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  • isle of flightless birds. | open.

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    kelley. human. 25.

    “Waiting for a change.”

    Kelley hummed along to the song blasting through her earbuds as she quickly walked down the sidewalk with an umbrella in one hand and her phone in the other. On her way to meet her friends at their regular spot, the small coffee shop on the corner of Main St., she checked her phone for updates from any of the crew. She knew she was 15 minutes late and a small bolt of anxiety rushed through her veins at the thought of it.


    She absolutely hated being late.


    Turning around the corner and looking toward the opposite corner of the block where the coffee shop, her destination, resided, she stopped in her tracks. First responders? Fire? Radicals? Oh god.


    Kelley took her earbuds out, the loud shrieking of sirens yelling immediately filling her ear, along with the shouts of both the police and the radicals. Without thinking, the athlete rushed toward the commotion, hoping that her friends were alright. Coming to a near immediate halt at the large panes of glass, Kelley stood on her toes and hoped to catch a glimpse of her friends. “C’mon, c’mon,” she muttered under her breath.


    She caught sight of Bryant and immediately yelled his name as loud as she could, though she knew it wasn’t likely for him to hear her over the yelling and fighting. Before she could turn to enter the shop, she felt someone tug her back by the collar of her white jacket. “Ma’am, you can’t be here!”


    lauren. radical. 22.

    “Get ‘em! Get ‘em!”

    Lauren rushed into the coffee shop with the other radicals. Adrenaline filled her body and she looked around for anyone she thought to be an android, anyone that the radicals knew were androids. The silver-haired girl pushed a man out of the way as she made eye contact with one of them, stalking toward him with a tight grip on the grip of her pistol hidden in the waistband of her yellow track pants. Of course, she wasn’t planning on killing him. It was just a tool used to get the message across: androids weren’t and never were welcome here.


    “Hey!” Her voice, hoarse from the yelling she had been doing, was surprisingly loud enough for the man to hear as his head popped up and looked her directly in her sky blue eyes. “I-“ he began, but was shortly cut off when she grabbed the collar of his shirt and the end of the gun poked into his stomach, which was interestingly hard. Android?


    “Your kind isn’t welcome here.”

  • isle of flightless birds. | open.

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    i’m still mobile so i have no idea how long (or short) my paragraphs are.


    kelley. human. 25.

    After regaining her balance, Kelley turned around and yanked the officer’s hand off of her jacket. “My friends are in there! Do something!” She yelled, her voice wavering between fear and anger. The brunette’s wide eyes made their way back to the shop, the people inside increasingly growing more angry by the minute. Someone getting injured was imminent. Once again, she stood on her toes and attempted to peer over everyone to see her friends. Bryant had broken off from the group, including Kaden, and she couldn’t find them through the crowd of angered radicals and frightened civilians.


    With a lump in her throat, Kel looked back at where the officer was, or had been, and hoped that all of this would be under control soon. She bit her lip anxiously, praying that she could come up with an idea to help her friends. Calling the authorities definitely wouldn’t help considering that backup has more than likely already been called according to the sirens in the distance. “C’mon guys.” Kelley muttered.


    Much to her dismay, there wasn’t much for her to do other than hope for the best as more sirens grew closer and closer.


    lauren. radical. 22.

    Lauren’s head whipped around at the sound of the approaching man’s voice. Her eyebrows furrowed together in anger and disbelief. “What the hell do you think you’re doing by defending them?” She pushed the gun against the man’s stomach, the resistance that met the barrel of the pistol confirming her assumption that he was indeed an android. “They’re machines and they’re being given rights that some living, breathing people don’t even have yet!” She snarled.


    I can’t believe that he has the audacity to even question it. The young blonde woman glanced down at the pocket knife in the dark-haired man’s hand and then looked back at his face, her lips pulling up into a smirk. She obviously had the upper hand here. Lauren looked at the android, who had an eerily human expression of fear etched on his face before looking back to Bryant. Without a word, she pointed the pistol in his direction. “Back up,” she instructed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as the crowd grew thicker around them. Lauren felt the android wriggle out of her grasp before he disappeared into the crowd, and then it was just her, the man and her gun.

  • isle of flightless birds. | open.

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    kelley. 25. human.

