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I’VE SEEN THIS ROAD BEFORE // FIELD DAY EVENT - Wolfsbane - 06-28-2019
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]The city of Los Santos looked a strange juxtaposition. Past the chain link fence and mounted skulls that marked the city’s borders, lay tubs full of water balloons, large potato sacks, chalk-marked track lanes, and more. Los Santos members already were squirting one another with water as they filled up the water balloons, or cracking eggs on each other. Over near the woodland border, children were attempting to suffocate each other with potato sacks. How cute.
Wolfsbane’s goal was to bring a peaceful, yet competitive day to the other groups. Having invited all major groups he had heard of, Bane hoped today he could strengthen Los Santos’ bond with these groups, seeking out potential allies as well as providing an introduction of Los Santos to the other groups. Field day had a way of bringing everyone together with the edge of competition to it. Hopefully, the event would maintain peace among even enemies- Bane had stressed that there should not be blood spilt on his city’s grounds today.
Bane had been setting up this event all morning, assigning volunteers small tasks to help out. The dark haired man stood in the main area of the city, among the events, sorting the chalk sticks back into the box and stepping back to ensure the makeshift track lanes were even. Dusting the residue from his rough hands, the man exhaled, satisfied. He turned his attention to the others around him before speaking, â€ÂThank you all for your help! Seems like we’re just about finished setting up.†He looked around, eyeing the few children putting sacks over each other’s faces, and snapping in their direction, flashing them a stern look to which the kids froze and dropped their sacks. â€ÂWe’ll have one person at each event area to lead everyone and set down the rules.†Bane had previously given out these basic rules and how-tos to the members of Los Santos. â€ÂPlease be polite to our guests- if anyone starts any quarrels you’ll be punished. Honey, please keep the dogs in check as best you can. Other than that, have fun. Let’s win some games, huh?†He smiled.
ooc note:
hey guys and welcome to ls’ fun little event! my goal with this event was to gather all the groups up and have the characters all compete in some fun field day activities! feel free to have your character choose whichever event they’d like to participate in- honestly go ahead and look up field day activities and just choose whichever. as examples, we have potato sack races, relay races, water balloons, tug o war, pick up marbles with your feet, etc.! your character can compete or if they know the rules of the game, they can lead them. npcs can always lead games too if no one would like to rp that! the game events are set up like stations and characters can pick and choose what they want to do. also, i know all the boarded groups are here, even enemies- bane’s rules are that everyone gets along and maintains peace, but any drama plots are fine! if they’re major, just dm/pm me to check! other than that, have some fun with your characters and enjoy !! :^)
Re: I’VE SEEN THIS ROAD BEFORE // FIELD DAY EVENT - truce. - 06-28-2019
He wore his crooked smirk like a loaded gun, his gaze shifting across at the groups all beginning to arrive in Los Santos, home of the angels and outcasts. If he wasn't taking matters into his own hands and protecting him and his family in Bluestem, Silas probably would've fled to a place like Los Santos, just like the damn coward he always was. It was a really ❛ groovy ❜ place, in his opinion, and so he supposed he could give kudos to whoever ran this shit. It'd never be as great as Bluestem - Silas pondered as an afterthought - but it was up there in his top three most impressive places.
Known to be so fashionably late, it was to everyone in Bluestem's surprise to hear that Silas wanted them to be one of the very first groups to turn up to the event. Why? Well Silas claimed it was so that they could get to party food first, but Silas always had an ulterior motive. Leaving Ruby to socialize with other people, Silas was a man on a mission, stalking through the event in search of the boss that lead it all. He wanted to be the first to get to them, after all, before any of the other group leaders could get to them. He didn't want Cat burning this leader's ear off about Silas' unruly reputation now.
Asking an NPC to point Los Santos' leader out for him, Silas pursed his lips with satisfaction before wandering over, hands comfortably resting on his hips. ❝ So I hear yous the man around 'ere. ❞ He commented casually as he slowed to Bane's side, dark eyes scoping the area out. He was silent for several moments before twisting his head to look over at the other man, cracking a suave grin. ❝ Silas Overton. I run things down in Bluestem Prairie. Good to see yous all showing your faces around 'ere now. ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:nyala; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 6/27]basics.
