Uh-

Well, I’m bored. What’s happening?

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 22:46:27 -0500

Well, I’m bored.

What’s happening?

survivingbypuredumbluck: Well it seemed like this one had a smart mouth like the other hunters as...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 18:15:21 -0400

Well it seemed like this one had a smart mouth like the other hunters as well. Lucky her. Still, it made her smile a bit, half from what he said and half from what would happen if he did try to take her knife away. It was only one of several after all. But nonetheless, Sophie was not a violent person, even towards the infected, so she simply crossed her arms and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Come now, I do have a sense of honor even in this dark and twisted world. Back stabbing isn’t my style. Besides, I rather like my intestines where they are and would prefer not having to replace them back into their proper positions. Again.” Now she stuck out her hand, a small sarcastic smile on her face.

“Apologies for my earlier rudeness, but certain events have caused me to become a bit….frazzled. My name is Sophie, and you are?”

Odd how she smiled at his slightly hinted threat, but he mentally rolled his eyes (didn’t want to seem rude right now, did he?) and slipped his cold hands into his hoodie pockets to warm them. “I get it, haha.” Jayson let a smirk come back to him, and brought out a hand that was hopefully not deathly cold, so Sophie could give him a handshake as he had said: “I’m Jayson. You probably already know I’m a hunter, and so on so forth.”

Audio

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 18:07:55 -0400

SCP AU [Closed]

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 18:06:15 -0400

killerblond:

The creature stopped,cocking his head ever so slightly the side and looking off into the distance somewhere. He could sense emotions to most degrees and he was picking up some very strange and conflicting ones from this human. What an odd thing.

“You shouldn’t you know. Thinking safer won’t make you safer.” He began his pacing again. “Doctor? They found a replacement then? The last one met a nasty end. I suppose his replacement doesn’t matter.” They had the cameras well hidden—or perhaps there were no cameras and only microphones. There went that plan for escape.

1252 was growing impatient; frustrated. No cameras to use and this Kyles figure was useless. Of no authority and therefore no help. Still he was something to waste time on, something to play with. The creature was suddenly upon him, appearing in front of his face in a sort of flicker and grabbing onto the sides of it, forcing the other to look into his almost cavernous blue eyes. A name flickered through his mind and he quickly took hold of it and let his form ripple and change.

Even if they were moving to get the man out of the cell at that very moment,1252 would already have him in the palm of his hand before they could even open the door. It was too late for Mr.Kyles.

As he opened his mouth to speak with a little smirk forming onto his lips, and he even closed his eyes for a moment before trying to talk just a few words but- he noticed a shadow move in front of him and he looked upwards at the figure standing before him. 1252, mainly. Why was he so close to him? But he shouldn’t even think about that right now, he was practically alarmed by this sudden behavior that he attempted to move, but oh. His face was grasped by cold fingers, it was as if it was a mix of digging into his skin, or someone trying to caress his face. Hold it, maybe. Even if those were the three possible things that were happening, it only mainly felt like the creature was digging his fingers into his jawline. His eyes were widening at this point- just practically staring at the cold blue eyes. They looked like ice- though soon melted to a cool blue-gray.. Those eyes were soon nearly covered with long ginger hair falling near them, and Jayson’s own eyes only widened more.

Right about now he would try and talk above the beeping sound behind him, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. The one holding him now in his grasp was his roommate.. Dylan, oh Dylan, where had he been? He missed him so. Jayson’s mouth opened, but as soon as he almost nearly said a word to try and ask where the other had been, the door behind him had opened right then. It was a hushed sound to his ears, but possibly a loud noise to his roomie.

There was a tight grasp on his right arm- then his left, and he was soon being dragged out as the ginger’s fingers were leaving his face. “Dylan!” He cried right as his legs gave out- being dragged across the floor.

“No! Let me see him! I want to see my roommate! Let go!”

The door had closed.

