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Too kinkeh.. Too Messeh.. Part Two

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((Annoying voice: Previously in Spider Hill! Sexy Mistress of bloody wrath had taken quest to kill spiders in spiders main evil nest, she went there and killed plenty! But because of her naive mind and greed got surrounded by horny big alpha male spiders who want to rape her and lay eggs around her corpse.))

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Too kinkeh.. Too Messeh.. Part One

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Nightfall.. It had gone down early as Gormina was getting rid of the spider infestation around Spider Hill, making her way down the narrow path along the cliffside, shooting encroaching spiders time and time again, staring half of the time over to the horizon, clopping sound echoed from her self modified cowboy boots with heels, sighing to herself as she thought. "What a lame day it has been, one bar fight.. none action on the road.. just.. spiders..

Out of the Womb

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((Its been a while since I tried making an RP journal like this, so please easy on the Critiques xD))


Prrrsshhhhh. Woooosh.


The first few things I hear as my pod opens as I awaken, air rushing to fill my surrounding area.. Bright lights burn into my eyes, bluring my vision. Cannot look away! Close eyes. Breathing heavily, panicing. What the hell is going on!? Turn head. Turn again. Squirm! Open your eyes! Bright lights dim. Vision...clear. It's okay, calm down.  Breathe. 


I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then open them back up as I start to analyze my surroundings. Filthy. Dirty. I lean my head down and take a look at my pod. Clean. Comfortable. Cold...

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A Little Heart to Heart

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Robbie leaned back against the wall and yawned, looking down at the pistol in his hand with a somewhat bemused expression. Funny how you can yawn at the strangest times. That was something to think about later, though. There was the business at hand which needed his full attention. Rolling his right shoulder around in it's socket, he looked back up and at the younger man seated in a rickety chair across the room.

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Codename: Archer Part 1: Operation FAWL

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October 24th, 2049     Somewhere in the Caucasus Mountains

 

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Before the Fall - 4

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Robbie collapsed back against the instrument panel, utter shock slowly turning to dismay as the betrayal sunk in. He barely noticed the advance, crouching, of the lead biker, who still had the shotgun trained directly at him. This advance made room for 2 more, and Robbie didn't even hear Ashley's screams for help as they dragged her from the plane. After what felt like hours to his stunned mind, he was yanked out of his disbelief by the solid connection of the shotgun barrel with his jaw.

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Who are you, Archer? Part 5: Reunion

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((After hours of grinding, I managed to fill up only 4 and a half bars. So I'm thinking about coming back to the RP community on either Sunday or Monday (Maybe Tuesday). Please note that the players (other than Archer) mentioned in the tags don't actually appear in this post. Later in the post Archer is talking to someone about his experience in the Province and who he has met as well as his opinion of them.))

 

 

10 miles off the coast of Amchitka, Alaska

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Echoes of Memory - 23

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((Written to 'Still Alive' by Lisa Miskovsky, Teddybear Remix.))

The echoes of long lost memory had finally coalesced into a vivid tapestry in her mind, fragmented no longer. Dru sat astride her motorcycle at the top of the ridge, gazing back toward the people of the hidden valley as they waved to her.

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Echoes of Memory - 22

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((Written to 'Only Time' by Enya.))

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Echoes of Memory - 21

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((Written to 'White Flag' by Dido.))

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Echoes of Memory - 20

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((Written to 'Asleep' by The Smiths.))

Dru discarded her stick and nodded as she rose from where she'd been kneeling in the dirt, brushing herself off a bit as she did so. Old John nodded as well, finally looking away from their various plans etched out on the ground, "Well, you heard the girl, we'd all better get some rest. It'll be an early mornin' if we're going to hit them with the sunrise at our backs."

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Echoes of Memory - 19

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((Written to 'Silent Lucidity' by Queensryche.))

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Echoes of Memory - 18

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((Written to 'The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails.))

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Echoes of Memory - 17

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((Written to 'Killing In The Name Of' by Rage Against the Machine.))

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Who are you, Archer? Part 3: City of Angels...and Devils.

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September 7th, 2156

Somewhere in the area formerly known as Los Angeles

 

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Echoes of Memory - 16

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((Written to 'Breathe' by the Prodigy.))

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Echoes of Memory - 15

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((Written to 'Believe' from the Run Lola Run Soundtrack.))

It is early afternoon, an unusually cool day that breezes through the house to send anything not weighed down rustling about. She is standing before a counter in what must have once been a kitchen, her lithe fingertips working at packing a shell casing to add to the hundreds already gathered in rows before her. Things are peaceful now and the delicate monotony of her task is half-meditative.

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Echoes of Memory - 14

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((Written to 'Change' by the Deftones.))

