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  • 2057 // adv. jump-in


    IC:


    The first noise to rise from one of the other few survivors was a rough cough. That was soon followed by countless others, as the crew member in question shot up, her chest moving rapidly as she struggled for air.
    Christ, it was like she was inhaling fire. Was she? She wasn't sure. Her senses began to return in full, and through the haze of smoke and oxygen deprivation, she realized something. She needed to move.
    She jumped to unsteady feet, stumbling dizzily away from the wreckage of the Pinta and collapsing a little bit away, erupting once more into a coughing fit.
    The area she had dragged herself to was far less smoky than the last, allowing her to properly catch her breath.
    Shutting her dark eyes and emitting a struggled sigh, she took a moment to recollect her thoughts. Recollect her memories, who she was - the panic and adrenaline previously driving her had clouded her thoughts like the billowing smoke about her. Now... Who she was.... Right, right - a guard. She was there to fight if needed, but her job really hadn't been needed... At least, before. She had a feeling that someone decent at fighting would be useful in whatever hellish situation she'd found herself in.
    She recalled some more: her name was Marie, she was 34 years old, she was a mother -
    Oh, no.
    Her son...
    Okay. That was it.
    She pushed herself once more to her shaking feet, teeth grit in determination.
    Marie had some goals, now: surviving, getting out of this weird place, and getting back to her kid.


    Now....


    Had anyone else survived...?




    OOC:


    Hope this introduction suffices! I'll probably doodle Marie later, if I'm not too lazy but eh idk


  • 2057 // adv. jump-in

    ( my computer broke, so now I'm on mobile and can't use anything like a fancypost. RIP me. I can still write, though )


    Marie was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face through the hope-sapping smoke, an exhausted grin spreading across her soot-covered mug. "Jeremy! I-I'm fine," she breathed, voice still hoarse from the inhaled smoke, "What about you?"
    She snapped her head in the direction he yelled, making out the hazy form of a fellow crew member. "Wait - Sean?!" She squinted and moved closer in hopes of seeing him more clearly. Yikes. His shoulder did not look good at all. Urgently, Marie ran towards him, sliding to a stop beside him. "Oh my God..! A-are you alright?"
    As the oldest of the known surviving crew members, she almost felt a sense of responsibility for the others.

  • TᕼE ᗰOᔕT ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ GᗩᗰE ---- (ᴀᴅᴠ.Sιgn-υpѕ)

    Charlie - Dandelion


    hey, also -
    do tourists have to be inherently evil? i'm asking because my friend and i might make her character a tourist and we're unsure

  • TᕼE ᗰOᔕT ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ GᗩᗰE ---- (Aᴅᴠ. Roleplay Tнread)

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    OOC:




    I don't have a complete understanding of what's going on, so sorry in advance for any inaccuracies!!!






















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    IC:




    As much as Charlie would have loved to help the rest of the 'Lions in their quest to rescue Mercy and fight Tourists and what have you, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be of much help. Her powers weren't exactly offensive, now were they?
    Hell, they weren't even defensive. In all honesty, her powers were flat-out useless. She felt awful that she couldn't help out in any way, felt like a nuisance.
    So now, trying her best to ignore the commotion and clatter a little bit away, she sat beneath a tree, sorrowful blue eyes cast to the ground and head hung low on her shoulders. Denim brushed against soft, chewed lips as she tucked her knees to her chest, letting a gentle sigh shake her form.
    As much as she would have loved to nod off and be temporarily detached from the chaos unfolding nearby, the din of strife filled her skull, and she was left awake and staring solemnly at her feet.
    Fact was, she couldn't do anything to help resolve the issue.
    ....And it felt awful.




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  • TᕼE ᗰOᔕT ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ GᗩᗰE ---- (ᴀᴅᴠ.Sιgn-υpѕ)

    here is my filthy child

    Frankie - Dandelion