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Colony 22 Picrew Transformations:  ➺ Delma pt 1: Civillians

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Caelan “Kip” Whitmer | Twenty Three;  Survivor

House: Delma Security Class: 3 Status: Infected - Empatheia

History

Smart, reserved, and somewhat of a loner due to his preference for video games and weekends with ice cream and hoodies, over young people and socializing, Caelan kept mostly out of trouble. He also kept mostly off the radar of the majority of his grade, because he didn’t go out of his way to make friends at school, and they didn’t go out of their way to know him. He spent as little time on school grounds as possible, slipping into his desk just before the bell rang, and being virtually out the door the instant the final one went at three.

He spent most of his time with his best friend, Louis, who he grew up with but ended up going to a different high school, when Caelan’s parents decided to put him in a program for more advanced learners. Louis, who was at best, an overwhelmingly average student, went to the school across town.

Caelan ended up skipping eighth grade, (his second jump, as he’d skipped fourth grade as well) which only served to further separate him from his peers, because the kids his age weren’t that interested in talking to the brainy kid who ‘probably thought he was better than them’ and the older kids’ perception of him wasn’t much better. His parents told him that they probably just felt threatened by someone who was younger and doing better in the school work than they were, but Caelan was pretty sure they were just trying not to trip over him. He was still only about 5'3 at the time, and they were all fucking trees who played basketball. Which he ultimately resented because basketball was just about the only sport he was ever interested in, but he’d always been too short to play.

To be honest, Caelan wasn’t even convinced he was that smart. He still hated history, and had to work to remember all those stupid dates and names and titles, and he was pretty sure the only thing different about him was that he fucking tried. Maybe because he cared. But he wasn’t even sure he cared that much, to be honest. It was more to do with boredom.

But what he was good at, was computers. By the age of fourteen he could troubleshoot most of his father’s office technical problems, and had removed viruses from his mother’s laptop at least a dozen times. Even his adopted sister had begged him to ‘jail break’ her phone, which he did, even though she was ten and he was ninety percent sure she didn’t even know what ‘jail break’ meant.

His spare time usually involved one of three things: playing video games, shooting hoops with Louis in his driveway, and creating phone apps. Because he’d realized, by the time he was in Junior year, that between his technical understanding and Louis’ creativity, they were something of a dream team. And that, in an essence, became their goal. They would graduate high school, and figure out how to start their own business making games and apps and selling them to big companies—hopefully one day get hired on by EB Games or something.

As Caelan got older, he became less shy, (which he still attributes to his long-awaited growth spurt that caught him up to the rest of the guys in his grade) but not necessarily any more social. He did speak up more in class, though it was frequently drawling and sarcastic, and had the class chuckling and wondering when the brainy dweeb had gotten funny.

But at the very end of his twelfth grade, shortly before graduation, he was expelled for sleeping with his Chemistry T.A.

Of course, the news came as a shock to his family, because to their knowledge Caelan had never been a reckless type, but the older he got, the more bored he became—with school, with homework, with the general curriculum—and he discovered that sex was a brilliant alternative to monotony.

After that, three things happened that ultimately changed Caelan’s life. The first, was that in first year university at UofT, he was awarded a one year internship with EB Games in game creation, which would take London, Ontario born Caelan, on his first cross Atlantic trip to London, England.

The second thing that happened, was two weeks into his internship, and while he was having the time of his life in the UK, Louis died suddenly. They later found out it was due to a brain tumor, which was even more devastating to his family, as he’d been complaining about headaches but everyone had assumed it’d been thanks to the amount of time he spent in front of a computer screen.

The third, was after Caelan returned to England from Louis’ funeral, he was fired. Something had surfaced about the reason behind his expulsion from his first high school, and apparently his manager was an intolerant jackass.

Caelan was lost. Alone in a foreign country, his closest friend in the world dead, he struggled to find his centre. Wrecked, he couldn’t bring himself to tell his parents about what had happened right away, but he knew his money would only last him so long. He still hadn’t told them when he went back to the office a week later to pick up his last paycheck and to clear out what was left of his things. He wondered how long he could last eating pot noodles and hot dogs.

Soon though, money became a non-issue.

Kip Today

Caelan became Kip after D-Day. It’d been a nickname Louis had had for him, and even his mother had called him when he was a kid, and when the blinking strangers who would later become his first clan asked him, the name had just popped out. Apparently he’d been through too much to ever go back to his old name properly. Maybe he was trying to leave the pain behind.

