JellyFaun

Game on

I am...baffled to say the least. I feel very targeted and also feel that your post was unnecessary and rather cruel. I put a lot of work into my roleplay, be it on Trixie or Charlie or Wolfgang or even the short lived Memaw Fish. Wolfgang is a character that is a lot of things to me. He is one i get to have lots of funny shanigans and interactions with the Bathshebas with, one where I get more serious MD and law enforcement roleplay and also one that has a really really deep backstory that not many people get to interact with. I know he is a lot to deal with and that is by design. He suffers from a multitude of mental issues that all stem from a series of linked incidents: PTSD, Lycanthropism (an actual real world medical condition), dissociative personality disorder, anxiety/panic disorder and addiction. And back when he was new he was entirely feral and non-verbal, living in the woods with animals. This is all part of his backstory and based on actual research I have done. Wolfgang is also an outlet for me to be silly, unmask my real-life autism in a way that enriches others without being socially unacceptable, and a way for me to have fun with my friends. This extremely thin targeted attack has really hurt my feelings. But I am so happy to see how many people are standing up for the way I choose to roleplay.

Wolfgang pulled up to the bank in the taxi and clambered out, chattering on the radio to Stelio that he would meet him up there. He went inside, got his money out, and returned outside to sit and wait like a good boy. It was an average, boring day. Sun was shining, cars going by, people swearing about speeding tickets at that camera. It almost made him feel sleepy as he waited for Stelio. And then a trill met his ears and changed his day, and possibly his life, forever. Mousey. A prey driven dog, he leapt to his feet and stared around for the source. And then he saw her...Mousey. She had a mouse face but a body like a human's. She trilled again as she ran over to him. They circled, staring, making little animal noises at each other. In all his life, he had never met someone like him. Someone who had an animal face and actually spoke like one. As they circled, Wolfgang felt a strange pang in his body, that rushed to his face and stomach and made him feel giddy. He felt a need to be near her, to protect her. But he had no idea what that feeling was. It was close to how he felt about his family, about Mummy G...but something entirely different. Soon after, he took her with him. She met his family, who accepted her when he vouched for her. She had been Bathtized and welcomed into his family wholly. And every time he saw her, he got that weird little feeling in his body that made his face feel warm. To the outsider, it was obvious. Wolfgang was in love with Mousey.

Wolfgang thought about Mummy G often. Its hard to not let one's mind wander to thoughts of the past, of those who are gone. Especially when they play such important roles. He visited her grave often, curling up beside it and letting his mind wander to better days gone by. She had been dead almost ten years. In that time, thinking about that made the dog man's head and heart hurt. He didn't like to hear people talk about it. He didn't like their sympathetic airs. He didn't like people speaking a word about her. It brought up memories too painful to bear. A bright flash of blue and red, the sound of bullets, his Mummy staining the earth red while he laid on her, barking ferociously into the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head. And then nothing- memories repressed down and squashed flat. But recently...the Bathshebas started to make the memoryhurt less. They tended her grave with all the others and kept it clean and remembered. They didn't speak ill of her or bring her up in idle conversation. They let him be with her tomb whenever he wanted. They allowed him to move in to where she and he had so many fond memories: the route 68 church. And in time, the wound began to close. He had a new family to look after him, new friends to guide and lead and protect him. Never could they replace Mummy G in his heart, but they could build a bridge over the hole she left behind. A safe. loving family...just as she had been. Remmi, one of Wolfgang's favourite people, met up with him at the DOC, where she was on duty. She offered him a chance to create something artistic- whatever he wanted! He loved arts and crafts and was excited. If his tail was visible to others, it would be seen to be wagging. He took a pen and some paper and laid down to draw on the warm concrete of the yard. He drew a bunny...but didn't like it so he ate the paper. Then he tried to draw himself, but couldn't really remember what he looked like anymore. And then, like the sun shining down brought inspiration, he remembered her...And for the first time, it didn't hurt to think about her. It had been a long time since Wolfgang envisioned her face...The shine of her golden hair in the kitchen window, the tired smile that was always on her face, the gentle way she pet him and how she said "Come on, Wolfgang, let's have our dinner outside tonight." He began to draw, first this way now that way. Her hair. "Wolfgang, how did you get so messy? Were you hunting again, you silly thing?" Her lips. "Good boy, Wolfgang! Get that naughty cat!" Her wrinkles. "Come on, Wolf. Let's settle down for the night." Her heart locket with a picture of him inside. "Easy, boy. Its just the loggers. They won't hurt you." Her nose. "Ouuur Godddddd, is an awwwesome God, he reiiignssss from heavennn above with wisssssdom, power and love, our God is an awesome God!" Her sweet, kind, loving eyes. "I love you Wolfgang. You know that, right?" As he finished the drawing, tears slipped out from under his mask, going unnoticed as they dropped to the warm pavement below.

