Jake Grimes - Sun, 08/10/2014 - 10:39am
((I’ve decided to try and pick up this character once more.
Shiu - Sun, 08/10/2014 - 5:25am
Skyla Ravenblood - Sun, 08/10/2014 - 1:51am
(( It may be a bit long, but Fox wanted me to post from the beginning... Beginning... Damn you Fox. Sorry for the length, but I hope you all enjoy it, whoever may be reading! ))
Eric Uno - Sat, 08/09/2014 - 4:35pm
August 8th, 2161 - North Burb
Rangella - Fri, 08/08/2014 - 5:34pm
Rangella's first outing into the RP Community. Thank you everyone who joined in and made it fun, I hope everyone else had the fun I did.
The red-head: Ysona
Man Ysona was shoved into: Basteel
Woman "assaulting" Rangella: Summer
Man with the chloroform: Blue
Engel - Fri, 08/08/2014 - 5:48am
God may forgive me, but thats not enough
Cause I gotta live with myself, 'till Im dust
Just walk on by, if we pass on the street
Sometimes in battle, its best to retreat
Engel - Fri, 08/08/2014 - 4:15am
There is no light, there is no charm
All my belongings, I hold in one arm
Under the bridge, asleep in the shade
All of the terrible choices that I made
Hanne Berg - Thu, 08/07/2014 - 9:23am
Hanne Berg sat on the stool at the end of the bar in Trader Flats. She rotated the half full glass of now well-past-room-temperature beer once more on its place mat. Hanne hated waiting around in bars, a woman alone in a bar is attracts all manner of low-life and no-hoper men wanting to 'buy her a drink'.
Hanne smirked to herself. At least she had inherited her fathers cold steel nordic eyes. Her well practiced cold-stare could stop even the most ardent bar-pest in his tracks.
Kosheen - Wed, 08/06/2014 - 4:50am
Kosheen looked to Kleineubel a glint of awkward desperation in her eyes. The women stood at the edge of the dust road out the front of the Linewood Diner, looking at a shiny refurbished car. The Blarcus as it was known was Marcus's pride and joy, a Mark 1 Interceptor, It had classic wasteland grunt and beautiful elegant lines detailing its body work. It had been recently serviced and repaired by boys at House of Spokes. The Blarcus was legendary according to its owner, it was seen many miles and a fair share of gunfights.
Eric Uno - Tue, 08/05/2014 - 6:38pm
August 4th, 2161 - Credit Bend Motel
Aventae - Mon, 08/04/2014 - 3:33pm
Eric Uno - Sat, 08/02/2014 - 5:59pm
August 2nd, 2161 - New Flagstaff, The Underworks
Kosheen - Sat, 08/02/2014 - 1:42am
Kosheen stuck the match, it burnt brightly and began to fizz between her fingertip. She cradled the flame in her hand, guarding it from the wind and mumbled a few quiet words. She protected the flame as if it was an injured fire fly, shielding it from harsh breeze flowing from the shadowy darkness of the night.
Eric Uno - Fri, 08/01/2014 - 4:13am
The orange glow of the setting sun over Tinkersdam and the small campfire was the only light the wastelander had as he went through the small cardboard box he lifted from Post 23 along with his old service rifle, a .357 SOCOM carbine. He sifted through memories that were old, joyful, and sometimes painful. Papers, photos, the occasional medal made from pieces of salvaged metals, though mostly for purposes of denoting his rank. Conscripts, especially Enforcer conscripts, never received medals. At least that's what his experience was.
Miss Nibbles - Wed, 07/30/2014 - 2:27pm
(As expected, language. Then again I haven't written for so long that people may have forgotten. Enjoy a quick and rusty short story.)
History repeats itself. Humans fight, humans die. Clone humans fight, clone humans die. We are doomed to repeat the past.
Satin Vesla - Sun, 07/27/2014 - 6:59pm
It had barely been a week since those words had been spilled. And in that time, she has done a great many things that were unlike her. Sanctity of life taken when she murdered a one lifer. She looked back on the moment often. The actual words pleading in her mind for her to calm down. The scent of anger and fear mixed in the air. The smell of lead and gunpowder as a 12 gauge slug fired into the chest of the one lifer. Watching blood and life ooze from the poor girl made Saty feel.. whole again, that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Solunati - Thu, 07/17/2014 - 5:00am
A slim figure sits in the back of the Black Beer Bar, her lithe body
betraying the rough edges of her leathered jacket, her cat like stare partially obscured
by the smoky tendrils drifting around her head as she pulls another
breath from the rolled cigarette. Se looks around the room at the bar patrons,
glaring malevolently at them. Eventually, her eyes are drawn to the
flickering flames of one of the burn barrels... Staring into them, she lost herself in thought.
