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doodledsuit :

Dusting the flour from his hands against his apron, Trey narrowed his eyes at the little bulb rolling precariously along the counters edge. The person who’d gifted, or was teasing him who could tell, with an easy bake oven had forgotten the include the light bulb on first delivery. How kind of them to come back a second time with the missing part, and how funny that they’d failed to leave a name again.

Holding the glass between his finger and thumb, he turned it carefully, blinking then coughing at the sudden taste of smoke in his mouth. Disgusting was the first thought on his mind; the second being the immediate realization that if he was holding in a lit cigarette. Riddle would kill me is the third thought running through his head, and he promptly dropped it, using his heel to grind it out of existence.

But that wasn’t his shoe. Or his leg for that matter. Hit with an idea of what was going on, he checked his hands, signing as he patted himself down and found a phone, glancing at the blank screen and staring back at an unfamiliar face.

“How’d this old timer get all the way up on a roof.” Glancing around, he noted no ladders either. “It’s like he’s trying to get himself killed.” Annoyed by the turn of events, but with nothing to do about it, he did what Rook had mentioned was the best thing to do if you were lost with no idea where you were. Stay put and wait for help.

Surely this guy would come to pick up his aging body.

Thank the Lord almighty -- it appeared that the teen lived in the same complex he had chosen to exercise in. Sam adjusted his -- the kids -- glasses and slid into a side alleyway. Every time he turned a corner his heart would speed up as he feared he would just walk right into his own lifeless corpse. He didn’t think the guy would be dumb enough to get down on his own, but you never knew with the youths of today.

Finally he jogged into an open area next to the building he’d been sitting on. He looked up to see his own head -- wow that was uncanny -- and shouted for him to stay put. “Ey kid!” It was very unnerving to hear his voice in, well, not his voice. “Stay where you are! I’ll be up in a minute.” Sam looked at the drainage pipe that was his ticket up there and sighed. He did a few arm and leg stretches -- it was nice not to have all his limbs make popping noises in the process -- then gripped the pipe. Now or never.

Luckily the kid had enough upper body strength to shimmy up the pipe. He was less noodle armed than he looked. Sam crawled over the side of the wall and let out a weary sigh as his feet hit the roof. That was nerve-wracking. He was all worried about this kid killing him that it only occurred to him halfway up the pipe that it went both ways.

“Jesus kid, you need to lift more. When I was your age I could’ve made that climb in half the time.”

@doodledsuit

Sam was sitting on the roof of one of the apartment buildings in Golden Ward smoking a cigarette. He needed to keep up with his exercise regime; leg day had become 'jump between buildings' day, but a little smoke break never hurt anybody. At least not until the lung cancer hit, but eh.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, he closed his eyes and opened them to see...he was holding a light bulb? Sam blinked, and pushed himself up out of the chair -- wait, he hadn't been sitting in a chair? He looked around and realized he was inside someone's apartment, apparently attempting to put together a knock off easy bake oven.

"Ah, shit." He set the lightbulb down. Sam heard there was some weird Freaky Friday stuff going on, meaning some poor sap was stuck on a roof somewhere and probably couldn't get down; there wasn't a fire escape on that building. He patted his pockets -- well, they weren't his pockets he supposed -- to make sure he had the keys to this guys apartment before setting off.

The last thing he needed was this kid to kill him trying to get down.

#doodledsuit #;empatheorem trey #;empatheorem event #bullying a teenager

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workaho1ic :

Seiichirou raises his eyebrow a little but the topic of these ‘misadventures’ is left untouched. He doesn’t have to know everything after all nor is he sure he’d want to.

He glimpses back to the painting.

“ I think they like getting under your skin like that. Reactions to something you recognize “, Seiichirou quietly muses.

The island certainly stands out even in comparison against the kingdom of Romani. Back there cities and countries naturally had their differences but here the differences between the wards made them seem like they were their own little world’s altogether.

“ Tell me about it… “ he responds as he turns back to the other.

“ You’d be right to assume that. I’ve been here since last summer. It’s not my first time in another world to mine either, so I guess I’ve adjusted pretty well.

