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- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Magical, Romance, Dystopian, Religious, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies (but the plot has to consist of more than just mindlessly murdering the undead), Steampunk
The orange blades of grass folded stiffly under Shreya's feet as she moved toward the designated area, a crisp breeze blowing her short lavender hair across her face. She was done with this place. Nothing fun to do. The government was super strict and their tourist laws had prevented her from doing anything that she might have enjoyed. All the natural landmarks had been "off limits" to her, and the penalties were ridiculous.
Reaching the hitch-pad, she pulled the transmitter from her pant pocket and fired a signal, the device beeped in her hand; the confirmation that it was working. With any luck she'd be off this boring planet within the next hour. Gently, she pulled the travel pack off her back and unhooked the collapsible stool from the bottom of it. With a swift flick, the legs locked into place and Shreya lowered herself into the seat to wait.
So far, this trip had been nothing like she'd expected. The adventure she was hoping for just hadn't happened, and if she was to be honest with herself she was just about ready to give up. Nothing was going as planned. Hitching sucked. She had no say about where she ended up next... and so far the places she managed to get to sucked. Two out the three rides she'd managed so far had expected her to act like their slave. Supposed to bend at their every beck and call. The other one was cool. She just cleaned a bit in exchange for the ride. Something needed to give. Something to make this whole trip worthwhile...
Shreya pushed her hand through her hair and leaned forward, staring absently into the distance too lost in her thoughts to see that her signal had been answered.
@Roose Hurro
Reaching the hitch-pad, she pulled the transmitter from her pant pocket and fired a signal, the device beeped in her hand; the confirmation that it was working. With any luck she'd be off this boring planet within the next hour. Gently, she pulled the travel pack off her back and unhooked the collapsible stool from the bottom of it. With a swift flick, the legs locked into place and Shreya lowered herself into the seat to wait.
So far, this trip had been nothing like she'd expected. The adventure she was hoping for just hadn't happened, and if she was to be honest with herself she was just about ready to give up. Nothing was going as planned. Hitching sucked. She had no say about where she ended up next... and so far the places she managed to get to sucked. Two out the three rides she'd managed so far had expected her to act like their slave. Supposed to bend at their every beck and call. The other one was cool. She just cleaned a bit in exchange for the ride. Something needed to give. Something to make this whole trip worthwhile...
Shreya pushed her hand through her hair and leaned forward, staring absently into the distance too lost in her thoughts to see that her signal had been answered.
@Roose Hurro