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Thread: RP: The Walking Dead: Dying To Live (greenandgold x randomname98766789)

Glenn lent his hand in the garden all day long. It was good bonding time for the three of them. Glenn found Beth smiling more than she would after a wave of depression and things were looking optimistic. After helping clear out the walkers near the gate, Glenn also burned the bodies with Maggie. The smell of rotten walkers was too much even just outside the gate. Before showering, Glenn found their leader, Rick, and told him what happened at the gate. The walkers were no longer spreading out. They were huddling together and pushing up against the gate with their bodies. Rick thanked Glenn for keeping an eye out and said they would double the gate duty when this happened again. After showering, Glenn went into the cell he shared with Maggie and smiled. He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans and boxers underneath. Nonsense, Maggie. All I did was stand and look around on watch. Helping out in the garden was fun. I actually learned a lot. Whenever youre working in the garden and I dont have anything going on, I can help. Besides, itll give us more time together as well. Not everything they had to do was done together and Glenn hated that. Whenever he found a chance to spend more time with Maggie, he did. When the Korean male plopped down onto the mattress, he felt the soft material form to the shape of his body, almost. It welcomed him and made him feel warm, but not as warm as he felt when Maggies arms wrapped around him. I love you more. Glenn teased, pressing a kiss onto her nose. Earlier, I said I wanted to talk to you. Can we talk now? Or do you have something else to do tonight? It was a serious question, not sarcasm. She did a lot around camp so he hoped she had some free time before they slept so they could talk. Like I said, its nothing bad. Its the opposite, actually. I just dont know how to say exactly what I want to say.
Thread: RP: The Walking Dead: Dying To Live (greenandgold x randomname98766789)

I have plenty of time. Beth and the other's are watching a movie. It's three hours long, She said and then laughed. So that gives us plenty of time to talk. What's on your mind? Maggie asked, and even though Glenn said that there wasn't anything wrong, she still couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't true. When most people said that they wanted to talk, it usually didn't mean anything good. It usually meant that things were about to be over. If you're having trouble saying what you need to say, then you just need to blurt it out. It's okay that you're not sure how to say it. Just take a few breaths and then say, 'Maggie, you're a really nice person, but I just don't think it's going to work out. I hope that we can still be friend's, even though this is the most cliched thing that's ever been said between a man and a woman... She said and smiled at him. It was a real smile, a kind one. Maggie wasn't angry with Glenn. He was a nice guy, and she didn't want him to feel bad because his feelings for her had changed. Sure, it sucked. Majorly. But that's just the way these things happened sometimes. I can have my stuff out in a few hours, okay? I'll find another cell to stay in and I'll share with Beth. Maybe Beth and Daryl can trade cells, this way it won't be too awkward between us, or for anyone else. Maggie sighed softly, and then moved to get out of the bed. I just want you to know that no matter what happens now, I still care about you. That's not going to change just because we're breaking up. When I care about someone, it's for life. She gave Glenn a sad smile and got up from the bed. The young woman started to walk around the cell and began to gather up all of her things to get ready to move them.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

This is the OOC for a one on one with PODS.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Since the stories of the woman and the dwarf are a little different can Bill tell whether either of them is lying?
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Well, I'd say the fact that the woman is terified and the dwarf has his lackeys brandishing their weapons is a pretty good clue. But feel free to roll perception... Hmmm.... There it is. Inveistigation. No! Not investigaiton! Perception Empathy!
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Rolled a 1, 10, 7, and 8, so 4 successes!
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

The girl is genuinely terified. She doesn't know why these guys are after whatever she has, but doesn't want them to have it. The dwarf is every bit as much a thug as his minions. He's just more suave about it. Unlcear in what ways the dwarf is lying, but your pretty sure the item in question does not belong to him or his employer.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Great, will try to get my post up tonight
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Excelent. Steeples his fingers now to see if 'm good for anything at all today.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Roll Join Battle.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

5 successes on Join Battle.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

So since I rolled the highest on my Join Battle roll should I make my next post now, or do I have to wait for anything?
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

