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| Hippy | Jan 6 2018, 07:50 PM Post #1 |
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What would she find? An age old question that drifted through her mind like a log on a river since she was a child. She has been delving these caves since the beginning of her recollection. Today's journey was especially mysterious, but Tooty was obligated to dig deeper by a force even more convoluted. A force that has driven her to explore until her body ached from the over exertion. Each inch that she progressed through these nasty and sometimes dirt-filled lands, provided a challenge that she was born to overcome. Would she ever reach the end of this tunnel? She would ask herself time and time again, as each push through the unknown sticky substance left her wincing and squinting as the pressure began to mount. Or would it end up another empty excavation of the treacherous caverns? Toots had spent countless days and nights in there before. Often times, she would leave with a handful of raw valuables that she would tote around town like a trophy, but many other times she had left with nothing but embarrassment. Today would be different though. She could feel it in her bones. Or was she feeling something else? Suddenly, before she had a chance to second-guess this expedition, the walls began to tighten on her. This had happened many times before, but never became less of an impediment to her progress. The world was screaming for her to turn back and run. Yet she pressed on. It was nearly impossible for her to physically continue onward, if not for her unrelenting curiosity that pushed her to continue. The pleasant sounds of unimaginable treasure could be heard deep within the tunnel as she fought her way in. It hurt her like crazy as she scraped against the edge of the walls, trying to find a place of leverage in which to proceed, in search of something of incredible value. Sadly though, she could not see a thing. No matter how close she was to it, she lacked the ability to witness it's beauty. But she would never give up. Not until she held what she was looking for in her own two hands. The path was dark, too dark for most. The endeavor that she decided to pursue, was one that no-one in their right mind would ever have even started. The mental fortitude alone, to even begin such a quest, was one that the majority of wasters lacked. The cold, and wet, surface was full of cracks and painful dry spots. What could have made certain areas so dry, she wondered. Tooty may never know. She began to feel a sharp throbbing in the back of her head, accompanied by an uncomfortable swishing sound. Like ducks playing in water. That sound and pain indicated that she was near the back of the cave. At any moment, she would reach the never-ending reservoir that she had scooped from during her last visit. The odds that someone else already got here first was highly unlikely, as she was the only one that had ever trespassed this forbidden zone. Or at least she thought. To her surprise, the pile of goop that she sought after was nowhere to be found. A sense of doom overtook her. "But how could this be!?", she muttered to the stranger next to her. The man was tall and dark. He had the kind of face only a mother could love, but his insistence for her to continue was maddening. "Dog gonit' woman! You can do it! Just keep on going!", he responded promptly at the utterance of disbelief that Toots had displayed. It was at this moment that a crowd of wasters began to form around her and the strange man. At first they seemed unimpressed, but as Tooty kept on, their ignorance turned into intrigue. The humid wasteland air, and lack of entertainment, was enough for the passer byers to take an interest in the tiny woman's adventure. They stopped milling about their daily tasks of survival, and took a sideline to the freakshow that was happening before their very eyes. The crowd began to cheer her on. "You can do it! Don't give up!", they started to chant. The newfound inspiration erased any doubt she had about finding an empty cave. She exited and began to search the sister-entrance that sat beside the one she was just inside of. The slim entrance was easy enough for her nimble parts to fit into. It wasn't until she came across a thick and impassable wall of dirt that she felt common-sense pry at her to stop and return to the outside. She grimaced. She could not stop now though, she knew. The small crowd had taken an interest and her desire to conquer this obstacle was too great. Reaching into herself, she began to pry and dig at the impassable wall. Using her nails, she would scratch, leaving residue on her finger tips. The crowd collectively shuttered. Witnessing her determination for the unknown was too impossibly brilliant to pass as a fluke. In their hearts they knew she wouldn't stop until she came back out with something to show them. And this disgusted them. "I can't believe it!", one man shouted as he grabbed on to his hat, as if to not allow it to fly off of his head from how blown away he was. "She is actually doing it." Disbelief was an understatement to what the gathering of spectators were feeling. Horrid