamming the car door shut and sparring a wave to Kieran's disappearing truck. An extremely clunky and ugly car amongst shiny, foreign cars. Right, she would never fit in. Not when everyone around her spent weekends at yacht clubs or whatever, and she found the greatest joy by beating her siblings in a couple rounds of Wii games.

The scholarship was a huge opportunity, one that she couldn't pass up, according to her parents. And so she didn't, on their accord. They wanted the best for her, and if the best meant transferring school starting junior year, so be it. Private schools were a scary thing, in Bambi's eyes. Full of wealth and judgement, she couldn't deny that she was the outcast. She didn't come from money, and she didn't come from status. She was just Bambi, no status and no wealth. A complete waste of time and money, in the eyes of her new peers, she supposed.

Though only about a week into junior year, Bambi was exhausted. Not that she'd ever say anything about it. Instead, she took her time getting to chemistry, even after the bell had rung. She didn't care anymore, really. These weren't her peers, these were barely her classes. She wasn't exactly sure how she was going to last another two years of all of this.

"Ms. Chau, how nice of you to join us. Have a seat, we're going over the details of the assignment." She did like her new chemistry teacher though. A kind woman who helped Bambi out since day one. Also, she never said much about her tardiness, only brushed it off to continue with lectures. With that, she quickly made her way to the back of the classroom, sliding her backpack onto the floor before taking her seat.

"Right, back to the topic. So West Moores will be hosting the annual science fair next month, and what that means for you all, is that I expect participation. The subject and experiment will be up to you, and I will be assigning partners for this project. I figured it would be good to split you guys up and force you to get to know each other," She spoke with a knowing smile as the class erupted into soft whispers of complaints. Great, Bambi already knew what that meant. She had planned on spending the entire year choosing to work alone, but it didn't seem like much of an option anymore.

"As your name gets called, come pick up a packet and then feel free to disperse throughout the classroom or the hallway in order to start planning." Bambi tuned in as the teacher, Mrs. Haysworth, began prattling off names on her list. Pausing every now and then to allow kids to grab their things, the packet, and leave. It was nearing the end before Bambi began growing a bit nervous. She could only hope her partner wasn't either totally boring or totally a prick.

"Linh, Beckett, come grab your papers." Bambi took her time gathering her things, though quickly grabbed the packet off of the counter before ducking out of the classroom, awaiting for her new partner to join her. God, this was going to be a long month, she could already feel it in her bones.

Advanced Roleplay / liquid guilt — p.
« on: November 29, 2018, 12:30:37 PM »
All she felt was a total lack of control.

It was a foreign feeling, in all twenty-one years of her life, she had never felt completely helpless. It was as if she were cradling water in her hands, no matter what she did, it would slip through the cracks she thought she had sealed. The harder she tried to keep things within her grasps, it only continued to seep through, trickling slowly right before her eyes. Practically teasing her to just give up and allow the world around her to collapse. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. Instead, she much rather pluck out all of her hair before giving in like that.

She wanted her life back on a leash, a short chain she could yank on when it felt as if it were wandering a little too far for comfort. She wanted control when things felt as if they were spiralling, and yet she didn't have that power. She never did, really. While she knew that, it didn't stop her from completely chewing off her nails out of stress. Even her grades were dropping, which was almost unheard of for her. A straight A student since third grade, she had no idea how her maths grade had plummeted to a solid C. As well as a B in history.

Despite all this, Maia still struggled to admit that she needed help. Not in her classes, she could handle that on her own, however her life on the other hand could use some more work. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the exact person she despised in search of said help.

"Can you just stop fucking biting your nails? I swear to god, they already look gross, they don't need you chomping them off as well."

"Oh shut up, you're the one watching me!" Maia all but snapped back. She knew her dorm mate meant well, but she often preferred to brood in silence without Sylvia's ever roaming eyes on her at the moment.

"Can you just ask-"

"And completely lose any pride and dignity I have? No, thanks."

