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Hair of the Dog; Open to All
Topic Started: May 7 2018, 07:06 PM (71 Views)
Reaxeons
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The sun bakes her skin as her eyes flutter open. Blinding light and a groan pass each other on their way in and out and Briar tosses her head to the side, an arm laying over her too warm face to block out the world. Her small fire she had curled around in the night was nothing more than soldering ash. It was with a mild note of pleasure that she realized the bottle grasped in her hand was still housing a bit of liquid.

Sitting up and stifling the feeling of the world continuing on while she was still, she clumsily tipped the bottle back, letting the amber fluid roll down her throat, some on the inside and the smallest of a trickle on the out.

It was cheap whiskey, cheap because she found it in a dumpster still corked and only half gone.

Her tipping proved to be too much for her sorry excuse for balance, and she found herself laid out flat on her back once more, the hangover still strong and threatening to split her head in half like a righteous goddess of logic.

"Hair of the dog my ass Da... why didn't you have any good advice?" She asked, eyes heavily lidded.

The wind was the only answer and the smallest of smiles managed to break over her lips as she laid there, behind a half fallen wall and the dumpster she had dove into last night.

Relatively covered, or at least as much cover as a completely drunken and chem'd up wanderer of the wastes could find when in pursuit of the only happiness they know.

Now the shade that had so kindly protected her had retreated she had no choice but consider her position.

"Maybe one day I just won't wake up..." She sighed.

The wind died down and the silence felt like a judgement.

With a growl she sat up unsteadily, knowing that the small bit of whiskey wouldn't be enough to keep the high going. It was time to sober up and get moving. Patting her pockets and finding everything still attached that should be, she scuffed her boots at the ashes and peered around the wall, into the wide openness that is the wastes.

"I don't even know where I am...What've you done now yourself rosy-girl?" She muttered to herself.

It wouldn't take much to sneak up on her as she leaned on the wall, taking stock of her situation and trying something not often praticed in her life.

Which is to say trying to rub enough of her braincells together to come up with a plan that didn't include some more indulgence and the calming embrace of blacking out completely.
Edited by Reaxeons, May 7 2018, 07:11 PM.
Briar O'Flynn The Baseball Babe With The Power
Strength: 8 Perception: 5 Endurance: 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 6 Agility: 3 Luck: 6

Mason Throckmorton The Slippery Devil
Strength: 4 Perception: 8 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 8 Intelligence: 8 Agility: 4 Luck: 4
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The sound of gravel shifting had her oversensitive ears perking, and she turned as quickly on her heel as she could while keeping balance, Another Thing held high and in position for a nasty swing. Instead of a raider, or anything at eye level really, she saw a dog. Relatively well off dog, if the dark smatter of dried blood around its muzzle and bright look to it's eyes had anything to say about it.

"Oh for fuck's sake...Hey there big guy." She cooed softly, trying to back away a step.

The dog followed one step, and she held her breath for a moment, thinking over her options.

She didn't really want to kill it. Inside of her thick exterior, she had a soft spot for animals, probably located somewhere near her kidneys. Who knows, regardless of the actual location of it, it was felt big time and looking at this dog she wanted nothing more than to know she could walk away, and it could walk away, and life would go on without any real issue.

Unluckily for Briar and her softhearted pit in the center of her chest, the dog lunged without any warning and her instincts kicked in before she could blink.

A sick sounding crack rang through the air echoing throughout her skull with the thud of the impact shaking up her arms and a high pitched whine of pain was cut short when the second swing hit the beast in the head, crushing it's skull before it could suffer too much longer.

"...I'm sorry." She said softly to the mound of flesh at her feet.

New splatterings of blood joined the old on her pants, and she pressed her lips together in mild disgust, whether pointed at the corpse and the blood slowly oozing out onto the ground or at herself for causing it she was unsure of in that moment. Kneeling down she sighed, before poking at it to ensure it was one hundred percent dead as could be.

Wouldn't do to tuss it up and carry it back to someone with a knife to get it cleaned and have it wake up halfway there.

Despite the small portion of her that naively hoped that it was just knocked out, the thing didn't respond to any of her prodding, and the puddle of blood only grew larger as she picked it up by the legs and shook it gently to get as much of the blood off as possible.

When she was satisfied by the lessened amount of leaking being done by the dog, she set it behind her neck, one hand gripping its paws and the other wielding Another Thing. She was ready to wander in one direction until she came upon some small selection of civilization so she could get something out of this experience other than the sick feeling coming to a rolling boil in her stomach.

With her prize on her shoulders she started walking, leaving behind an environmental story board behind her for the next person to want a quick dive in the dumpsters.


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Briar O'Flynn The Baseball Babe With The Power
Strength: 8 Perception: 5 Endurance: 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 6 Agility: 3 Luck: 6

Mason Throckmorton The Slippery Devil
Strength: 4 Perception: 8 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 8 Intelligence: 8 Agility: 4 Luck: 4
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Your a great writer and I want more writing. Or at least right now I think your great, you could prove me wrong by writing really hackney and cliche dialogue, or having terrible character relationships, which would be a really fucked up plot twist to drop on me. The fact that your character speaking to themselves was very weighted and interesting, your brief interactions between Briar and her dad and the dog show you have a talent for character relations, even if they were only explored briefly.

You already write in a very The Wastes chic style, clinically depressing with lots of exciting and interesting word play. Leaving "an environmental storyboard" behind is the type of unique characterization that always puts a smile on my face, same with the rub braincells together and all the gross alcoholic adventures. I think this roleplay was pretty much flawless as a short intro for the character, but even with all that said there's still stuff for you to work on.

The dog could've been described much more, same for Briar and her surroundings. I know she woke up drunk and lost, and she's not an expert at identifying postwar dog breeds, but extra description would've painted a more uniform picture for everyone reading this. There was no real story element here that developed or lengthy plot, which isn't exactly my MO either. I was really satisfied and excited at the end of this read, but I can't really give more critique without more writing.

Onto rewards!

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One Large Hide - Cut and sewn together, this collection of dark colors looks more like a blanket than a dog hide. For fashion, barter, and cover.

Rabid Paws (Tier One, PC) - Fingerless Gloves with long nails above where your knuckles lie. They only reach down to your wrist, and weren't designed for anything past a quick series of confrontations. Expect these to break off inside whatever your swinging at, they're still all too handy in a brawl.

Dumpster Jerky - Can beef jerky go bad? What about dumpster jerky? You already threw away the pieces that were black with mold, better eat the rest before the bacteria comes back.
Edited by Cewebwalz, May 23 2018, 01:04 PM.
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