realization that Tooty was smiling as she overcame the obstacle was smacked across their faces like a bloody nose. No-one could even dream of looking away now! At long last the inevitable happened. The wall tore away at her efforts and tumbled and rolled outside of the cave. No harm came to her as she made room for the debris to fall out. Pure excitement filled her stomach. She could already feel the excess treasure dripping down the cavern walls. This was a good sign. That meant that the reservoir was still intact and ready to be plundered. "This one is a doozy!", she shouted to her audience. Finally pulling her finger from her nostrils, she raised her finger in triumph as the crowd jumped back at the sight of it. A single, large, and jellyfish-like booger clung to her finger. It's slick tendrils cascading down her index. The single odd hair that protruded from it was truly a sight to behold, and her new fans agreed. They murmured amongst each other, obviously in shock. The amount of effort this woman put into the retrieval of a nose-monster was exhilarating to say the least. Tooty felt pride. She had aroused a crowd of wasters to watch her struggle, and the resulting reaction of her success was absolutely priceless. But she remained humble in her glory. "Thank you, thank you all so much. I wouldn't have been able to do it if not for the interest of each and everyone of you. It is your unyielding observance that keeps me going.". Of course this was a lie. She would have went treasure hunting even if no one was watching. The way she could sway around a crowd, and manipulate their emotions, was her brightest attribute. The collective crowd couldn't help but share in the moment. Tooty was too much of a showman. They had each taken a moment from their day to watch this freckled lady pluck juicy boogers from inside of her face. And now she was dancing and bringing the green goop close to everyone for them to see. It was truly an amazing accomplishment. And just when they thought it was over... She ate it! |
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Juan 'Heavy' Hernandez - S4 P7 E7 C7 I7 A3 L5 Lvl 2. Traits: Stout Body, Perfectionist, Improv Artist Appearance: Odd looking Mexican man with many dog bites and whip marks. Bushy black eyebrows and mustache and bright green eyes and a shaved head. Triple chin and bouncing belly surrounded in a brown leather jacket and sweat pants. Equipment: Post-war musket, six-shot revolver, ×2 gunpowder mines, tattered leather jacket, pocket knife, pipe pistol, hobo stove, large burlap sack Bucket Town Rep: +5 O'Boyle's camp rep+15 Tooty Poodles Equipment: Switchblade, ×2 stun grenades, ×2 molotov Armor: Packrat Clothing Special: | |
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| Blue | Jan 9 2018, 05:21 PM Post #2 |
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Showdown Record: 1 - 1 - 1
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How ultimately pitiful and disgusting. Does she think that is something people do? How much fucking Faratine had this idiot popped? Another one of those junkies stood at the corner of Jasper's favorite street with a small crowd of onlookers gawking at her. There was a grimace of determination on her features that made Jasper second guess himself for a moment. Was she just another junkie? Or was there something more, something deeper- She picked her nose and ate it. Jasper's stomach rolled and his eyes grew wider and wider as the girl seemed to savor the rare find. It swished back and forth in her mouth and Jasper's stomach went with it. Doesn't she know how much of a piece of shit she is? She mine as well had been licking her own ass if she didn't care about what went into her body. There's a terrible place in hell for the people that force such public displays of grotesques upon the rest of the world. He turned away and walked towards the middle of town. |
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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 13 2018, 09:21 AM Post #3 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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A ruckus on one of the Bucketown's main streets diverted the redhead's attention, as he headed to visit his friends at the tent area, as he found a crowd cheering on and looking with awe towards someone, for what he could gather. His interest peaked, he approached, maneuvering through some of the members of the crowd, bumping into some shoulders, and promptly apologizing. Receiving a few scowls and glances due to his advance, a rather flustered redhead finally arrived at his destination, noticing that in the center, there was a woman, which he calculated couldn't be more than 20, picking her nose. His eyes opened wide as plates, and his mouth fell agape, not only due to the oddity of the situation but also due to how similar the girl seemed to one of his friends. It just became rather uncanny to the redhead, certainly something he would have to tell her later. Suddenly, the woman stopped, as she extracted her finger from her nostril, revealing a large, round ball of mucus, that seemed almost alive due to the way it seemed to slither across her index