Give me someone's URL and I'll tell you what I think of them

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 17:22:53 -0400

Give me someone's URL and I'll tell you what I think of them

trainhighwind: “Jayson! That’s a fun name~” The hunter did not know that by their conversation was...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 17:22:34 -0400

trainhighwind:

“Jayson! That’s a fun name~” The hunter did not know that by their conversation was up, he was sure to have a nickname

“I wander EVERYWHERE!” Train chirped, flinging his arms into the air to underline his point of everywhere.

He blinked a few times before staring- then blinking again. “Ahah, thanks, I guess.” There was just a faint smile on his face before it went back to a normal frown, or half-smile. “Everywhere? I’d be careful when doing that, really, could walk into something harmful and possibly get hurt, y’know?”

survivingbypuredumbluck: Another hunter. Always hunters. Was she a hunter magnet or something? At...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 17:13:04 -0400

survivingbypuredumbluck:

Another hunter. Always hunters. Was she a hunter magnet or something? At least most of the hunters she met nowadays were somewhat friendly. Hopefully this one was no different.

“Yes, hello. Before we get any further into this conversation let me say that as long as you don’t try to rip my throat out I won’t try to stab you with my lil sticker here.” She motioned to the folded up blade in her belt. “Are those terms acceptable?”

Oh well that was a very pleasant introduction. Jayson scrunched his nose for a second before replying in the same sort of manner as the other did. “Yes, they sure are, as are making sure you don’t try and back stab me with that ‘lil sticker’ you have there on your belt, because if you happen to do so I might as well grab it now and throw it away without a chance of you trying to stab my stomach if I try and pin you to the ground as I claw out your intestines.” He smiled for a moment before frowning. “I hope that’s acceptable too. Now, let me ask who you are, or do you just want to skip that?”

SCP AU [Closed]

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 17:00:59 -0400

killerblond:

“Of course. Study me. As if they don’t know most of what I’m capable of.” It was if he wasn’t actually talking to the human before him but at the same time was. If 1252 truly cared about the human in his cell then he wouldn’t be standing there nervously. The human would already be under his control and begging for any sort of attention from the creature.

“I’ve heard them refer to your kind as D-class personnel. Is there a branched caste system held within this facility?” 1252 was now began to look the human over and then began to pace, circling like some sort of predator. “You humans have names, you give us numbers. If we don’t have names then we are simply things. Does that make you feel safer? Thinking of us as things rather than living beings? What is your name,human?”

He kept his eyes on 1252 as it(he) circled him, watching his legs and then looking at that choi- Oh okay, talking again. Sure thing.

“Ye-ah I’m a D-class member, and we sorta have our own rooms and hallways just away from you.. guys. I guess.” Sorta sad though how some of the rooms aren’t set up to the person’s liking. But oh well, huh? S’what he and the others get for being criminals of the law and then being sent here. “If you want me to be honest with you though, guy, I sorta feel safer thinking of you and some of the other subjects here as either just simply ‘beings’ or yeah, ‘things’. Whatever, eheh.” And wait- it was asking for his name? Jayson thought for a moment before opening his mouth again. “I dunno about tellin’ you my first or last name, but I guess you can call me Mr. Kyles or something. Doctor always does and has been.”

survivingbypuredumbluck started following you >Uh.. Oh, a survivor.He takes a breath before...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 16:39:00 -0400

survivingbypuredumbluck started following you

>Uh.. Oh, a survivor.He takes a breath before speaking.

Hello there.

trainhighwind: >He watched ..Train, for a moment before slowly nodding, and then...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 16:36:48 -0400

trainhighwind:

>He watched ..Train, for a moment before slowly nodding, and then smiling.

Uh-..huh, I’m Jayson. Can I ask what you both may be doing around these parts? If one of you doesn’t want to answer, that’s fine.

trainhighwind started following youlovelessxboy started following you Hello, who may you two be?

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 16:11:34 -0400

trainhighwind started following you
lovelessxboy started following you

Hello, who may you two be?

SCP AU [Closed]

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 02:41:32 -0400

killerblond:

He stared at the human in an unamused manner. “You’re nervous. Don’t be. Not yet.” He stood now,setting the book on the small table. His cell was roomy,decorated and looking at least somewhat like a typical human living room with a bed off to the side (though that was rarely used).

