Hello! This is the blog of Harvey McTanner. I do stuff and things. Feel free to follow. Or not.
So here’s the deal: A few weeks ago I joined this RP. Under the rules (Which I read and agreed to.) it stated explicitly that one must be fifteen or older to be involved in this RP. I am fourteen years old. In other words, I lied. After some discussion myself and the mods agreed to have me discontinue my activity at Beyond Rapture. My blogs will still be there, just not followed. I can still have private conversations OOC in Skype. Not the group, mind you, but anyone and everyone who would like to talk privately is invited to. My official birthday is December 22nd, and I’ll probably resubmit my application Christmas day. I can say for certain rejoining the RP would be the best present anyone could ask for. Oh great, now I get into the sappy stuff, here we go. In the short time I’ve spent with Beyond Rapture, I’ve made friends, written fiction, learned how to deal with life, and most of all, used my creative writing skills. Everyone on this RP deserves every single honor I can think of. You are great people. And, I won’t lie, I’m crying right now. It’s upsetting, for sure. I’ll be gone for a while guys, but after Christmas, I’ll be back… WITH A VENGEANCE! Goodbye!
Jesus christ my face is like a fire hose. p.s. Read the tags.
"So uhhh… Heh. Casey… Would you… Like to go on the Scenic Airship Joyride with me? I’m a bit of a fan of the things… Andtheremayalsobeacouplesretreat."
You want to what? I don’t know, man… I sort of… Forgot how… To give one.
"Huh, what? Yeah I’m alive. Barely." Harvey spat out a little blood right by her shoe. "Do you think you could get me some morphine?"
Harvey had had worse, but it would be better not to make a big fuss. There was, after all, a dead man laying next to him.
He might as well make small conversation while he was here. “Hey, thanks for stopping. What’s your name?”
Staring at the blood almost on her toe, she couldn’t suddenly re-attach to the situation. Not knowing why the other man was dead. Not knowing who this man was… And he had a weapon. She… was unarmed. That didn’t mean she couldn’t kill him bare handed.
Still on her one knee, she looked in his eyes. Yes.. He was in a lot more pain than his almost utterly carefree attitude gave off. She reached out to wipe the blood off his forehead.
Do you think you could get me some morphine? A drug? No… painkiller. There was a pharmacy not that far from here, but… She figured a hospital would be the place to go to get him some /actual/ help. Her face was completely cold and without emotion. Rubbing the blood off on her dress, she stood up quickly, making sure to eye the gun.
"Why’d you shoot that man? He was unarmed." Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice her monotone voice and only a glance at that other man’s body.
Why’d you shoot that man? He was unarmed.
Harvey smiled. It was cute how she thought she knew what had happened. Sometimes it’s funny how people assume everything they think about you from one situation they saw.
"M’am, he wasn’t unarmed. He was armed and very dangerous."
The man was actually a local plasmid dealer. He was mixing some of his own special ones and selling them under the table as well as having tie-ins with the mob. Harvey found out about it when he broke into the shop. From there it only escalated.
"Well? You got morphine or not? And don’t take me to a fuckin’ hospital. They’ll want the story and I’m not really in the mood to tell it right now. Just make the pain go away."
Harvey winced again. Broken bones were the devil.
▓ : My character will hug yours
۩: My character will tell you how they feel about yours
∞ : My character will get you a present
░ : My character will snuggle with yours
▼: My character will give your a piggyback ride
▲: My character will tell yours a joke
♥: My character will kiss yours
There has never been a better opportunity to use this.