"Then the school's just gonna keep winning? I know you're stubborn or whatever, but we both know that we have to at least try and get the other party to agree with us so we can work together and I don't know, save the school." Sylvia paired her speech with some flippant hand movements, flailing her dainty hand through the air as if she were waving away the years of bad blood. If only it were that easy.

"We can figure it out on our own," Maia mumbled in response, clicking her pen against her notebook with a bit of force, "Just trust me."

"Thing is, I don't. And M, I've never not trusted you before, so please? For both of our sakes, text them." The desperation in Sylvia's tone almost caught Maia off guard, though, the girl knew how to be convincing whenever she tried. And although they held an intense staring contest for about a minute, they both know who came out as the winner.

from: maia w.
we gonna talk abt this school thing or what?
sent: 3:59pm


Creative Center / smithereens ✧ dump.
« on: October 17, 2018, 10:59:05 AM »
even though it's m e i abuse,

new dump and imma try and keep this clean kinda maybe, but we'll see. feel free to track and hang around though! :^)
i'll keep on going b a c k.

Advanced Roleplay / lighter ◇ private.
« on: October 08, 2018, 05:26:13 PM »
She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going like this. It was always the same shit, and yet, the guilt every single time lingered. Despite how much she told herself she didn't care, she did. She did since day one, and she still did to this day. It never got any easier, it only continued to weigh her down. The guilt stacked upon itself, and every single time they pulled another stunt, she was easily reminded of all of the prior faults. Every single time, Circe found herself being eaten away by remorse. She hated the feeling, it made her sick every time, and yet, it was the only way she could keep a roof above her head. The only way to put food on her plate and guaranteed that she would be safe for the night. It was all for survival, and yet she always felt like shit after it all.

The adrenaline though, that was something that kept her going. It was tantalising. While other people got their fix off of sticking needles in their arm or snorting whatever, she got hers through the thrill of it all. The fear motivated her. The weight of the gun in her hands, the anticipation before getting shit down, the time ticking down before they left the building, she loved it all. Even better with a chase, surviving another night always gave her the feeling of invincibility. She got high off of that, the feeling of being in charge, of escaping death or incarceration, whichever came first. But the guilt always hit after, and Circe was always reminded of how bittersweet it all was.

Her fingers trembled as she lit her cigarette, her eyes lingering on the dancing flame for a moment before releasing her finger, tucking the zippo back in her pocket. She takes a short drag, allowing the man before her to finish speaking. Tall, broad shouldered, Circe's known him since high school. Somehow, the two of them found themselves exactly like where they were in high school. Too much free time, not enough cash. It provided a reason to do the shit that they did. Unlike Malcolm, however, Circe always felt bad. She didn't think he felt the same culpability that she did anymore, though.

"Another robbery right? My rent's coming up Mal," She pointed out, her words firm and cutting. They kept on putting it off, the fact that they were broke. Circe couldn't keep playing this game though, not unless she actually benefitted from it. There was no point hurting people for no reason, and yet that was what they'd been doing for the past couple of weeks. And now she was blowing a hole through her pocket.

She kicked the side of his chair at the sight of him rolling his eyes, her own eyes narrowing in frustration. "Yes, chill the fuck out, C. We're makin' money always, don't start gettin' pissy on me."

"You're making money, asshole. I barely have enough cash for Julia to eat, don't talk to me about always making money." The girl beside her was quick to snap back, despite her fingers dancing on her phone. Practically skin and bones, Circe still thought she was pretty. In an emaciated, druggie model kind of way.

Penny was as pale as they came, and stood taller than both Circe and Malcolm. She had long, pin straight black hair, and Circe almost always envied her. At least, until she saw the bruises at the junction of her arms, and remembered the daughter that Penny had waiting on her at home. They all had their problems though, none of them could exactly deny that, but that was what brought them together in the first place.

"Whatever, fuck you, Pen. You guys know the plan: three go in, one waits in the car. Go in, grab the cash, and leave. Nice and easy, unless someone decides to change plans last minute," Malcolm quickly explained, shooting a glare in Penny's direction as she all but scoffed in return.

