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Wandering pt 1 (Journal of Aidan Wolfe)

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((This is not a written journal, more of a what has happened to this point for people to get to know Aidan, at least for you in an OOC way. Any of this may or may not come out should you end up RPing with him. He's not a writing type, but he is a reflective type at times and so these are his thoughts and a mix of events basically.))

What ever happened to the old ways?

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What ever happened to the old ways?

The Ball-peen hammer hit the knuckle on the man's hand with a sickening crunch. The scream that followed was something from the throat of a dying animal. Sal took a step back while the man who just had his knuckle crushed tried to jerk himself free from the chair he was tied hard on to. The ropes strained by the thrashing of the pain stricken man - but they held.

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 9)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Hello Darkness my old Friend.

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((The following is the beginning of a rather intensive storyline.  If anyone wishes to be included in this story, aside from those I plan on including, please contact me and we'll figure something out. ))

 

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 8)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Burning Off the Leeches

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The removal of a leech is quite simple. However, the leeches that Archer is dealing with, will require more than a lit cigar or flame to remove...

((Please note that these are NOT the Leeches of Invicta even though IC Archer thinks they are. Everything will be explained in another post))

 

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GlobalTech Skunkworks - Test Clone 6901096 - Data Acquisition Initiated

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{Somewhere in the remote desert deep within what appears to be a long abandoned GlobalTech facility, a waiting terminal powers up}


 

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 7)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 6)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Broken Memories

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 5.5, later that day)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 5)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Echoes of Memory - 2

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((Written to 'If You Tolerate This' by the Manic Street Preachers.))

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Echoes of Memory - 1

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((Written to 'How You've Grown' by Natalie Merchant and the 10,000 Maniacs.))

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Ponderances of Alicia Trabeal (entry 4)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal (formerly Alicia Zabean) and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.))


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*Book is clearly handmade, bound in leather with what looks to be an old belt wrapped around it, keeping it closed. Pages are rough-hewn and rough-edged, at best. The writting is neat, but seemingly rushed.*


One hour with Him and... WHOA! I didn't even touch him, or see him. He wasn't even in the same sector as me. But.. WHOA! That Child is mine.

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Ponderances of Alicia Trabeal (entry 3)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal (formerly Alicia Zabean) and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.))


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*Book is clearly handmade, bound in leather with what looks to be an old belt wrapped around it, keeping it closed. Pages are rough-hewn and rough-edged, at best. The writting is neat, but seemingly rushed.*


 Got to spend some quality time with him last night. We just sat and talked. Enjoyed our time together. It's refreshing to have someone want to be with you and not just to fuck, but to get to know you and still want to fuck you.

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Echoes of Memory

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Following will be brief glimpses of some of the wasteland adventures of one Druuna Czarra, as well as some of her thoughts and concerns about those wanderings shared in various ways that will hopefully seem appropriate to each particular post and the Fallen Earth setting over all. I like to write to music so some will be set to tunes I feel enhance the mood in some way and I'll provide a link if I can.

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Ponderances and Musings of Alicia (entry 2)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Zabean and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.))

*Book is clearly handmade, bound in leather with what looks to be an old belt wrapped around it, keeping it closed. Pages are rough-hewn and rough-edged, at best. The writting is neat, but seemingly rushed.*

 

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 3

Well, it was bound to happen again. I got into something a little over my head, and next thing I know I'm waking up in a damn LifeNet facility. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have the ability to live after taking a hatchet to the skull, but that doesn't mean the memory of pain goes away. I have GOT to be more careful. I'm just not all that great at this sniper thing yet.


I traded my old reliable airgun for a shotgun, and I'm wondering if it was smart. I like the power this thing has, but only holding 2 shots makes me get out the pistol more. I can't hit anything with a pistol, so I can see this being trouble at some point.


Met another one of the Saints' people, a newer one like me, named Druuna- she seems to be a great girl. Thinks a lot like me so far, and has really made me stop and consider some things. Maybe I found someone to talk to and keep my head straight.

