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| Dancin' In The Ruins; Edgar and Jasper are up! Unity Bridge | |
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| Blue | Oct 8 2017, 11:30 AM Post #16 |
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The air that had smelled stale and sour a moment ago, perked up with a distant scent that made Jasper's stomach flutter in anticipation. A smoky, salty smell that he remembered from his earliest days of childhood; the twenty year old taste of smoked and salts peanuts almost drove Jasper mad with anticipation. Creak Jasper's steps had taken him out onto the covered bridge that divided the two sides of Unity. The boards squealed and screamed beneath his feet and he imagined himself plunging into the foul waters below. Whatever fine smells his mind had conjured up were gone and replaced with a thin stench that seemed to be coming from across the water. He couldn't place it exactly, but his medical insight told him it was most likely decay that was drifting over the stale air. He didn't know why that made him so uneasy, ruins weren't ruins without a forgotten body of some poor soul or creature that had wandered off to a terrible and dull fate. He threw a glance over his shoulder and didn't see Edgar or the calf among the still standing buildings behind him. Jasper had been so wound up in his own head that he didn't know where the kid had gone off to. It wasn't good to leave him waltzing around on his own with a bum ankle. He turned around a drew a number of shrieks from the boards beneath his feet. Jasper shook his head in annoyance and crossed back to the other side of the bridge. His gaze drifted out over the water and the shrieking stopped when Jasper's legs locked up. Jasper's eyes grew wide and he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Out over the thin, grey waters that trickled beneath the bridge, soared a thin red balloon on a long string. Something thick seemed to be dripping off into the water below. The stench of decay leaped back into Jasper nostrils and he sprinted back through the mess of collapsing buildings and homes. He had to find Edgar fast. |
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Gilbert Rose Level 5 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6 Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted. "Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5 Weapons: Scalpel Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most. Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7 Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1) Average height, bulky for a ghoul. Sun Apr 30, 1:17:19pm cewebwalz: your my spaghetti daddy blue Tue June 19, 9:52:57pm lonesomedrifter23: ^Blue the best mod in the business | |
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| Funkifan | Oct 21 2017, 08:35 AM Post #17 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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It was soon obvious to Edgar that Jasper had not followed him at all. Instead, he stood only with Lulubelle, on the abandoned store. An ominous feeling began to crawl over his skin, not unlike a spider who had crawled under his clothing. "Something isn't right..." Lulubelle appeared on edge too, as the redhead glanced at where she stood. Her two heads seemed to be examining the area, low to the ground, ready to headbutt and pierce with her horn nubs if something appeared through the cracks on the wood. Suddenly, soft, barely audible music rang throughout Edgar's ears. It was the melody of a music box, yet the medic couldn't determine from where it was coming from, at first, until the metal box on the lower part of the counter began to shake, slightly. Curiosity, having beaten fear, compelled the boy to peer at what was inside, grasping his Study Group Special, as he carefully opened the lid of the box. Inside, what he found was not a music box, but a plushie doll with a message on its hands. The doll presented was something quite strange, as it appeared to resemble a clown, with a white painted face, a red button nose, its black eyes having a blue line painted on them. The doll appeared to be creating the music, and albeit it was innocent enough, there was something on it that just gave Edgar a bad vibe. Carefully, he placed his pistol on the counter, as he reached for the message. Picking it up, he slowly took it off the clown's hands. "Well... you're... not so bad, after all... I think..." The song then stopped, and the doll sprang up. "GAH!" The redhead quickly closed the lid once more and backed away, snatching back his pistol from the counter and aiming at the box, which shook a few times more, before stopping completely, the melody becoming moot and offbeat. Frowning, he fired once at the box with the non-lethal mode of his pistol, the electric shock making the box frizzle and send out sparks for a few moments, a deep piano note being heard afterward. "Let's... let's go Lulubelle. Let's find Jasper and the clinic... and... let's head out..." Lulubelle gave out a soft, worried moo, to which the redhead replied by gently patting her head, as he gave a couple glances at the counter. Nothing appeared, and whatever melody existed was now gone. "Let's go... I... I don't think we should remain