(This scene follows the dream in Echoes of Memory - 13)

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Who are you, Archer? Part 1: Into the Void

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((I'm taking a break from RP for god knows how long, mainly just to get to level 40+. Usually I have an IC excuse for disappearing for a week or longer. This is going to involve Archer's journey across the wastes to get to Alaska. Why? Read and find out))

 

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Echoes of Memory - 13

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((Written to 'Ride' by the Cary Brothers.))

She stands amongst the billowing wreckage, the very vision of coldly manicured beauty. She is clad in a black catsuit of some high tech weave she cannot name, its snug fit almost inappropriate in how it hugs her svelte form. Her long, vibrant red hair has been loosed to the wind and whips about her pristine features and away behind her in a scene straight out of an exaggerated hair products commercial.

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Echoes of Memory - 12

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((Written to 'One Caress' by Depeche Mode.))

Druuna sleeps restlessly, shifting uncomfortably in her tangle of sheets. The wind is picking up outside as a storm is brewing and the old house creaks its weary disdain of such trouble it is no longer well suited to weather. She is oblivious to the noise, lost in the throes of her own troubles, dreams such as they are.

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Echoes of Memory - 11

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((Written to 'The Next Life' by Suede.))

She is watching him from the expansive bay window of a lakehouse they've rented when the phone rings. He is down on the pier, wrestling with a canoe that seems to be winning the contest. She is wearing a silly smile full of affection and amusement as she brings the portable to her ear.

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Echoes of Memory - 10

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((Written to 'This Year's Love' by David Gray.))

Druuna is leaning back against her motorcycle beside the glowing campfire, snuggling into her pack for a bit of cushion. The usual desert chill has set in as heavy clouds have rolled in to blot out most of the stars. She huddles within her jacket with her feet close to the warming fire, her hands now fishing about in her pockets.

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Putting His Foot in the Grave - 1

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The raiders were nothing to the man as he tore through their ranks, the crude weaponry they held finding precious little to harm on the man. He seemed to always be clad in armor fit for a tank, as Driftstorm liked to tease. Blades scraped at the plating of his carapace, showing them that the best they could do was rivet the surface, or scratch through the already fading, pee green paint job.

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Echoes of Memory - 9

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((Written to 'Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show' by Neil Diamond.))

I Broke My Horse!

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((Just a nice little way of sayin 'I blew my computer up! Cry BBL!))


 


"Dear diary, notebook, journal...whatever you wanna call these pieces of shit paper I've been writin on and totin around with me everywhere I go...


"Anyway, I think I broke my horse. Damn thing was on its last leg anyways really but my dumb ass figured if I gave it just a bit more juice, I might be able to actually make it faster. Yeah....umm...that didn't go so well.


"I made it to Embry Crossroads though! Busiest damn town I've been to yet. Guess that's why whoever made this map I've been usin put the cute little star next to it.

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Method of Madness: Inside the Mind of a Madman (Chapter 3)

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As the day draws to a close Elijas stands near a barrel fire making a mental inventory of the events of the past week or so and begins preparing himself mentally for the assault on the Kingman Prison looming ominoisly on the hill.


 


 


 


<<<< Inner Thought Monologue of Elijas Metatron >>>>


"I've been making good time since I was in Oilville slowly working my way north. I hear there are some trade hubs once you're out of the desert so I've been scraping every chip and scrap I can and hopefully I can trade up a truck to haul some of this salvage or find one to fix up.


 

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Pyotr enters the light

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((OOC)) This is the first time Pyotr Velikiy wakes up. He will be speaking in a very thick russian accent so think the Cosmonaut from Armaggeddon. To keep things simple, words between asterisks (*) will be input from his senses, such as touch, taste, smell, sight and also outline actions. Pyotr with be highlighted in Red when speaking, all other characters will have names attatched to their colours the first time around. ((OOC))


 

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Zane Richards Audio Log Part 3

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*recorder clicks on*


"Eli sent me some schematics, good stuff, shotgun comes in handy sometimes.  Eli....not sure what possessed me to buy him a beer, maybe in the hope that I'd find one other human that didn't want to gut me for what was in my pockets."


*sound of him taking a long draw of a cigarette, and a equally long slow exhale*


"Decent fella, Eli, we chat now and then on the radio, he talks about putting a business together, sittin' back in our own place gettin' others to do the grunt work for us.  Sounds nice, if a bit out of reach.  Maybe...hell neither one of us can remember who we use ta be, but who the hell cares, could 'ave been a hundred years ago...fuck it."


*takes a drink of something, a few swallows followed by a satified sigh*

Always an Option C

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((This is a short introductory story for my character. Being new to FE and still learning about the various factions and lore, I'm refraining from diving in too deep on a backstory. But I figure this would be a good start. I'm a long time RPer (most of the recent stuff being on Second Life) and really looking forward to meeting and RPing with y'all on FE. If you see me, Amarok Tonrar, in-game, by all means, say hi!))


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