Sorry it's been so long since I got on here guys!
Any news on our fourth person? And as far as plot lines go I guess we should start tossing out ideas. Maybe one couple is trying to kill the other for some reason? Maybe part of opposing groups of supernaturals and they are forced to work...
I agree. Focusing on two characters makes it complicated and generally the quality of development suffers.
I was thinking supernatural plot line. how's that sound?
I'm pretty open as far as plot lines go and what we do with the characters. I prefer to play the female and I'm looking for someone to play my male love interest. We can go supernatural, horror, slice of life or anything like that so feel free to throw out ideas as they come to you. Just message...
Mother continues pacing the yard, picking up small trinkets from a box she's hidden in the brush. "her hairbrush, clothes, necklace, hair, my baby girl. I can have her again." she mutters to herself, grinning like a maniac. Finally our shovels hit cool dirt and we are deep enough. I gesture for...
I gently pried mom off a slightly unnerved looking Alaska and turned to the other girl. "We have another shovel beside the house if you'd like to help me dig the grave." I point to the old spade and pick up mine. We only need to dig a few more feet before the grave will be done and I try to make...
(it's cool that was on me.)
I stared deadpan at the girl beside Alaska/not Alaska and watched. "You alright girl?" I ask. Unhooking my canteen from my belt I toss it to her and resume digging, quietly watching Mother and the Alaska girl.
Mother's mouth opens and closes at the sight of the...
(i'ma wait for Ema before I respond again but I wanted to add a plot twist here. I'm toying with the idea of adding a darker side to mother so just watch for weird/clingy/obsessive behavior)
"I will forgive your lie this one time child. The Alaska my husband and I helped died years ago after being mauled by one of the cannibals." She hisses. She looks borderline murderous but that fades as she looks down into her lap at the face of her deceased husband. Stroking his hair out of his...
I move back to grab it and follow Alaska's directions. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if I'd been upset about something but I couldn't seem to process anything more than one foot in front of the other. 'Maybe mom will cook rabbit tonight if Dad caught enough.' I wonder briefly...