here for long..." Exiting the general store, Edgar headed to the main avenue of the town, frantically looking for Jasper, some sweat coming out of his brow, alert from anything else the town could be hiding in the ruins, the calf standing close to him. "Jasper? Jasper?! Where are you?! JASPER?! YOU OKAY?!" Edgar cried out. "Gosh... Jasper... please be okay..." He stopped his search, as the pain on his ankle began to set back in. Unable to continue, he sat on the sand, close to the clinic of Unity Bridge, deciding that it would be a good place to wait for Jasper hoping that his fellow doctor could find him. Lulubelle placed one of her heads on his shoulder, giving him a lick. Edgar smiled ever so slightly, fearful of having lost Jasper, something bad happening to him. He was reminded of the note that he still carried on his left hand by the wind making the paper brush against the tips of his fingers. Gulping, he decided to open the note, which read: Today, my fren Jimmy tol me that he found a nice, fun guy to play with. He tol me to come to the alley Monday, but mommy told me that I can't I haven' seem Jimmy since. My daddy says that bad men took him, and that I shoul be careful. I'm a little scared. Tuff, ruff men have ben comin for some tim, but Jimmy didn' said he was ruff. I'm worried 'bout Jimmy. |
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Edgar Algae -HC- SPECIAL: 3-5-7-8-6-7-4 Level: 4 Edgar is a tall, attractive man, with red bright hair, green eyes, and tan skin, due to his Hispanic heritage. He currently wears a yellow t-shirt, with cargo shorts, a Leather Jacket (Tier 2, Good CON, plus on intimidation checks). Attached to his left wrist, he possesses an Automedical Assistant. On his back, he carries an XL Rucksack, that contains several items of his', like a Medical armored Suitcase, filled with all sorts of medical equipment. His weapon of choice is the Study Group Special, a modified mini-zapper. He is Good Natured, Spongey, and has Sex Appeal (For the girls) +120 BT Reputation; +90 Nawlins Reputation | |
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| Blue | Dec 24 2017, 11:22 PM Post #18 |
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The winds blew with a harsh fury, clattering the scattered wooden planks and rusted tin husks all about in a concert of ill omens. Visions of a bloody balloon danced in and out of Jasper's vision as he walked through the same loop of houses over and over again. The wreckage of the inn, and then the liquor store and pub, and then the makeshift deputy's office, and then the two fishermen's houses that should have been on the edge of town. And then the doctor's place near the bridge, and then the bridge again. Each time he thought he was going a new way, he would end up back at the bridge and see another ominous balloon hanging over the water. The more and more that Jasper walked, the more and more he felt the balloon drawing nearer and nearer. His mind had come to a grinding halt; Jasper no longer sensed that he was in control of his own movements. For once, he could sit back and let someone else crack under enormous pressure. There was nothing in him anymore that he had to be scared to lose. For all his ideas and all his great breakthroughs, perhaps Jasper was nothing but a waste of whatever organic matter he had been made up of. He may have cried if he was not trapped in a wheel of hopeless abandonment. Jasper stepped passed the doctor's office for what may have been the tenth time and felt another wave of hopelessness wash over him when the husk of the covered bridge stared back at him. He stepped up to it once again and stared out across its length towards the abandoned shacks that had made up the human's side of the settlement all those years ago, when Unity had been a town divided by hate. Jasper had heard those whispers in town, but now that he stood upon the hallowed ground, he felt as if he had lived through those time. A murmur of voices came from behind him, and he turned to face of a wave of five ghouls running towards him with muskets and muzzleloaders in hand. They were yelling about the incoming human invaders, and when they reached Jasper, they all collapsed in a gruesome medley of gore. One's head split open, one's leg was exposed down to the bone, another's aged, pale guts seeped out of his fragile, bony stomach. They each curled up on the ground into the fetal position and their blood began to ooze down the hill towards the river and the opening of the bridge. Jasper's eyes followed the trail of blood to the figure that stood on the opposite end of the bridge. The beast was massive and cloaked in shadows and a brown-burlap sack covered its face. The red balloon in its hand dripped with blood and Jasper muttered to himself to keep his sanity. "It's not real. It's not real." The creature released the balloon and it drifted across the bridge in the heavy winds and settled in front of Jasper. The blood dripped off of the balloon in almost an instant once it reached his petrified form; beneath the blood was written: IT'S REAL Jasper turned and ran before he realized he was doing in. He passed the wreckage of the inn, and then the liquor store and pub, and then the makeshift deputy's office, and then the two fishermen's houses, and then the wreckage of the general store where Lulu-belle stood with watery, distressed eyes. "Edgar we have to leave!" Jasper shouted with a hoarse voice that he hoped the boy had heard. "Now!" He continued running right passed the brahmin, unable and unwilling to wait for the boy to flee. |