    Although there wasn’t much for Kelley to do except stand and watch after reinforcement officers arrived, she still tried to see over the crowd to tell if her friends were safe or not. All she saw was chaos. It was near impossible for her to find all of them. Slowly but surely, green eyes landed on each one of them. Bryant was confronting someone but the angle was too odd to see what was actually happening, Kaden was assisting another android, Steafán was with Renée, who was focusing on something small in her hands.


    It was only a matter of time before someone actually got hurt, and there was no telling if first responders would be able to reach the injured if someone were to get hurt. Anxious and worried for her friends, Kelley nervously crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her biceps, something she always does whenever she’s worried. The brunette watched as Renée stepped up onto the counter with what seemed to be a lighter, and then held it up to the sprinkles in the ceiling of the cafe. Yes, Renée!


    Within a minute or two, the sprinklers gave way and water continuously fell onto the people below them. People dispersed out of confusion, though the distraction wouldn’t last long after people began to realize that there wasn’t actually a fire and the sprinklers were set off by someone. There was only a certain amount of time for people to escape the riot, and hopefully her friends would be some of the first ones out of there.




    lauren. 22. radical.

    “These things are the cause of the high unemployment and homeless rates! They’re taking jobs from human beings that actually need to make a profit in order to survive!” Lauren explained, her brows furrowed in both anger and confusion. How could he not see the problem here? “Thousands of people are losing their jobs, becoming homeless and starving because those above the working class think that androids are the better option.”


    Lauren shook her head. It was a simple fact that androids were taking over jobs all across the globe, leaving thousands of humans jobless. “They’re just machines. The people out here are exactly that: people. They don’t deserve th-“ and in that moment, thanks to the dark-haired woman standing on the counter with her lighter held up to the sprinklers, water rained down on everyone in the cafe. Lauren looked at the knife in Bryant’s hand before looking back up toward his face. Now, with the crowd distracted and confused, it was only a matter of time before the authorities made their way in to make arrests. With that thought in mind, Lauren pulled her gun away from Bryant and tucked it in the elastic strap of her track pants before she made a mad dash through the crowd and out the exit. There would be another time for the conversation later on, but this one wasn’t worth getting arrested over.

  • isle of flightless birds. | open.

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    kelley. human. 25.

    Surprisingly, Kelley could still see Bryant through the panicked crowd and somehow managed to understand what he was trying to signal to her. Despite the low chance that he would be able to see it, she nodded as a signal to him that she understood before she made her way through the crowd of arrested radicals, frightened civilians and police officers and hooked a left around the corner of the coffee shop. Once again, sirens filled the streets as what she assumed were fire trucks were on their way to see why the sprinklers were set off. How much more chaotic can this get?


    Kelley stuffed her hands into the pockets on her jacket, trying her best to look inconspicuous as she peered through the huge windows and into the coffee shop, noticing that she had a better angle to view her friends from. They all seemed ok, if not shook up a bit. The only one injured was Kaden and he only had a small cut on his cheek. Thankfully, no one had noticed that his blood was completely different from a human’s. With a small sigh of relief, she picked up her pace until she turned left once again, this time heading into a dirty alley that led to the back door of the coffee shop.


    Discreetly as she could, Kelley opened the door, the light squeak coming from the metal turning being covered up by the commotion happening in the building. The back door led to the kitchen of the moderately sized shop, and though the dining area was full of people, the kitchen was deserted. Walking inside, she gazed around each corner before turning them. Warily, Kelley grabbed the kitchen knife resting on the counter before she peeked through the door that led to the dining area to call for her friends. You could never be too sure, especially in a time like this.


    Thankfully, the group of friends were closer to the kitchen doors than she previously thought they were. “Bryant!” She called out before speaking once again. “The back alley is clear right now!”


    lauren. radical. 22.

    Lauren’s heart rate had skyrocketed as she made her way through the crowd. Don’t go too fast or they’ll pull you aside and then you’ll be caught. The young woman slowed her pace a bit as she worked her way around people and slowly but surely made her way closer to the exit. Looking through the open doors, Lauren saw a ton of officers and a fire truck pulling up to respond to the sprinklers that were set off.


    With her heart in her throat, the blonde inched her way out of the doors and as discreetly as she could, began to make her way down the sidewalk. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her track pants as she picked up her pace, ready to get away from the scene before officers noticed that something was up with her.