"You guys were taking so long! And the cops 'round the corner didn't fucking help!"

"You were drugged the fuck up when we got out!"

"Where's Henry?" Circe finally stepped in, there was no point in having an argument before they actually left the building. Stomping out the rest of her cigarette, she grabbed her mask from the counter. It wasn't anything special, just some kind of cheap halloween horror mask from the store a couple years back. It was for the best though, she didn't need the police being able to track some kind of specialty mask that she had custom made or something.

"He bailed after Penny's shit last time. We got someone else comin' soon, I think."

"You think, or you know? I'm not waiting all night for you to be texting Carmen trying to figure out these plans. She never actually helps us does shit, so is this person coming, or not?"

Loner Lands / Camp Apocalypse never been so bitter — open, joining
« on: August 20, 2018, 05:05:42 PM »
the thought of rowing all the way to the island, only to return empty-handed, was becoming a debated topic in simon's head. expending his energy on what seemed like a useless trip wasn't ideal, especially considering the condition he was under. though, at this point, simon was willing to try whatever he had to. for all he knew, maybe the island could provide him an actual place to hide. running around aimlessly was becoming pointless and it was taking a toll on him.

he missed social interaction. suddenly going from conversing to people, to being alone, was a hard transition. it was just a weird reality, and simon missed his people. perhaps not enough to return, however. he'd rather they found him dead, than drag him back. he couldn't even imagine what would happen if they found him. hence, the consideration for the boats in the first place.

canoes sat on the sand, the water brushing against its sides, attempting to lull it back into the deep blue. they could've belonged to someone, that was for sure. they seemed to be in decent shape, cared for. simon wasn't sure if it was worth the risk that someone would find him stealing one. it would only be borrowing, of course.. he wasn't planning on dragging a canoe around with him. even then, was it worth the risk? again, the debate.

the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, and simon knew he had to make up his mind quickly. he could see movement across the water, he couldn't tell if it was people, or creatures, or something, but there was movement.

"anyone around?" he supposed that it was worth the risk, after all.

Advanced Roleplay / welcome to zombieland — private plotting
« on: August 08, 2018, 07:59:01 PM »
hi hello welcome to zombieland plotting!
this is gonna be for character relationships and a couple of plot ideas we could toss in as well!
i was thinking we could start off with maybe a supplies mission for the rp thread, and they could be in the city for added zombie related issues, but obviously always open to more ideas too!! :^))

Advanced Roleplay / nut up or shut up — open, applications
« on: August 06, 2018, 10:27:34 PM »
never knew daylight could be so violent :
— i wish i could tell you that this was still america, but i've come to realize you can't have a country without people. and there are no people here. no, my friends. this is now the united states of zombieland.

NO ONE KNOWS exact numbers, but there's no doubt that they're low. people don't really know how, or when, the outbreak occurred, either. rumors circulated that the plague started in a lab, in the united states, and the government knew about it for months upon months. it was supposedly some kind of secret project, a new method of warfare that just went wrong but... maybe the word was spread by the radical conspiracy theorists. some say it was the shit water in broke neighborhoods, others say it was rabid animals, but no one really knows. at this point, does it really matter?

ALL PEOPLE KNOW is that one day they were driving to work, or dropping their kids off at school, or headed to class, and the next, they were watching people rip faces off of their co-workers, neighbors, and friends. the realization of the outbreak was the most gruesome part of the waves. it was heartbreaking, watching either those closest to them be attacked, or terrifying, when they were the ones that were next. the population plummeted at the start, as people scrambled and panicked in search of safety. not many people survived, and those who did were shaken to their core.

GOVERMENT FACILITIES were completely packed, and ended up turning away the stragglers who arrived too late. people suffered in what was known as the despair stage. some couldn't handle the paranoia, or the thought of being next, and chose to off themselves. riots occurred in major cities, and whatever news stations left perished in the civil war, or to the zombies that were attracted to the commotion. the despair stage was the start of radio silence and the end of electricity. it was a complete blackout, and people were lonely when alone, and falling sick when finding others.