To this day, he’s certain it hadn’t worked.

He knows, because he’s angrier than he ever used to be. More volatile and violent. Developing his infection certainly hadn’t helped either. He’d had enough of his own issues to deal with, before having to worry about everyone else’s. But now he’s trying to outrun demons above and beyond his own, and he’d lashed out against clan members more than once. Then, once he was taken in at Colony 4, at authority members also, which turned out to be considerably worse. In fact, that’s what had him shipped off here with one of the transfers just days before the turn over of the New Wave. He’d gotten in one too many brawls and Col4 Officials had grown tired of dealing with his emotional instability.

He arrived at Colony 22 only a few days before the Reformists did, and so he was still brand new when everything turned on its head, and he still has a lot of catching up to do. He doesn’t know much about how this place runs, compared to the last, but what he does know, is that the Reformist Elites are dicks.

In some ways, Kip is both very similar to how he used to be, and very different. On the exterior, he’s confident, sassy, and mischievous, with a sarcastic tongue and a great sense of comedic timing. He gets along alright with others most of the time, but he remains somewhat guarded and his swaggering shell is what protects the part of him that’s fragile. He’s much better in social situations than he used to be, but he still recharges most effectively when he’s on his own, or playing ancient video games in the lounge with a friend, as he’s more himself one on one than he is in groups.

TAKEN

RELATED BIOS: SIOBHAN ‘VON’ WHITMER

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OUTCOME - CYCLE 7, ROUND 2

ACTION CHOSEN: [STRATAGEM]

The chances of intercepting the chase from here are slim; but if Brink gets the Delmas keys, it’s not necessarily game over, right? So CAELAN takes off running through the trees, keeping a close eye on ELLY’s pursuer, ORSON HURST, all the while trying to circle around and catch them further ahead. Sure enough, Elly goes down and ORSON grabs the keys off her back. There’s a split second of confusion as Orson tries to figure out what to do with them——these still won’t add up to 9 keys for Brink... but should he take them to the docks just in case? Or protect them close by and take cover somewhere? That split second is all Kip needs. He gets close enough to throw an InertiaShell and keeps running in to attack. Holding his breath, Kip bolts in, swipes the keys right out of Orson’s loose (gloved) fist, and swoops out just as quickly, heading for the docks himself. It’s now or never—and who knows, maybe Torren has hit other roadblocks? Maybe there’s still time… 

POINTS EARNED: [100]

This concludes ROUND 2. Thank you to DELMA Representative, CAELAN WHITMER!

UP NEXT: ROUND 2 - BRINK - DANTE CARRINGTON

[kip-whitmer]

time stands still | kip & mitch

@mitch--douglas​:

C. WHITMER​:

[He really did hate the Infection testing. It was always exhausting and often upsetting. It tends to leave Kip in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but this time he’d not actually gotten as far as the rest of his day. They’d taken some blood at the start, and then subjected him to the usual onslaught of emotionally draining experimentation, and then they’d taken another vial of blood after because they wanted to see if any differences came about before and after extensive use of an Infection.

Well, that was super fucking dope for their scientists and everything, but Kip’s never had the hardiest constitution and when he’d gotten up to leave he’d gotten woozy. He’d not fallen over, just wobbled a bit, and his vision had gone dark for a second. He was fine, but they’d insisted he go to the infirmary anyway. His comment that it was really nice of them to start caring about his wellbeing now didn’t go over too well.

The nurse poked and prodded a little, and concluded Kip would probably be fine but he should stay in for observation for an hour or so just to let him build up his strength. If he’d known he’d be subjected to this extended bullshit he’d have brought a book, but as it is he’s got nothing to amuse him, and he’s bored. He’s got a cup of diluting juice (apparently the sugar will help, like he got attacked by a dementor and not a mad scientist), and is idly considering throwing it across the room just to make something happen. He sighs, blowing out his lips, and wriggles against the pillows on the bed he’d been instructed to recline on.] 

What’re you in for? [He turns to the person beside him, expectant. He wants to be entertained.] 

Bed rest, plenty of clear liquids, plain foods, okay. [[ Mitch repeats back what the nurse told him with a nod, tapping the instructions into his PDD to send off to Shiloh’s mother. ]] Really hoping it’s just something she ate. Thanks, Naila. [[ He smiles and gives her arm a friendly pat, then turns when he hears another voice.

