𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚

[kopus]

GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.
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[kopus]

GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.
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in the wilds of the pacific northwest, two families
living 'a secluded life 'must care for each other 'to
survive after an apocalyptic blackout leaves them
without electricity, gas, or a government. they're
living cut off from the outside world by the woods,
which dangerous creatures now exist. an uneasy
truce is between them and the creatures: if they
stay 'out 'of 'the' woods, their 'families 'will 'be 'left
unharmed. with 'this truce, life 'has found 'its way
to become simple again ─until complete strangers
suddenly 'emerge 'from the 'depths of their 'forest.

[kopus]

GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.
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pm before posting any forms. three characters per
person. the families are large, and ages should be
varied. work to create preexisting relations w/the
other characters. try to post a couple times every
week, five lines or up. pm if you plan to be absent.
twists, drama and intensity are encouraged ─ if it's
plot-altering, contact me first. in general, definitely
don't hesitate to pm me if you have any questions!

there are only three strangers, pm to reserve one.
each of them will come with certain requirements.

this plot is a mix between the following: it comes at
night, a quiet place, the village, and into the forest.

[kopus]

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐻𝐴𝑀𝑆
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( 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅 )
walter graham, 54, father
kopus, fc. jeffrey morgan

( 𝑅𝑈𝑇𝐻 )
ruth graham, 47, mother
rantipole, fc. winona ryder

( 𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑃𝐻𝐸𝑁 )
stephen graham, 26, son
keating, fc. jack o'connel

( 𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑍𝐴𝐵𝐸𝑇𝐻 )
lizzie graham, 19, daughter
winterfell, fc. lili reinhart

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( 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 )
callie graham, 17, daughter
roony, fc. kathryn newton

( 𝐴𝑋𝐸𝐿 )
axel graham, 21, son
quill, fc. ben barnes

( 𝐾𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐿𝑌𝑁 )
katelyn graham, 15, daughter
goldilocks, fc. emma watson

( 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸 )
first & last, age, role
user, fc. face claim

( 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸 )
first & last, age, role
user, fc. face claim

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆
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( 𝐷𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐿𝐴𝑆 )
douglas king, 45, father
roony, fc. john krasinski

( 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐸 )
michelle king, 41, mother
goldi, fc. angalina jolie

( 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐿 )
marisol king, 18, daughter
quill, fc. cariba heine

( 𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐸 )
nathan king, 20, son
pluto, fc. alex anderson

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( 𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑆𝑌 )
besty king, 17, daughter
kopus, fc. zoe kravitz

( 𝐺𝑈𝑆 )
angus king, 21, son
kopus, fc. anton yelchin

( 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸 )
first & last, age, son
ghastly, fc. face claim

( 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸 )
first & last, age, role
user, fc. face claim

( 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸 )
first & last, age, role
user, fc. face claim

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅𝑆
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𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸
name name, age
user, faceclaim

( 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑂𝐷𝑂𝑅𝐸 )
theodore carver, 39, stranger
chevreuil, fc. hubert delattre

( 𝐾𝑌𝑅𝐴 )
kyra turan, 36, stranger
keating, fc. sarah shahi

( 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑀𝑌 )
jimmy mantillo, 31, stranger
walsh, fc. christian cooke

[kopus]

GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.
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only accepting extended family roles! message me
before submitting any of your forms. click here for
the form thread. all of the discussion is over discord.

[kopus]

𝑊𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅 ────
FAMILY: GRAHAM TAGS: OPEN LOC: OUTSIDE WORDS: 325

dentSweet wood smoke from an early morning fire spiraled upward into the sky; nearby a pair of work gloves damp from the dew draped over a stump used to split the wood that'd been stacked onto a porch some feet away. Springtime had brought up grounds filled with violets, and wild daffodils were now beginning to grow along the edge of the dense forest that encircled the clearing. Over the rolls of the field bird song was carried; the expanse of land was wide and empty space that stretched far into every direction.
dentWalter crossed through this scene, calm with a hum in his throat. Boots and the fronts of his jeans grown damp from wading in the slick blades of grass coated with glittery dew droplets. He came from filling a water trough at the gate of the main pasture where two heifers now grazed in the greens. Mornings as still as these made the earth feel as if it were completely their own. Back to the beginning with basic fundamentals of living ─ it's where they had started and here, now, was a life they'd worked to make for themselves from the ground up with worn hands and ultimately, the favor of God.
dentA door from one of two homes on the land flapped shut. His eyes turned up mid-walk but were just shy of catching who'd woken and stepped out. Walter approached the declining fire a moment after, lit a time ago in preparation of a breakfast before he'd left to tend after some work for the morning. Low flames rippled across the remnants of disintegrated logs, the gentle heat waves barely felt beneath his chin. A moment of staring into the warmth ended as he parted to the porch of his family's home. Dry splits of oak were bundled into the crook of his arm before he doubled back, adding a generous amount of wood to the glowing pit of coals.

[keating]

kyra turan
36 years | woods | tagged: jimmy
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Desperate sounds of running and heavy breathing filled Kyra's ears, most of it being her own, she was sure.

She was running alongside Jimmy, a man she'd met while trying to find her way around the woods the first day she was lost in there. She'd run away from one danger right into the heart of another. Just her luck. Jimmy had pulled her aside, covered her mouth with his sweaty palm to keep her from crying out, and whispered in her ear for her to be quiet. She was almost sure she was going to die, if not but that thing, then by this random man who seemed to be living out in the middle of the woods. She didn't die, though; he'd actually saved her life. Huddled on the other side of a thick tree trunk, the creature moved past them without looking their way. For that, she quickly learned to trust him with it.