♛ silas porter overton // sy, overton, dipshit
♛ male // he/him
♛ twenty five // ages real time // born fifteenth april
♛ leader of bluestem prairie
♛ formerly member of camp apocalypse
♛ formerly right hand man in children of abaddon
♛ established BP - fifth march 2039
♛ currently cultivates the crops for BP
appearance.
♛ faceclaim - evan peters
♛ voice claim - evan peters (tw. blood & gore in video)
♛ 5'11ft // under-worked frame // slightly paunchy
♛ dark chocolate eyes and disheveled brunet hair
♛ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♛ mental health - 95% // suffers paranoia and delusions of grandeur
personality.
♛ impetuous, spontaneous and hostile
♛ volatile, overemotional // acts rashly
♛ very loud // loves to hear the sound of his own voice
♛ pompous and overly confident // sees himself as number one
♛ assertive and knows exactly how to get what he wants
♛ outspoken and extroverted // stormy personality
♛ playfully chaotic // enjoys having fun whilst tearing the world apart
♛ cunning and slimy // hard to work out what his intentions are
♛ low self-esteem yet hides this through over-confidence
♛ intelligent and caring to those who can see passed his bullish semblance
♛ scarily loyal towards his favorite people
♛ embarrassingly flirtatious // flirts with anything that moves
♛ clownish and sees most serious matters lightheartedly // immature
relationships.
♛ james overton x nadia overton // whereabouts unknown
♛ six siblings // three brothers & three sisters
♛ bisexual biromantic
♛ crushing on anna // on and off relationship with her
♛ has an eight year old son, riley james // known as james
♛ owns two chickens // marilee & zelda
♛ owns four dogs // ghost, fang, bandit and jekyll
♛ owns three horses // tinker, rawhide and tex
interaction.
♛ storage // plot
♛ physically: hard // mentally: hard
♛ very strategic // usually has an ulterior motive
♛ unpredictable - dangerous with a gun & explosives
♛ cares very little about ending lives for his own gain
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Known to be so fashionably late, it was to everyone in Bluestem's surprise to hear that Silas wanted them to be one of the very first groups to turn up to the event. Why? Well Silas claimed it was so that they could get to party food first, but Silas always had an ulterior motive. Leaving Ruby to socialize with other people, Silas was a man on a mission, stalking through the event in search of the boss that lead it all. He wanted to be the first to get to them, after all, before any of the other group leaders could get to them. He didn't want Cat burning this leader's ear off about Silas' unruly reputation now.
Asking an NPC to point Los Santos' leader out for him, Silas pursed his lips with satisfaction before wandering over, hands comfortably resting on his hips. ❝ So I hear yous the man around 'ere. ❞ He commented casually as he slowed to Bane's side, dark eyes scoping the area out. He was silent for several moments before twisting his head to look over at the other man, cracking a suave grin. ❝ Silas Overton. I run things down in Bluestem Prairie. Good to see yous all showing your faces around 'ere now. ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:nyala; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 6/27]basics.
♛ silas porter overton // sy, overton, dipshit
♛ male // he/him
♛ twenty five // ages real time // born fifteenth april
♛ leader of bluestem prairie
♛ formerly member of camp apocalypse
♛ formerly right hand man in children of abaddon
♛ established BP - fifth march 2039
♛ currently cultivates the crops for BP
appearance.
♛ faceclaim - evan peters
♛ voice claim - evan peters (tw. blood & gore in video)
♛ 5'11ft // under-worked frame // slightly paunchy
♛ dark chocolate eyes and disheveled brunet hair
♛ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♛ mental health - 95% // suffers paranoia and delusions of grandeur
personality.
