survivor || post-apocalyptic || semi-lit

[Rant]

((bump))

[khaleesi,]

[ [ e m m e t ] ]

The girl adjusted the backpack on her weary back. Emmet had been walking for days. Now and then she would stop to fill up her canteen and steal some food from a store. She adjusted the gun in her hand. It was for any crazy survivors that wanted to hurt her. Fully loaded and on safety. Emmet jumped across some huge spaces in the broken street. It was quiet. Which was normal. The sound of the sight breeze whipped a torn American flag back and forth as a plastic bag rolled down the street. It has been hard for Emmet, but it was getting easier.

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Adam awoke at the sound of another human, peeling his thin body from the concrete slab where he had been basking in the light of the gray sky. Central park had been turned into one large mud pit, he had seen earlier in the day, cars had been tossed aside like their Hotwheels counterparts, bodies lined the streets and buildings had been completely leveled to nothing. Yet here was Adam, blissfully standing on the concrete with his hands on his hips, his greasy blonde hair looking more iridescent than ever in the low light. Without a further thought, he bounced off the slab and landed on a puddle, idly wiping the now dried twinkie liquid from his hand onto his pants.

He heard the faint cries of the endlessly hungry monkey that clung to his back and shook them off. He was done with that for today, and now was in a good enough mood (i.e. not physically ill) to wander around and look for food. As he stepped over the limp of what might have been a ridiculous shag carpet or perhaps a family pet drowned in the waves that had washed through the city, Adam felt like he was doing pretty good for himself.

Shaking his head rigorously, Adam remembered why he had awoke from his little slumber in the first place. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, the bags underneath giving him the appearance of a contemplative skeleton, and he scanned the area. He couldn't make out anyone but was sure he had heard something. Tentatively, he turned around and began to wonder if he had been imagining the noise of one of the bits of debris shifting.

"Hey you!"

he called and appeared to be surprised at the raspy and shredded quality of his voice. After clearing his throat and rubbing his Adam's apple for a moment, he continued.

"Hey you, if you're out
there, uh, say something!"

he yelled, the clearing of the throat and rubbing combined had not done much to improve the sound of his yell. On the last syllable of 'something' it had cracked noticeably, like a teenaged boy's voice sound. Deciding to pay it no mind for now, Adam sucked on his delightfully multicolored teeth for a moment and crossed his arms, turning around in search of the other.

[Rant]

((bumpin', is everyone busy or was interest lost?))

[Little Lotte]

{I'm still interested but I'm roleplaying forever alone...}

[thebluberry.]

( Bump. I wish more people would join in the guy spots... )

[Rant]

((That's always going to be an issue on a site where there are many more females than males, isn't it? People often roleplay what they know, and roleplay what they know best, hence you'll often see females playing females. I'll never play a female because I would do so really really medicorely, because I don't have a clue as to how they think. Yes, there is a knack to writing women. It's the difference between Clive Barker, who makes them all... awkward and Wally Lamb who is so empathetic that he can crawl right inside their heads. Some male characters played by girls on this site are erring on the one size fits all side, sometimes with a defining characteristic that's been used to death (orphan, bad boy, sarcastic, joker).

I don't know, I guess that I'm saying is that I'd rather interact with a bunch of other female characters than have a ton of male caricatures running around. If you wanna get those spots filled, you're probably going to have to wait a while, considering the demographic of this website.

Also I thought my last post was open ended enough so that literally anyone could pop in.))

[thebluberry.]

s h a y n e . gr a c e . h o u g h

n i c k n a m e :: Shay, but I prefer Shayne
a g e :: 19 years
g e n d e r :: Female smart one...
c r u s h :: None
b o y . t o y :: Nobody
l o c a t i o n :: Back near my camp

Shayne grew rigid as she head a yell, a distinctly male voice calling out. Swallowing, she listened as he called out again. She was frightened even though she knew she should have been overjoyed; it was the only person she had seen in around a month maybe, she had lost count of the days. The petite, almost scrawny now, girl debated calling back, and finally her need for some company beat out her fear, and she opened her mouth, "Umm," she said quietly at first, then growing louder with her hoarse voice added, "Who are you?" She almost shuddered at the sound of her voice, cracking and dry from under use. She sighed going to look for whoever or whatever she had just called out to. Slightly unwillingly she dropped her spear-stick back at her camp and quietly hopped over the rubble to find the voice.

She came upon him while his back was turned, and though her instincts told her to attack, she just continued to peer from her hiding spot, intrigued by the state of this man. She didn't look much better herself, but his clothes were almost black from dirt, his hands looked rough, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in a long time. Impulsively, she jumped up on the piece of rubble that had shielded her, and looked at him as she firmly repeated, "I said, who are you?" Her voice was much stronger now as if it had figured out how to work again. Shayne was quite a sight standing there, clothes hanging too loosely on her thin frame, her cracked lips pursed, thin hands on her hips glaring down at the man who was taller than she was. Her grey-blue eyes narrowed waiting for a response.

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Adam looked faintly amused in the light of the girl's demands. Cramming his hands into the torn jacket he was wearing, he squinted and looked at her. She looked about as good as he did, all things considered, and his confidence grew. Before the recent destruction it was not often that he was faced with someone as ragged as he. Adam itched at the underside of his arm, digging his dirty fingers into the equally filthy crease of his elbow. There was a bruise where a vein being constantly injected had collapsed completely, leaving a track mark and a nasty sore. As if it was brought on my a tick, Adam itched the spot again, his fingers fighting to relieve the irritation that lay under several stiff layers of dirt and cloth.

Isn't that just adorable? No use dealing with her though, she can't get me anything I don't already have. If she had some dilaudid on her that'd be nice.

I'll be whoever you want me to be.
Who are you?

He blinked his bloodshot eyes. He should have been nothing sort of overjoyed to see another person, yet because of the fact that he had everything he needed hidden in the wreckage of the city, he did not see any reason to go out of his way to interact with the girl. The monkey was sated constantly, on his back snoozing at the moment yet still choking his relentlessly all the while, and he wasn't too hungry either. Adam rubbed his fingers, yellowed from smoking cigarettes by the pack all day, together in his pocket as he resisted the urge to itch at the sores on either side of his arm.

This fierce girl glared at him as if he was an actual threat. Adam grinned, unashamed of the mess of teeth within his mouth, bleeding gums and tar stains and all. Frankly, if the girl was going to be such an angry tart, he might as well respond with his own brand of condescending nonsense.

[west ,]

{{ sorry! I'm pulling out. I won't have time to post as much as I'd like :[ Have fun!