finger. Fortunately, his experience with blood and other bodily fluids helped diminish the effect that the goop had on his psyche, and the churning sensation of his stomach and his throat. To add even more to the weird and somewhat objectionable display, the woman began dancing, showing everyone the booger, that contained even thin, tangerine hairs, making him feel even more uneasy. He decided to divert his attention instead to her dance after she had consumed the mass, finding that it was rather rhythmic and animated, and her form was at least to him, pleasant to gaze at, something that brought a small smile to the redhead's face, and successfully managed to remove the general unpleasantness of the situation from his mind. As the rest of the crowd clapped, he followed, only praising her dance, yet that was something she probably didn't know. Edgar wondered why she hadn't participated in a less unorthodox display, figuring out that she would have garnered the same, if not more attention from her dance only. |
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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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| Hippy | Jan 14 2018, 09:34 PM Post #4 |
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Wastelander
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She scanned her eyes across the crowd as she twirled her hips to the sound of silence. The clapping had stopped, so she escalated the situation to fit her own desire for attention with a simple smile. Her unbelievably small limbs waved back and forth like jelly, currying the attention of the limited audience in that old, and beaten street. The tasteful dance descended into a strut across the line of haggardly people. Among them was a redhead, much like herself. She twisted her hands into an appreciative gesture at the gathered men and women. Only a trickle of embarrassment tingled in her face from her low-brow performance, and this caused her to blush only faintly. She took the hands of those around her and sniffed their fingers before introducing herself to those who didn't already scatter back to their uninspired lives. Gracefully, she scooped up the hand of Edgar as delicately as a serf would shake the hand of a king. His hands were rough, but his face was kind and undeniably handsome. Her whorehouse charm could only be truly appreciated by the most dedicated brothel customers. "Didn't think I'd see another fire-top around here", she greeted confidently in reference to their matching hair-color. "Do you want to compare freckles?". |
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Juan 'Heavy' Hernandez - S4 P7 E7 C7 I7 A3 L5 Lvl 2. Traits: Stout Body, Perfectionist, Improv Artist Appearance: Odd looking Mexican man with many dog bites and whip marks. Bushy black eyebrows and mustache and bright green eyes and a shaved head. Triple chin and bouncing belly surrounded in a brown leather jacket and sweat pants. Equipment: Post-war musket, six-shot revolver, ×2 gunpowder mines, tattered leather jacket, pocket knife, pipe pistol, hobo stove, large burlap sack Bucket Town Rep: +5 O'Boyle's camp rep+15 Tooty Poodles Equipment: Switchblade, ×2 stun grenades, ×2 molotov Armor: Packrat Clothing Special: | |
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| Funkifan | Jan 21 2018, 10:01 AM Post #5 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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The redhead gazed at the odd behavior that the woman exhibited, as she went around the remaining crowd, gently taking their hands and sniffing them until it was now his turn before he could walk away. Her small, yet tender hand took hold of his own, and for a moment, the moment greatly puzzling Edgar, as to how surreal, and fantastic everything felt. Yet, he had to admit that the feeling was pleasant. The greeting and the question that came afterward did little to alleviate the strange sensation that was still present, finding himself at a loss for words for seconds. "Uhm... y-yeah. H-Heh... it s-seems that we k-kinda coincided, didn't we?" The doctor finally replied, scratching the back of his head, a small blush becoming present on his cheeks. "I... I'm not sure if I know w-what comparing freckles m-means, but sure." A small smile appeared on his face before another thought made him speak again. "By the w-way... it was an interesting presentation. I-I... especially enjoyed your dance. Y-You dance rather pretty, erm... but the d-display with you taking your b-boogers out... that was... kinda um... u-unnecessary in my o-opinion. Your talents at dancing are superb, but... the effect was diminished, I think, when they come after the other s-show you gave." |
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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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| Hippy | Jan 24 2018, 04:22 PM Post #6 |
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Wastelander