Wolfgang had a very exciting day! After waking up in the bathroom on the pier, he heard his alpha, calling him down to city hall for a special treat! A tour of the government building lead by the amazing Judith Mason! Upon entering, he noticed she smelled just like a friend, as usual! A bunch of his friends and family were in a big circle- so exciting! He greeted them all and Alpha pet him on the head a bunch! They first went to the lawyer hang out offices and complained about the lack of snacks! Wolfgang was upset...snacks were a favourite. But the big glass office was so impressive and beautiful that he soon forgot the misfortune. Then they went to the law person chat room where all the laws were made! What a riot! Wolfgang wanted to change the laws so that only the Bathshebas were allowed to decide who could be on the Boofa Police force. But such thoughts were too hard to articulate so they moved on. The lobby was okay. It was big and airy and there was water to play in but it was a little boring because Wolfgang had seen it before! And they put up glass so Wolfgang couldn't jump behind it and play on the computers. After that was the bathroom! Alpha Scoobie and good friend Weasel Chad went in the urinals and made their pee cross! It was incredible! Wolfgang watched intensely and then drank out of the tap. It was a real adventure! Then Judy showed them the really cool court room! Wolfgang remembered when he was there last and Brother Beau slugged Judy in the face. It was very upsetting at the time but Judy forgave him! What a nice woman! Then Wolfgang got to sit on the judge's chair and play on the chair, but not touch anything. Then they went to the front and saw the golden Wolfgang statue! Gilded and sparkling gold, except the name was wrong. It said Eddie....Wolfgang didn't like that part. He wanted it spelled right! Wolfgang was spelled W-U-F-F-G-A-N-G not E-D-E-E! After that they went to the secret back exit! What?! An escape door? Amazing! Then they went to an amazing place! Judith's chambers! Wolfgang expected it to look like a castle...chambers sounded so medieval! But this place was not a castle! It was like a big office with lots of papers. But it DID have a round table! So that was cool! Then they saw the bottom of the building where all the other little offices were! It was exciting to run around and jump off the second floor, so safe and easily, but it was a little crowded. Then it was time to end the tour and talk to OJ about some big plans in the future! It was a very fun day for Wolfgang even though he didn't really understand much of what was explained! And he didn't understand why the lawyer he had threatened to bite three weeks before was giving him a wide berth... their fight was ages ago!

Wolfgang did not have many skills. He could run, he could fight, he could hunt as well as any real dog, but he lacked in the skills of men with all their mental facilities in tact. Computer skills, reading and writing above a first grade level, cooking and public speaking were outside his realms of possibility. But he could build. His adopted mother, Mrs. Gilthanus, had taught him to use a hammer, nails and how to move furniture not long after he had been dumped into her life. She taught him about how to draw the eye, how to match basic colours, how to paint a wall. He was strong and strapping and had an incredible tenacity and talent for it once she showed him what to do. In the evenings, they would build chicken coops and dog houses, work on fences and help build homes for the needy. Mrs. G said it was part of their Christian duty, but secretly she was training him to have a skill that might save his life one day. A weird little creature had a strong worth ethic and a beautiful eye for detail was harder to call "useless", and therefore, harder to kill. So one night while chewing on his rubber bone toy and listening to a family meeting, he overheard the plans to renovate the church. He volunteered, much to the surprise of the others. Alpha Scoobie explained the plans, to turn the second floor into a VIP party area on one side and a living area in the other. Wolfgang got right to work the next day, using his specially built faggio (with extra wheels for balance) to go back and forth to Paleto. After about two weeks of work, denying sleep for more than a few hours and only breaking to collect donations for more furniture, it was complete! The VIP area, complete with a bar, arcade, sitting area, dart board and a magnificent stage, shone in all red and purple. The living area beyond, a calm beige- with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlour and a sleeping quarters. Above it, Ronnie's kindergarten, built at last. And as a special treat for all his hard work, Wolfgang built himself a little yard to play, sleep and be his otherwise useless self!

Kaz is great. Sometimes Scoobie hits Wolfgang and calls him a dumb bitch, but its for Wolfgang's own good.

