gwebster2
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| 26 Jun 2014 08:38 PM |
The Prohibition Era. A time where alcohol was banned across the US. A time of mafia, and homeland warfare. Cities erupted in isolated gunfights. The media gobbled up the casualties, gobbled up the fear and gobbled up the need for attention.
It's no wonder how they missed an entire city going off the map.
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The bar was bustling with lively activity. Classy men and ladies, and significantly less classy men and ladies living together and having a jolly time drinking illegally. The thrill of avoiding the police, and the thrill of the party combined into a fantastic feeling to keep a man interesting in anything.
When the frontman made the signal for incoming police, the bar immediately switched into a cafe. The shelf was cleared of bottles and glasses and the passed out where shoved into the closet. They all stashed away everything on their tables and swiftly replaced them with menus.
Meanwhile, the frontman waved to the police officers. Who looked a little tipsy themselves. At first, he was confused. But then he smiled. Police officers can have fun too, his supposed. But when they came into the light of the store, he saw their torn faces, bloody and grey. The sounds they made were horrifying. His gasp of surprise quickly turned into screams of agony.
You are a patron of this bar, and things are about to kick off in a big way.
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CHARACTER SHEET Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Bio:
Personalities in the CS are dumb. Make your personality known in the story.
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RULES:
Do not godmod.
I will control major events. Feel free to make up whatever other stuff you want.
I will make sure no one is killing an entire horde with a pistol.
It's the Dirty 30's. Act like it, would ya?
This won't be focusing on the survival aspect that much, but don't go overboard on finding guns. But, if you happen to be a member of the mafia, I'm not against a pistol or a revolver.
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| 26 Jun 2014 08:45 PM |
Name: O'Malley Age: 30 Gender: M Appearance: 6'00", with fair, Caucasian skin, brown eyes, and neat, black hair. O'Malley is wearing a black suit with a hat. Bio: An immigrant to the US, O'Malley quickly fell in with the Mafia.
(soooo... baaare.... hmmmm) |
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Zaadan
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| 26 Jun 2014 08:47 PM |
| (Very interesting concept. Have no doubt, I will join soon. Unfortunately, I'm not the most familiar with the time period, but whatever goes.) |
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gwebster2
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gwebster2
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| 26 Jun 2014 08:53 PM |
| (Oh yeah, don't start until we get more people. It need to be a very sudden reaction.) |
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Zaadan
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| 26 Jun 2014 09:14 PM |
(Also, thank you so, SO much for not putting a personality in the CS. I think it's way too confining, and I never know how the character will turn out until I start roleplaying with them.)
Name: "Argyle Tom" Thomas Powell Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: Thomas has dirty blond hair that is slicked back and over in a common style for well-to-do men, brown eyes, and pale skin. He has a square jaw and a short, stocky build, standing at 5'6". For a man, he has a rather thin brow and equally thin lips, giving him a tiny frown as a neutral expression. Bio: Thomas Powell was born to a happy, middle-class couple. They lived as a financially stable family of three for a good portion of Thomas's childhood. However, not long after Thomas's eighth birthday, his father left both him and his mother behind in a drunken rage. This caused his mother, who worked multiple jobs and could barely support the both of them, to become one of the staunchest supporters of the alcohol ban. However, she eventually could no longer support him and turned him loose before he could get a higher education. Stuck in the streets, he joined up with the wrong people, and eventually was caught up in the bootlegging business. As the years passed, he became increasingly charismatic and manipulative, and became one of the best and most famous bootleggers in town. He was known as Argyle Tom for the argyle suit jackets he wore most of the time. |
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gwebster2
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| 26 Jun 2014 09:16 PM |
(Accepted!
Now, if we don't get any more joiners we can begin with just the 2 of you.) |
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gwebster2
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| 26 Jun 2014 10:01 PM |
(no more joiners?
itll be fuuuuun) |
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LNG257
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| 26 Jun 2014 10:03 PM |
I'd probably join.
But I suck at making authentic nineteen hundreds CSes. |
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gwebster2
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| 26 Jun 2014 10:17 PM |
well thats too bad
FOR YOU
LOSER |
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Zaadan
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| 26 Jun 2014 10:27 PM |
| It's not as bad as it seems. My CS isn't very authentic at all, but I was able to create filler. Just give it a try! |
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| 27 Jun 2014 11:15 AM |
Consider my interest piqued.