1252 approached the human, coming to stand until he was towering over the male,head cocked just slightly to the side. “I assume they’re watching somehow. Listening. They send in their own for the sake of knowledge. I’m not sure if I should be disgusted or amused.” He glanced around as if for visible cameras.

“Why are you here? What are they having you do?”

Oh. Well this is certainly a very observant subject. It’s not like he wasn’t used to it, he sometimes was but it was always quite a surprise if someone had called him out on being nervous or awkward or whatever he was feeling. Right now he was already used to it, going to have to be anyways around this.. Guy. 1252, wasn’t it? Shrug. “Well aha- thanks for pointing out what was probably obvious..” Jayson placed his hands at his sides and pat his hips a little, looking to the side for a moment before he looked right back at the creature moving towards him. Coming closer until he was practically just standing right above him. Wow, this wasn’t fair at all. He was a little short, come on.

“You’re uh- tall.” He barely had said before the other talked once more. What was he doing? Well usually what he would do with new subjects, or untested subjects of D-Class members is just either observe them a little, talk to those who could, or just mess around with the ones that were allowed to be touched and so on so forth. Usually some bad stuff would happen, but he was lucky sometimes in usually being able to escape or being unharmed. Though, what if he couldn’t escape from this guy? He was an Euclid, after all. Not just a simple Safe class object or being. “I just sorta- well, yeah just observe you. I guess. Touch, talk, whatever they want me to do to see how you react and they just sorta jot it down to learn about you, I dunno man. Try asking them when their intercom comes on.” He shrugged at the other.

SCP AU [Closed]

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 02:17:15 -0400

killerblond:

1252 sat quietly in the corner of his dimly-it cell, lashes lowered as he glanced over a book. “Your governing system is so trivial. So flawed.” He drawled without even looking up. “But I suppose that’s just how it goes with your kind.” He closed the book now, looking up at the newcomer. “Your kind must be far less clever than I assumed as well. Sending in fresh meat knowing what I can do.” He of course didn’t draw in the poor human yet. He’d learn a bit about the other first. If the human couldn’t help him escape then maybe he wouldn’t even bother—but he had grown so bored as of late with nothing to do. 1252 loathed boredom ever so much.

It was fairly just a little light in here.. Odd, nothing bad happened yet! Good for him. Jayson stepped a little further into the chamber, becoming startled when a voice had interrupted his action(s). It sounded normal- that was also pretty strange to him, considering the things he had encountered were either containing distorted voices in their throats or no speech at all. Really, he had only met a few subjects with such calm or normal voices such as this one.

His eyes trailed up and locked onto the figure that was apparently labeled as Euclid, even though he looked like such a normal man except for that fashion sense he had going on. Man, it’s the 21st century, c’mon. Jayson almost shook his head for a moment, but didn’t want to trigger anything just in case this creature, or human being.. thing, took it the wrong way. He was also realizing how he was still standing the way he was, with his foot still outside the door and one foot inside. Both foot now stood inside the cell and the door shut closed, causing him to look behind himself then at the other.

“Well..

Uh..”

What does he even say right now?

“I dunno what you can do.. Man, or creature, I don’t even know. I don’t even know much about you, or at all, eh..eheh.”

Now he practically just stood there.

SCP AU [Closed]

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 01:56:30 -0400

killerblond:

It was dark—but then again that was to be expected. His room, his cell was completely closed off from the outside world. The windows usually used for looking into the cells were covered with an annoying black material. The creature narrowed bright and stern eyes as the offending coverings.

SCP-1252, codename: Imaginary Friend. Such a childish title to refer to him as. He was so much more than that. The creature didn’t look much like one would expect a creature to look. He was significantly human-looking. Of course this being had no definite form,but he’d learned that humans were vain things and would only speak to those who held at least some similarity to themselves and so he’d taken on a default humanoid form. Though honestly he looked more anachronistic than anything; tall with neatly combed blonde hair and almost blank-looking eyes. Perhaps he could pass somewhere in the nineteen thirties,but here in the twenty-first century it was obvious that he didn’t belong. Not that time or appearance mattered much here—where ever here was.

