This story is set in a post-apocalyptic (maybe we can add some backstory to it from before what ever happened) world.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Anyways, Andrews rules, Im not really up for any smut or anything like that, maybe hugging, kissing, and handholding, but not any more than that.
I guess we work off that lol
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Oh yeah, I definitely wouldn’t be doing smut or anything like that. 👍🏻👍🏻 Do you wanna start with writing BIOs or go straight in the rp?
Well, I usually just jump right in. Would you like to post a starter?
Of course! 😁 I’m a fairly detailed writer depending on the rp, so a lot of my replies will probably be multiple paragraphs
I love it! I'll try my best to do as much as I can!
(Should our characters have any relationships prior to the rp?)
Kendra used to have a family once. A home. A life. She didn’t remember much about her life before it all happened. In fact, she didn’t want to remember. It’s not that she didn’t have a good life before the apocalypse, but the memories of it were just… happy. Too happy. It reminded her of what she once had along with everything she had lost.
When she would start to remember what had happened, she would drink. It was a bad habit that started when she was young, and as she got older, she would do everything she could to try to put a stop to the addiction. But, no matter how hard she tried, she would only manage to go sober for a few weeks before she found herself back at the underground bar.
It was the only place that was still open in her town, hidden among the ruins. Zombies had not yet gotten into the building. Those who tried were shot and killed without a second thought.
As Kendra entered the bar, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol forced its way into her nostrils. She hated this place, but she found herself coming here again no against. Every. Single. Day.
(I would say nope! And how long after the start of the apocalypse would we put these characters in?)
The buzz of people was little to none. Ever since the Apocalypse started, the town that Lincoln had lived in was isolated to themselves, to scared to ever go out and try to find another group of living people. Lincoln once had a mother and a younger sister but they were separated when the ear piercing alarms went off and his mother fled with his sister, leaving him to hide in his home. When Lincoln woke up, all was clear. He was to wander the world, in search of family, maybe friends along the way.
(Time jump to where we are now.)
Lincoln sat at the back of the bar, near a busted window. After all, the place reeked of alcohol and many other things that he'd rather not know. He was in his own mind, thinking of everything, trying to get things set. This was a post-apocalyptic world after all. Some times the world 'aint all Sunshine 'n rainbows his mother used to say. Now he knew what she meant. Lincoln took out his pack from under the table and took out a makeshift dagger. Just for the fun of it, he wanted to carve his initials on the table. What could go wrong in a place full of people that would probably kill you just if you staired?
(Hmm… prolly a few years I would say)
Kendra noticed him near the the back of the bar, but she didn’t approach him. It was a mistake to walk up to any in this bar, especially a male that you don’t know. Instead, she headed up to the bar counter, ordered the strongest drink they had, and sat down at a table near his. She hated herself. She hated herself for a lot of things, but especially for this. What would her parents say? Her siblings? She knew they were no longer with her on earth, but part of her thought that their were somewhere above, watching her in disdain.
Without another thought, she took a drink. She knew she was harming herself with how addicted she was to this stuff, but she couldn’t help it. It healed her from all the hurt she’d suffered, but completely ruined at the same time. She could slowly feel herself losing her mind as she finished up the drink. A man approached her, trying to speak to her, but she could barely make out his words.
Gosh, she hated herself. And that self hatred just grew with every drink.
(That works! And I see we have My character who is a lil more up beat and then yours. This match up will end in chaos and Im all in for it!)
Lincoln was busy trying to carve his name on the table when he heard the ruckus by the front. Well, If this is going to start another bar fight.. Lincoln thought, gripping his dagger, I might as well be ready he chuckled to himself. If this were actually the case, Lincoln had plenty of experience in bar fights. Or fight's in general.
Lincoln looked closer at what was happening and saw a man, talking to a woman by the counter, but it looed like it might have become more of a nice little chat between the two. Lincoln decided to walk up to the counter, slowly but he was getting there and then he pretended to accidently push the the man away. He acted like it was all by mistake and brushed it off like he was going over to get a drink. He thought he was in the clear until he got his drink. The man chucked it to the ground and started mumbling slurs at him. Oh crap… I've really done it now, have I? He thought to himself, ready to attack the man. I gotta stop helping people I don't know. doesn't end well for anyone.