Name: James Greene Age: 24 Gender: M Appearance: 6'2", Athletic build, Caucasian. Somewhat gaunt face, with a thin, sharpish jaw and a pointy chin. Blue eyes. Dirty blonde hair, cut short on the sides and slicked forward on the top. Bio: An Irish Immigrant, James's last name was changed when he arrived. Born James McGonnan, he was an IRA fighter for some time, but the death of his father caused his mother to flee the country in grief, and he went with her. |
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gwebster2
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| 27 Jun 2014 12:39 PM |
accepted
we begin when every is ready
i guess
just say ready :I |
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| 27 Jun 2014 01:18 PM |
Name: Monroe Porter Age: 34 Gender: M Appearance: Monroe is a classy gentleman with gray pinstriped bowler hat, a fancy gray two-piece suit, and recently shined shoes. He's 6 feet tall even and weights 168 pounds. He has a clean-shaven beard, a pale skin tint, a pointed nose, brown eyes, and short, black hair. Bio: Monroe is a normal solicitor who goes around selling various merchandise. The job doesn't pay much, but he's managed to scrounge together enough money for a night out or two and a nice suit. |
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powser51
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| 27 Jun 2014 01:28 PM |
Name: Logan Pierce Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: He has black messy hair, Gray Shirt with Suspenders and a tie, Jeans, and grey shoes. He has tannish skin, and is 6'2 124 pounds, and has icy blue eyes. Bio: Logan is a normal average daily person, he lives in his house with his parents. He puts nothing to bad causes and is charming in a way. He has saved various amounts of money to help himself. |
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Riku1257
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| 27 Jun 2014 01:33 PM |
CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Alfonso "Al" Gabriella
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alfonso stands at around 5'11" and weighs in at around 150 lbs. His hair is slicked back in the stereotypical mafia style. He is wearing a grey and white pinstriped vest, over a white long-sleeved collared shirt. He is also wearing a black fedora with a white band on it. Right around his neck sits a bright red bowtie. He also wears grey and black pinstriped pants with a pair of black leather shoes.
Bio: Alfonso came to the town simply on a visit. The town had some mafia ties, and one of the "higher-ups" in the one he was in assigned him to oversee a quick business deal. The deal was set to begin later on the day he arrived in town. As a matter of fact, it was set to being approximately fifteen minutes AFTER the police arrived. Isn't that just unfortunate?
[I'd just like to add that he carries a M1911, if that's allowable.]
thats a 4/4 string ostinto in D minor! Every sailor knows that means death! |
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| 27 Jun 2014 02:26 PM |
Name: Benjamin 'Ben' Jakes
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ben has brown hair that doesn't go over his ears, but is long enough for color. By the end of the day he will be in need to shave. He has brown eyes, and white skin. He has a few scars on his arms and legs from previous jobs. He stands at 5'8, and 140 pounds.
Bio: Ben was a poor kid. He grew up in the Arizona territory, which only became a state in 1912. He moved to the city at 20, and started off a new life. |
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gwebster2
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| 27 Jun 2014 02:26 PM |
( Wow. That was quick. ALL ACCEPTED.okay. Remember, being in the mafia matters. a lot.)
(Well, if you guys are ready, you can start.
Go ahead and make your first in character post BEFORE the three zombies burst in through the door.) |
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| 27 Jun 2014 02:31 PM |
| Monroe sat in a booth seat, a shot glass in his hand and his brief case next to his seat. After a long day of getting yelled at and failing to sell his merchandise, Monroe was happy to have a nice drink. |
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| 27 Jun 2014 02:36 PM |
Ben waited for somebody to act. He saw nobody. He hesitated, and grabbed his sons baseball bat, his son was eating a sandwich. He gripped the bat, and threatened the police officer with it. "I'll whack you in the head and kill you right here!" He made a whacking motion. The police officer looked up and grunted at him. It got up, and started to come after him. He stepped back. Then, he brought the wooden bat into the officer's head, and it fell over onto the floor. It made another unsettling noise. He brought the bat down on the officers head. The other got up from feasting on the other man. "Oh man I'm gonna get arrested.." He said to himself. |
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| 27 Jun 2014 02:36 PM |
(OH, before.)
Ben gave his daughter and son sandwiches. They ate in their booths. Ben stared at the officers outside. |
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gwebster2
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| 27 Jun 2014 03:24 PM |
(lol)
The bar is filled with a silence as everyone inside hopes the police will just walk on by so they can resume their happy, drinking times.
(Bailer, why is your son and daughter in a bar full of drunk people?) |
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| 27 Jun 2014 03:31 PM |
| (cus, they have nowhere else to go, their mother died of cancer) |
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| 27 Jun 2014 03:31 PM |
| (Family friendly bars are apparently a thing now.) |
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| 27 Jun 2014 03:32 PM |
| (they are like, 14 though, so it's not that bad) |
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