Now they'd really messed up. It was her own fault, really, but she couldn't snuff her sneezes out forever. Even while blocking her nose, some sound came out. It wasn't loud enough to call attention to them, but the immediate yap of a nearby coyote was. Whether or not it was triggered by the sneeze Kyra wasn't sure, but that didn't matter. The animal let out an ugly yowl as it was attacked, and the creature(s) headed their way. They didn't need more than a few seconds to realize they were being hunted, and if Kyra was a betting woman she'd guess there was more than one searching for them right now. They'd lost them for now, but they're out there, and they're very aware of Kyra and Jimmy's existence.

But something caught her eye. Out in the distance, she swore she saw smoke rise into the air. She stopped dead in her tracks, reaching out to grab Jimmy's bag to get him to stop. "You see that?" She whispered excitedly.

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| Marisol King | 18 | tags: Michelle King, Douglas King |

Through even the most hopeless of situations, Marisol believed joy could be found. Now days, in the midst of the tense pressure of constant danger, that belief had really been put to the test in even Solie's optimistic worldview. Faintly nagging her was the thought that Michelle, her mother, might have meant for Marisol to be making use of herself, or was it that Douglas, her dad, asked her to get something for him? Since she couldn't make sense of those concerns, she let them fade, and allowed the sunlight to stream into her consciousness, warming her inside and out. Seeing the blossoms starting to grow, she smiled, content. Maybe she hadn't seen a new face or heard a new name in so long she wasn't sure she recalled what a handshake felt like, but life went on, and her's wasn't a horrible one. Still, she couldn't help but wonder how long her present circumstances would persist. Her circumstances... her boundaries... she supposed she ought to return home. It was never wise to be out all alone for long now, it had been a lapse in her judgement to walk out this far in the first place.

Thus, she spun on her heels, shaking her head as she mentally rebuked her faulty decision, and followed the wisp of smoke winding through the trees back to camp; back to her home; back to her entire life as it stood indefinitely.
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[tsoukii]

` 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎 ⥼──────────────
xxi.⤷ tags. kyra xloc. woods xrole. stranger xwords.
It wasn't like he had a choice.
x.To let Kyra get eaten by whatever those things were? No. No way.

He can feel a pair of droplets run down his face. A minor distraction compared to the burn in his lungs as they ran. Could he blame Kyra for getting them into this situation again? No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Jimmy steals a glance to his left where she runs alongside him. She's still keeping up. He pushes on despite the voice in his gut that tells him they were no longer targets. It was only to be safe.
x.He's jerked to a stop, backtracking the last two steps to Kyra's side. "What?" He breathes, his chest falling high as he pants. Jimmy straightens from bending over and drags his shirt sleeve across his mouth. The dampness of perspiration soaking the blue fabric a navy color. "What is it?" He asks again, clearer this time and more audible to her ears. Stepping closer, he squints over her shoulder to see what she's looking at.
x."Holy..." The word is dragged out in a moment of utter shock. He grabs Kyra by the arm, gaining her attention. "We can't just go, Ky." A look of caution crosses his dewed features. "Think about it. How much attention does that smoke draw?" His grip, although gentle, drops from her arm and he takes half a step back. Jimmy shakes his head. "We can't."

[winterfell.]

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⇉ [ location : outside ] [ family : graham ] [ tagged : walter ] [ 571 words ]


- - - - -Early to bed, early to rise. Elizabeth hated this tenet more than she hated most other tenets. Working diligently and staying out of the woods were easy enough, but waking up at sunrise? No thank you. Getting out of bed in the morning took significantly more work than any other daily tasks. Regardless, once the sun started to break up the darkness that had overtaken her bedroom, she started forcing herself to rub the sleep from her eyes. Realistically speaking, there wasn't much reason for her to worry about waking up so early. She wasn't even sure if her parents expected her to or if they just accepted it as an inevitability at this point. For the time being, it was an unfortunate habit, one she maintained just to make sure her parents knew that she wasn't taking their hard work for granted; to make sure they knew that she was here to pull her weight and help out in any way possible. Completely void of enthusiasm, she quietly slipped out of bed and threw on her jacket. Even in the springtime, the early mornings were a bit cool for her taste. She yawned, blinking as her eyes continued to adjust to the ever-growing presence of light in her room, before exiting the bedroom and the house.

- - - - -The sun hung low in the East, poking through the trees that made up the thick forest that surrounded their home. Every day, she'd look out at the evergreens. A very, very small part of her wanted to dash toward the treeline, to explore and get a taste of something new. But this tiny urge was always easily drowned out by her fear of what was out there. She knew one thing above everything else: they were not allowed in the forest. She didn't have any real desire to defy that rule. Or any other, really. She averted her gaze, instead resting her eyes on the fire, now roaring back to life as her father fed it. Her stomach rumbled at the smell of smoke. She'd learned to expect breakfast to be accompanied by that scent. It was definitely a step backwards from microwavable french toast sticks and maple syrup, but she couldn't complain. As much as she missed the conveniences that life before the blackout allowed her, she was grateful for what she had in the aftermath. For starters, she was alive. As was her family. Her parents still loved her and her siblings were healthy. The family still maintained its friendship with the King's and Lizzie was able to see Gus literally every day. The situation could be much worse.

- - - - -She felt the morning dew on the bottoms of her bare feet as she stepped down from the porch and onto the grass. She didn't see anyone else outside, though she caught a glimpse of blonde hair in the distance. Marisol must have been up to something. Or just mindlessly wandering. She wasn't sure what the girl was up to, but as long as she stayed close to home, everything would be fine. She briefly wondered if Mr. and Mrs. King would be out soon, or if Gus would be making an appearance shortly. She shook these thoughts from her head and decided to focus on her father, tending to the fire so that the two families could have a decent breakfast. "Do you need any help with anything, Dad?" she asked.