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» I'm alive, I swear.
So sorry for that sudden hiatus, I was swamped by work the moment I came back to school. I'll be writing those replies to the rps when I'm more coherent, it's 10:45 PM as I write this. «
» The moment I try to write replies my inspiration and creativity go down the drain «
asktracyreznik:
Was that a knock on the door? Tracy looks up from her work desk, lifting up her goggles and turning around. After that is silence, so she pushes her goggles back down and gets back to work.
“Miss Reznik?” A muffled voice asks, and Tracy jolts out of her chair. Oh, someone really is at the door. She listens to the rest of his words, and feels her stomach grumble. When was the last time she ate? Yesterday? Maybe the day before that?
Her head kind of hurts, and she opens the door to see that yes, Norton is at the door, and wow, that food looks good. “Hi.” The Mechanic pauses, clearing her throat. Should she invite him in…? Her room was probably too messy for that. But was he the type to mind it…? “Um… thank you for the food. I hope it wasn’t a bother bringing it here?”
She doesn’t reach out to grab it yet, still trying to figure out what to do next.
Norton put on a wide smile as the door opened, pulling his hand back so he could carry the tray with two hands again.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re still at least a little bit energized to be able to work on your projects. Still, you should eat up. It’s going to give you more energy!”
At her question, he shook his head with a small laugh. “No, no, it’s not a bother at all. In fact I can do this everyday if you don’t feel like coming down to eat, anything to help a fellow survivor.”
The Prospector held the tray out more so that Tracy could take it, noting the slight hesitation from her. The smile somewhat dropped, his head tilting a bit in confusion. “Is something wrong? Ah- is there something you don’t like in the food? I could go get something else.”
@gurkhasblade || Norton & Naib
“The exit gates are open!”
“Don’t rescue me!”
“Don’t move, I’m coming!”
“The hunter is near me!”
Matches can be very grueling, and for someone with a lung disease like Norton it can definitely slow him down. It’s the one thing he hates whenever the match goes on for longer than needed, but as long as they win and he sees his teammates safe and happy he can be a withering, wheezing mess on the floor for all he cares.
This time, however, he has to make an exception.
Now, normally Norton doesn’t meddle with how other people live their lives as long as it isn’t too self-destructive. They can do whatever they want to do, and he respects that. But a certain Mercenary really concerns him, especially from their previous match.
He didn’t notice it when the match ended earlier; how the ex-soldier looked more tired than usual, the way he would purposefully avoid seeing Emily when it was practically a routine for them all at this point.
The Prospector sighed as he followed the other, ignoring how his lungs screamed at him to rest. Catching the other’s arm before he could escape out into the hallways towards the dorms, Norton started tugging the other back to the manor’s clinic.
“Oh no you don’t,” he all but wheezed out. “If you don’t want to see Emily, then I’m treating you myself.”
@asktracyreznik || Norton & Tracy
Norton is one of the most friendliest people in the manor, some survivors would say. Though he himself can’t say for sure he’s the friendliest, he tends to talk to the others just out of pure boredom or curiosity. Or, of course, just because it’s nice talking to them. This makes him more knowledgeable of the other survivors like what they do, what they like to eat, and just in general a couple of neat facts.
This is what brought him outside of the Mechanic’s door with a tray of a nice meal with a slice of cake for dessert.
A mix of gossip and concern from Emily let him find out that Tracy usually forgets to eat due to her focusing on her very complex projects. Earlier on in the day he never saw her during breakfast or lunch. So, he set off to get her some food.
Gently balancing the tray with one hand, the Prospector raised a hand to softly knock on the door so as to not startle her.
“Miss Reznik? It’s just me, Norton. I brought some food, in case you forgot to eat. Again.”
@occultyx || Norton & Joseph
On the off chance that the players had an off day, they would either rest and stay holed up in their rooms or go out and do something productive. Norton was the latter, but he couldn’t really say that what he was doing was productive.
He was currently in the Lakeside Village play area for the matches, sitting on the edge of the middle platform of the ramp going up the ship. The Prospector didn’t really know why he decided to go here of all places.
Moonlit River Park definitely had more fun stuff to mess around with.