Caelan gets a smile that fades into muted concern, once Mitch gets a better look at the pallor of his skin. ]] Not me, thankfully. Just escorting a twelve-year-old with, mm. [[ He considers how best to put this, when Caelan’s already looking a little green around the gills. ]] Some stomach upset.

What are you in for? [[ Mitch can hazard a guess; he’s seen that same shade on some of his trainees after testing. Or in the mirror, honestly. He may not know Caelan particularly well, but there’s an inevitable protectiveness Mitch holds towards any of the infected — especially younger. ]]

[Mitch is one of the few Elites that Kip actually kind of trusts. Not because they’ve ever had much to do with one another, but because he’s a math teacher and Kip has a sort of instinct towards mathematical minds. It helps that the guy reminds him of his dad -- he probably reminds everyone of their dad.

Like, if Kip had arrived a few years earlier when puberty was still wreaking havoc on him, Mitch would have been the one Kip went to with questions and concerns about his squeaky voice or unsettling bodily changes. As it is, Kip is just too old to have really needed Mitch in any way, so he just sort of appreciates him from a distance. Anti-authoritarian as he tends to be, Kip isn’t really interested in antagonising people like Mitch. He’s not an ‘authority figure’, as such, he really does seem to just be a guy that wants to help people out.] 

You mean they got the shits? [Kip supplies helpfully, with an amused glint in his eye. Mitch’s tact was unnecessary but funny.] Hope cholera’s not making a comeback, I didn’t have that on my post-apocalyptic problems bingo card. I’m fine, just... got dizzy. You know how bloodthirsty those lab techs are.

[He shrugs it off, because Kip hates being seen as weak. Being young, and small, and baby-faced, means he seems to get infantilised a lot and he really resents people going ga-ga just because he got a little woozy. Like, the world ended, everyone’s dead, life blows. What’s a little dizzy spell here or there? Grow up.]

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the consequence of yeses | kiplex {backdated}

@kip-whitmer

It was one of those things; one of those things he wasn’t so much trying not to overthink, but something he was trying not to think about at all. Because he felt almost sure that if he did, the foundation of the last several hours, the wafer thin conciliation on which he now precariously stood, would most certainly fall apart. Like day old coffee cake, it would crumble under his fingertips and rather than indulging himself in something that may leave him feeling sated, perhaps even happy, he’d be reminded all too vividly of the unnerving power of his touch. How one wrong move, good intentions be damned, could be something—or someone’s—undoing. He was acutely aware he could live to regret he’d ever let himself touch Caelan Whitmer at all. 

He tried to remind himself that he did not necessarily believe he was that significant a figure in the young Delma’s life—Caelan did not strike him quite as vulnerable, quite as breakable as Chance had been, which was perhaps the reason Alex was allowing himself to go through with this at all. Sure, Kip wanted Alex now, lusted after him now, but he would recover easily if things went awry. Even if they didn’t, Alex suspected Caelan would move on eventually on his own, either when he got bored or when he found something or someone new. He was a good kid, but it was clear he didn’t need Alex as Chance had come to need him. At least at this stage, he simply wanted Alex, and there was a significant difference. 

And this, arguably, should have made the whole thing much easier. This should have been a comfort, to Alex—and in some ways, it was. In some ways, it seriously simplified what had happened in Alex’s office today, and what was apparently on the horizon to happen tonight. For someone so young, Caelan had had some decent insight—maybe he was right. Maybe Alex did need to learn to take himself a little less seriously. Maybe he was being unfair to himself, even a bit of a hypocrite, for holding back as much as he was, suffocating parts of himself that someone—at some point, for some reason—had deemed inappropriate or wrong or misguided. 

But then again, had this been of his own doing, only, and no one else’s? Was it truly the judgement of others he was afraid of, or his own? 

Kip seemed to think it was the latter. He’d even, somewhat brazenly, alluded to it this afternoon. Alex had to admit he admired his gall, if nothing else. 