♛ impetuous, spontaneous and hostile
♛ volatile, overemotional // acts rashly
♛ very loud // loves to hear the sound of his own voice
♛ pompous and overly confident // sees himself as number one
♛ assertive and knows exactly how to get what he wants
♛ outspoken and extroverted // stormy personality
♛ playfully chaotic // enjoys having fun whilst tearing the world apart
♛ cunning and slimy // hard to work out what his intentions are
♛ low self-esteem yet hides this through over-confidence
♛ intelligent and caring to those who can see passed his bullish semblance
♛ scarily loyal towards his favorite people
♛ embarrassingly flirtatious // flirts with anything that moves
♛ clownish and sees most serious matters lightheartedly // immature
relationships.
♛ james overton x nadia overton // whereabouts unknown
♛ six siblings // three brothers & three sisters
♛ bisexual biromantic
♛ crushing on anna // on and off relationship with her
♛ has an eight year old son, riley james // known as james
♛ owns two chickens // marilee & zelda
♛ owns four dogs // ghost, fang, bandit and jekyll
♛ owns three horses // tinker, rawhide and tex
interaction.
♛ storage // plot
♛ physically: hard // mentally: hard
♛ very strategic // usually has an ulterior motive
♛ unpredictable - dangerous with a gun & explosives
♛ cares very little about ending lives for his own gain
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Re: I’VE SEEN THIS ROAD BEFORE // FIELD DAY EVENT - capt. salem - 07-03-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem had heard tale on the wind of some sort of party thing, held in a city that he wasn't familiar with. Catalyst had said they were allowed to go and to play nice, and Salem was fully intending to take advantage of the opportunity to do anything; sitting around stewing in his anger couldn't be healthy.
Seeing the kids running about, and people walking through the crowded streets; well, Salem wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd never seen such a large grouping of people since he was much younger, before the blackout even; he was sure there was a large population in the Badlands, but he hadn't gotten a chance to carve out a social life there just yet.
"Could've lived without seeing the skulls." Salem quipped to himself as he dodged past what appeared to be a few friends, huddled together talking. He felt a bit out of place, and he hadn't seen any other Badlanders show up yet; well, whatever. He wasn't going to stick to his groupmates' sides even if they were here, he wasn't some shy child.
A water balloon splashed by his feet, and he jumped. His hand went to the hilt of his sword instinctively, but he didn't draw it and instead searched for the poor sap who'd missed their shot and nodded at them with a kind smile; it was a kid, probably around fifteen? Yeah, he didn't want them to assume he was gonna charge at them with a sword.
Moving his hands to hook around his belt instead, he decided to head over towards the person he'd been informed was the organizer of this event, and probably the leader of this place. Might as well chat with that guy for a bit, see if he had any suggestions for events to check out. Or he would, if he didn't notice someone else already engaged in conversation with the other man.
He'd drop in and start chatting completely uninvited, but he figured it wasn't worth the awkwardness. Instead he started searching for a place to get some water balloons; whenever someone from the Badlands did show up, they'd be greeted by a fun surprise; Fun for him, at least.
Seeing the kids running about, and people walking through the crowded streets; well, Salem wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd never seen such a large grouping of people since he was much younger, before the blackout even; he was sure there was a large population in the Badlands, but he hadn't gotten a chance to carve out a social life there just yet.
"Could've lived without seeing the skulls." Salem quipped to himself as he dodged past what appeared to be a few friends, huddled together talking. He felt a bit out of place, and he hadn't seen any other Badlanders show up yet; well, whatever. He wasn't going to stick to his groupmates' sides even if they were here, he wasn't some shy child.
A water balloon splashed by his feet, and he jumped. His hand went to the hilt of his sword instinctively, but he didn't draw it and instead searched for the poor sap who'd missed their shot and nodded at them with a kind smile; it was a kid, probably around fifteen? Yeah, he didn't want them to assume he was gonna charge at them with a sword.
Moving his hands to hook around his belt instead, he decided to head over towards the person he'd been informed was the organizer of this event, and probably the leader of this place. Might as well chat with that guy for a bit, see if he had any suggestions for events to check out. Or he would, if he didn't notice someone else already engaged in conversation with the other man.
He'd drop in and start chatting completely uninvited, but he figured it wasn't worth the awkwardness. Instead he started searching for a place to get some water balloons; whenever someone from the Badlands did show up, they'd be greeted by a fun surprise; Fun for him, at least.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]