Eversleeping Town was the new area he definitely should memorize the layout of, no matter how creepy it was.
Leo’s Memory had snow for god’s sake.
So why did he decide to go to this specific place?
Frankly, he doesn’t know either. He just started walking and it felt like a daze as he went through different places to get to here. Nothing of importance really was here, other than the surprise chests that they all can get by the shore.
Though...there was that one exit gate that looked all too familiar; the one that looks like the entrance to a cave. Even thinking about it sends shivers down the Prospector’s back. He turned his head to look at the gate, lost in memories of a time he wished he could forget.
» I am finally able to use my laptop so I’m back to writing those starters. If all goes well they might be posted in an hour or two «
“I guess I have some spare time, what do you want to know?”
» Well this blog is really dead and I don’t like it. Like this post for a starter if you want to roleplay with me as Norton, I have a lot of free time. This is already a given, but no personal accounts. «
💪+reverse~
Norton just came back from a particularly intense and tiring match, stumbling in from one of the hallways of the manor into the lounging room. He spotted Naib resting on one of the armchairs and he immediately thought of an idea.
Slowly, as to not alert the Mercenary, he made his way towards the chair. As soon as he was right beside it he gave no time for the other to react as he picked him up bridal style, spinning him around. "Surprise!" The Prospector laughed as he placed Naib onto a couch, dropping down to sit on the floor beside it.
Send “💪” for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up!
Or send “💪+reverse” for the opposite!
(If you cannot see the emoji send “Lift”)
Can I help? (:
Norton sputtered and turned around, trying- and failing- to hide the mess of a gift he was sewing. Yes, sewing. It was a new hobby he was trying out, but boy was he awful at it. His gift was supposed to be a small plush of Eli’s owl, as he heard that the Seer wasn’t feeling too well, but it looked more like a...he can’t even describe it. Like a very awful imitation of the hunters’ patrollers.
“O-oh! Miss Woods! I uh- don’t know what you mean, I’m perfectly fine!”
“I punched him.” Fiona rubbed the back of her neck laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know why I did but it kinda just happened.” ~ask-priestess
Norton blinked once, twice, thrice, before he doubled over laughing. Composing himself and wiping away a stray tear in his eye, the Prospector cleared his throat with a big smile still on his face. “Well, can’t say he didn’t deserve it but maybe next time no physical violence. You could get in big trouble, though I don’t blame you for doing what you did.”
3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...
🌷- Alone
🥀- Dying
🤕- Injured/sick
☠️- Dead
🐥- Alive
😈- Possessed
👻- As a ghost
😼- Transformed into an animal/monster
🦋- In a joyful mood
☔️- In a somber mood
☀️- Overheated
☃️- Shivering from the cold
💫- Dazed and dizzy
💦- Crying
🍇- Extremely hungry
🏇🏻- Being chased
🗜- Stuck in a trap
🔮- In a dream
🛌- Bedridden
📖- Reading/studying
🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave
🌼- Caring for some plants
⭐️- Stargazing
☄️- In a dangerous situation
Injured/Injury Starters
Injured
“Oh shit, are you alright?”
“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”
“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”
“That looks broken.”
“Can you move your __?”
“Are you okay?”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Who did this?”
“Did you do this to yourself?”
“How did this happen?”
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“Do you need to go to a hospital?”
“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”
“Do you want me to look at it?”
“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”
“Stop moving!”
“There’s so much blood.”
“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”
“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”
“How did you even do this?”
“This happened in a fight?”
“Walk it off.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I think you need stitches.”
“You dumbass.”
Injury
“I think I hurt myself.”
“I can’t feel my __.”
“I think my __ is broken.”
“Shit, that hurts to move.”
“I don’t think I can get up.”
“I’m going to try to get up.”
“Can you go get help?”
“I need help.”
“I think I’m going to pass out.”
“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”
“I can’t walk.”
“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”
“I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“Stop laughing, this hurts.”
“My last words better not be stupid.”
“That was a dumb idea.”
“Shit, that burns.”
“I’m fine… really.”
“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”
“I got into a fight…”
“I feel lightheaded.”
“It hurts to move.”
“Can you look at it for me?”