You don't! Bring it on! I'll write out the battle wheel now!
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

blinks How do you roll strength for your attack roll?
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Isn't the attack roll for punching things Strength Brawl? If it's not I'll reroll whatever it really is.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Dex Brawl. Attack rolls are based off of dexterity. Damage rolls off of strength.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Whoops, must've misread the attack rules then. Rerolled my attack and got a much less impressive 4 successes on my roll.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

nods not as unimpressive as the dwarf's counter! I'm guessing 2 sucesses doesn't overocme your DV -1. Will get thet hugs moves out sometime soon. Sleepy now. Feel free to eidt in reaciotns and resposnes.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Not even close.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Did you roll the thugs damage? Can we link your character sheet into the posts so I can check your DV? I'm thinking how we can make things move more smoothly. Normaly when I run games like this, with multiple dice on one action, I try to do it for people I have on skype to help me resolve combat. By the way, the only dwarf involved is the spokesman. The others are fairly basic human thugs--if quite strong.
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Yeah skype would probably be helpful for smoothing things along. My username on there is pods6827, same as here, so send me a message when you can. And I edited my post slightly, I thought that the entire group were dwarves but now I have the group as humans in my post. Also I added a link to my character sheet at the bottom and my DVs are on it at the top just above my health boxes
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish) OOC Chat

Thank you very much! Adding you now!
Thread: Chiasmus

Chiasmus is a literary figure in which words are repeated in reverse order. Post your favourite! Mine is In the end, all is well. If it's not well, then it's not the end.
Thread: Tomfoolery Appointments [FxF RP Request Thread]

RE Tomfoolery Appointments RP Request Thread More roles added!
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish): Character Profiles

A son of Marduke is about to be plunged into the middle of it all
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish): Character Profiles

William Bill Ames, Scion of Marduk
Thread: (Scion: Enuma Elish): Character Profiles

Rosemary Hankins Elias Nilson
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Nah, I got it. May glanced at his foot only for a bare minute before stepping in to grab the plate of fresh cookies. So she knew why he likely wasn't in the service anymore... Would he still be there if he hadn't gotten hurt? Did he like war? How many people had he killed? How many civilians? May tried to keep the worry from her face as she stepped back into the living room, wondering whether he could've been one of the soldiers she'd seen on Max's TV dragging children from their mothers' arms and murdering them. Sorry about the doors, she said as she sat down at the opposite end of the couch. I don't like 'em anyway, but the other one used to have one. Then my roommate had his brother over. She frowned as she offered him the plate, then took a cookie herself. He'd just gotten back, needed a place to stay for a couple days. Freaked out in the middle of the night, busted straight through the door like one of them Looney Tunes, started throwing stuff, trying to choke out his brother. She shook her head. Anyway, landlord won't fix it. Had to pay Mr. Franklin upstairs in baked goods and knitwear to fix the plaster. She nodded to a space of wall near the hallway which had been recently patched. He tried to do it for free--built houses for thirty-five years, after all--but I don't take stuff for free. Fair's fair. After a brief pause she looked at him seriously. It's okay, y'know. If you have those dreams too. Got plenty of experience. Just...I don't allow guns or anything like that. Cool? After securing his promise that he wouldn't bring guns in the house she brightened again, returning to her previously bubbly self. Where ya from? She asked, taking another cookie. Not from Baltimore, I can tell. Course, seems like nobody's from Baltimore these days. Not since all the gentry moved out to the suburbs.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Jack took a cookie and bit into it, letting May's questions wash over him. Damn, girl, he said deliggtedly. These are good. Eating it faster than it really deserved, he took another. And not just, like, in a 'beats the chow line' way, y'dig? I mean, these are good . And don't worry, I ain't planning on bringing no guns here. Hell, closest I got's a pocket knife. He watched her reaction, carefully. Not even a switchblade. Just a folding knife, like you'd use fir whittling. He took more time with the second one, shifting a little sl he coukd check out the kinky-haired redhead at the other end of the couch. I'm from Texas, originally. Well, born overseas - India, I think. But my grannies did mosta the work raising, because my folks... well, they traveled a lot. He decided not to mention the smuggling, or gun-running, or any of that. And, as far as dreams are concerned? He sighed, and friwned a little. Not... not usually. But, well, everyone does. Once in a while. Had to do a lot of stuff over there, and I ain't always proud of it. He forced a smike. Ain't gonna bother you if I don't wanna talk about it? I'd just as soon forget all about it. Finishing iff the second cookie, he looked around tge living room. Partly out of curiousity, and partly so he woukdn't keep staring at those bare tits of hers. Because they were a nice pair, and he really wanted to see more, and he didn't need to fuck up getting a pad. So, you bake and you knit. What else f,do you do? Going to school as well?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