Though, there were a number of things he admired about Caelan, weren’t there? A number of reasons things had finally escalated to where things stood between them now, and it wasn’t just a product of Caelan’s sheer willfulness and refusal to take no for an answer. Because Kip had been more than just persistent—he’d been patient, obedient, curious, tenacious—he’d walked a line between pushing and submitting. He’d taken his time, but he’d never simply coasted either. He’d been mindful, he’d listened, he’d learned and adapted and... even challenged Alex in a way the trainer hadn’t been expecting. But he’d never intentionally stepped out of line. And when he’d toed it here and there, he’d responded well under Alex’s stern correction. 

Yes, he’d proved himself in more ways than one. Which had been the argument he’d indirectly presented to Alex in order to get things to go his way a few short hours ago—and tonight. Almost diplomatic. Sensible. Haven’t I done what you’ve asked? Haven’t I evolved, haven’t I been a good boy?

But Alex realized, when he thought on it (which he was staunchly trying not to do) that his concerns had evolved some, too. While his original ones remained, nagging and relentless, regardless of how often Alex tried to coax himself out of it, there was something else now, something somehow worse, because it meant surrendering to a kind of vulnerability he’d not allowed himself in a long time.

The truth was he cared about Caelan. Cared about his well-being, his training, his growth. He cared about being someone the boy could rely on, someone who provided Kip some steady support, some reliability so he clearly needed. Caelan didn’t need Alex the way Chance had needed him, not yet, in any case—but what that would mean if Alex came to need Caelan? If he already had?

But thinking these things, allowing himself to dwell on any of these things, would make the entire thing unravel, he was sure of it, and somehow he’d managed to convince himself that he was determinately avoiding thinking about it for Caelan’s sake, not for his own. He couldn’t cancel on Caelan again—couldn’t lead him on only to change his mind, and leave Kip questioning what he’d done wrong. Because Kip had been good, and he had been patient, and should Alex change his mind, he didn’t like the precedent that would set of him not being a man of his word. Wouldn’t it be selfish, to back down now? It would definitely damage the trust they’d built between them, and Caelan didn’t deserve to be pushed away so coldly after Alex had hung so many yeses in front of his nose. It would have been unnecessarily cruel, irresponsible even. 

(Perhaps even more irresponsible than going through with it? Or was he being a fool? Fooling himself, placating, justifying, excusing.) 

No, Alex had made his bed—figuratively speaking. Whether it was the right choice or not, he’d given in to the desire Caelan had doggedly worked from him and it was too late to go back. Besides, Alex did want this, he did want Caelan, so whether this was the smart decision or not, it was the one he had made so it was the one of which he’d face the consequence, when the time came. It was the much lesser evil of betraying Caelan’s trust. In any case, it wasn’t as though they’d not discussed Alex’s concerns, and at length. If problems arose, at least neither could claim to have been totally blindsided. 

Come by around half an hour after tuck in, it should have quieted by then. When you get to Calyset, send me a message here and I’ll buzz you into the common room, then to the Suites, respectively. My room has my name on it. 

After sending Caelan the message, he sighs, and steps out to take a quick shower. 

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THE COLONY; a literate original roleplay

THE SURVIVORS

Adeline Cadogan | Uninfected; Chloe Grace Moretz FC Alois Van Asch | Increased Hearing; Baptiste Radufe FC Annie Perrault | Deluded; Crystal Reed FC Ashley “Ash” Bisbee | Deluded; Dave Franco FC August Adelson | Telekinesis; Samira Wiley FC Austin Kelsey | Uninfected; Dev Patel FC Axel Bohr | Praeteria; Jai Courtney FC Bennett Adrien Jackson | Telekinesis; Jay Baruchel FC Caelan “Kip” Whitmer | Empatheia; Tarjei Sandvik Moe FC Cody Moon | Uninfected; Nam Joo Hyuk FC Cosima Nasmath | Telekinesis; Kat Graham FC Cressida Jago | Telekinesis; Chloe Bennet FC Draco Pavlović | Telekinesis; Alex Pettyfer FC Ethan Kerr | Uninfected; Olly Alexander FC Fleet Michaels | Increased Vision and Hearing; Hong Jong-Hyun FC Fletcher Dahl | Uninfected; Keiynan Lonsdale FC Issoria Feinberg | Telepathy; Josefine Frida Pettersen FC Jelka Dreher | Praeteria; Scarlett Johansson FC Johnathan Jackson Shaw | Uninfected; Chris Evans FC Jouko Kyung | Telepathy; John Cho FC Kevin Tsai | Uninfected; Godfrey Gao FC Killian Weaver | Telepathy; Jack Falahee FC Kit “Trig” Balker | Increased Senses; Colin Ford FC Koda Payne | Telepathy; Jamie Campbell-Bower FC Kostya Vladislav | Telepathy; Yuri Pleskun FC Kyra Zabala | Empatheia; Troian Bellisario FC Lissy McCall | Uninfected; AnnaSophia Robb FC Maddox Xiao | Telepathy; Christopher Larkin FC Madison Vega | Deluded; Lindsey Morgan FC Maisie Pace | Telekinesis; Natalia Dyer FC Marcel “Hamlet” Gusterson | Deluded; Aaron Tveit FC Michael “Bones” Sikes | Telepathy; Rick Genest FC Minka Vane | Telekinesis; Paulina Singer FC Mira Sigar | Deluded; Katherine McNamara FC Petra Starr | Uninfected; Kiersey Clemons FC Reagan “Emery” Gladstone | Empatheia; Cillian Murphy FC Rhea Zaveri | Uninfected; Emeraude Toubia FC Stacey Ricks | Uninfected; Zayn Malik FC Tate Rothchild | Uninfected; Janelle Monae FC