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Ponderances and Musings of Alicia (entry 1)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Zabean and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.))

*Book is clearly handmade, bound in leather with what looks to be an old belt wrapped around it, keeping it closed. Pages are rough-hewn and rough-edged, at best. The writting is neat, but seemingly rushed.*

 

Journal of Nolan Mcdowell; Entry 1

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Well la-dee-fuckin'-da. I just so happened to find a pen and paper over at the local medical office. This small camp has been my home for several years, you see. It's a place away from the factions that want to do harm and assert power, and it's somewhere to just...survive. There's no fighting, no conflict, and everyone here realizes the work of the group far outweights the work of an individual; even people that seem like they would quarrel get along long enough to make this place better for all of us. Not everything can come perfect, though; there was a raid recently from some scavengers prowling around the wasteland. I used some medical knowledge that my mother taught me before she passed to create some painkillers and bandages for those wounded, but I don't know enough about medicine to do any surgery yet. That's what our infirmary's for anyways, isn't it?

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 2

I haven't exactly been a writing force, have I?

Nothing much has changed. The world is what it is, wrecked and barren and full of people determined to put bleeding holes in other people.  And even as a clone, knowing that if the worst happened I'll pop right back out of a machine- it scares me sometimes. The near-immortality is not a bad thing, I don't think. I like living. I won't kid myself. But dying once is something to dread. Doing it over and over again is to be avoided entirely. It's no picnic.

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23 Seconds

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The bed was a handmade wooden frame; the mattress a hard foam that gave way to her body heat; the sheets were the best cotton available, hardly tattered at all and running all the way up to her neck; the pillows, soft masses of feathers bundled together with more cotton. Sarah lay there quietly, her breathing soft and regular as oxygen hissed through a tube around her nose. Occasionally she’d twitch reflexively, as if trying to regain her balance, only for her body to remember it didn’t need regaining.

History of Cole Wilson. Short version.

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Cole Wilson is my name and Province is my nation. Nightmare is my dwelling place and Hell my destination.

 

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 1

I found a pen. Funny how there are all sorts of things lying around, just waiting to be picked up and used, but something as simple as a pen and decent paper is scarce. I guess we go back to the basics when pressed hard, and they were all snatched up and used long before Lifenet decided it wanted me active again. Which is another funny idea, how random that choice seems..but I won't think about it too hard. It isn't good for me.

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Coyote

((this is just for the fun, I was musing some time ago out in the wastes getting some ambient chill time, and was watching a pack of Coyote in the distance when my mind sort of wndered into this story idea.))

 

I must record this, it makes me luagh now when I think on it.

I was hunkering down one evening out in the wastes, a few miles from any town or outpost. I built a fire under the shelter of a small tree on a low rise. I had tied my food up in the tree with a rope pegged at the base and was just stokeing up my fire ready to get into my bedroll.

Green Vyper, The wandering Finger-Eater

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Helle there, I finally made it to the forum, Even If I'm really bad about keepin' such activitys up-to-date.

Alos excuse my english but I am a french speaking person.

I'm not gonna introduce or detail my character since her background remains really secret to the community at the moment.

Just wanted to let the RPing community know that if they are in need of an "explicit" CHOTA character for any events or scenario, I'm one.

I adapt my role-play a lot, from mature to very explicit, depending on poeples I play with at an X moment.

 

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Damaged goods.

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The life of the Widd

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Erosion

Sarah let out a long mournful sigh as she left the alleyway and merged into the crowd. The wasteland was finally getting to her, finally chuckling and laughing as Sarah realised how inevitable it was. It was a force akin to gravity, you mocked it, you felt sure of mastering such a feeble thing, and then, after almost forgetting about it, becoming practically inconsequential, you slip and nearly fall. The same with aging: one day you wake up and you realise that ache you feel really isn’t going away, and that stiffness in your limbs isn’t temporary.

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