May grinned and practically glowed with pride at his compliments. Old recipe, she said with a shrug. My grand-mre insisted on teaching me how to bake. Says nothing keeps the wolves at bay like a well-baked cake. Can't ever seem to make pastries to her liking though. When he announced that he did have a pocket knife she cocked her head a little, as though trying to decide whether she was okay with it. Just...keep it put away unless we're like, robbed or something, kay? Violence...well it ain't my jam. She shifted uncomfortably before changing the topic. That was a dark place she preferred not to revisit. Well, least you had someone lookin' out for ya. She took another cookie and chewed thoughtfully as Jack explained his dreams and asked not to talk about it. S'cool brother, she answered, shrugging again. Got a lotta friends came back way broken. Some feel like talking helps, some don't. I'm here if you wanna but I ain't gonna force it. May watched him as he tried not to look at her. Nah. Ain't got the money or the grades, she said with a shrug. I work at the diner down the street. Came in from Ilchester 'bout three or four years ago. Max--my friend--picked me up off the street and let me crash with him for a bit, found me this place and a job. If it weren't for him I'd still be strummin' a guitar down in Harborplace for pocket change. Not like I'm exactly the college type. She smiled pleasantly. Clearly it didn't bother her. I'm off this afternoon but I gotta open tomorrow. There's a peace rally tomorrow afternoon, after I get off, if you wanna go. If you don't it's cool. She tilted her head at a farther angle, trying to catch his eye as he determinedly avoided hers. You can look, y'know, she assured him gently. I don't believe in hiding parts of our bodies if we don't want to. God forbid people know that I, a twenty-two year-old woman have breasts. She giggled a bubbly sort of laugh and leaned back against the arm of the couch as though displaying herself. These are our God-given bodies. The Bible says Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden because they learned of shame...so what if we un-learn shame? Only put on clothes when we want, sleep with who we want, smoke and drink what we want, love who we want, do what we want...so long as it's not hurting anyone else, why isn't that the norm? We'd all be a lot happier if we did, I promise you. She shrugged. So look if you want. Not like I don't know they're there. May finished off her third cookie, chewing thoughtfully. So what about you? she inquired as though she hadn't just invited Jack to stare at her bare tits. Working? Not like...'damn lazy kid you get a job!' She pulled her chin in, crumpled her face, and shook her fist in her best old man impression. Rent's gotta get paid somehow. So long's it's on the up-and-up I don't care where it's from. Know a few folks lookin' for help if you're having trouble finding anything.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Holy crap, was this white chick coming on to him? Or was this what hippies were like? Either way, he had to shift a little because the way she stretched and showed herself off made the blood drain right out of his head and into his cock. Clothes make the man, I always heard, he said, leaning back and taking another cookie. I guess that's true, even if you aren't wearing any. Me, I need to get me some threads. He plucked at the t-shirt he was wearing. Not these Army leftovers, either. Something fly, you know? Stop looking like a damn soldier, now that I'm out. May finished off her third cookie, chewing thoughtfully. So what about you? she inquired as though she hadn't just invited Jack to stare at her bare tits. Working? Not like...'damn lazy kid you get a job!' She pulled her chin in, crumpled her face, and shook her fist in her best old man impression. Rent's gotta get paid somehow. So long's it's on the up-and-up I don't care where it's from. Know a few folks lookin' for help if you're having trouble finding anything. I may take you up on that, Jack said. Cause, yeah. I got my last paycheck, and a little savings, but like you said. Rent's gotta get paid, and I don't strum no damn guitar. He grinned at that, hoping the gesture made it sound like the joke he'd intended it as. GI Bill covers tuition, and my books, and a bit of housing. But not enough, not if I want to do crazy shit like eat as well. Besides, I ain't gonna just sit on my ass - a brother's gotta work, if he's gonna have any self respect, y'dig? He chuckled. Well, that and Granny Sam'd kick my black ass if I tried to be lazy. She never did tolerate that shit. Or, worse, Gramma Jackie'd just look at me. He waved a hand. You know the look , right? That one that makes you feel all guilty for everything you've ever done? He finished off the cookie, and debated grabbing another one. But for now, you said there's a peace rally? Maybe I'll check that out. God knows I didn't want to be in Nam, and it'd be nice if I could get my buddies back home.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Not that bein' out keeps you from standing at attention, May snickered, teasing him by nudging his thigh with her foot gently. She'd ride that, if she were honest, but was aware of how societies conventions might make Jack hesitant about sleeping with a girl he'd just met. Hopefully he'd come around in time and see that the body wants what the body wants, and that sex had nothing to do with love or even liking someone. We'll find you something, but I dunno if it'll be fly. Salvation Army and stuff like that, Goodwill, some other sorta thrift shop, that's what I can afford dunno how much you got saved up. She chuckled at his joke about playing guitar and busking for rent money. GI Bill covers tuition, and my books, and a bit of housing. But not enough, not if I want to do crazy shit like eat as well, Jack explained. Pfft! Food's overrated, May agreed, waving a dismissive hand. Who needs to eat ? Besides, I ain't gonna just sit on my ass - a brother's gotta work, if he's gonna have any self respect, y'dig? I dig, she agreed, nodding and grabbing another cookie. Cookies were made to be eaten, after all. Well, that and Granny Sam'd kick my black ass if I tried to be lazy. She never did tolerate that shit. Or worse, Gramma Jackie'd just look at me. He waved a hand. You know the look , right? The one that makes you feel all guilty for everything you've ever done? May nodded. My mom used to have that look, she agreed. Dad's a little more... action-oriented. Grand-mre has the look too...calls him a brute, tried to get me to France but the legal system... She shrugged. If Jack looked closely he would notice that her nose was slightly crooked and that there were several old scars along her shoulders and arms, some of which looked suspiciously cigarette-shaped. In any case, I hate the look but I preferred it. A brief, awkward silence hung between them as Jack finished off his cookie. But for now, you said there's a peace rally? Maybe I'll check that out. God knows I didn't want to be in Nam, and it'd be nice if I could get my buddies back home. May perked right back up, wiggling her hips excitedly. Yeah absolutely! The more the better! she encouraged. Max said he's gonna get me world peace for my birthday. She giggled and wiggled again as though she really believed that that was possible. Which, speaking of, my birthday's on Saturday. Obviously you're invited to the party, but it's here so if you don't wanna go it's cool but you'd have to like...go out or stay in your room or something.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