THE ELITE

Abner Rhodes | Uninfected; JR Bourne FC Cambie Andrews | Uninfected; Meghan Markle FC Cameron Lietz | Telepathy; Michiel Huisman FC Cooper Erikson | Telekinesis; Jesse Eisenberg FC Curtis Cuthbert | Uninfected; Robert Downey Jr. FC Emmett Briers | Uninfected; Nico Tortorella FC Gaius Fitrei | Uninfected; Idris Elba FC Honor Bradley | Telekinesis; Hannah John-Kamen FC Ireland Krii | Uninfected; Nicholas Hoult FC Jackson Rocco | Uninfected; Woody Harrelson FC Kyffin Jones | Uninfected; Jensen Ackles FC Mathias Witte | Uninfected; Nikolaj Coster Waldau FC Mei Zhu Fitrei | Uninfected; Fan Bingbing FC Mitch “Dougie” Douglas | Telekinesis; Mark Ruffalo FC Perry Griffiths | Praeteria; Johnny Depp FC Rina Jago | Uninfected; Lucy Liu FC Samuel Andrews | Uninfected; Daniel Craig FC Wren Phillips | Uninfected; Julian Morris FC

NEW WAVE REFORMISTS

Lorelei Larsen | Uninfected; Sarah Gadon FC Narcissa Shor | Telepathy; Tatiana Maslany FC Nouka Fang | Uninfected; Rosa Salazar FC Suki Yamaguchi | Uninfected; Hayley Kiyoko FC

HOME | PLOT | SURVIVORS | INFECTIONS | 2157 was the end of the world.

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OFFICE PARTY AU / ALEX & KIP

Kip knew the guy would be drinking water, because that was all he’d drunk that night. It stood out, in part because all the other cops that had come to the 39th precinct’s Christmas party seemed intent on getting wasted, and in part because he was, frankly, very attractive. For the most part Kip followed a ‘don’t shit where you eat’ rule. He needed this job, because that unpaid internship wasn’t paying the bills. The last thing he needed was any trouble with any customers. So he wasn’t really planning on doing anything, but there was nothing wrong with looking. Kip was so standoffish when he was at work that the guy -- Alex, he thought he’d heard someone call him -- probably wouldn’t have noticed. When he approached the bar, Kip didn’t even bother asking what he was having. Just tossed some ice in a glass and filled it from the tap, sliding it across the sticky bar. Anything that could be done nonverbally should be done nonverbally, because the festive warbling of Mariah Carey was overwhelmingly loud. And then, having never been a master of subtlety nor self restraint, Kip said, “Hey, don’t forget your receipt.” Alex had already half turned to return to the party, having nodded his thanks for the water, but he glanced over his shoulder with a curiously furrowed brow. “I don’t need one,” He said, because obviously he didn’t need a receipt for a free glass of water.

“Yes,” Kip said firmly, “You do.” And he handed across a scrap of paper that he’d scrawled his number on.

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col22 literature series

volume ii: classic literature book ii: the catcher in the rye

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth...