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Gilbert Rose Level 5 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6 Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted. "Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5 Weapons: Scalpel Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most. Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7 Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1) Average height, bulky for a ghoul. Sun Apr 30, 1:17:19pm cewebwalz: your my spaghetti daddy blue Tue June 19, 9:52:57pm lonesomedrifter23: ^Blue the best mod in the business | |
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| Funkifan | Jan 14 2018, 11:48 AM Post #19 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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Edgar's perspiration began increasing, as the wait for Jasper became longer than he expected. Cleaning his brow with the back of his hand, as he continued to pet Lulubelle, who had decided to take seat next to him, placing one of her heads on his lap, the other hanging close to the ground, as the doctor's space created between his legs and his torso was unable to hold the two heads with enough space for both. A chill ran down his spine, as he turned around to observe the general area where he was at, as he heard another shrill cackle in the distance. His ears had already been subjected to two more, and it was beginning to make him even more uneasy, as he couldn't see who, or what was behind them. "Jasper!" He exclaimed again, Lulubelle perking her ears, startled. Noticing this, the redhead went back to petting her gently, trying to calm her and himself. He was never coming back here, that was for sure. At least, not for a long, long time. "Did you ever heard about that Italian chef who died?" Edgar's eyes went wide as plates, freezing in place, as he listened to an uncanny, awfully cheery voice that had suddenly sprouted on his psyche, almost as if someone had been speaking from inside of him. Another person. But how? Who was the one behind the cackles and owner of the voice? "He pasta away!" The same voice answered, a rambunctious laugh coming shortly afterward. "Who's there?! Get out, now!" The doctor was quick to retrieve his gun, aiming it at nothing in particular, as he attempted to stand up once more, as quickly as his injury allowed him, making Lulubelle spring up back to her feet, mooing as her head stood low, ready to charge at anything that came nearby, confused and uneasy. Exposing his back, to propel himself with his free hand as he used his knee of his injured leg to support himself, using his unscathed extremity to finally stand up, remembering to place his weight on it, instead of the other, to prevent more damage to his ankle. Turning around, he stood as firm as he was able to, his senses peeled at any potential danger. As he examined the terrain, however, he noticed an odd sight in the distance. Aiming his weapon at the figure, he noticed that it seemed to be running in circles around the beginning of the bridge. Suddenly, the figure stopped and sprinted towards Edgar's direction, with Lulubelle trotting right towards it. "Jasper! Jasper, I'm here!" The Hispanic boy raised up his left hand, as he still held his minizapper on the other. "What happened?! Why were you-" His fellow doctor replied with an exclamation of his own, that stated that they had to leave at once, yet offered no further explanation, as he ran past the redhead, not stopping for him, with Lulubelle also being left behind. "J-Jasper! I can't run... I..." He glanced back at him, gulping, as he saw him run away. He began shaking slightly, as he heard the voice again as if it was mocking him. "Don't be a coward and run away from your problems" Another awful guffaw, then the response. "Let the problems run away from you." "Bad, bad jokes. Eech!" His pocket suddenly sprung to life, with Zizzy. "That's for sure... so you can hear them too? Zizzy?" "Yes, yes!" The plant replied, as he Edgar glanced its way, he noticed the remainders of a fallen wooden cross on the corner of his vision, that signaled the presence of the clinic. "But we're so close... J-Jasper..." He muttered, as he felt his spirits falling to the ground, a frown forming on his face, tears swelling in his eyes. "No. I'm not going to leave until we get the medical supplies." Whistling to get Lulubelle's attention, he ventured closer to the clinic, noticing that the wooden door had been smashed open, the knob on the door missing. Two windows were present at each side of the entrance, and they showed a wooden table, mostly intact, with pillows propped on top of it, making the redhead assume that it probably once had been used as a medical couch or table to collocate patients and perform studies. His vision soon became obscured by the figure of a being on the window, covered in bright white and red clothing, that hanged loosely from its body, as many faces that stared back at the redhead occupied the dark void that was the head, shifting quickly between each, some of them becoming more and more familiar, as the redhead looked upon. The showgirls, past relationships, his family. Rivulets of blood began to fall from their mouths before another cackle began ringing in his mind. Frozen in place, the redhead only snapped from the trance evoked by the fear when he felt Lulubelle's snout gently nudging his hand and leg. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" The redhead cried out, as he lifted his pistol and shot twice against the right window, breaking it, shattering the illusion and the figure, that screamed in agony as it disappeared from his view. Panting, the redhead headed inside, some tears running from his face, giving small jumps to advance, pushing the door open, turning around to gaze at Lulubelle, giving her a small nod. "T-Thank you, Lulu... s-stay here. I'll just pick up s-some stuff... a-and we go out of here... okay?" Replying with a sad, terrified moo, Edgar continued, moving towards the left side, where he found, much to his luck, a pair of crutches propped against the corner. Using the table as support, he made his way towards the items, finally being able to prop himself over them, before continuing to explore the clinic, his movement becoming faster due to the support he had acquired, although it was in no way easy, finding himself almost slipping a couple times due to his general inexperience when it came to utilizing crutches, plus also maintaining a grip on his gun. He was quick to discover a small medical bag, that had been left next to an open cabinet, that seemed to had been plucked from most of its valuables. Having gone far enough for him to give up now, he dived in to grasp the bag, hitting his head on the glass door as he did so, without breaking the glass. Fortunately, the crutch on his left side had ended up propped against the opposite cabinet door, making it easy for him to recover it. Grasping several closed containers, he was swift to place them on the light bag, pushing them or throwing them outright inside, without placing much thought on what each contained, and what they had, until each section was empty, except for the bottom one. Reaching down, he acquired what it seemed to be like a pill flask, storing it shortly afterward, his hand grasping over something squishy and soft. Bringing it out, he observed in abject horror that what he held was the wrist of a cut hand, pale skin that gave way for purple and black that began spreading from the fingers. Screaming, he threw the hand across the room, as the voice from before returned. "How many people have you abandoned, Edgar?" "Get out of my head!" Without a second thought, the redhead grasped the other crutch, as he placed the strap of the bag against his neck, and jumped back, just in time to prevent the cabinet from crashing over him. He ran towards the exit, bumping against the table on his desperate escape from the clinic, hitting his upper leg. Ignoring the pain, he managed to cross the umbral that separated him from the outside, finding Lulubelle outside. "Run! Run Lulubelle!" The calf obeyed, as she broke into a sprint, with Edgar doing his best to mantain his pace with the crutches. |
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Edgar Algae -HC- SPECIAL: 3-5-7-8-6-7-4 Level: 4 Edgar is a tall, attractive man, with red bright hair, green eyes, and tan skin, due to his Hispanic heritage. He currently wears a yellow t-shirt, with cargo shorts, a Leather Jacket (Tier 2, Good CON, plus on intimidation checks). Attached to his left wrist, he possesses an Automedical Assistant. On his back, he carries an XL Rucksack, that contains several items of his', like a Medical armored Suitcase, filled with all sorts of medical equipment. His weapon of choice is the Study Group Special, a modified mini-zapper. He is Good Natured, Spongey, and has Sex Appeal (For the girls) +120 BT Reputation; +90 Nawlins Reputation | |
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| Blue | Jan 19 2018, 04:21 PM Post #20 |
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Jasper stopped at the top of the dune overlooking Unity Bridge and was humbled by its small size. How had he wandered for what felt like hours without finding an exit? Whatever had settled into the Unity Bridge ruins was an evil force far beyond what he had expected to find. It mattered little to Jasper, who had barely escaped town with his trousers intact. He didn't even have any medical supplies that Maria had requested and he had lost the medical assistant she seemed so damn fond of. To say the trip was a loss would be a fine understatement. Maybe he would be able to secure a more permanent place in the clinic if Edgar had fallen victim to the horrors of the evil little town on the river. It was easy to imagine himself propped up behind a desk in the bathroom, just like old Maria had been. That was the kind of life that everyone wanted, where the worst of your worries was an old sewer drain running backwards and flooding your office. No gunfights, no evil monster, just the elegant simplicity of being able to lock himself away from a world that he cared little of. Why should he worry about dead men with shattered legs and evil monsters hiding under bridges when