    Almost about to turn around the corner, she felt someone grab her wrist. Her breath catching in her lungs, she turned around and looked the police officer directly in his eyes. “Ma’am, do you have time to report a witness’ statement?” With an easy sigh, Lauren bit her lip before nodding. Time to turn the tables and be the “victim”.

  • ❥ the summer of '72 || sign ups

    also, i can make a male character if needed. c:

    Erin O’Connor

  • plotting with jay! — open

    hello! i’m jaymo, but you lovely people who decided to take a look at this thread can call me jay. i’ve been on this website for a while, just on many different accounts because i am incredibly horrible at remembering my passwords. all of the threads that i’m currently in/joining are taking a while and what’s a better way to pass the time than to start a couple private threads? first and foremost, the only things that i really have to say are please do not kiss and diss and please use a realistic faceclaim. i’ve spent hours on threads before only for people to never post. if you lose interest, let me know and we can start a new plot if you’d like! anywho, let’s get right down to the shizzle dizzle!


    do’s

    romance

    horror

    post-apocalyptic

    war

    college/university roommates who can’t get along but still manage to fall for each other

    hospitals (i love grey’s anatomy with all my heart)

    police/gang forbidden romance

    dystopia

    uncharted (yes, the game, but with our own characters and plots)

    the purge

    detroit: become human (an androidxandroid romance would be kiLLeR right now because Markus and North are so cute :’( )

    group threads

    gxg

    bxg (note: i’d prefer to play the female because i can be absolutely horrid at playing a male, but i can give it a shot!)


    don’t’s

    high school (i prefer early adulthood stuff if we’re being honest here)

    pregnancy (idk why but bro i can’t)

    boarding school

    teenagers

    “happy-go-lucky” (i need angst, man)

    bxb (i’m a horrible male roleplayer, as said previously)


    plots i’m interested in

    plot i
    plot ii

    i promise i have more plots, i’m mobile rn :)))))

  • plotting with jay! — open

    ohhh someone actually replied! hello!! i’m definitely interested in doing a gxg plot. is there anything in particular you’re interested in? p.s. pm me so we don’t clog up the thread! c:

  • flying bullets and swollen hearts — private with clinton

    Buck|Rogers  

    here’s a little informative spoiler for my character so you’ll have a bit of insight on who she is!

    erin o’connor. journalist.
    the plot.


    erin o’connor — twenty four — journalist —

    It was precisely 6:57 in the morning whenever she received the call of her lifetime.


    That was, until the person on the other side of the line, an intern from the New York Times, said that she had to go overseas to Russia to report all of the details about the counter-terrorism mission about to be held. “Uh, yes, Ms. O’Connor. This job is exclusively in Russia. You’ll be with the team for as long as the mission is being held out. You’ll be in good hands. There won’t be any issues regarding your safety.” Well, that didn’t help any. A call had already been made to the general of the United States Army, and she was given specific orders from the intern to call him to receive more information, where to meet in order to be brought to the rendezvous site and other important information that she assumed came with the “oh yeah, you’re going on a deadly mission!” job.


    That call took place about 5 hours ago. Now, she’s standing on a military base being prepared to take flight on a military helicopter. According to the general, who’s prep speech was lacking and only made her even more anxious, she would meet the Delta Team, who was already in Russia, at one of their bases. From there on, it was up to the commander of the Team where they went and what they did depending on the intelligence they had gathered from both the general himself and previous missions. To say that Erin was nervous and reconsidering her decision was an understatement. If she were being honest here, she’d rather this flight take her straight back to her apartment in New York. Instead, it would be taking her to a small base in Russia in approximately 5 minutes.


    “Ma’am, I need you to put your bag back here,” said the cadet as he pulled open a large compartment on the side of the helicopter used solely for storing bags and “luggage”, per se. Erin stuffed the white bag in the compartment before the cadet slammed it shut and made sure that it was closed properly before giving a thumbs up to the pilot, who started the engine on the huge flying machine. It wouldn’t be long now, maybe a minute or two, and she’d be on her way to Russia to follow around a group of the most elite soldiers in the entire army like a lost little puppy. Oh god.