@kip-whitmer

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The Mincing Mockingbird Guide to TROUBLED COLONISTS pt. 3 [x]

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colony 22: next gen text posts [ x ]

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2020 NON APOC AU >> intern in london, an instagram story

top row L-R: new gaming rig / arcade night with his new friend (crush) orson / tbt last night at home before he flew out to england

bottom row L-R: tbt kip and louis / schroedinger, kip’s cat and gaming companion / kip’s dice collection

(psd credit)

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ICARUS ☀ caelan whitmer, who flew too close to the sun

Proud of his success, the foolish Icarus forsook his guide, and, bold in vanity, began to soar, rising upon his wings to touch the skies; but as he neared the scorching sun, its heat softened the fragrant wax that held his plumes; and heat increasing melted the soft wax—he waved his naked arms instead of wings, with no more feathers to sustain his flight. And as he called upon his father’s name his voice was smothered in the dark blue sea.

—metamorphoses book 8, by ovid | @kip-whitmer

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           ❝She’s whisky in a teacup.❞

◆ member since: nov. 10th 2014 ◆ longest character: dante carrington ◆

@dante-carrington;  I know for a fact I’ve said this before, but Maddie, I will never forget the day you applied to Belvedere.  You were the original ‘diamond in the rough’, ‘appeared from the wilds of the RPC’, ‘where has this person been all my life’ kind of applicant. I was elated by your depth of imagination, how thoroughly you understood your characters, how beautifully you wrote, and how serendipitously we connected on a level of character, muse and understanding one another. Needless to say, you did not disappoint as you lived out the remaining days of Belvedere. 

But what was more surprising than even the quality of enthusiasm and joy you brought to the group, was what you came to mean to me. I never in a million years imagined to get such a life-long and true friend out of a place like Belvedere, which had happened almost entirely on accident, nor out of RP in general (of course, little did I know, that years down the road the majority of my best friends and family would be RP born, haha). 

I think very fondly on those long Belvedere nights that you, me, Cassie and Olly or Tabby would stay up until the birds were chirping just laughing and plotting and shooting the shit. You brought an earnest joy and friendliness to the RP then, and it’s the same one you bring now, to Colony 22. Lottie and I are so grateful for your absolutely outstanding RP etiquette. You have found a remarkable balance between having the flexibility and easy-going attitude to keep the whole thing fun, and the commitment, diligence, reliability and attention to detail to keep the experience exciting, motivating and fair for everyone. 

Our friendship aside, your activity, ‘work’ ethic and RP etiquette make it impossible for me to be biased about you if I tried. While you know your limitations, you always put the feelings of others before your own. You are unfailingly considerate of your RP partners, emotionally supportive of the community, and you always, always follow through. Without fail, we know we can count on you to be there when you say you will, to communicate when you can’t be, and to approach your time and place here with enthusiasm, patience, maturity and an extraordinarily kind heart.

Thank you, Maddie, for the humble and positive attitude you have brought to this community all these years, for making Lottie and I’s jobs so much easier and enjoyable, and for helping to foster the supportive and welcoming environment in which Colony 22 so prides itself. ❤

-Love Rory & Lottie

             —-     Happy Colony 6th Anniversary      —-

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Kip: You're an awful person.

Felix: Maybe. But I'm rich and I'm pretty, so it doesn't really matter.

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OUTCOME - CYCLE 2, ROUND 2

ACTION CHOSEN: [ATTACK]

ODDS USED: [9/12]

OPPONENT: [CAELAN WHITMER]

WIN

POINTS EARNED: [125]

{Congratulations! Your character has come away from this fight victorious. Are you surprised by this result or is it what you anticipated? How do you imagine it happened? What were the details of the altercation? Was it quick and dirty? Long and tiresome and a neck and neck struggle to the end?

You are welcome to plot and discuss with your opponent’s writer - feel free to take this opportunity to para the results, or self para, so long as you agree to the specifics of the outcome!}

UP NEXT: ROUND 3 - DELMA - FELIX TURNER

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His first thought every day is how the hell they’ll actually complete their intensely cool plan if they don’t have anyone with the actual skills to do so. Followed by some unnecessary dwelling on Lake, and wondering how the fuck he’s going to keep him safe, followed by running through the list of kinetics and telepaths he knows and trying to think of ways to approach them. So far he’s gotten nothing but uncertainties and an overwhelming desire to just go off and do the bloody job himself and fuck the fallout of it. Then he usually talks himself down and washes his face and goes to get breakfast. That’s just the morning ritual these days. [x]