“Not your first time? Not sure whether that makes you lucky or unlucky.” Unlucky because most people don’t want to be whisked away from their families -- lucky because at least he has some idea as to what’s going on. “I’ve already decided there’s no point in trying to figure out what’s going on. What happened happened and I just gotta suck it up and move on.”

Sam bit down too hard on the toothpick and snapped it in half. He muttered something the sisters back home would’ve been aghast to hear as he pulled the pieces out of his mouth and slipped them into his back pocket. Maybe now was the time to quit smoking.

“So what’s the secret to a peaceful life here? I’m considering you a professional in the matter. Every day it seems like there’s something crazy going on here, so am I supposed to just accept that and roll with the punches?” He didn’t like the sound of that, but he just wanted to make sure he stayed alive long enough to see Nathan again.

@workaho1ic

Sam was in the denial stage as he worked through his emotions; he wasn't sure if ending up here was better or worse than prison. At least he could walk around, he supposed. In an attempt to find something -- literally anything -- to take his mind off of his current predicament.

He found himself at the Tempus Museum after wandering through the Archimedes Ward and decided it was better than being left to his own thoughts. Besides, art was cool...sort of. Sam only gave each painting 10 seconds of attention before moving to the next one. He was chewing on a toothpick in lieu of a cigarette as he meandered through the various exhibits.

He stopped in his tracks as he found himself face to face with the massive portrait of Thomas Tew, the word THIEF still scrawled across it as he'd seen it in the Libertalia treasury. The toothpick fell out of his mouth and onto the floor as he stared at it.

"What the hell..." In his bewilderment he turned to the closest patron. "Where did all this art come from? This-- This is freaky."

#workaho1ic #;seiichirou 1 #the devil's website...........#I cannae remove the original reply it just automatically adds itself back when I save the draft so I give up 😭

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baddestdangerboy :

Badou’s mouth quirks. He sounds like he’s really embellishing his skills, there, but he shouldn’t count Badou out yet, either.

“I will!” He confirms, and though he doesn’t cowboy twirl his gun, the redhead squares his shoulders and lines up his gun to the target as best he can.

Really, all he can do is his best– he’s been protecting himself and his friends here for years, so he’s far from that little brat that popped up here once upon a time.

But this thing is rigged, so he’s not surprised when he has a few close calls and misses a few.

Sam’s eyebrow twitched every time a shot “missed” the target. Man, he knew these things were rigged, but it still pissed him off. Towards the end it seemed they were perfectly tied; he just had one Hail Mary shot if he wanted to win. The fake bullet hit the bullseye...and bounced to the right, hitting the teenage attendant in the head.

“Ah, yikes. Sorry about that.” The teen gave him a stink eye as his new friend managed to hit one more target. “Damn. You win some you lose some, I guess.” Totally could’ve taken him down at a real shooting range, but he had his doubts such a thing existed here.

“Alright kid, free snack of your choosing. Just don’t break the bank here.”

@baddestdangerboy

Sam was trying to kill time before dinner and figured the Boardwalk seemed like a decent place to hang around. When he and Nathan dipped from the orphanage, he'd taken his little brother to a similar place to distract him while he attempted to figure out their living situation.

He was feel quite nostalgic despite never having been here before; even though this was a whole different world -- at least he assume -- it seemed that shitty carnival games were the same everywhere. Sam stopped at the shooting mini game and pondered playing for a moment. There wasn't much fun in it without competition, though, so he swiveled his head around to find a worthy opponent.

A young guy was standing nearby snacking; he seemed like the only choice at the moment considering everyone else around was under the age of 12. Sam slid up next to him and offered a friendly smile.

"Can I interest you in a friendly competition?" He gestured towards the mini shooting range. "If you win I'll buy you, uh, popcorn, or something."

#baddestdangerboy #;badou 1

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workaho1ic :

For a while after the last incident in the museum Seiichirou had been avoiding the place but after time had passed he’d end up visiting anyhow. They did say it wouldn’t happen again after all. There weren’t many places that’d offer sights as well as memories in a form as vivid as here. Even if you came often it’d still make the same impression all the same.