all it would take for him to sleep soundly every night was a small lab to resume his experiments. He almost remembered his escape from Graycott when Edgar and Lulu came charging out of an alleyway and up the slope of the dune towards him. They were a way away yet and Jasper kept his eyes peeled on the town behind them. Perhaps he had assumed he was out of the fire far too soon. Nothing followed the duo out of Unity Bridge so Jasper waited patiently at the top for them to arrive before continuing on in to town. The redhead looked pained when he hobbled up on his set of crutches. "Let me take the bag," Jasper said. He snatched the medical supplies from Edgar and opened up the satchel. He nodded short and sharp and smiled. "You did great work in there Edgar. I don't know what kind of bad luck we got ourselves wrapped up in, but I have no intention to return to whatever circle of hell that was. We're lucky we didn't end up gone like the rest of those folks." |
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Gilbert Rose Level 5 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6 Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted. "Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5 Weapons: Scalpel Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most. Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7 Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1) Average height, bulky for a ghoul. Sun Apr 30, 1:17:19pm cewebwalz: your my spaghetti daddy blue Tue June 19, 9:52:57pm lonesomedrifter23: ^Blue the best mod in the business | |
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| Funkifan | Jan 22 2018, 08:33 PM Post #21 |
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Breathless, and with pain on his shoulders and ankle, due to the movement, the redhead ascended the dune on which he had previously walked with his fellow doctor, after escaping the town and the monster that inhabited it. He made sure several times that Lulubelle was following him, sighing relieved each time his paranoia vanished once he noticed she still was. Edgar didn't stop, until he finally was at the top of the dune, free from the monster's grasp, or so he hoped. His head was hanging low, and he was panting, alongside fighting the feeling of just dropping down to rest, as the adrenaline from the scare subsided. His greens noticed a figure in front of him, as it came towards him, like a lion stalking its prey. Fearing the worst, the redhead quickly gazed upwards, stopping as he heard and saw Jasper in front of him, who suddenly took off the bag off his shoulders, almost throwing him off balance. Lulubelle sat on the sand, next to the other doctor, who had begun to rummage on the salvaged items Edgar had acquired, as he moved closer, to prevent accidentally falling from the edge. "T-Thanks... I-I guess..." The redhead muttered as he coughed a couple times, his throat dry. "We should... g-get out of here. I-I really d-don't want to stay much... longer." He took a deep breath, as he resumed his movement, heading back towards the town. Whistling at Lulubelle, she stood up, yet before following after her owner, she gave a small headbutt to Jasper's leg. While Edgar and his baby cow made the trip back to Maria's clinic, the boy's mind finally went back to into introspection, realizing that he was rather angry due to being left behind by Jasper, in his mad run to exit the town, even though he was injured. He felt hurt too, as he thought that he had found a rather good friend in the other man, but now he wasn't so sure. He took a couple deep breaths, attempting to find the inner peace that for now eluded him, thus, he refrained from being conversational towards Jasper, out of fear of attacking him due to how he was feeling. Of course, as time passed, the sun slowly beginning to set at the distance, his heart allowed the fury to seep away, instead being replaced with the warmth of his usual self. Fair it only was, to forgive Jasper. After all, the madness and the terror that the town contained wasn't a normal occurrence, that was for sure. Something evil had taken over the town, he now knew. He had always ignored the paranormal things he had been told, but now, he wasn't so sure of what he had perceived to still do so. Maybe Jasper had panicked, and he knew that fear often made people do stuff that just wasn't themselves. The act of cowardice that Jasper displayed, could had been a reaction like that. Of course, he was making assumptions after the first hours of meeting him, so Edgar thought it perhaps was just best to allow him to remain with the benefit of the doubt until he had a better assessment of his character. He even decided to refrain from asking Jasper for the bag, so that he could offer it towards Maria, perhaps getting a more permanent job as her third assistant, counting the small girl with vitiligo that often was around to aid both doctor and practitioner. Exhausted, and still somewhat uneasy, Edgar and Lulubelle finally reached Bucketown, passing through the tent camp, he had a few people wave at him, returning the greeting, as he kept moving through the sand, wishing that he was already there, so that he could rest. A large trek still awaited him, if he wanted to return to his farm. Perhaps, for now, it was