Trist
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OOC: That's right, another Gen 13 thread! These always prove entertaining, although usually short-lived. Hopefully we can get some participation in this one; I really need to get active in posting again.
By all means, choose a character and begin posting. No characters are reserved, so don't OOC ask for one, or even PM me for permission to post. Let's just enjoy this, okay?
IC:
Roxanne Spaulding lay across the couch, her thumb idly pushing the buttons of the controller that graced her palm. She turned the volumn up, surfed over a couple of channels, turned the volumn down, attempted to get into a show that had started 15 minutes ago, lighted a cigarette, and began flipping channels once again.
The girl was restless. Gen 13 hadn't seen any action in nearly a month...not even a whisper had come from the DV8 crew. Life, to put it plainly, was dull.
Roxanne flipped her body from a stomach-laying position to her back. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind wandering over possible adventures that could spring up. She looked to the phone, telepathically commanding it to ring and give message of some important happening. It didn't.
Roxanne gave a sigh of defeat, sitting up upon a single cushion of the couch. She turned off the television and tossed the remote to a near-by table.
"Where the hell is everyone?" she thought out-loud.
Roxanne had awoke to an empty house; no notes, no messages, nothing. She took a couple drags of her cigarette, sitting in absolute silence for a good two minutes.
Suddenly, the front screen door opened. Roxanne turned to look back as she heard the noise, watching as the golden door handle began to turn.
"Finally," Roxanne thought, "someone's home."
By all means, choose a character and begin posting. No characters are reserved, so don't OOC ask for one, or even PM me for permission to post. Let's just enjoy this, okay?
IC:
Roxanne Spaulding lay across the couch, her thumb idly pushing the buttons of the controller that graced her palm. She turned the volumn up, surfed over a couple of channels, turned the volumn down, attempted to get into a show that had started 15 minutes ago, lighted a cigarette, and began flipping channels once again.
The girl was restless. Gen 13 hadn't seen any action in nearly a month...not even a whisper had come from the DV8 crew. Life, to put it plainly, was dull.
Roxanne flipped her body from a stomach-laying position to her back. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind wandering over possible adventures that could spring up. She looked to the phone, telepathically commanding it to ring and give message of some important happening. It didn't.
Roxanne gave a sigh of defeat, sitting up upon a single cushion of the couch. She turned off the television and tossed the remote to a near-by table.
"Where the hell is everyone?" she thought out-loud.
Roxanne had awoke to an empty house; no notes, no messages, nothing. She took a couple drags of her cigarette, sitting in absolute silence for a good two minutes.
Suddenly, the front screen door opened. Roxanne turned to look back as she heard the noise, watching as the golden door handle began to turn.
"Finally," Roxanne thought, "someone's home."