1252 had been captured some time ago by the strange containment facility. It’d only been halfway by will as well—but nothing ever wants to be taken into captivity a hundred percent freely. They had tried speaking to him, met with him in rooms that hurt his eyes. He’d almost escaped because of this mistake—he’d entranced the man who asked him such trite and ignorant questions, had managed to escape the obnoxiously-lit room before being cornered by men with what he assumed were what humans used as weapons. Willingly he’d gone back to his cell then,sat quietly and was pleased when they no longer tried to take him to bright room.

His questioner died a week later, having refused to eat or drink and only asking to see 1252. Needless to say,the foundation figured his ‘powers’ out rather easily after that incident and since then they only spoke to him through intercom systems. Never looking upon him directly. They thought they were so clever because of this as well. 1252 was neutral to humans, they were things to play with and to study—but these humans upset him and made him want to show them suffering as they liked to show others unlike themselves.

“Jayson.”

No, he doesn’t want to wake up. Not to that voice, anyways.

“Jayson.”

Go away, his thoughts snapped.

“Jayson H. Kyles.”

With an audible ugh sound coming from his mouth, Jayson’s eyes opened with his eyes focusing on the light shining above him, and the silhouette covering the mentioned light. One of those detectives had come to wake him up from a dream he wished to never be woken up from. Oh well, he can’t always get what he wants. The D-class member sat upwards, the uncomfortable white blanket sliding off from his disgusting orange suit. He had to fucking sleep in that for the past few days. Way to go, containment, way to keep your D-Class members healthy and clean.

“Mr. Kyles, we need you to be awake and ready to visit one of our, many, Euclid creatures.” Wait- Euclid? He wasn’t ready for those. Jayson rubbed at his left eye and looked up at the doctor. Or, well, what most people called him. “Wait- doc, are you sure I have to see an Euclid monster guy? I thought my roomie did those..” Where was the guy anyways? Wasn’t he a ginger, too? Man, he missed him.. Where did he go? Probably free or somethin’ like those guys he eats with rumor about. “Your ‘roomie’ is no longer at this facility, sadly enough, but we need a new substitute for the one that has yet to be tested by a D-Class member, or members. Now hurry it up a little, Mr. Kyles, we have work to do.” ….With Jayson staring at the floor for a moment, he thought about his roommate he had, or used to have anywho. His name was Dylan Gaiter, if he could remember. Nice red-head now that he thought about it. But thinking time was over now, he would had to hurry otherwise he’d be in some slight trouble with that doctor that had left the room. Well- he didn’t exactly leave the room. He just sorta hung around the entrance to Jayson’s room so he could hurry along to the chamber with the monster in it.

After what was what, almost an hour long walk? Jayson and the Doctor had reached the hallway where (some) subjects would be kept, usually not close to each other, or close to each other to where they would not wind up mutating, combining, and so on so forth. They passed by so many doors.. From 1242 all the way to 1254…. The Doctor’s footsteps halted in front of a door labeled: “SCP-1252, Imaginary Friend. Enter with CAUTION. Class is Euclid. You have been warned.” The D-Class member had swallowed spit at this, staring down the door that kept hold of one of those dang monsters that are always cooped up in this containment facility. He didn’t want to go in, he was only used to Safe classes! But the Doctor did not care, for he right then said “Be ready, Mr. Kyles.” The Doc’s hand went up and punched in a number in one of the coded pads, the door soon making an unlocking sound and opening up. The man stepped aside, and ushered Jayson inside. Well.. Here goes nothing. Jayson’s feet began stepping forward, till he was at the entrance of the room.

“Hello?”