FINALLY, THE LAST stage didn't arrive until months later, when people began getting a grasp of their new lives. only the strong survived, only the smartest survived, only those who were quick on their feet. or, of course, the cautious survived as well. government facilities were quick to fall once they ran out of supplies, and the last of the weak ended up either being protected, or getting eaten. some stragglers managed to combine forces and create their own running towns and blocks. but everyone still knew better. never get too attached.

WELCOME TO LITTLE dump. a small, underwhelming city in the suburbs of chicago. it doesn't have much, but it has enough, including electricity and bottled water. and it'll take anyone who is willing to join. it was founded by a ragtag band of people who don't mesh or get along much, but work like a well-oiled machine. biggest rule of the place is to remain distant, unattached, and so people don't really talk much or have names, even. but it works. these are all perks, of course, but people don't come to little dump for just shelter and some food, they come on the prospect of hope. they come for the unparalleled pride of the place— the runners. being a runner is a tough job, and somehow, they're the best of the market and they have founded their home in little dump. they all have their quirks, of course, a couple more odd than others. such as the list.

BUT EITHER WAY, little dump is the place to be, if you're looking for an easier life in the united states of zombieland. but just don't get too comfortable.

Spoiler: show
1. CARDIO: zombies lead a very active lifestyle, so should you.
2. THE DOUBLE TAP: in those moments when you're not sure the undead are really dead dead, don't get all stingy with your bullets. one more clean shot to the head and you could avoid becoming a human happy meal.
3. BEWARE OF BATHROOMS: when you're at your most vulnerable, somehow they could just smell it. don't let them catch you with your pants down.
4. WEAR SEAT BELTS: it's gonna be a bumpy ride.
6. THE SKILLET: big, cast iron. contrary to what you've seen, it won't flatten a face, but the feel of it when you hit something chills. zombie takes one of these to the head, it ain't getting up.
7. TRAVEL LIGHT: travelling light in zombieland doesn’t just refer to your luggage, it also refers to your baggage.
12. BOUNTY PAPER TOWELS: the quicker picker-upper.
14. CHANGE OF UNDERWEAR: always carry one.
15. BOWLING BALL: nothing says massive head trauma like a bowling ball. perks, no blood.
17. DON'T BE A HERO some rules are made to be broken.
18. LIMBER UP: it’s not easy running and dodging zombies, so make sure and always limber up first before engaging in any zombie related activity.
20. IT'S A MARATHON, NOT A SPRINT: unless it’s a sprint, then sprint.
22. KNOW YOUR WAY OUT: sometimes zombies are going to have you on the backfoot, and when that happens. you don’t want to be looking around for a way out.
26. SUNSCREEN: a little never hurt anybody.
28. DOUBLE-KNOT YOUR SHOES: don't trip because you're being dumb, tie your laces.
29. THE BUDDY SYSTEM: why don’t zombies attack each other? Possibly a herd instinct keeps them safe and you should do the same.
31. CHECK THE BACK SEAT: you never know what you'll find.
32. ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS: you can’t spend all your time worrying.

PLOT: :^) hi. the intro was a bit long and dark, but this is based off of zombieland, mixed with a bit of the walking dead. so it's gonna use some of the same concepts of both, but it's okay if you haven't seen either. this is gonna take place in a small, straggler operated town. they're up and coming, and are known for taking in anyone who asks to join. people all go by where they're from, instead of their names, in order to remain neutral and for no one to get too attached. anyway, this thread is specifically about the runners of little dump, and their missions and adventures, so yeah!

RULES: ya know, the usual. i'm sure you guys know what's up already, so i don't really feel like bothering to expand or anything. but just remember to be inclusive and be kind when talking out of character!