Subdane - Tue, 07/15/2014 - 5:50pm
((Alright, last part of this haunting. I hope you enjoy, I had fun writing this :)
notheredave - Mon, 07/14/2014 - 1:21pm
mostly u dream u plan time for fun and play now and go about ur motions .right noth ?somehow ////// Right?///// this recloning buisiness isnt right aint so///////// THATS RIGHT! why Ur fellows r ps view u ///// wryly from across a great divide are U almost there yet to see into the soul through her eyes it u can get away from the nubiles questions? u love here noth? U THINK ABOUT HERE DAVE ?Ur day, noth NOT NOT TO GET LOST Noth! The diegetic space of the image is demoted in value and ultimately determined by a very complex nondiegetic mode of signification.
Dorado - Sun, 07/13/2014 - 10:51pm
For over a week Dorado had wandered the wastes looking for any sign of habitation. He did indeed find it, only it being long abandoned and being both gutted by fire and time. Dorado surmised that he was in the deep desert by the landscape. A place mostly uninhabited by the rank and file of the canyon, and populated scarcely by Bandits escaping justice or worse things out there. Yes, this is a place those seeking to disappear go. It is also a perfect spot for the Techs to set up facilities use to the very harsh and isolated conditions.
Angelo - Mon, 07/07/2014 - 4:26pm
*yesterday in Depot 66 - Angelo's Business office*
(( This is an event in responce to the convoy, and a bit of mission running in Depot 66))
Dorado - Sun, 07/06/2014 - 11:02pm
The southern deserts of the Canyon province are, and always have been, a very harsh and nigh inhospitable place to live. Long hot dry spells render the ground c ragged and barren. Lack of rain ensures only hardy cacti plants thrive, and even edible produce tended to by farmhands year around struggle despite being painfully irrigated with the scant water to be had. However the desert isn't without its promise of an isolated life away from the stalwart and martial Union in the fertile plains above the canyon.
notheredave - Sun, 07/06/2014 - 9:45pm
Subdane - Sun, 07/06/2014 - 6:16pm
((I hope its not too soon with the next part, I wouldn't want to spam the site. I just couldn't stop writing tonight hehe.))
Subdane - Sat, 07/05/2014 - 3:00pm
((My apologies for the long pause. I'll try and finish part three sooner than I did with part two. Hope you still enjoy though.))
Charlotte - Wed, 07/02/2014 - 2:42pm
I arrived several days ago. Drawn to the town like many others, lured by the prospect of increased trade and opportunities. The town seemed quiet, and not exactly bustling with life like I imagined.
Charlotte adjusted the cap resting on the top of her head, scouting the road next to her. When she was satisfied that no one seemed to be following her, she walked behind the wooden boards over to a table that held V.V's clothes.
The woman really did like her purple.
Dorado - Wed, 07/02/2014 - 1:47am
Daedilan Sitrep #247-84A
Mission: Recon of grid coordinates A1385U3788, Ascertain reason for failure of facility asset to check in.
Dorado - Thu, 06/26/2014 - 2:11am
A figure is thrown into a single room cell, and sprawls out onto the concrete floor. He skids for a bit nd the rough concrete causes rough friction against exposed skin. Very troubling for one bereft of all clothing. The room is bare and not like the clean, and borderline alien, rooms and corridors in the rest of the facility. Instead it has no furnishings, is dimly lit, bare of all color save a dirty gray, and reeks of old mildew. Two Guards walk in with a hose and spry the man down with a strong icy jet of water.
Sang - Wed, 06/25/2014 - 5:02pm
What am I going to do?
Where can I go?
My family is dead now, killed by raiders and what little we had stolen or burned.
All I have is what I have on, a notebook and a pencil..oh and this shovel.
Nothing do to now but start walking and hope for the best.
Maybe I can find work somewhere .. maybe shoveling out stables.
*Sara wipes her brow with a faded bandana and ties it around a tanned, collar bare neck. Hours later she arrives exhausted in South Burb and rests beneath a tree.*
Dorado - Tue, 06/24/2014 - 9:47am
Somewhere in the Canyon...