[hhfgh ok if i dont owe anything?? idk if someone would want to start something or not, but i might...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 19:07:12 -0400

[hhfgh ok if i dont owe anything?? idk if someone would want to start something or not, but i might just be off for now or something.

meanwhile i might make some other rp account for another character and try and pay attention to that one and this one shrugs :// ]

[hahahaahg wow ok sorry something happened a few days ago to where i wasn’t able to make any...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:15:09 -0400

[hahahaahg wow ok

sorry something happened a few days ago to where i wasn’t able to make any text posts, add any text, or anything involving the such with any of my accounts or yeah. Had to move to another user on the laptop so now I’m back again.

who do i owe]

meralandotherspookies: “…Is that you Jayson?” The scent seemed somewhat familiar to Meral, but she...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 19:04:39 -0400

meralandotherspookies:

“…Is that you Jayson?” The scent seemed somewhat familiar to Meral, but she shrugged, slowly scratching behind the small feline’s ears. She occasionally glanced and clicked in the air, using the little noises she made to ‘see’ her surroundings and to make sure no other infected or survivors were approaching.

“I bet you’re a cutie.” She made long strokes down his back, being sure to make her touch as gentle as possible.

At his name, he stopped moving for just a second before trying to nod in a way. She probably wouldn’t be able to tell he was nodding, but there was a chance she’d know? He mentally shrugged, letting the pets and scratches come to him. Ohh these felt great- and purrs came into hearing as the strokes were petting down his back. Possibly being a cat wasn’t so bad at this moment.. But sooner or later he’d have to be normal again!

thebleedingeffect: blindedhunter replied to your post: >Head bumps into leg and...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 18:53:48 -0400

thebleedingeffect:

blindedhunter replied to your post: >Head bumps into leg and meows>

>The kitten meows again at him, attempting to put its front paws on his leg to stand up. Meeeow

/kneels down to pick the kitten up/ Hey there, little man… What are you doin’ around here?

>Its back legs move around for a second before it looks back up at Desmond, blinking and then meowing right at him.

meralandotherspookies: Meral had decided to go on an early morning stroll, which, unfortunately,...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 18:42:11 -0400

meralandotherspookies:

Meral had decided to go on an early morning stroll, which, unfortunately, had caused her to become horribly lost, even though she was only a few blocks from her home and had practically been walking circles around the city. Sometimes she regretted clawing out her eyes, but she could live without them.

The screamer perked up at the sneeze, and sniffed in the air. Ah, yes, a feline~ She was sentimental and merciful towards those creatures, and they were her favorite animals after all. She wandered towards the scent, standing a few feet away from the cat. Crouching down, she held out her hand. “Here kitty kitty kitty~”

There was a shuffling noise in front of him, or whatever the noise was- and he froze in place for a second before he looked up at who he saw. It was Meral! He was actually pretty thankful it was her and not someone he didn’t know or recognize, so of course he wouldn’t be afraid of her. Though.. Infected usually went for animals or something if they were hungry and didn’t have anything else to eat..

Jayson still stood there for a moment before hesitantly letting himself step forward, his nose sniffing towards the other’s hand. It was an odd smell, but nothing bad.. For now he’ll be able to remember how she smells close up, so no worries there if he forgets her face!

The cat leans his head back down and touches the palm of her hand with his cold nose, making sure to look at her closely just in case she tried anything.

Well.. The world certainly looks bigger through a cat’s eyes, and pretty gray too if he had...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 17:40:00 -0400

Well.. The world certainly looks bigger through a cat’s eyes, and pretty gray too if he had to admit that. It doesn’t really do him much good since he only has one working eye that just looks all gray and bleh.

Jay, now a kitten, looks around the streets for a moment before getting onto all of his paws and just…. Being really unsure where to go now.. Though he turns to his left and goes to the most familiar place some might go to- the park. It’ll possibly be a long walk since there’s a difference between walking/running on hunter feet, and a feline’s paws.

Even if it is a long walk, it’ll probably take him a little longer since he has to get used to the feeling of the ground on the pawpads that he now has, and considering he might stumble every now and then. Jay isn’t used to this, who could blame him? The cat lets out a audible sneeze, and continues walking along the way to the park.