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[b]gender:[/b] answer here
[b]pronouns:[/b] answer here
[b]sexuality:[/b] include romantic orientation
[b]skills:[/b] answer here

- 3-5 key traits and explanations here
- just expand on their traits so it's easier to understand where they're coming from
- this is optional tho, feel free to not lbr
[b]key personality traits:[/b] answer here
[b]moral alignment:[/b] answer here
[b]zodiac:[/b] answer here
[b]temperament:[/b] answer here
[b]disorders:[/b] answer here

[b]history:[/b] keep it brief dood.
[b]family:[/b] answer here.

— put a bunch of info here, however much you want
— just small random things about them that would otherwise be overlooked
— whatever you wanna do
— or just delete this section if u wanna idc

Advanced Roleplay / pipe dream — p plotting
« on: July 05, 2018, 11:44:51 PM »
okokok here is a smol plotting thread!! i think it'd be so cute to have a lil squad bc yes

@bitter @vix @phantomatics

Traditional Warrior Cats / TIED UP — plot with moondust!
« on: June 18, 2018, 02:27:59 AM »
heyo! so moondust is currently my lowkey problematic shadowclan son. and he's mainly only partially problematic cause uhhh, he sits on his ass all day and doesn't do jack shit, whoops! that said though, he really does mean well!

he's pretty nice, but he's a bit more detached. he's not gonna jump at chances to get to know others, but he's sociable and charismatic, so he likes to be a part of the conversation. he prefers listening to speaking, and while he normally pays attention, he does zone out if he gets bored. he's unapologetic for his behavior, ngl, so he can get kind of annoying due to this pride issue. he likes joking around and sarcasm is his best friend, so it's best to not take what he says to heart. his tags are here!

open to:
friendships: he desperately needs friends! he can be kinda difficult to get along with, so a rocky friendship or some kind of weird, acquaintance/friendship kinda thing would be interesting. in the end, he's most likely gonna be shaped by his friends, so whether they're good or bad influences, that's something interesting to figure out. i'd be open to these being pre-existing or to be developed in character!
enemies/dislikes: again, moondust is kinda peculiar, personality wise. and his laziness can upset some people, so a couple of enemies would definitely make sense. moondust doesn't really care if some people hate him, but with this information, he's more likely going to provoke them and irritate them on purpose. again, this is open to being pre-exisiting or developed!
apprentices: ooookay, he's not gonna be the best mentor in the world, lemme just say that. he definitely has the skills to be a great mentor (probably), but he just never applies himself. but he probably has something valuable to teach maybe, and it'd be interesting, since this would give him a responsibility that he doesn't know how to navigate. overall, it'd be character development on both ends, i think, since a shitty mentor is probs gonna affect an apprentice in one way or another.
romance/crushes: this definitely has to be developed in character, but it's open to discussion and i think little crushes are cute anyway. that said though, moondust isn't really the "type" to have crushes or "fall" for anyone on a whim. he is pretty closed off as a character, and getting through his detached personality is gonna be a Feat™.

closed to:
other stuff that would make sense here

Character Creation / i'm doing fine — twc storage.
« on: June 18, 2018, 12:02:45 AM »
literally just a place to store twc characters and toss ideas and stuff here for characters
edit this later

Character Creation / take it slow — moondust.
« on: June 17, 2018, 11:31:02 PM »
intro post

Creative Center / waiting for your love — dump
« on: June 14, 2018, 11:55:20 PM »
i hope that you're happy with me in your life,

welcome to yet another new dump!
cause i legit hated the other one oof
buuut uh let's see how this one goes!

i hope that you won't slip away in the night.

Advanced Roleplay / hi yes plot with me please
« on: June 11, 2018, 10:32:36 PM »
somebody new is gonna comfort me, like you never do.

heyo i'm pari and i've kinda been dead for a while, but i'm back! and with that, i am in dire need of plots! i really wanna get back into writing since it's been so long (aka an entire school year oof), but i'm probably gonna highkey suck in the beginning so i'm really sorry in advance! i am honestly up for doing whatever, so don't be afraid to hmu with ideas and everything! and if not, we could totally just figure something out! anywaaaay with all that said, def throw some plots at me or just pop in!! :^)

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