best to remain in the clinic, maybe use one of the pegs if they were unnocupied. Wouldn't certainly be a cozy sleep, but at least would be easier than walking in his current condition. The church was finally reached by his person, and without much doubt, he made his way inside. The street was completely deserted, only a few passed out drunks and junkies occupied it. Something began to bother him, as he walked through the entrance, a hunch of sorts. It was too quiet. No patients around, which was certainly strange. The hospital beds and gurneys laid empty. Looking sharply to his right, the redhead saw Maria sitting on her chair. "M-Maria... w-we... went to U-Unity B-Bridge... it... its p-probably haunted... I-I got... a-attacked by something... uh... it was like... I dunno... b-but it made some r-really bad jokes... but! G-Good news is that w-we brought the s-supplies... n-not sure what we managed to get... w-was too spooked to look at t-the items... b-but something i-is better than nothing, r-right?" Yet the woman sitting on the chair didn't answer. The redhead approached closer, his eyes opening wide, a chilld running down his spine, and his heart clenched. "MARIA!" |
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Edgar Algae -HC- SPECIAL: 3-5-7-8-6-7-4 Level: 4 Edgar is a tall, attractive man, with red bright hair, green eyes, and tan skin, due to his Hispanic heritage. He currently wears a yellow t-shirt, with cargo shorts, a Leather Jacket (Tier 2, Good CON, plus on intimidation checks). Attached to his left wrist, he possesses an Automedical Assistant. On his back, he carries an XL Rucksack, that contains several items of his', like a Medical armored Suitcase, filled with all sorts of medical equipment. His weapon of choice is the Study Group Special, a modified mini-zapper. He is Good Natured, Spongey, and has Sex Appeal (For the girls) +120 BT Reputation; +90 Nawlins Reputation | |
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| Blue | Jan 23 2018, 02:16 PM Post #22 |
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There was a smooth rhythm to Jasper's piss that was rudely interrupted by Edgar's scream upon seeing Maria. The flow sputtered a touch as Jasper's mind flickered with annoyance. He had nearly pissed himself a dozen times over in Unity Bridge, but now Edgar found the voice to express fear. No doubt Maria wouldn't believe them, no matter the story both of them would tell. It was just like a doctor to be so damn skeptical. Jasper would have been more upset if he hadn't found himself already doubting the images that had sat before his eyes. Perhaps his brain had been playing tricks on him. Exhaustion and stress and anxiety had a way of tricking the brain into seeing things that weren't really there. He pulled up his trousers and joined the red-headed assistant in the church. Maria's blood-soaked chest didn't inspire any screams of fear from Jasper, although he was quite loud when he vomited up his meager lunch and several helpings of pungent stomach acid. More puke dripped over his lips and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Maria's wide-eyed gaze of death. Certainly the last thing this town had needed was to lose its guiding force of good-faith and its sole medical practitioner. The sick taste in his mouth likely paled to whatever horror that Edgar was feeling. She must have been like a big sister to the poor kid, kept him going when no one else would. That sort of bond was something Jasper could only spit out phrases from psychology books that sounded smart but never actually meant anything. To him they showed brilliance and perhaps that was what would cheer Edgar up; to know that there was another doctor, a better and smarter doctor to take care of Bucket Town. A terrible tragedy or a remarkable opportunity? Jasper wiped more of the vomit away from his mouth and used his clean hand to grab Edgar's shoulder. "Someone has to tell the sheriff Edgar," Jasper said. "There's nothing more we can do for her." |
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Gilbert Rose Level 5 S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6 Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted. "Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5 Weapons: Scalpel Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most. Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC- S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7 Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1) Average height, bulky for a ghoul. Sun Apr 30, 1:17:19pm cewebwalz: your my spaghetti daddy blue Tue June 19, 9:52:57pm lonesomedrifter23: ^Blue the best mod in the business | |
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| TheTyrantOfTyrus | Mar 10 2018, 02:46 AM Post #23 |
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What is YOUR meat agenda?
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Uh, Critique time @Funki. Dude some of your sentences are clunky, some of your spelling is off, but aside from that its good. Maybe skimp out on the ellipses. @Blue, Youre okay but sometimes you rely too much on just tell the reader things when you can signal otherwise. Aside from that good characterization of Jaspy Coattails.
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