OOC: Obligatory Smacking Post
So, here it is. The place where you tell me what I'm doing wrong, or what I'm doing right, if you're so inclined.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
never thought I'd be on a boat! [RL on teh GHOSTSHEEP]
[See Ed. See Ed on a boat. See Ed on a boat that is haunted. See Ed on a boat that is haunted, but completely unfazed by any and all ghosts that she encounters. Instead, she's running around the decks full-tilt, waving her arms around in the air like a madwoman, shrieking with laughter as she yells happily:]
BOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAT! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAT! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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[Edward has received a package.
After inspecting it from every single angle possible, staring at it for an hour, and possibly attempting experimentation on it, she's opened it.
Inside are a pair of goggles, green lenses, possibly electronic in some way, but that doesn't really matter, because without any computers, THE GOGGLES. THEY DO NOTHING. But that's okay. Ed's got her goggles back. And that's all that matters.
When she sees them, she screeches in a particularly happy/joyful/mildly annoying way and immediately puts them over her eyes and pretends to be a plane in her front yard, complete with outstretched arms and sound effects.
She may actually be running all the way up and down the street.
Those goggles aren't likely to be coming off any time soon. :) ]
After inspecting it from every single angle possible, staring at it for an hour, and possibly attempting experimentation on it, she's opened it.
Inside are a pair of goggles, green lenses, possibly electronic in some way, but that doesn't really matter, because without any computers, THE GOGGLES. THEY DO NOTHING. But that's okay. Ed's got her goggles back. And that's all that matters.
When she sees them, she screeches in a particularly happy/joyful/mildly annoying way and immediately puts them over her eyes and pretends to be a plane in her front yard, complete with outstretched arms and sound effects.
She may actually be running all the way up and down the street.
Those goggles aren't likely to be coming off any time soon. :) ]
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009
[Seems like Ed really likes that chalk she's got. This time, out on Beulah street, and actually on the road itself, Ed's written in very large letters:
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES!
The words are inexplicably surrounded by cartoon animals, hearts, and flowers.
Ed is standing on the sidewalk, admiring her handiwork.]
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES!
The words are inexplicably surrounded by cartoon animals, hearts, and flowers.
Ed is standing on the sidewalk, admiring her handiwork.]
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008
[Distractions? Ed can do distractions. She's been scribbling random crap all over the place using a pile of chalk she stole from the school. Stuff like... "They're Always Watching" and "The Aliens Know the Secrets" as well as "Free Socks at the Grocery Store!"
...there's no real rhyme or reason about them. She just keeps writing. Feverishly.
Occasionally, if a drone gets in her way, she starts writing on the drone.
Don't question her. She knows what she's doing, even if no one else does.]
...there's no real rhyme or reason about them. She just keeps writing. Feverishly.
Occasionally, if a drone gets in her way, she starts writing on the drone.
Don't question her. She knows what she's doing, even if no one else does.]
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007 [Action!]
[Ed's out on the sidewalk in front of her house, 951 Beulah Street, and is drawing on the cement with chalk that she probably swiped from the school.
It's hard to tell what she's drawing. There's swirls, and odd geometric shapes, as well as what could probably pass as cartoon animals. There's also, off to the side, one giant math equation of some sort that just ends in "=". No solution. Either she got bored before she even started solving it or she's waiting for someone else to do it. Right now she's busy drawing an elephant.
Oh, and just for reference, she's as sane as... well, as sane as she usually is. She just felt like drawing on the sidewalk.
If you step on any of her "art" she might get a little snippy.]
It's hard to tell what she's drawing. There's swirls, and odd geometric shapes, as well as what could probably pass as cartoon animals. There's also, off to the side, one giant math equation of some sort that just ends in "=". No solution. Either she got bored before she even started solving it or she's waiting for someone else to do it. Right now she's busy drawing an elephant.
Oh, and just for reference, she's as sane as... well, as sane as she usually is. She just felt like drawing on the sidewalk.
If you step on any of her "art" she might get a little snippy.]
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[Ed is absolutely sprawled over her bed, sleeping like... a cat. Or a dog. Or some sort of small furry creature that sprawls when it sleeps. In any case, she looks rather peaceful.
...until she wakes up and bolts upright in bed. Her outstretched arm knocks the phone off its base. She looks over at the clock, then at the calendar on the wall. She squints. Her eyes get very large. Her mouth gapes open.]
