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Oh, so you couldn't rent equipment on Mykronos? That made this awkward. But, Carmen insisted she was going to stay the night here and Patrick had the same option. Luckily, she knew how to start a fire- sorta...mostly she, just had a lighter in her bag. That was good enough for the wolf. Once the stars came out she was really happy she stayed after the last ferry of the day departed. There wasn't much to do once she was warned how dangerous the forest was. She was a wolf so she had a lot less to fear then Patrick and his kitten; still, she couldn't go frolicking in there afterall. She suggested trying to build a shelter. That took...a very long time. News flash: this city girl knows nothing about camping. Luckily for them there were some other people with actual camping gear, so miraculously, it was from inside a cozy little tent that Carmen was waking up this morning. She yawned and stretched carefully in the small space she had to share with Hiro and Patrick. Camping with a bunch of strangers wasn't so bad, they'd all been really nice. The dancer rubbed her eyes, quietly getting up and slipping from the tent. It was a little past sunrise, however, the sky was grey; a storm was coming and the ferry wasn't due for another hour. Pursing her lips, she shook her head and trotted off along the beach for a walk. She was half wondering if she could get away with shifting into her wolf form while she had the chance, and without anyone noticing.
Home:□1216 Pasadena
Task:□Shoping & Fun
Clothes/Vehicle:□ Sweater ||| Shopping ||| Speedy
Money:□$$
Mood:□Excited
Last Text:□Mom: How's dad doing? I text him & didn't get a reply.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 3:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 6:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 12:30 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 10:16 pm
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[First official post]
 Ryan Martinez Torrez
Inside of a tent on Mykronos Island's camping site a young man was yawning himself awake to the alarm of birds singing a greeting to the new day. Smelling himself as he unzipped the exit of his tent the young man's nose cringed a little and so he grabbed at his hiker's backpack to get his hygiene kit to wash up in a river within the jungle on the island. A scrub with the loofa and some rubbing of shampoo and the young man was ready to brush his teeth and get into his clean clothes he had brought, along with his towel. Back at his tent the young man strung the wet towel on a clothesline he'd made by tying twine between two low branches then slipped back into the tent for a sec. Leaving the dirty pair of clothes behind the young man reached for what he needed; His compass/Sundial watch which he secured on his wrist, his wallet with cash and fake ID naming him 'Leon Kennedy', and finally his trusted Grendel P30 which he kept on safty with 14 bullets in its 30 capacity box magazine.
Leaving his tent with confadince that nothing would be stolen, seeing as his stuff hadn't been stolen the past two days and other were probably too busy with their outdoor experience anyhow, the young man was about to leave when he suddenly stopped half way unzipping the tent open. Turning back the young boy dug into the backpack once more to fish out a weathered brown leather journal along with a pencil. This ritual of writing in the morning was an everyday thing for the young man. It helped him keep track of things he's learned and things he's done since coming to Soleil. It also allowed to keep track of himself and his own development in this new life of his. Though he wasn't very satisfied with what he had written down for this morning, recollecting past events, he knew it'd have to suffice for now. He didn't have daylight to waste, he had to get a job today and finally become able to save up to rent an apartment...or at least have enough to get his second life really going. Either way, the money that has lasted the young man was diminishing and so with that fact pledging him the young boy headed for the ferry to be led into the city of Soleil and start his job hunt.
---Exit: to The Finer Things---
Company:: Nobody
Clothing:: In pic
Feeling:: Meh
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Mykronos Island --- > Uptown Soleil - > "The Finer Things"
Wallet:: 1000¥
Items:: Compass/sundial watch, Fake I.D, Grendel P30 |
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 12:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 2:46 am
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Ryan Martinez Torrez
Another day, another morning. With a yawn and stretch The young man greeted the day with a lazy smile, unzipping his tent and crawling out like a tiger from its cave. Though the season made things cold the sun warmed him up to his very core. Like a solar panel, the waves of the sun energized him to the point he was doing his daily ritual; Bath in the river, brush teeth, dry off, put on clothes, hang towel, write in journal and head off into the city.
Eagerly letting the pen talk for him about yesterday's success, The young boy placed the tattered treasure back into his tent, strapping his equipment on him before zipping his home closed and heading into the city; watch strapped on tight and gun discreetly hidden on his person while away from sight.
Exit: to Streets of Uptown Soleil
Company:: Nobody
Clothing:: In pic
Feeling:: Calm and free
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Mykronos Island --- > Streets of Uptown Soleil
Wallet:: 988¥
Items:: Compass/sundial watch, Fake I.D, Grendel P30, Prepaid cellphone |
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 9:04 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 6:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:06 pm
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Ryan Martinez Torrez
It had been early morning when He decided to wake up. Though he had the day off he still had things to do like wash his clothes and find something to eat. After having written in his journal, like he does every morning, he left his camping tent to head to the forest and clean his clothes with some old fashion soap & washing board. It wasn't that bad except for the cold water. But with a whistled tune and letting his hands take the occasional brake to warm up He soon had His three outfits clean for the week. It was slightly depressing to see his lack of clothing, and more so having to feel it in just his boxers, but times were tough and he was still adjusting to this city. It was difficult to become stable when a part always wants to keep moving and is afraid of being stuck at a dead end of life.
Whatever, Leon was going to throw all those bad vibes away just like his boxers just before he himself entered the river slight within the emerald forest to take a morning bath. With water about waist high but crisp clear and fresh, Leon enjoyed his seclusion by soaping his muscular body and splashing refreshing water over his scared up skin; Cuts, burns, wounds and stitches found randomly throughout his entire naked body. Feeling as happy as a songbird in a bird bath Leon began to whistle a tune which carried through the forest and played upon the ears of those near by.
Company:: Nobody (so he thinks)
Clothing:: Nothing at all
Feeling:: Happy and Free
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Mykronos Island
Wallet:: 988¥
Items:: Compass/sundial watch, Fake I.D, Grendel P30, Prepaid cellphone
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:37 pm
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