He didn’t come so often that he’d know for sure but he bet shocked reactions like this came in multitudes.

“ Someone you know? Or something? “ Seiichirou calmly responds.

“ This museum is full of things like that…. How they get acquire them is completely beyond me. “

“It’s a painting I came across during one of my...misadventures.” Sam turned to look at it again, examining the frayed canvas. It was damaged just like back home too. “I’m not sure why you’d want this piece of work. Or I’d think they’d at least want it when it was new and didn’t have graffiti across the front.” He picked up the discarded toothpick and stuck it in his back pocket, but pulled a fresh one out of his shirt pocket.

“Hmm, guess that means they pull it from my part of the timeline then? Or something? Took it from present day -- or, I guess my present day -- instead of back when it was painted.” Sam chewed on the new toothpick pensively. “Interesting. Veeeery interesting. This place is weird. The whole thing, not just this museum.”

Sam turned to face the other and folded his arms. “So I’m assuming you’ve been here awhile since you seem unaffected by the whole bit.”

@workaho1ic

Sam was in the denial stage as he worked through his emotions; he wasn't sure if ending up here was better or worse than prison. At least he could walk around, he supposed. In an attempt to find something -- literally anything -- to take his mind off of his current predicament.

He found himself at the Tempus Museum after wandering through the Archimedes Ward and decided it was better than being left to his own thoughts. Besides, art was cool...sort of. Sam only gave each painting 10 seconds of attention before moving to the next one. He was chewing on a toothpick in lieu of a cigarette as he meandered through the various exhibits.

He stopped in his tracks as he found himself face to face with the massive portrait of Thomas Tew, the word THIEF still scrawled across it as he'd seen it in the Libertalia treasury. The toothpick fell out of his mouth and onto the floor as he stared at it.

"What the hell..." In his bewilderment he turned to the closest patron. "Where did all this art come from? This-- This is freaky."

#workaho1ic #;seiichirou 1 #praying to whatever gods are out there that this doesn't look fucked but we'll see LMAO

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baddestdangerboy :

Much as this place is a bit of a novelty and all, something to keep them happy and occupied, Badou does frequent it pretty often. The snacks are pretty good, and the people watching is the best.

“Oh, you pick on the guy with one eye, huh,” he remakes, his expression stony. After a second, he laughs, wiping his greasy fingers on a pantleg.

“What the hell, you’ll be crying when I beat you. What do I gotta do if by some Godly chance you win?”

Sam snapped his fingers and chuckled as he turned on his heel. “Eh, I’m a man of few wants.” A bold faced lie. “You can buy me some funnel cake.” That was the same approximate price as the popcorn, at any rate.

He scanned his phone to pay for both of their toy guns and grabbed it off the table. “I don’t mean to scare you buuut I’m a bit of an expert marksman back home.” He could practically hear Nathan scoffing in the background. “Although these carnival games are always rigged, so the odds are against us anyway.”

Sam twirled the gun in his hand and gestured for the attendant to hit the switch. “May the best man win!”

#baddestdangerboy #;badou 1

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@doodledsuit

Sam was sitting on the roof of one of the apartment buildings in Golden Ward smoking a cigarette. He needed to keep up with his exercise regime; leg day had become 'jump between buildings' day, but a little smoke break never hurt anybody. At least not until the lung cancer hit, but eh.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, he closed his eyes and opened them to see...he was holding a light bulb? Sam blinked, and pushed himself up out of the chair -- wait, he hadn't been sitting in a chair? He looked around and realized he was inside someone's apartment, apparently attempting to put together a knock off easy bake oven.

"Ah, shit." He set the lightbulb down. Sam heard there was some weird Freaky Friday stuff going on, meaning some poor sap was stuck on a roof somewhere and probably couldn't get down; there wasn't a fire escape on that building. He patted his pockets -- well, they weren't his pockets he supposed -- to make sure he had the keys to this guys apartment before setting off.

