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About Ladybug

  • Birthday 09/24/96

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  1. This just in: waiting for my easy biology lab to begin is, in fact, boring me to death. Send help.

     

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    2. Tony

      Tony

      You're a smart guy mate, you'll be just fine.

    3. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      Thanks for the vote of confidence, man. Good luck to yourself too.

    4. Major
  2. [GAME] Continue the Story

    Came and shat on everyone's day
  3. Here we go boys and girls. Let's get back into RP.

    1. Bauglir2011

      Bauglir2011

      Finally!

    2. MeenMuginLovin

      MeenMuginLovin

      yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

    3. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      Yas indeed.

  4. Mason Smith

    Mason Smith was the unexpected, unwanted child. Born to a family who already had a daughter, Mason wasn't given a kind upbringing. The brunt of the cruelty came from his father, a man who put all his pride into his princess of a daughter that he saw his son as a mistake. Mason's mother gave him her cruelty through her cowardice, never once speaking up for the boy no matter how hard his father had beat him for the simplest mistakes. His sister, she only mocked him, constantly reminding him that he was never wanted in this family. Mason did his best, he really did. Nothing ever pleased his dear old dad. Constant belittling. Beatings that would go unnoticed. All of it only made the young boy resent his family, and partially himself for never standing up to the asshole that just happened to be his father. Twenty years of physical and emotional abuse. After Mason's twentieth birthday, he got an idea. He had his own passport, from when his family had gone on trips. He really never thought something from shitty trips like that would ever come in handy, but it definitely paid off. He snuck into his dad's office one night, one of the more terrifying things he'd done, and stole the man's wallet. Next, were the car keys. Before he knew it, Mason was loading onto a plane with only the clothes on his back. He picked a random country, anything cheap enough for the cash he had. Few hours later, hello Chernarus. Mason spent a few weeks in South Zagoria before the outbreak. Despite the language barrier, he managed to find some work for a family that was in need of a young farmhand. With some odd teachings with a man speaking a language he didn't understand, Mason managed to scrape by just enough to get a place to stay with the family. However, one night it seemed that a completely new kind of hell had taken root in Mason's life. The outbreak.
  5. Me thinks it's time to bring someone back.

  6. Really need to make time to get in game again...

    1. Poppy

      Poppy

      i feel the same...   soo miscreated?

    2. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      Lol, those times were fun

       

  7. Looking forward to seeing you in game again, bud!

  8. Had a great first rp with @Bigtoe! Can't wait to continue.
  9. That feel when I still can't change my profile pic...?

    1. Hellspawnceri

      Hellspawnceri

      There should be a button next to your default picture that will allow you to change it.

    2. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      Yeah, I've changed it three times now, just hasn't taken effect I guess.

  10. James Lexton

    -WIP-
  11. This one goes out to Mason Smith.

     

    1. Hellspawnceri

      Hellspawnceri

      Don't forget about part 2. 

       

  12. Back to Ladybug.

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    2. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      @Tony When a certain @Hellspawnceri and @LeSuiken found me for the first time as a fresh faced newbie to RP, I had on a red ladybug backpack. Ever since then, I was Ladybug.

    3. Tony

      Tony

      Ahh, I get ya. History with it xD

    4. Ladybug

      Ladybug

      Yup! Just stuck ever since then. :D

  13. How to finish out the story...

    1. Bauglir2011

      Bauglir2011

      Kill him! And I know exactly how...

    2. MeenMuginLovin

      MeenMuginLovin

      Mass orgy in Kab.

  14. The Revenge of a Lost Man.

    When was he ever sane?!
  15. The Revenge of a Lost Man.