    Erin turned to look at the cadet and he gave her a thumbs up as well before opening the passenger door. “Well, in you go! Have a safe flight to Russia, Ms. O’Connor!” Erin stepped into the passenger seat of the helicopter and the cadet flashed her a wide smile before closing and locking the door. The blonde journalist turned to look at the pilot, who instructed her on how to latch the somewhat complicated seatbelt before she handed her a headset so they would be able to speak without yelling at each other. “Welcome to my humble abode, Ms. O’Connor! You’ve got a one-way ticket to Russia and I’m your best bet on getting you there in one piece. Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.” The woman had a slight southern accent, and that was the only thing Erin caught onto before the aircraft lifted from the pad and they were off. In about 4 to 5 hours, she’d be in Russia.


    //ahhh i hope you can see the pics of erin! i’m on mobile right now and had to upload them from my camera roll. if not, my faceclaim is amber heard (aka the loml). also, i’m sorry if my first post is too much lol i got carried away and it probably won’t be this long again tbh

    "i wasn’t made to fall in line"

  • plotting with jay! — open

    hello JustPeachy !! i’m so in love with the entire uncharted series and i’m soooo down to roleplay one with you! do you have a specific plot in mind? if not, i have one in the first post that’s basically based off of the first game (plot ii).

  • how to not treasure hunt 101 — p with peachy

    here’s a lil informative spoiler of my character! (if you can’t see the gifs of her, my faceclaim is amber heard.)

    JustPeachy  

    erin o’connor.


    erin o’connor — twenty four — treasure hunter —

    Needless to say, Erin hadn’t expected to be at the bottom of the ocean floor at 2 in the evening today, but after the previous clue led her here, here she was. Her and that camera girl that was back on the rented boat above had been searching for Francis Drake’s lost fortune for weeks, and finally, after discovering the location of his burial site, which was inconveniently at the bottom of the ocean, they were close. The blonde moved her scuba gear out of the way as she finally approached what seemed to be the coffin. Quickly, Erin circled the winch chain she had brought down from the boat around the human-sized structure and gave a good tug to the chain before pressing a button on the small, waterproof remote that she lugged down into the ocean with her. Seconds later, a cloud of sand was forming around her as the coffin lifted from the ocean floor and slowly ascended to the boat.


    Erin hurried back upward, kicking the fins on her feet as fast as she could in an effort to both be there to pull the coffin on board and to contain her excitement. She finally did it! She finally found Francis Drake’s lost fortune. Grabbing the side of the boat as she surfaced, Erin tugged the oxygen mask off of her face as she pulled herself into the rental. “I got it. It’s coming up now,” she said directly into the camera of her partner as an enormous smile covered her face.


    About thirty seconds after she said those words, the coffin lifted out of the insanely blue water and Erin quickly made her way over to the winch in order to direct it on-board. As gently as she could with the machine, Erin lowered the coffin onto the deck and quickly rushed over to it in excitement. She unlatched the winch and pulled the coffin loose from its bondage before she looked over her shoulder and into the camera of her friend. “Here we go!” Erin gave a hard tug on the lid and off it came, revealing... nothing. There was a book bound in what seemed to be leather and a few ruined scraps of paper. Not even a skeleton was inside. Erin’s smile quickly vanished and turned into a disbelieving frown.


    “What?”


    ///ahhh this is longer than i anticipated. I get a tad carried away whenever it comes to introductory posts lol

    "i wasn’t made to fall in line"

  • flying bullets and swollen hearts — private with clinton

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    erin o’connor — twenty four — journalist —

    It wasn’t long before they were flying over the frozen tundra of Russia, slopes of white snow covering the ground. Unsurprisingly to her, Erin’s heart was pounding inside her chest. She couldn’t believe that out of all of the jobs she could have been assigned, it was this one. Swallowing the lump in her throat, the blonde woman gazed over to the brunette that was currently flying the helicopter. “How long is it until we arrive?” Erin asked. The woman pressed a few buttons on the command center before exaggerating a flip of her wrist to look at her watch. “Oh, I’d say about five minutes or so,” she replied nonchalantly. She flipped a switch on the command center and the aircraft noticeably lowered a bit in the air, already setting up for a good landing that was five, or now four, minutes away from happening.