He hadn't noticed the scars before - a hot shirtless chick left him with other things to focus in, after all. But he saw them now, and it sent a hard, angry chill through him. Her own father had done that? Well, hopefully he wouldn't come round. Or, if he was lucky, maybe the son of a bitch would. The comment about her birthday was a welcome change of conversation. Yeah, he said, sounds like a gas. Can't get you world peace, though, he added, grabbing a cookie. You may just have to settle for my half of the rent. Oh, and dinner. He bit into the cookie. Ain't much for baking, but I can whip up a big old pot of chili. I usually make it hot enough to melt steel, but I can ease back on that. John stretched, then pulled back when he kicked the coffee table. He doubted she'd mind, but the sound of plastics and metal clunking on wood made him feel self-conscious. Or, if you'd like something different, I picked up some recipes in Nam. He gestured around with his free hand. We'd swap with the locals sometimes, especially on leave because we'd want some real food. You can't get the ingredients for some of it here, but I could probably do up something like ban show. Polishing off the cookie, he sat up again. And I need to go for a walk. Doc says I need to do it regularly, because it helps get used to the prosthetic. Want to come along and give me the nickel tour of the neighborhood? He nodded at the window. If I'm living here, I should get to know the place.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

May grinned at the mention of dinner, but rolled her eyes when Jack promised to dial back the heat. Is it because I'm white? she asked bluntly, mentioning race for the first time. Coz white folks get a rap for not being able to handle spice, but I ain't like that. There's an Indian place up the street ask them. When he accidentally kicked the coffee table she started to ask if he was okay, then bit her tongue when she saw it was his prosthetic which had hit the table. She didn't know how sensitive he was about it. Hey you wanna cook for me I'll let you, she assured him, no matter what it is. There's a couple Asian markets left in the area that haven't been run out. None of them bill themselves as Vietnamese, obviously... But I think Mr. Pham is Vietnamese. We can talk to him, maybe he'll have what you need. When Jack offered to go for a walk May bounced to her feet. Lemme change real quick, she said, shrugging her vest off before she'd even entered the hallway, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. Mr. Pham won't let me in if I don't wear a proper shirt. Fascist. It was clear she didn't really think he was a fascist, but it was a source of annoyance nonetheless. When May emerged wearing a mostly transparent top which had clearly been chosen more for sticking it to The Man than for practical purposes. Her rosy nipples were still visible through the cloth, but technically she was wearing a shirt, so Mr. Pham couldn't kick her out. She took the stairs one at a time, as much because she was clumsy as to wait for Jack, before directing him down the street. I work down at that corner diner, she said, pointing to a greasy spoon at the end of the block. We got Goodwill, few restaurants. I'm the only white person for six blocks so don't worry about not being able to go about your business without getting harassed. She looped her arm in his as she bounced along at his side, drawing the occasional stare but nobody said anything. They knew May and her friends, knew she was a little...odd, a little off, so they didn't usually question it. Is it the whole leg or just the foot? she asked after a while. I mean... If you don't mind talking about it. If you don't wanna it's cool.