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  1. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern π’π”π‘π•πˆπ•πˆππ† π„π‹πƒπ‘πˆπ“π‚π‡: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ππ„π†πˆπππˆππ†.

    Mentions: @Gao Graham's eyes narrowed further as the kid he had pulled out kept babbling. He took his cigarette out, blew a puff of smoke to the side. Suspicion was growing, but his gut said otherwise. This boy, weird as he was, certainly wasn't a killer. Brain like a scrambled egg, maybe...
  2. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern π’π”π‘π•πˆπ•πˆππ† π„π‹πƒπ‘πˆπ“π‚π‡: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ππ„π†πˆπππˆππ†.

    @Gao The spiky headed youth followed him out, his ever increasingly incessant babbling eliciting an internal sigh from the sheriff. He turned to face the youth, rolling around the cigarette clenched between his teeth in annoyance, a habit he had picked up recently. Right when all of these cases...
  3. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern π’π”π‘π•πˆπ•πˆππ† π„π‹πƒπ‘πˆπ“π‚π‡: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ππ„π†πˆπππˆππ†.

    The sheriff entered the dimly lit classroom, the gathering place of this 'Dungeons and Dragons' shit. What was Reggie's little witchcraft club thing called? Swords and Adventurers? Devils and Axes? The Goblin Diddlers? Yeah, that sounded about right. Reginald was fascinated with it. His little...
  4. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @SteepVision @RipTide Fuckity, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck! Crazies on all sides, some fucking stranger on his fucking roof, and a fucking... Dog? Kinda' cute, in a really ugly way. Scrunched up face, dopey eyes oblivious to the imminent and quite vicarious danger as the mass of flesh...
  5. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @SteepVision @RipTide No time to think, no time to even catch his breath as some old bumbling fuck started jamming his finger and screaming even louder. He wanted driving? He'd get driving. Still high off of the previous adrenaline rush from his brush with death at the hands of one of the...
  6. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πšœπšžπš›πšŸπš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πšŽπš•πšπš›πš’πšπšŒπš‘ 𝟷𝟢𝟷 ; student lounge

    Kinda bare bones but I'm leaving some of the finer details to get revealed naturally as the story progresses Also tried to make him kinda an antithesis to stick out alongside the main cast, moreso than his role
  7. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern Feudal skies OCC

    I'm up for it
  8. VomitIcicle

    Fantasy πš‚π™Ύπ™Όπ™΄π™·π™Ύπš† πš‚πš„πšπš…π™Έπš…π™Έπ™½π™Ά π™΄π™»π™³πšπ™Έπšƒπ™²π™· 𝟷𝟢𝟷: πšƒπ™·π™΄ π™Έπ™³π™Έπ™Ύπšƒπš‚.

    NAME: Smith Graham NICKNAMES: Easy-S, Pot-snatcher. The second one he earned for his tendency to shakedown known dealers for his own 'recreational use' D.O.B: April 8, 1940 AGE: 47 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Cis ROLE: The Lawman, the sheriff of a sleepy town and working on his retirement, he has...
  9. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @SteepVision @RipTide Vision still blurry, ears reeling from a combination of disjointed shouting and inhumane moans, James was nonetheless able to get the gist. Car. Without his glasses? Fuck that! He shoved away at the man blindly, staggering halfway out of the car, breaking free of the...
  10. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πšœπšžπš›πšŸπš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πšŽπš•πšπš›πš’πšπšŒπš‘ 𝟷𝟢𝟷 ; a college horror comedy

    Cautiously interested, have a weird character idea I'm willing to pitch but would be more than happy to take on any open role that happens to be available
  11. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern Under the Crimson Moon || Monster Academy RP

    Something like that, gathering information
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    Realistic or Modern Under the Crimson Moon || Monster Academy RP

    Had an idea for a character, dont know how particularly acceptable it would be though A monster hunter?
  13. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @SteepVision @RipTide @erzulie The sudden shriek of an emergency alarm sent James practically keaping out of his socks. The stumbling and passive mass of former tourists outside turned in unison, their broken and rotting bodies reinvigorated at the prospect of new prey, a few even going so far...
  14. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @erzulie "Not even gonna' say anything about the corpse?" James questioned, retching slightly as the mystery man he had been following turned and progressed farther downstairs without a word. Right. So his picks were a psycho with a gun and a bunch of psychos who wanted to eat him...
  15. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @erzulie "Shit, shit, shit." James breathed, following close behind as the man made his ascent down to a lower room. Legs shaking, he gingerly scooted over the railing, dangling precariously over the side of the gargantuan hotel. It seems the start of his descent was just in the nick of time...
  16. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern World War Z in 1944

    I'm down for this, I'm under the assumption there's probably some special infected mucking about given how quickly stuff has apparently fallen apart Potentially down for a soviet special operator
  17. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @erzulie The journalist stared blankly at the man as he moved towards the bed, stripping it of its sheets. That little comment about tying... "You can't be fucking serious." James blurted, still awkwardly clutching his knife. A particularly loud pounding at the door shattered any...
  18. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    @erzulie James leaped back and yelped at the sight of the gun being pointed at him, falling hard on his ass. The terror of nearly being shot was compounded by an incessant moaning, one that spoke of a ravenous, inhumane, hunger. A crash, the doors downstairs caving in from the sheer amount of...
  19. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    James winced, recognizing the not-so distant crack-pop for what it was. Something he had heard with quite the regularity back in Texas. Gunfire. Well, not so much gunfire. Nobody was popping off rounds, so to speak. Just a single shot. Definitely close. Seventh, maybe eighth floor? Which...
  20. VomitIcicle

    Realistic or Modern πƒπ„𝐀𝐃 πˆπ’π‹π€ππƒ

    No police, no ambulance, nothing. Emergency services were either disabled or so swamped with callers nothing could get through, neither of which were exactly comforting. Turned on the news after that, scattered reports of random violence. Mass hysteria. He tried to call his parents, fuck, got...
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