- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- Generally online in the afternoon eastern time
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, mystery, magical, modern,
Winslow
Rain trickled harshly down his bare neck. Teeth clattering, Winslow slid off the jacket that had been ripped and torn by the tests of time, and made sure that it protected Evangeline as she shuddered, presumably from her ailment, rather than the storm. Winslow loved a good storm, when he was still in a situation where life was normal and the people were good and loving, Winslow would stay awake for hours at a time, writing short stories to the sound of splattering rain droplets. He briefly closed his eyes to imagine the clatter of his fingers against the key board, a gentle melody of piano notes humming in the background. His fingers drummed against his thighs lightly, words dancing and flowing through one ear to the other. A story of cosmic proportions grew in his head. Mystery, romance, adventure! Characters swarmed in his head like angry hornets, buzzing and colliding. Winslow was at ease, his chest heaving at an appropriate speed, the world behind his eyes filled with nothing but hope for the next day, and the next, until Winslow had run out of days to live.
"WHOA GOD IM DYING!" The exclamation caused his eyes to flutter open, heart slamming in his chest as he realized his new found friend appeared to be in trouble. Luckily, it seemed she merely tripped, and did not get eaten in the time period of Winslow's dreamscape. He was relieved to see Dexs and Ottos attempt to help her, and he scoffed lightly at the girl mocking Bea.
"Ah, physical contact. The very baine of human existence. You might want to get that cleaned, I hear human skin is very dirty. I hear if you get touched by someone whose not a partner, their DNA seeps into your skin and infects you like a zombie. Except scarier if you get mini Wins running around." He chuckled softly and hesitantly slid next to Otto, eyes flickering up and down at Bea "Don't worry, no little girlfriend is going to beat you up. She'll have to go through me first." His head tilted innocently and continued to drum his fingers, breathing even still. "You alright Bea? You still look good, and by that I mean well...I...gah, can't English." He grinned, hoping to calm her if she was sheepish "Cling to me if you need to, don't want you tripping again. That would make it twice today." He held up two fingers, waggling them teasingly
Inventory
Pistol(four bullets)
Hospital rags(2)
Small, rusted scalpel
A new friend
Evangeline's canteen (almost empty)
Rain trickled harshly down his bare neck. Teeth clattering, Winslow slid off the jacket that had been ripped and torn by the tests of time, and made sure that it protected Evangeline as she shuddered, presumably from her ailment, rather than the storm. Winslow loved a good storm, when he was still in a situation where life was normal and the people were good and loving, Winslow would stay awake for hours at a time, writing short stories to the sound of splattering rain droplets. He briefly closed his eyes to imagine the clatter of his fingers against the key board, a gentle melody of piano notes humming in the background. His fingers drummed against his thighs lightly, words dancing and flowing through one ear to the other. A story of cosmic proportions grew in his head. Mystery, romance, adventure! Characters swarmed in his head like angry hornets, buzzing and colliding. Winslow was at ease, his chest heaving at an appropriate speed, the world behind his eyes filled with nothing but hope for the next day, and the next, until Winslow had run out of days to live.
"WHOA GOD IM DYING!" The exclamation caused his eyes to flutter open, heart slamming in his chest as he realized his new found friend appeared to be in trouble. Luckily, it seemed she merely tripped, and did not get eaten in the time period of Winslow's dreamscape. He was relieved to see Dexs and Ottos attempt to help her, and he scoffed lightly at the girl mocking Bea.
"Ah, physical contact. The very baine of human existence. You might want to get that cleaned, I hear human skin is very dirty. I hear if you get touched by someone whose not a partner, their DNA seeps into your skin and infects you like a zombie. Except scarier if you get mini Wins running around." He chuckled softly and hesitantly slid next to Otto, eyes flickering up and down at Bea "Don't worry, no little girlfriend is going to beat you up. She'll have to go through me first." His head tilted innocently and continued to drum his fingers, breathing even still. "You alright Bea? You still look good, and by that I mean well...I...gah, can't English." He grinned, hoping to calm her if she was sheepish "Cling to me if you need to, don't want you tripping again. That would make it twice today." He held up two fingers, waggling them teasingly
Inventory
Pistol(four bullets)
Hospital rags(2)
Small, rusted scalpel
A new friend
Evangeline's canteen (almost empty)