    The sun had just set against the skies of Severograd, just had rolling gray clouds streaked with flashes of white arcs rumbled closer to the silently shifting city. The infected stumbled about in a confused rush as a few stray streaks of lightning would crash into the ground, shaking the ground and nearby buildings. The rain came softly at first, but quickly gained pace as it fell down in sheets, easily drenching the wandering groups of nameless nobodies doomed to stalk the streets of the town. A man sat in one of the garages, the double red doors left open as he stared at the police station across the street. His eye would dart between various stalking figures that were briefly illuminated by the lightning in the sky. To his left sat a skull, deep valleys of scars gouged into it and a chain ran from the temple to the man's backpack. The rain grew heavier, becoming too much for the gutters of the garage to bare as water spilled over the edge of the roof making it nearly impossible to see through the door. With a hefty growl of annoyance, the man pushes himself to his feet, reaching out to the doors of the garage and pulling them closed. He grabs at his now soaked cap, pulling it from his greasy mess of hair and tossing it onto a set of shelving. With the other hand, he does the same with his face mask. The bag from his back gives a light thud against the ground as he drops it next to a small bench, the skull clattering about. The man takes a glowstick from his bag and cracks it. The white light illuminates the small enclosed space as he sets it onto the table, shortly placing his rifle on the table as well. He carefully unloads it and begins to inspect it with his light, taking out a small cloth and cleaning various areas of it. As he cleaned the man thought back over the events that had transpired over the past few weeks, a liberty he had denied himself continuously for a time now. His thoughts went to the last time he saw his Brother alive. To the night that the large group of people, The Family, had crept into the city. The night he had learned that this Family, along with another group that he'd come to know as The Renegades, had taken his brothers and sisters hostage and tortured them. Killing one of them. The one he looked to as being his best friend. The one at his side for so long. The man throws his rifle against the table, shouting out, "FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!" With each shout he slams his fist into the table, tearing and cutting open his knuckles as he began to leave drips of blood against the metal surface. He grips his fists tightly, growling and seething with that undying rage that life only ever seemed to kindle. He is broken from his reflection by metallic thudding against the garage door. The soft sounds of a lone infected drifting into his garage. The man stumbles backwards from the table, landing in a flop as he sits on his rear. He stares ahead at the table, keeping silent now as the infected continues to beat against the doors. After a time, the beast loses its interest, and walks off to anything else in the town that might prove to satisfy its hunger. "Well, ain't that a fucking kick in the head... Sheppy?" An all too familiar voice calls out from the recesses of Shepard's mind. The aged man grabs at the side of his skull, quietly hissing under his breath, "Fuck. Off." "Is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" The voice chuckles out from all around him now, becoming more vivid. "I figured with all the change, you'd at least be... somewhat reassured to know I was still kickin' 'bout in that noggin'a your's." Shepard could picture the sickening grin across Carmichael's lips now, just mocking him in every sense. "Now. You're still doin' the whole... PISSED OFF gig, clearly, but at what? The Father? The Family? The Renegades? What is it that's still pissin' ol' Sheppy off?" The voice stops, as if awaiting a response that Shepard would not give. "Ooor... is it a lot simpler than that?" "Fuck off. Not in the mood for this shit," Shepard growls, clenching his teeth. He takes a roll a bandages from his jacket, wrapping them around his knuckles. "C'mon. Y'know it doesn't work like that, ya old fart," The voice chuckles again, "But I think I get it now... You're pissed off at yourself. Ain't ya?" Shepard clenches his eye closed tight as he tightens the bandages around his hand a bit too much. A low growl rumbles from his chest. "Oh, grow the fuck up, Sheppy. You're a fuck up, now act like it. You didn't save Laura. You didn't save the girl from the slavers. You didn't save good ol' Duncan. You're not meant to save things. You're meant to watch them burn, or burn them yourself," Carmichael continues, prattling on. Shepard launches to his feet, suddenly coming face to face with the man himself. He reaches out, grabbing Carmichael by the throat, "Don't you fuckin' start you limp-dick excuse for a fuckin' ghost." Carmichael gives Shepard a smile, slowly raising his hands to show he doesn't intend to try anything. He gives Shepard a friendly look, but seems caught off guard, "Damn. That one hurt, ya know?" Shepard pushes Carmichael forward, into the table. "I don't think you have ever snapped at me like that. I am proud of ya, Sheppy." "You're just in my fuckin' head," Shepard growls, pushing past Carmichael and going back to his rifle. He pulls the bolt back again, inspecting the inside. "You're not fuckin' real." Carmichael lets out a defeated sigh, leaning up against the table, "Buddy, that's where you're wrong again, my friend. You and I, we're the same now." He prods Shepard in the shoulder and then himself in the chest, "With me, you are better. You're stronger, and just a tad bit more... devious, I might add. By the way, sending that Steven kid to The Family? I'm taking credit for that shit." Shepard lightly slams his tools and the rifle on the table out of annoyance, "What the fuck do you want, Carmichael?! I'm trying to-" "Think?" Carmichael finishes with a sly grin. "Fuck-" "You... or me in this case." Shepard slowly turns to glare at Carmichael, gripping the edge of the table with his uninjured hand in silent fury. Carmichael chuckles to himself, crossing his arms, "You need to realize we are the same, Shepard. Whether you like it or not. We are two side of the same coin, at this point. You, the fury and rage; and me, the thinker and the cruelty. You don't gain anything by shutting this lil' side of your brain-y bits out anymore. Not without Duncan." "Do not bring him up," Shepard growls. Carmichael raises his hands again, then crosses them with a sigh, "Of course. Of course." Shepard goes back to cleaning the rifle, growling and muttering to himself. Carmichael paces throughout the garage bay, whistling. After a few minutes of this, Shepard turns back to Carmichael with a growl, "Ya know? I think I liked you better when you were just tryn'a piss me off and get myself killed by a horde of biters." "Oh. Yeah. That got boring... also not very healthy for me since I am in your head an' all." "Then what the fuck do you want?" "To be put to fucking use, Sheppy! I am bored! A whole part of you, just waiting to cause some mayhem!" "Fuck that shit," Shepard growls. Carmichael's shoulders slump, "Aw, c'mon. What do you have to lose now... A family?" Shepard's reaction is swift and sudden as he pulls the machete from the side of his bag and slams it through where Carmichael just was, into the wooden part of the shelving behind him. His anger causes him to tremble and growl as Carmichael's laughter can be heard growing ever fainter. Shepard pries the blade from the shelf, and tosses it to the cold concrete floor. He slumps against a wall, pulling a flask from his jacket and going to drink from it. When the alcohol does not meet his lips, he growls in disgust and tosses the flask across the garage. The heavy drum of the rain continues on well into the next morning, and well past Shepard's eventual drift into sleep.
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