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Lost and Alone(Greeter for atorngirl)
@atorngirl
“Excuse me miss, could you help me?”
Anna looked up towards the lady with a smile and a small giggle. She would've seemed almost normal if it wasn’t for the odd voice and bright glowing eyes. A smile dawned her face, almost fully trusting of the person ahead of her. Even then, she still held the ADAM extractor in her hand with it’s imposing needle stained with blood in her other hand.
Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.
tagged by @atorngirl ( REPOST ; DO NOT REBLOG. )
BASICS
name.| Collin age.| 24 pronouns.| he/him sexuality.| probably zodiac sign.| cusp of Capricorn and Sagittarius on the side of Capricorn taken or single.| single three facts.| 1. I can’t play open world games because I can’t ever feel like I really completed them 2. Sometimes I forget that real people don’t think my sarcasm is as funny as I do 3. I went to my ballroom dance Festival Kick-off/Halloween party as the Nightmare Stag
EXPERIENCE
platforms you’ve used.| myspace, facebook, skype, text, written notes, email, verbal, tabletop (I’m counting it), Tumblr best experience.| Still have to say the night I stayed up over 24 hours with @voiceoftheparasites and despite my best effort created my Jack. It’s what lead me, inevitably, here.
MUSE PREFERENCE
female or male.| Yes favourite face.| I actually find face claims extremely difficult to find and even when I finally find them I am forever slightly pissed off at them. So.... yeah.... least favourite face.| That almost seems like a rude question. I don’t know who might read this. What if someone was thinking of messaging me then I say their fc? Suddenly I’ve made them feel bad and I didn’t even know it. multi or single.| I never tried to make a multi-muse blog. It looks to complicated for me and I have the utmost respect for those of you who can do it.
WRITING PREFERENCE
fluff, angst or smut.| Stories. I like stories. And the best stories are the sort where fluff is balanced with angst. And as an adult with a certain taste for certain things if the story runs that way I am not above shameless smut. plots or memes.| Yes. My favorite is when we’ve plotted, even if we never played it out. And then doing memes which pull moments for the story that no one has ever read. long or short replies.| I like replies. I tend to over-talk, so longer than one line is better for me, but I don’t ever care if my partner matches length. I tend toward 1-3 paragraphs. best time to write.| When I have free time. are you like your muse(s).| Sometimes I look at them and fear they have too much of me. But then they do something else and I think that I am nothing like them at all.
tagging: Whomever
Voice of the Earth
His third attempt
His footsteps remained silent, a skill he’d acquired over the many years he’d been hunting. Had it not been for all his experience in dealing with wild creatures, the boy would have more than likely died long before reaching this moment. Ten down, only six more to go.
The guiding light of the Sacred Blade had brought him here, similar to the arena in which he fought Kuromori, only this chasm had been created by the gods themselves, forming naturally-A rift in the earth. Wander looked skyward, the pale blue skies void of clouds, the skyline blocked out only by the edge of the cliff he’d been standing on not an hour ago.
Three times had he fought with his foe in the flame temple that lay concealed at the bottom of the chasm and three times was he forced to withdraw due to his injuries. He flinched slightly, gingerly bringing a hand to his side where he’d been impaled only a week ago.
Battered, bloodied and bruised but not broken, Wander had no choice but to press on with his journey. Injured or not, it didn’t matter. All that did was granting his beloved another chance at the life which was so wrongly stolen from her.
As Wander walks the path he’s walked a few times before the sound of pebbles crunching underfoot sets him on edge. He hadn’t made the sound, and it had been much to soft to have been the Colossus that ruled this part of the lands.
“...”
He sheaths the Sacred Blade silently before crouching low to the ground and pulling his bow from over his head and preparing an arrow. There was no mistaking it, the footstep had been that of another human that walked these Cursed Lands and only one group of people knew the way to these plains.
The crunch of rock and dirt could be heard again and again. If they were trying to sneak up on him the most certainly were doing a poor job of it. Remaining hidden behind a nearby boulder Wander called for the newcomer.
“Lest you wish to be shot where you stand I suggest you reveal yourself and be quick about it. There are worse things in these lands than being shot with an arrow”
biotite!
biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
Mainly finding food. Even though Roxy’s a hunter most of the game she kills goes to selling it, even then she almost never has enough caps. To Roxy it’s important to have enough caps so that she’ll be able to buy or repair a gun that breaks. Her whole livelihood is based on her guns right now. Not just hunting but protecting herself. Meat goes rotten fast, caps always have value. If she has caps she’ll eat the meat she shoots, if she doesn’t have enough she’ll go hungry for a night or two. Another day without food won’t kill her, she’s used to it.
@atorngirl
Instabilities were always of interest to a scientist...especially powerful ones that didn’t seem to have reasonable explanations. Needless to say, ones that were large enough to cause District-wide ripples of energy that every piece of equipment tuned to them picked up were certainly of the utmost interest.
And so, here he was, cobbled together detector in hand, wandering around District 7 looking for whatever had caused that burst of energy. Johanna had let him stay at her house at least...that was good. Not that he would be here for much longer...he was getting close to the source. His needle spiked, topping out at the far end of the screen... So where was it? No sign of an anomoly. No electrical disturbances...just... A girl in a dress...with a thimble on her pinkie. There was a POP and the detector poured smoke. “Ah hell.”
Rapture was a city on the move. Constantly people moved back and forth through the tunnels. Rats in a maze as they tugged on that chain of industry. Outside the windows was little better. Though the fish floated leisurely, the sharks swam with purpose while the maintenance men in diving suits fixed leaks before they could become dangerous.
Moira sighed, sitting on a bench and watching as the world moved swiftly. Eight years. She’d been under the ocean for eight long years and yet it had happened in a single blink of her green eyes. What she wouldn't give to see the sky again. Just for a moment. Feel the sun on her face and the grass under her feet and the breeze as it flung her fiery hair about her face. They had come to Rapture for a reason, yes. But that didn’t make it her home.
A light shone on the side of her face suddenly and the woman huffed. Whoever was doing that was about to get a face full of her fist if they didn’t cut it out. She turned, prepared to tell them just that. But there was no one. No one particular. Just a light bright enough to make her squint. Glancing around, not another Rapturian seemed to notice.
Moira reached out, looking for the source of the light, practically forced to close her eyes to keep from being blinded. Unable to feel anything, she stood and walked forward slowly, intent on finding the source of the blasted light. There had to be a switch or something. Surly. She was sulking thank you very much, and warm bright light was not helping. Barely able to see, the woman just continued to walk forward into the light.
[ your portrayal is fantastic!!! ]
thank you very much!
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「 “Good evening, Miss. How can I help you with?”」