HOW LONG WAS ED ASLEEP?
...until she wakes up and bolts upright in bed. Her outstretched arm knocks the phone off its base. She looks over at the clock, then at the calendar on the wall. She squints. Her eyes get very large. Her mouth gapes open.]
HOW LONG WAS ED ASLEEP?
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005
[Because crazy!England got to her, too (or did she get to him?), Edward is now wandering down Nelson street. Bleeding.
Kind of a lot.
'Cause. You know. Glass does that to you.
She's not really an expert at taking care of injuries, but she's attempted to tie them up somehow.
It didn't really work. She's getting woozy from blood loss.
Someone help?]
((OOC: I know I just posted. But. Reference.))
Kind of a lot.
'Cause. You know. Glass does that to you.
She's not really an expert at taking care of injuries, but she's attempted to tie them up somehow.
It didn't really work. She's getting woozy from blood loss.
Someone help?]
((OOC: I know I just posted. But. Reference.))
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004
[See Ed.
See Ed in her room, sitting on her bed.
See Ed looking a little nervous.
She picks up the phone.]
They're... they're all weird. The... not-mom... Shino. She's... and the not-brother.
They're different.
Why are they different?
((OOC: Have an Ed in a house full of drones, and not really sure what to do about it. It's freaking her out, man.))
See Ed in her room, sitting on her bed.
See Ed looking a little nervous.
She picks up the phone.]
They're... they're all weird. The... not-mom... Shino. She's... and the not-brother.
They're different.
Why are they different?
((OOC: Have an Ed in a house full of drones, and not really sure what to do about it. It's freaking her out, man.))
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003
[Ed is sitting outside, staring at a package resting in her lap. It's got her name on it. After examining it from every possible angle, she rips it open, absolutely destroying the box in the process.
Inside is just a simple white t-shirt and a ragged pair of baggy jeans. Not particularly spectacular, but Ed looks so excited about it. She jumps up with them in her arms and starts dancing around, squealing incomprehensibly before breaking out into a little nonsense song...]
Stupid dress is going gone
stupid dress is going gone
stupid dress is going gone
awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
ED'S GOT HER CLOTHES BAAAAAAAAAACK!
[And with that triumphant bellow, she dashes into the house to change. Because she absolutely hates the dress Mayfield made her wear, and she is so glad to be wearing her old clothes again. WOOT WOOT.]
Inside is just a simple white t-shirt and a ragged pair of baggy jeans. Not particularly spectacular, but Ed looks so excited about it. She jumps up with them in her arms and starts dancing around, squealing incomprehensibly before breaking out into a little nonsense song...]
Stupid dress is going gone
stupid dress is going gone
stupid dress is going gone
awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
ED'S GOT HER CLOTHES BAAAAAAAAAACK!
[And with that triumphant bellow, she dashes into the house to change. Because she absolutely hates the dress Mayfield made her wear, and she is so glad to be wearing her old clothes again. WOOT WOOT.]
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002
[Edward has ducked back inside after being outside for longer than she should have been.
Ow.]
The rain hurts.
Ow.]
The rain hurts.
OOC: CHARACTER INFO
Okay so since I'm playing Ed post-series, she's AU. So I'm posting my app here so people can read if they want, and see the slight differences in how I play her and what she's like in the series.
( Cut for wall of text. )
Questions and comments are welcome here!
( Cut for wall of text. )
Questions and comments are welcome here!
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001
[Here we see Edward sleeping peacefully in her new bed in her new home at 951 Beulah Street. As morning dawns, she wakes up, and yawns, very cat-like, stretching and wriggling around in her bed. It's at this point she reaches out and knocks the phone on her bedside table off the hook.
At first, she doesn't notice that she's in a completely new place.
Then, she starts to notice. But she takes a while to wake up, so it doesn't really compute.
And finally it hits her. She sits up quickly, looks around, and GASPS.]
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
[She leaps out of bed and notices that she's actually wearing a nightgown, which confuses her further.]
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?
[Ed just starts looking around the room, under the bed, in every nook and cranny she can find, opening drawers, shuffling through clothes and generally making a mess of things as she looks around. It looks like she's looking for something in particular, but she's not, really, she's just looking.]
WHERE IS EDWARD? WHAT IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOOON?
At first, she doesn't notice that she's in a completely new place.
Then, she starts to notice. But she takes a while to wake up, so it doesn't really compute.
And finally it hits her. She sits up quickly, looks around, and GASPS.]
