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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?"

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]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!! :^)

Advanced Roleplay / RESONANCE — sign-ups
« on: May 14, 2018, 09:49:08 PM »

this is america.
it was deafening. the silence was thundering in the bunker. people were packed like sardines, a shelter meant for one hundred ended up housing three hundred. the heat was sweltering, a sticky, humid, people kind of heat. a standing in line at the amusement park in one hundred ten degree, kind of heat. it made some irritable, bitter and irrational at the lack of space, at the lack of communication to the outside world, at the silence on the radio. everyone waited with bated breath for an okay, a solid transmission from the commander-in-chief that they could surface once again.

instead, they received a booming rattle that shook the entire bunker. the lights went out, the ground trembled beneath people's feet, and everyone spiraled into a panic. but it was silent. only quiet rang through the throes of families gathering and the screams of the terrified. silence was not silent, it was a profound ringing. and for the next two days, all that everyone knew was the pelting of bombs from above. that, and radio silence. their hopes of a false alarm, of returning back to the same reality was shattered in that stifling bunker heat.

it was another three months of absolute silence. the military stopped releasing information after day two, bombing ceased after day six, and hopes dimmed by day seventeen. no one knew what had become of their once pronounced city. no one wanted to find out. furthermore, not without instruction. ones they would never receive due to the ring. peculiarly enough, once the bombs stopped wreaking havoc and the rumbling subsided, the ringing never left. it remained, and drowned out any form of noise, and no one questioned it, not when they could not hear any news and the bombs rattled the shelter for two days straight.

no one questioned it until they left the bunker for the first time in three months. the sun blazed bright above them, and the air smelled of smoke and dismay. the site was devastating, the world they knew was in shambles before them. upon attempting to convey their woes to the strangers beside them, nothing could be heard. only silence. no birds, no bugs, no noise. only a splitting ring that echoed in their ears.

communication was shakily switched to nonverbal methods- from gestures to actions to pointing and making faces, they attempted to communicate and colonize. nothing was perfect, though. it was frustrating, maddening, even. some people parted ways and took their leave, others remained in close to their destroyed memories. it was a battle of letting go, and fearing change. yet no one recognized the bigger fears that they should have housed.

for the first couple of weeks, people had assumed all the flora and fauna had been destroyed through the nuclear bombs. but they were horribly wrong. creatures only morphed due to the radiation and damage, all became grotesque things with only one instinct: to survive. flora was even a threat, it grew quicker than weeds and covered whatever surface they could grow into. it was beautiful, the first couple of days, as if seeing a jungle manifest before their eyes, but it became a hassle when they began growing over people in a single night of rest.

stuck in a world of daunting new creatures and ruin and decay, people didn't have much more of an option but to fight for their lives.

Advanced Roleplay / song in the key of hope — private
« on: April 21, 2018, 11:36:11 PM »
claire loves u!
i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you, take me back to the night we met. i don't know what i'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. oh, take me back to the night we met. when the night was full of terrors, and your eyes were filled with tears. when you had not touched me yet, oh, take me back to the night we met.
his heart was lodged in his throat, filled half with dread and half with excitement, and his stomach was a pit of nerves. cassidy hadn't even arrived yet and somehow, jamie was on the verge of some kind of mental breakdown. a completely unnecessary one. he and cassidy were going well, great, even. they've been on more than a handful of dates, they texted often, things were going well. which was why jamie invited him over for dinner, this time. it was also why jamie was panicking. cassidy was probably one of the only people who could both put him at ease and send him into a downward spiral of anxiety and stress all at the same time.

jamie still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, not when he was treading so lightly around him. he was afraid of disrupting a fragile bond. after losing him once during college, jamie was clinging tightly to the string of fate that intended them to meet that one night a couple of months ago. despite that being a couple of months ago, progress was slow, and jamie wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad one. he was worried about accidentally pushing the other away, or moving too fast, or scaring him off. needless to say, jamie was a wound up ball of nerves around cassidy. he just didn't want to ruin a good thing. a "too-good-to-be-true" good thing.

but god, he really liked cassidy. so much that he still got tongue-tied and nervous around the other, so much that just the mere thought of him coming over for the first time made his stomach tie into knots and his hands grow clammy. he was in deep, trying to wade through overwhelming feelings, nervous glances, soft smiles, and fumbling kisses. jamie attila castillo was in love. that was his big epiphany while trying to cook something nice and vegetarian and good enough to eat. jamie ended up burning his hand after that realization and nearly dropped two wine glasses trying to set the table.

and then he was left to sit with his thoughts upon getting everything ready. he may be in love with cassidy, but was cassidy in love with him? what if this was meant to be a casual thing? or maybe cassidy actually hated him? were they even dating? they hadn't even talked about the prospects of becoming boyfriends-- or maybe that was implied? jamie knew nothing anymore. all he knew was that sitting with georgia and waiting for the man he loved to arrive was a difficult, difficult predicament to be in. and of all the things he didn't know, he especially didn't know whether or not he should tell cassidy tonight.

/ aaaah sorry this is so shit, i just rlly wanted to get something up!!

Creative Center / another year alone — dump
« on: April 02, 2018, 10:33:09 PM »
so tell me, are you happy?

wow new dump, what's new?? literally nothing.
but i figure i just need a fresh start to get things restarted
on my end!! so uh yeah, new dump!

no, not really.

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