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Tooty stood there head cocked with a giant smile smeared across her face as Edgar spoke. She nodded and added the occasional "Uh-huh", as he spoke to show she was an active listener. He seemed to be trying to compliment her, but he displayed a sort of stutter that told her that he may have been nervous. No one makes for a better member of an audience then a nervous man, she thought. "Well thank you!" she replied with a joyous squeal, "Ain't much to it but doing what I love. If you like that, and live around here, you might be interested to know I am going to be the biggest star to come out of this town!". She took a brief moment to gather herself and wave off the others who were now leaving the haggard street. "And no need to be silly you silly goose, I only meant what I said", Tooty quickly raised her arm to reveal a plethora of freckles that traced all the way from her arm to her cheeks. She was littered with them. No doubt beneath her poofy afro was a field of dots and faded specks. |
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Juan 'Heavy' Hernandez - S4 P7 E7 C7 I7 A3 L5 Lvl 2. Traits: Stout Body, Perfectionist, Improv Artist Appearance: Odd looking Mexican man with many dog bites and whip marks. Bushy black eyebrows and mustache and bright green eyes and a shaved head. Triple chin and bouncing belly surrounded in a brown leather jacket and sweat pants. Equipment: Post-war musket, six-shot revolver, ×2 gunpowder mines, tattered leather jacket, pocket knife, pipe pistol, hobo stove, large burlap sack Bucket Town Rep: +5 O'Boyle's camp rep+15 Tooty Poodles Equipment: Switchblade, ×2 stun grenades, ×2 molotov Armor: Packrat Clothing Special: | |
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| Funkifan | Jan 31 2018, 08:47 PM Post #7 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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Edgar found Tooty's apparent interest in his opinion about the show she had given as something rather endearing and sweet of her. Besides, it was good that artists listened to their audience, it showed that she cared, on his opinion. He probably would go see her again after this, no doubt, if she managed to win the hearts of those at Bucketown. Who knew, with some effort, and reputation, maybe she would shine at C'est. "My pleasure, m-miss." The redhead replied, before offering a wide beam back at her. "I do live here, and I'll be more happy to give y-you more input on what i-it comes to your s-shows and such, w-when I go see them. I'll be a-around, for sure." "Oh..." Edgar blinked a few times, as he was promptly returned to the odd subject at hand, freckles. "Right." After being shown her own, the redhead lowered himself and pointed at his cheeks, and at the ridge of his nose, . "Well... I d-don't have a whole lot, as you d-do, b-but..." He pulled off the leather jacket that covered him, alongside the yellow shirt underneath with his hand, showing her his right shoulder, which was also filled with various spots. "T-There a-are also some on my left s-shoulder, but that's about really it." He returned his clothing to their original place. As he did, suddenly the thought of his original objective came back, and deciding he didn't want to make his friends at the tent city wait, he opted for heading off, after all, his objective had been completed. "I wish you for the best, miss. And I-I'm totally sure that you'll get lots of p-people seeing your acts! Just b-believe in yourself. I must go, b-but I'll hopefully see you soon." With this and a gentle pat on her shoulder, he took his leave, heading to the outskirts of BT's center, to finally meet with Lucien, Pops, Dakota, and Christine. |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Feb 23 2018, 01:11 PM Post #8 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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A goofy little roleplay that I enjoyed, but is going to be difficult to grade or reward, so sorry if any of this is lacking. Purple prose and a thesaurus worth of synonyms really made you edge out what picking a nose could become. Maybe next time include naruto esque flashbacks to really extend the whole scene, but maybe halfway through I realized that this nose picking that is more than a thousand words dedicated has a problem of mood. I felt a few different emotions, disgust, confusion, laughter, which shows that you have these abilities, but I think they could've been better used elsewhere. This roleplay was Tooty's introduction to the wasteland, but I didn't feel like I learned almost anything about her character, Tooty's anatomy is almost inhuman as you describe her nostril crevices. Does she eat boogers? Is that the most important facet of her character? She controls the crowd but also never shows how she feels about this, it seems more like she's a inhuman set piece than a proper person in this. Your better than that, and I want to see it first hand. Juan came off as disgustingly human, Tooty is disgusting but lacks the human components. Blue and Funk utilized there short posts in this roleplay as a character showpiece. I am left wanting to see MORE TOOTY MORE THAN ANYTHING. I wish I could've provided more concrete criticism, but this roleplay is a bit beyond my capabilities in that regard. Onto rewards.
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