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
[She leaps out of bed and notices that she's actually wearing a nightgown, which confuses her further.]
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?
[Ed just starts looking around the room, under the bed, in every nook and cranny she can find, opening drawers, shuffling through clothes and generally making a mess of things as she looks around. It looks like she's looking for something in particular, but she's not, really, she's just looking.]
WHERE IS EDWARD? WHAT IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOOON?
Comments, Questions, Concrit
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Thanks!
Thanks!
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031
[Following this exchange, there seems to be a sort of flyer fluttering all over the place on the second level.
Pick one up and you'll see a picture of a hand, badly scarred, and the words "Play With Fire And You'll Get Burned."
It isn't entirely clear whose hand it is, who the flyers are intended for, or why they're even there, but there they are, just the same.
Take that, Mello.]
Pick one up and you'll see a picture of a hand, badly scarred, and the words "Play With Fire And You'll Get Burned."
It isn't entirely clear whose hand it is, who the flyers are intended for, or why they're even there, but there they are, just the same.
Take that, Mello.]
030
[Ed's just kind of wandering around, looking for something to do. She's alternately skipping, rolling, cartwheeling, flipping, climbing, crawling, and running down various streets, up and over benches and parked cars, in and out of trees, and inside and outside of buildings, pretty much entirely at random.
Yeah, she's bored. Go bother her, she's on the second level. Right now she's up a tree, singing a song.]
Flyyyying high
up iiiiiin the sky
the biiiiirdies try
but byyyy and byyyyyy
up and down and over and under
and through and in and out and far
and near and beyond and beyond
and beyoooooond
birdies up and over
yesterday and todaaaaaay
[No, it doesn't really mean anything, and it isn't really supposed to.]
Yeah, she's bored. Go bother her, she's on the second level. Right now she's up a tree, singing a song.]
Flyyyying high
up iiiiiin the sky
the biiiiirdies try
but byyyy and byyyyyy
up and down and over and under
and through and in and out and far
and near and beyond and beyond
and beyoooooond
birdies up and over
yesterday and todaaaaaay
[No, it doesn't really mean anything, and it isn't really supposed to.]
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029
[Okay so yeah this post is a little late but Edward is SO FREAKING HYPER from all that extra energy she is LITERALLY bouncing around the second level just going WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAY CARTWHEEL CLIMBING TREES AND RUNNING AROUND THIS IS SO AWESOME WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO she doesn't care that the power's out, nah, everything's all good because YEEHAW THIS IS AWESOME.]
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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028
[Edward has obtained one (1) chessboard, complete with chess pieces. She's got them set up, and is sitting behind the white pieces. She's made a move, and just waits. She's very obviously second level, and it's rather clear she's silently inviting anyone who wants to play chess with her.
...but be warned, Edward is one hell of a chess player.]
((OOC: Chess time with Edward! Since I personally am terrible at chess, I propose the following: we pre-determine the winner, and then just hold the conversation or whatever, we don't have to document the moves. Or, if your character doesn't like chess, feel free to suggest another game or just have a conversation!))
...but be warned, Edward is one hell of a chess player.]
((OOC: Chess time with Edward! Since I personally am terrible at chess, I propose the following: we pre-determine the winner, and then just hold the conversation or whatever, we don't have to document the moves. Or, if your character doesn't like chess, feel free to suggest another game or just have a conversation!))
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027
[Is sitting in a large empty room somewhere with about fifty flashlights and various objects that seem to have absolutely no correlation whatsoever.
Ed is currently tinkering with one of the flashlights. What is she doing? I don't know, why don't you ask her and find out?]
Ed is currently tinkering with one of the flashlights. What is she doing? I don't know, why don't you ask her and find out?]
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026
[Ed's sitting on top of a building. Yes it's cold. She doesn't seem to notice. Or care.
She scratches her back. Right in between the shoulderblades. It's itchy, and has been since the maze, but she hasn't gotten the chance to look.
And besides, she's got other things on her mind.
Sniff.
What?
No, she's not crying.
...well only a little.]
((OOC: Sirius is gone, which makes Ed sad.))
She scratches her back. Right in between the shoulderblades. It's itchy, and has been since the maze, but she hasn't gotten the chance to look.
And besides, she's got other things on her mind.
Sniff.
What?
No, she's not crying.
...well only a little.]
((OOC: Sirius is gone, which makes Ed sad.))