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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 9:05 pm
QUARANTINE So, here it is! A roleplay thread for the current game!
Lets set some ground rules:
We know who you are, I'm pretty sure that a character profile would just be a little unnecessary. Let us know your personality or your physical traits [should you choose to NOT represent yourself as your own avatar] through your posts.
Jail kids... you're in jail. But that doesn't mean you're left out! [Don't drop the soap!]
Dead kids, you can roleplay FROM THE GRAVE.
Don't forget the setting is Isle De Gambino, but that we're all from the different towns around Gaia.
The Isle is in sort of a wreck right now, there's various fires all over the island. There's a residential area, and there's also the fabulous Hannibal's which is conveniently located in an alleyway!
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 9:55 pm
Derrai is currently crumpled up in a corner jail cell. He has not slept, because of Chyaku's nerve-wracking stare, it's been boring into his soul for the longest time. He can't even whimper, because every time he does, the stare get's harder.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 11:59 am
Bitches better pay their dues at my restaurant before you die.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:14 pm
Next to a building that has been burning for quite sometime, and has devolved from towering inferno to merrily glowing coals, stands Mylian, roasting a hot dog skewered on paperclip fork on the end of a car antenna.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 3:20 pm
Atticuno flew high above the city, thankfull he could fly and not be in the mess down below. Though he could not leave the Island beauce there were attacked helicopters ready to shoot and who tried to escape by air.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:18 pm
Ninja sat silently in the corner of a ravaged and burnt building, still sipping on the delicious Sky BIue soup.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:32 pm
After managing to find some sort of sanctuary in an abandoned alley, having attempted to avoid the fires and other chaos taking place in the isle, Sunset found some comfort in the stacks of books she had managed to find. Not as amusing as her current novel and own selection in Durem, she supposed, but she might as well do something to spend her time when she wasn't internally panicking; nothing like raging infernos, spreading disease, and a psychotic Sniper to send your blood pressure skyrocketing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:33 am
"Something's afoot....I don't really care."
Roy had been bored since they started this whole ordeal and instead opted to read books till he met his inevitable fate. Somehow conviently managing to find Sunset Sonata, who was also a big book fan and had setup a 'book haven', decided to share the same little library that was established there while bringing his own collection of hoarded books, ranging from Necromatic Histories to The Chemicals Around You and even some of his own little novels he wrote. It was either this or do activities that would possibly make him insane(er), though then again, the books may make em insane anyway.
Though recently he's noticed the occasional wanderer who'd give off a sheepish glare...
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:57 pm
Sprawled out on the shore of Isle De Gambino, Unphotographable stared up at the sky with a determined look on his face. On any other day, there would be no chance of him sullying his clothes by laying in the sand, but this day was different. Disturbed at the very idea of his quarantine, Photo no longer cared about getting any sand in his shorts. The waves lapped over his bare feet, as he had taken his shoes and socks off before resting in the sand. He let out a long and heavy sigh while his right hand searched in the nearby sand for his star lantern. After retrieving it, Photo began to fiddle with the hanging stars, his eyes still focused at the above sky.
"I have a feeling it is going to be a long day..." he said dejectedly, to no one in particular.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 3:29 pm
Sunset shot the redhead beside her a dull look as she picke dup a new book from the stacks surrounding them, before shaking her head.
"Tch, figures you'd be the kind of person to be so nonchalant about the ruckus going on."
The silver-haired teen's comment was dry as she flipped another page in her book, mumbling something about psychotic scientists under her breath. Although she may not have showed it, Sunset wasn't at ease about the events taking place at the isle, silently praying that she wouldn't end up becoming a victim of the sniper's homicidal games. Sky Blue, Respectful Rhino, and Cadbury Creme Egg and had already kicked the bucket, and she was far from interested in being the next to go.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:44 pm
Photo's exhausted demeanor changed quickly to one of disgust. A rancid odor consumed the beach as Disjecta and A_Homeless_Nobody's flaming bodies were thrown into the sea. Photo sprang up from his spot on the beach, pinching his nose with his left hand as he ran off the beach. Finally reaching out of range of the stench, Photo slowed to a stop to collect his breath. Shaken by the event, but refusing to fall into a panic he began to stroll in the direction of town - making sure to avoid parts he personally noticed to be free of fires. It had been a long time since he had last visited the Isle De Gambino, only making his way to the island for Gaia-wide events - most of which ended in total fiascoes. He thought to himself "Well, I might as well use my time here wisely." as he continued to walk without a destination, taking particular notice of landmarks.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 3:06 pm
Derrai twitched a little bit in the cell, still being stared at. The man hadn't blinked in DAYS.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:43 pm
Myles saunters down the street, twirling the car antenna like a baton in his right hand. (Sans paperclip now.) With the left hand he is eating the hot dog, bare of condiment and wrapped lovingly in a slice of Cheep-wite Bread.
He finds himself by the book bunker, and lounges. "Evening. Mind if I partake of yon literature?"
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