Lenny?" He stuttered out nervously, barreling over toward his roomate in a flurry of panic. He'd missed him so bad, ********... "Len, is that you?!"
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Character's name: Oscar Owens Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:JOURNAL Character's survival stats: STATS BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
leon_a_darkangel
<3
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 6:23 pm
Lennard was terrified; the Russian roulette room had his body nervously shaking still. Something he wasn't even prone to do. He'd just shot someone, and felt like a piece of s**t for having done so. God he was pretty sure he'd be sick at this rate from stress. He missed Oscar, Sawyer, Renita, Wataru and even the girl Mel he'd made acquaintances with down a couple floors. Anyone familiar, he needed normalcy, his world was turning upside down really. Between what he'd seen tonight and the injury yesterday the gamer was feeling out of his element.
The darkness in the room had reminded him of being sightless. Lenny had jumped the ******** out of that room as quickly as they'd allowed it. Licking his lips he froze when he heard a voice. He quickly spun around, eyes widening as he stumbled closer to the man who's voice he knew far too well.Before the end of the world, Lennard had been a big fan of semi famous let's play youtube streamer.
Len is that you? "Oscar?!" He cried out in surprise, overcome by a sense of relief and joy. Len reached for the other blindly. Feeling his jacket, he yanked him close forcing the other into a hug. "******** you a*****e! I've missed you!" Lennard squeezed the other tightly before slowly relaxing his hold and backing off just a bit. He felt sheepish given the outburst of emotion.He almost wished he was still back in the dark room, his pale cheeks heated with a tinge of color as he cleared his throat.
The males voice softened just a bit, more like a whisper afraid they might get shot at as easy targets. "Are you alright?" He quickly added, concern laced in his words. His hands fumbled around to feel for the others shoulder and clasped it tightly. He’d never realized it until the first night how much he’d come to depend on his fellow Apartment dwellers.
But this guy? Lennard considered him one of his closet’s friends. Oscar had stayed up late into the mornings and nights playing games together, while the two of them had bullshitted back and forth. They’d entered the apocalypse together with the idea they’d be survivors in their own story.
In truth he was just relieved, and felt a bit of calm in the panic he’d been experiencing. “Damnit dude I was beginning to worry..” The last time he’d spoken to Oscar he’d been still blind. He’d run off to the casino the moment his vision allowed for it.
+20 coins for rp bonus!
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Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
Man, the amount of surprise and happiness that coursed through the teen in that moment was enough to make his entire composure drop. "Oh my ********, dude. You scared the s**t outta me, holy crap." He was suddenly pulled into a hug, and for a second, Oscar tensed. He then realized how much he didn't give a s**t, and returned the heartfelt hug. When they pulled away from each other, the young adult slid a hand through his hair before musing it backward, nodding dazedly. "Yeah, yeah bro. I'm alright. And you?? You aren't hurt or anything, are ya?" He asked, actually giving him a quick glace through. He never noticed how much he missed him till they were separate. His body was less tense now, almost as if he'd forgotten the collar around his neck. "Nah, I'm a big boy now, Lenny." He teased, chuckling a little before glancing down at Lenny's price. Same as his own, huh. "Hey, we're worth the same. Unitteeed even in betting for our life, huh?" It was uncalled for, he was sure, but really, Oscar was just trying to get a feeling of himself from it. It was like he was in a permanent nightmare he couldn't free himself from, a mental torture he wasn't expecting when he'd first arrived.
Then he saw Len. "I'm so ******** glad you're alright, dude. How-- how much of it do you have? I could help you, if you want, you know i would..."
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Character's name: Oscar Owens Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:JOURNAL Character's survival stats: STATS BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
leon_a_darkangel
<3
COINS: 85 + 20 = 105 COINS
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:02 pm
Lennard found it in him to smile and even laugh as the other chattered with him. "D'aww. Little Owens is ready to be a big boy and fly it solo then?" He teased back, knowing of course the answer was no. At least he was pretty sure..Oscar had been his Player 1 for some time now, and in return Lenny had promised to be the others Player 2. Highschool seemed like a distant memory now, but Sometimes that meant they had to be real with each other, especially if they wanted to get anything done.