"Hey Bud?" Lincoln looked at the man. "I really didn't mean anything bad. Just tried to get a drink and accidently tripped on you." Lincoln knew this guy was either to drunk, or to dumb to understand a word that came out of his mouth. He quickly signaled to Kendra with a face of 'Get the hell out of here, things might get a little crazy.'
(We love chaos 😂)
Kendra looked up at the man, her eyes dazed. That was the guy from earlier, right? The guy she saw sitting near the window. Part of her felt grateful for him; he had saved her from being harassed by yet another man at the bar, after all. But, at the same time, he may have been slightly naive. After all, everyone in that bar knew the man Lincoln was talking to, and they all knew that Lincoln likely wouldn’t get out of that situation alive.
“Look, George, he didn’t mean anything by it.” Kendra’s words slurred together as she spoke. “Don’t cause—“
George, the man Lincoln had tripped over, slammed his glass on the counter, interrupting her sentence. He stood up from the bar, rising to his full height of 6’9”, and shoved Lincoln to the ground.
“Who do you think you are?” He spat on the floor. “Comin’ up here, gettin’ into me and my girl’s space. Do you know who I am?”
Andy rolled her eyes and began to stand up. “George—“
“Shut up. Let me deal with this troublemaker. You stay out of it.”
Lincoln, a bit taken back, looked at the guy with shock.
"You've got one hell of a shove." Lincoln chuckled. Lincoln knew what he had to do. It was knife or never and Lincoln really wanted to go with knife. (A lil' to trigger happy there lol)
He got up, and looked up at George. Being a person of 5'7 he looked like a cockroach in front of his man. Lincoln knew he wasn't gonna get anywhere with this guy so he acted dumb and then quickly slipped away from George, heading for his stuff. George didn't like that. He followed Lincoln, breathing like a lion that hadn't eaten in days. Lincoln understood that he only had one way out of this. The broken window. Lincoln, doubting everything, grabbed his stuff and just as George caught up, Lincoln leapt out of the window. It was just big enough for Lincoln to fit through but when George took his leap he got stuck. Gorge had seen Lincolns name etched in the table. It read Lincoln Reeds.
Lincoln knew that the man wouldn't fallow him out so he just camped by the alleyway besides the bar. It was better than almost dying was it not?
(From 1-100 in about…lets say 5 minutes?)
(Haha, it is! And yes, almost everything I write escalates super quickly 😂😂)
When she saw that George was distracted, she quickly gathered up her belongings, trying not to drop anything in her drunken stupor. She felt bad for the Lincoln, sure, but she wasn’t about to throw herself into a fight with a guy around a foot taller than her. He would understand. After all, out here, everyone fended for themselves.
Kendra stumbled out of the bar, and just as she walked around the building, Lincoln came tumbling out of the window. She snorted and walked up to him, throwing her bag over her shoulder.
“Hm, not much of a fighter, eh?” She smirked faintly. “Not very heroic of you to run in the middle of a fight.”
(Might need to head off for the night. I'll be on tomorrow hopefully! Gn!)
(Alright! Gn!)
(Had some time to slip this in.)
Lincoln was busy looking through his stuff when Kendra walked up to him. He jumped a little and then got up.
"Well hello to you to ma'am." He smiled. "I'm sorry but I picked life over death. I'd rather die to radioactive causes then by Curious George over there. He looks like quite the nitwit, is he not?" Lincoln said, Shoving the dagger in his bag.
Lincoln winced when he realized that a little of the glass had made a small but deep cut on his arm. He paused for a second then he opened his bag and started rummaging through his bag for some bandages. "Sorry for all that. Bit new to these parts." He said, rolling up the ripped sleeve and started warping the cut.
“Mm… that’s looks bad. I think it needs more than just bandages,” she said. “I would stitch it up for you, but I’m a little tipsy right now.”
She slumped against a brick wall, running her hand down her face. To be honest, she was surprised she wasn’t dead yet. Being that intoxicated put her in a vulnerable condition, and she had a tendency to get hit on by cocky, aggressive guys like George who couldn’t take no for an answer.