    “You may want to grab you one of those big ol’ parkas out of the hatch in the back,” the woman offered with a pointed thumb shooting up and behind her to give some sense of direction. Erin turned in her seat and gazed into the back of the helicopter and sure enough, there was a strapped down container full of what she assumed was military issued parkas. Saying a quiet thank you through the headset, Erin reached back into the smaller half of the helicopter as her pilot began speaking to the crew on a different frequency. She caught a “we’re about a minute out” from the woman as she opened the container, pulling a large, snow white parka from inside. Turning back in her seat, Erin managed to somehow get the huge coat on underneath her seatbelt as the helicopter finally stopped above the small base, preparing for a smooth landing.


    If Erin’s heart wasn’t pounding in her chest before, it sure was now. As the helicopter descended to the snow-free landing pad, a cloud of snow filtered around them from the wind caused by the huge blades. Suddenly, Erin was glad that the pilot had offered her one of the parkas and that she had worn her laced-up boots. The woman’s voice crackled in her ear as she spoke. “Here we are, Ms. O’Connor. The best place you’ll find in the entire country,” she said with a hint of sarcasm and amusement leaking from her voice. Before she could reply, the door on her side of the helicopter unlocked and opened, revealing a lanky but muscular man. “Mornin’. If you’d be so kind to follow me, Miss.” Erin nodded as she unfastened her seatbelt, gave a small wave of thanks to the woman, and, as gracefully as she could, got out of the aircraft. The man had already grabbed her bag from the storage bin on the chopper and she followed in as he rushed out of the way, her hair blowing in different directions as the helicopter took off once they were a safe distance from it.


    Erin followed the soldier as the snow settled back to the ground around them. He walked toward a large, white tent and flipped the insulated flap upward so they could walk inside. Erin lifted her hand up to catch it as it fell back down after the soldier entered, ducking her head to avoid hitting it as she came to a stop inside the tent. It was significantly warmer inside as there was a large heater positioned near the back “wall” and the ground was devoid of snow but instead a damp dirt. Other than Erin and soldier that had escorted her, there was a couple more soldiers inside the tent as well. The man that had escorted her gave a small salute to the brunet man that was standing near the center of the room. “Sir, I’d like to introduce the journalist you’ve been expecting.” Erin watched him for a few seconds as her nerves settled before she spoke with a confident tone. “Erin O’Connor. Nice to meet you.”

  • cradle catching hearts -- private w/ jay

    //it may be because i’m currently mobile, but i can’t see the pic of lucette. who’s your faceclaim, if you don’t mind me asking?

    erin o’connor. the nerd.


    erin o’connor — eighteen — freshman —

    Out of all of the places the university could have chosen, why did it have to be the football field? Erin thought to herself as she and a few hundred incoming freshmen who were a tad late to orientation made their way through the bleachers in search of open seats. In all honesty, Erin didn’t care if they were good seats or not. She was tired from the hours of traveling, from walking from the parking lot to the stadium (which was so completely farther away than necessary) and most definitely from wandering through the huge crowd of stragglers. She just wanted to leave and head to her dorm to meet her roommate, the person she would be living with for the next year.


    Eventually, the blonde found a seat: the fourth row directly in the middle. After numerous quiet “excuse me’s” and a smile to the man that flashed her a dirty look as she got in his view, Erin finally plopped down into her seat, not caring that she was lacking grace at this point. Sitting through the rest of the speech that was being given by the dean, Erin listened closely to what he had to say, soaking in all of the information given unlike the other students around her who were either staring into space or on their cellphones. Not long after the dean sat down in his chair, the cheer squad walked up to the sidelines. Wait, what?


    Erin’s brows furrowed together as she watched the women get into their formation. When had the dean introduced the cheerleaders? Were they performing for the freshman class? Duh, Erin. Why else would they be on the field in their uniforms during the middle of orientation? The eighteen-year-old rolled her eyes at herself before she leaned forward and watched the cheerleaders perform. The blonde was particularly intrigued by the cheerleader at the top of the pyramid at the end of the routine. Once more, her brows furrowed before she realized that she had locked eyes with the woman. One thing that shocked her was that she never felt a rush of disdain hit her as hard as it just did. One thing was certain, and it was the instantaneous fact that Erin did not like that woman at all.