The last thing he needed was this kid to kill him trying to get down.

#doodlesuit #;empatheorem trey #;empatheorem event

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@workaho1ic

Sam was in the denial stage as he worked through his emotions; he wasn't sure if ending up here was better or worse than prison. At least he could walk around, he supposed. In an attempt to find something -- literally anything -- to take his mind off of his current predicament.

He found himself at the Tempus Museum after wandering through the Archimedes Ward and decided it was better than being left to his own thoughts. Besides, art was cool...sort of. Sam only gave each painting 10 seconds of attention before moving to the next one. He was chewing on a toothpick in lieu of a cigarette as he meandered through the various exhibits.

He stopped in his tracks as he found himself face to face with the massive portrait of Thomas Tew, the word THIEF still scrawled across it as he'd seen it in the Libertalia treasury. The toothpick fell out of his mouth and onto the floor as he stared at it.

"What the hell..." In his bewilderment he turned to the closest patron. "Where did all this art come from? This-- This is freaky."

#workaho1ic #;seiichirou 1 #thank you for liking!!!!!!

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@shockingheart

Mermaid Cove Mall transported him right smack dab back into the 90s. Not necessarily in regards to aesthetics, but malls were a dying breed back home and he hadn't stepped foot in one since his 20s. Although part of that was from being stuck in prison -- but hey! Why ruminate on it.

Sam examined the large signboard that listed all the stores the mall housed, but realized he didn't recognize a single name. Frankly, he couldn't really even parse out what types of stores most of them were. Ah, whatever -- the search was part of the adventure. He was hoping to locate a hiking store or something of the like to find a grappling hook.

A teenager was examining the board next to him with a discerning eye. Sam figured it was worth an ask.

"Hey, kid -- uh, nice hair -- but do you know anything about a...hiking or mountaineering store around here? A place that sells climbing gear maybe?"

#shockingheart #;jade 1 #mental eelness

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@hopeled

After hearing about the Star Trail in Archimedes Ward Sam knew he had to go explore. The thought of finding a perfect recreation of his favorite shitty diner burger was too much of an opportunity to pass up. Unfortunately for him, he was noticing that most of the food was a little more select than he'd hoped.

Man, he didn't want a nice steak or a roast chicken -- where was his grease trap, limp lettuce, barely allowed to legally be considered a food burger?! Pot roast sounded nice and all, but he wasn't looking for anything even within the realm of 'healthy'.

Everyone around him seemed too focused on their own thing so he didn't particularly want to interrupt. A young woman nearby was contemplating a menu board and seemed to be his best option. He stood next to her and folded his arms, staring at the menu board as well.

"You happen to know a place that sells burgers that could probably kill someone if they ate more than one?"

#hopeled #;ritsuka 1 #thank you for liking!

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@baddestdangerboy

Sam was trying to kill time before dinner and figured the Boardwalk seemed like a decent place to hang around. When he and Nathan dipped from the orphanage, he'd taken his little brother to a similar place to distract him while he attempted to figure out their living situation.

He was feel quite nostalgic despite never having been here before; even though this was a whole different world -- at least he assume -- it seemed that shitty carnival games were the same everywhere. Sam stopped at the shooting mini game and pondered playing for a moment. There wasn't much fun in it without competition, though, so he swiveled his head around to find a worthy opponent.

A young guy was standing nearby snacking; he seemed like the only choice at the moment considering everyone else around was under the age of 12. Sam slid up next to him and offered a friendly smile.

"Can I interest you in a friendly competition?" He gestured towards the mini shooting range. "If you win I'll buy you, uh, popcorn, or something."

#baddestdangerboy #;badou 1 #thank you for liking!!!

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hiiii I got the uncharted 4/lost legacy remaster for the ps5 and it reignited my love for all the character so! decided to bring sam back from the grave

like this post for a starter! I'll cap it at 4 for the moment

#isola rp ad #I'm posting this from germany because I'm traveling but once I get back I'll get to these asap!

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Sam Drake // Uncharted