“But thank you for, you know, standing up to that guy.” She forced a small smile. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t stepped in.”
Lincoln nodded his head. He knew that what he had done had made him vulnerable to an attack if he would ever go back to the bar.
"You look a little… unwell. Would you like to say at my place for a little? There's enough space in there for two, maybe three people and as you can see, there's only one of me." Lincoln smiled warmly. "And don't worry about the cut right now. I could stich it up later. I just dont have the stuff on me right now."
"How about that offer aye? Unless your going to go off to some more bars and get into some trouble there?"
“Mm… you have a lot of trust in a pretty drunk girl standing outside a bar.” She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “But who’s saying I can trust you?”
Well, it wasn’t like Andy had much of a choice. She was already intoxicated, and the last thing she needed was trying to deal with getting home alone. There’s no way she would make it there without getting harassed or worse, so she was much better going with him than anyone else.
(Sorry! School is school and theres nothing you could do about it)
Lincoln smiled at what Kendra said. He shook his head, packed his stuff and got up.
"Look, You're right. I don't even know your name yet. I'm Lincoln Reeds. What's yours? Also, I've had drunker people in my place." Lincoln shivered, thinking of all the people he had let into his home.
"You're different though. Drunk, but different." Lincoln Laughed, while starting to walk. "C'mon. Dont want ya to get lost. It's getting dark."
(Haha, you’re good! I totally understand)
“Andromeda…” Andromeda slouched against him. Her stomach churned, and she felt as if she might throw up. “But… call me Andy.”
She laughed softly at his next comment and began to follow him, barely able to walk in a straight line. “Different?” She gave him a crooked grin. “Good kinda way or bad kinda way, love?”
(I aM AlivE)
Lincoln looked back at Andy. "Well, Looks like we could slow down a bit. I'd rather you throw up outside then in my place." Lincoln said, slowing down to Andy's pace. "If you need some help," Lincoln put out his hand, "I could help you walk there. Ya know, In a straight line?"
"And when I say 'Different' I mean… In a why that you seem different from all the other people I have met over the years. I mean, One time I met a guy named Jason, Great guy! Until he got to my hide out and while I was out he proceeded to rob all my valuables. I did get the stuff back in the end because he got into a fight and just ran like a baby. Not that I would know who would do that cough cough" Lincoln chuckled in embarrassment.
(wOO 😂)
“Oh, please.” She smirked teasingly up at him. “I can throw up wherever I want to, dearest. Including in your house.”
At first, Andy hesitated when he held out his hand, but she eventually took it and allowed him to help her walk down the street. She leaned over, clutching her stomach the entire time.
“Ahh. For a moment, I thought you were hitting on me,” she teased. “Guess that assumption was incorrect.”
Lincoln looked at Andy and looked back to the road. "Alright, were here." He said, pointing to a run down apartment complex which was a few buildings down. "Home sweet home! For the time being though." As they walked up to it, He let go of Andys hand and headed for the door of the complex.
"Dont go running off now. Just going to do something real quick." Lincoln said, Taking off his bag and going through it.
Lincoln took a crowbar out of his bag and with it, shoved the door open from the bottom. "The door gets jammed after a while of not opening it."
The door creaked open and Lincoln put the crowbar back into his bag. "Try not to fall, Lots of rubble and other stuff in there." Lincoln said, taking Andy's hand again
Andy raised an eyebrow as they approached the apartment complex, suspicious of Lincoln’s true motives. Even though she was drunk, her reason began to kick in as she pulled her hand away from his and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You’re joking, right?” She let out a laugh. “You really think I would go into an apartment with a random stranger?”
Lincoln looked at Andy and shrugged. "Right now, Andy, you look as drunk as can be. So if you want to prance around like a foal, then go ahead. I mean, either way, you expected the invite before, no?" He smiled sarcastically.
"Where do you even live? Ever since I've been here, I've never really seen you around. I've been here a good few-" Lincoln stopped. There was no point of talking. Andy was to intoxicated and was busy trying not to throw up at the side of the road.