Posts by Bunnyfur

She rubbed her head and began to concentrate. She laid in a relaxed sitting yoga position and meditated on getting stronger.

It was a small amount of silence, and then Echo spoke up. "May I explore the camp and meet my future denmates?"

"I suppose you could say that," she said, looking at her comics. She put them down and looked through the half wood sealed window. Infected and a couple of clickers walked around.
Ellie picked up her hunting rifle and hurried downstairs.

"In that case, let me get my stuff." Ellie skipped back upstairs and stuffed her knife, ammo, crossbow and arrows into her bags. She snatched up her rifle to meet Joel again.
"Alright. Let's go."

She nodded and quietly opened the back slide door.

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[size=21pt]-- Youth Jackson --[/size]

"Yes, of course. Dogs are on the right kennel. Don't forget to fill out this paperwork. Ask any of the workers here for further help."
A child and his mother nodded, took the paperwork and went to look at the dogs. She smiled and got up to visit the reptiles section, where she spoon fed turtles and scrubbed their shells. She also wiped the algae off the glass. Youth wiped her forehead with her arm.

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Ellie watched him carefully, studying every move. She continued to move forward, taking out her crossbow and taking out a few infected and one clicker.

Ellie took no hesitation. She whistled and patted her thighs to get her horse's attention.

"It's a name I came up with." Soon enough, the horse came trotting, Ellie climbing onto him and tightening her bag on her shoulders. She wrapped his reins around her fists and held them.

"No problem." She led her horse behind Joel's.

"Yeah." Ellie patted her horse's head.

She followed reluctantly. Oh how she wished for the old days with the Fireflies. Fighting, blowing up things, taking care of new recruits... But this was her guardian now. Ellie hopped off her horse, guiding the creature behind Joel's.

OC: Hello there! A bit bad on my roleplaying skills since I haven't done it in about a year or so, but I think I'll be okay.

Rome -- someone that not even he knows. His powers are nearly fully developed and yet he doesn't know what they do. His parents believe he's a species of shapeshifter, but that's only a theory. Today would be the day that he would find his true colors.

Info: This roleplay basically takes place after "The Day of the Doctor." Any kind of adventure is allowed, and if you become Clara. . . you get to pick it! Well of course you do, your Clara. Third or first person is suggested. Up to three characters (The Doctor, Dalek, Cyberman--Dalek, Fallen Angel, Clara--etc.)

My fingers tapped silently on the floor as I sat on the step thinking of what to do. My encounter with several of my past and future selves practically finished the job of what the Doctor should be doing. Well. . . Technically my job is never done. But who has time for jobs?

OC: Sure!

I smelt the burnt smell of some sort of dessert that Clara makes -- called like a soup plate. I don't quite understand how they are pronounced. "Great, you stinked up the TARDIS. You know I think she doesn't want you to make your. . . um . . . whatever, so she locks the oven door." I got up and turned on the vacumn and the air freshener. "There's fish fingers and custard in the fridge."

OOC: Hello! May I ask what characters are open and are being used, if possible?

I smiled at her. "Anywhere you want to go," I say to her leaning onto the TARDIS. "But," I shout raising a finger, "nothing anything crazy." I run away downstairs and examine the tubes of the ship. I think to myself that such a occasion should call for fancy wear. I dive into a compartment and throw out bow ties, suits, and shoes and finally find what I'm looking for.
A fez.
I put it on and run back upstairs with a smile on my face.

"Sure thing." I typed in some numbers and pulled the big ol' handle and a slight shake arose from the TARDIS. "So we don't raise any suspicions, I suppose you need to dress like a '50s person. Don't know what that means." I ran around twice in circles. "Wait," I say stopping, "isn't it the times of the afro or World War II?"

I shook my head at the comment of losing the fez. She knows how I feel about taking it off. I looked at her outfit and slowly rocked back in forth. She was beautiful but it wouldn't seem to be me if I said so. "You look great," I say in a high-pitched voice. I cleared my throat. "You look great."
I turned away from her as I heard the TARDIS land and look at the doors. I held out my hand to her and grinned. "Ready?"