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[ well, I'm pretty sure this blog is done for. but I guess Undead did prety good considering he was my first rp blog, so.
I have another oc similar to undead, so if you're stil up for rp you can find me at almostthelivingdead
and my lotr blog you can ask for if you care that much ;)
so yeah. this blog is officially inactive and will stay that way. I've probably made several posts like this but this is ending on a better note. lates. ]
[[ crud all these rp blog muns are so good at writing. curse my limited writing skills ]]
Hey Red, you hungry?
….. ffffor?
Dracs, just outside the city. Supply truck.
// fuck it, i'm making a lady killjoy
// okay so hi, I'm changing Undead's face claim. I don't know if you're "allowed" or whatever but. I'm gonna. I'm kind of changing his whole "personality/stuff" because I still want to use him, I just don't think he was very killjoy-like. And that's boring. I made a non-killjoy oc so I don't need to play that in him anymore. Yeahep. Enjoy the new Undead I guess.
// are you allowed to change face claims? cuz i just learned how short alex turner is aaaand no //
I dare you to break my muse.
Nothing is off limits. Give it your best shot, anon or not.
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plenty of things to do solo. all you need is a fire source and a good weapon, maybe a ‘bike. whats rattling your brain?
maybe. i’m not a huge fan of it though.
i dunno. i’m all wired up and no place to go. last time i did shit on my own, i ended up getting chased almost to bat city. shit’s getting crazy.
huh. well, you’re welcome to tag along with me and myself anytime. Ive got a shack by an acid lake, it gets lonely out there. feel free to stop by. im always up to start shit.
undead animal here, too cold out there for ya?
eeugh. entirely. makes me itch, wanna gogogo do something, but nothin’ to do when you got no crew.
plenty of things to do solo. all you need is a fire source and a good weapon, maybe a 'bike. whats rattling your brain?
anyone on the waves? s’too quiet for my liking.
undead animal here, too cold out there for ya?
"So do you like it out here or nah? You never did tell me where you were from" Sam prompted, looking over at him with a gentle smile.
He sighed, looking at the seemingly endless ocean. "I've never really liked the desert. It's lonely. I'm not actually sure where I'm from, I know I mostly grew up in The City, but. I don't remember much." He shrugged.
She nodded and asked "thought you knew. Everyone has already found out." Sam grinned like a fool and said "but I prefer Sam. Saying it like that makes me sound important but I'm just Sam"
He shook his head and took a bite of the smore. god, these were good. "I don't know how I didn't, really. Sam it is." He smiled, letting the crumbs in his hand fall to the ground.
Sam giggled and brought them closer, putting everything between them so he could reach them before making her own. “I guess that’s what you’d call it. I’ve been doing this for years. Used to go camping a lot with my brother back in Jersey before the war”
He…
He nodded, she obviously had traveled a lot. Taking the slightly burnt marshmallow off of the stick and onto a piece of grahamcracker, he thought about how he had never been outside of california. Or even farther than upstate. He never really thought about places other than here. It bothered him. “Whats it like out there? Desert?” He guessed, although he knew it was cold out east, but that was it.
"Nah. No deserts. I come from a town called Newark. Usually a very busy place and some parts of town aren’t very safe so it’s wise to stay outta there after dark. But during the day it’s pretty nice. I’ve been a few places myself except Jersey. My brother used to be in a band so I was always wherever they were. He was afraid if he left me home by myself, I’d do somethin stupid" Sam laughed.
"That sounds fantastic, it must’ve been fun." He fell silent, thinking about what u must be like moving from one plae to the next constantly. He liked the idea, but knew it wouldn’t be possible. Not in this world. "So how did you end up here?" He asked, curious about her brother but knowing it might be a sensitive subject.
"He found me a place and went to stay with his friends at a run down diner. He told me the diner is no place for a girl so I live here and he stays over there" she gestures in the direction of the infamous diner of the fabulous four. "But it’s not that big of a deal ‘cause he stays here with me sometimes" Sam flicked her extremely curly hair over her shoulder. She had been too lazy to put her relaxer in it and naturally it just looked like a long fro.
His eyes widened. "The fabulous four? Wait, you're Jet Star's sister!" He took one look at her hair and remembered.