Oscar's joke was inappropriate as ******** but Lennard was quick to join in joking right back and even snickering. There was some semblance of what his life had been like when they spoke like everything wasn't falling apart all around them.
The truth was he didn't want to let the other fly it solo even if he'd joked about it. "Yeah, I'm fine. I can see well enough mostly. Just freaked out bro..I saw some pretty dark s**t as an "introduction" to the purpose of this place.." His fingers touched the collar, his confidence wavering as he swallowed nervously. Seeing one of those on Oscar only made him angrier, it meant everyone else he wanted to protect had one too potentially.
"I dunno, I haven't counted my coins up recently. I've just been saving." He shook his head when the other offered to help him. "N..no you had better save you first!" He quickly insisted as he rifled in his pockets. His eyes dilated as he counted. He had more than enough if he was adding right. "I have enough actually, I think." Lennard's brows furrowed, quickly recounting.
His green eyes looked up after he'd counted his coins. He was wide eyed, his gaze traveling over the other as he stared at him. "What..about you?" Lennard asked, ready to give him anything he could if it made even the slightest difference.
Current Coin Value: 87+20= 107/95
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Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
Oscar's grip on the other strengthened the moment Lenny mentioned soloing the area, looking directly at his childhood friend and pursing his lips. He swallowed before glancing to the side, trying not to think of being alone throughout all of this-- It was such a nightmare, Oscar wasn't even sure it was a game anymore, after seeing the lady get mutilated in such a way. His stomach churned at the memory, what little food in him threatening to come up again from the thought. "No. N-no, I... I miss you. All of you guys." He murmured, referring to their unofficial team. Feelings he hadn't allowed himself to think of flooded his brain, but he quickly closed that door. His pride had been shaved down to a mere strand in that moment, but he quickly recollected himself and laughed along with his friend, shifting from one foot to another as Lenny mentioned the first things he'd seen. Oscar visibly changed. "Yeah. I saw some pretty ******** up s**t when I came in too. Got knocked out, then they killed two people in front of me." He became very quiet, after that.
Listening to Lennard's words, the grey eyed man felt slight relief at his words, body relaxing. "Thank ********, you're safe." He said, then heard his question and his eyes widened a little. "Me? Um..." Swallowing, he knew he didn't even need to check to see he needed at least half the pot. He rubbed his neck. "I'm... fine. I think I have enough." He murmured before patting his pockets lightly. "Pretty sure, actually. In other news, have you uh, done Blackjack? It's hard as <********> these guys really know what they're doing..."
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Character's name: Oscar Owens Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:JOURNAL Character's survival stats: STATS BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
leon_a_darkangel
^^;;
COINS: during this rp, 65, but after using them recently, 10!
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 6:24 pm
Lennard shook his head, his own fingers briefly squeezing the others shoulders. "Dude, we don't fly solo, we made a promise!" Was Oscar that uncomfortable that he'd even seriously considered what he said? Sighing tiredly he gave the other a reassuring smile. The topic of what horrors they'd seen made his eyes gaze vacantly at the other for a long while. "I got two people killed.." He worried at his bottom lip. Dispelling the memories of the room, he was glad Oscar stopped talking about it as the two of them went silent.
Eyeing the other suspiciously, he leaned in to squint at the other. It had nothing to do with his head injury the other night. No, he was trying to decide if the other was being truthful or not. "You better not be lying to me Os." He wasn't going to fight the other, he didn't have the energy for that. The other could handle himself, the youtuber was a true gamer after-all.
His eyebrows furrowed as he asked about Blackjack. "I swear its rigged." He whispered in a heated tone.
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Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