Charlie Bankshot was down bad and for the first time in her life it had nothing to do with money. Giving up a life of crime when it was all she knew had been unbearable to her. DCC had been boring and MD was strict and stressful. So many rules and memorizing them all had worn her down... Therapist, friend and new boss Kopi had helped where he could, but without him to leash her 24/7, she sat in a storm of temptations the moment he left her side. Pier cars left unlocked, her partners from her old life all having fun robbing banks, the simple delights of annoying cops by tap dancing on their cruisers- all were beyond her reach now. She couldn't even get in a fist fight anymore. And that all made her terribly sad. But her sorrows never surfaced- she hid them down in her belly to fester and brew into depression. She used to be able to go talk to her friends when she felt like this, and they would take her to do something fun. But she had no friends she could be seen with left. And that made her even more sorry for herself. She was a stranger to the legal world and an outcast in the criminal world, alone and surrounded by a shadow of her own making. But in the darkness, a red light of hope with a loud engine. She had just finished training at MD and was idling in her cab, listening to music and waiting for fares that would not come when a group of flashy bikes caught her eye. They were pretty and the people who surrounded them seemed friendly and well aquatinted. As there were no people needing rides anyway, Charlie flicked off her meter and went out to see what was going on. Was it a gang ready to cause trouble? Was it a protest? Was it something new and exciting? It was a soup kitchen the motorcycle club was hosting. Charlie had never seen such a kind gesture in all her life. Thoughts of these people giving a crazy show of gun violence to curb her boredom melted away and in its place, a seed of interest and curiosity. Charlie made a show of herself by playfully moving around their condiments and an entire soup pot, but it was all to gauge reaction. They laughed at her antics and were both kind and polite, allowing her to still have something to eat after the fact. The thought of them made her excited. They were like a gang. A gang with no violence, no police chases, no bank robbing, no weed picking. Legal. But a gang with friends, fun, drinking, gambling, driving, support and events. Family. A legal family. She laughed because the idea had never crossed her mind. She cautiously approached Ava, a face she knew, and whispered what she had said to hundreds of people in her criminal past. "I want in." ((formatting pending))

multiple people in my group have said its a glitch and not a timing issue. either way i feel its relevant.

You guys never cease to be amazing. Quality roleplayers, amazing character concepts and all around a unique and poetic gang. Miss hanging with you guys and so proud and impressed at how much Salvation has grown.

An illegal u-turn was all it took for Charlie to have her 'fun' for the day. When the deputy pulled her over, she parked on the line. "Move to the shoulder. The dirt." She drove into the nearby ditch. "...first time being pulled over, huh? Drive in front of me and stop." She drove in front of him, motorbike's front wheel kissing his bumper. "No. Turn 180 and stop in front of me." She turned, 180 and drove about 20 feet. His backup arrived and he approached her. "May I see your license?" "Why am I being pulled over?" "I will tell you after you show me your license." "Nope. Why am I being pulled over?" "Show me your license." "Why am I being pulled over?" This was the most tedious part of her game. She had to make them annoyed enough to distract them. But on and on they went until he went to issue her a charge for non-compliance. Her chance. She kicked the engine on and sped off. He was out of the car and she had a long running head start. Go uphill into the forest, lose them in the trees was her go-to method. If that didn't work, head higher and try to out-drive them on the way down. If that didn't work, head for the city and get into to the maze of tunnels like the rat she prided herself on being. The first method worked. She heard the sirens die out behind her as she waited patiently among the bushes. Charlie 1, SD 0. But now she likely had a BOLO and would need to be cunning and careful. A few more hours of picking weed lead her to needing gas and a quick repair. She peered into the parking lot of Bayview and saw it was clear of SD. Her smile twitched as she saw Yuki Nakamura, one of the DOC wardens waiting for a repaint or a repair on the ledge. Days before, Charlie had been witness while Naomi had relieved Yuki of one of her vehicles from that same mechanic shop. She knew it was dangerous to mess with law enforcement, especially when wanted for arrest, but she couldn't help herself. "Yuki!" "Not again, Charlie. Not again. Not again." Not a word more did Charlie let her get in edgewise. "What's in the RV, Yuki? Is it drug tables? Coke tables? Mary-jo-wanna tables? How scandelous!" Charlie went up the RV and told the mechanic she was the owner of it, with the poor warden on her heels, claiming contrary and locking the big van. Not one to give up, the mischievous Bankshot slipped into the RV when Yuki unlocked it to drive. It was...grossly underwhelming. Empty unlocked safes and nothing else. With a huff, she hopped out, called Yuki boring, and then noticed the SD van driving into the parking lot. Without even a chance to refuel or repair her bike, she was off again, getting high on the only drug she needed- adrenaline. Too far from the forest to use as reliable cover, up the side of mount Chiliad she went, leaning forward on the bars and muttering "Come on, baby. Good girl. Just a little more." She could feel gravity straining on her bike and knew it had to be affecting the scout behind her too. Gritting her teeth, almost willing the bike to hold traction, she surmounted the side and turned to look over her shoulder. The scout was right behind her. Just as she planned. She took off at a breakneck pace down the narrow traces of the mountain side, no trail and too many bushes to see dangerous rocks. Tears streaming from her eyes and spittle from her lips at the sides, she careened down like a woman possessed, knowing if she stopped for even a second, the scout could catch her- Or worse, crush her beneath its out of control tires. A tree right in her path. She cursed, turning the bike as hard as she could, but this only resulted in a skittering motion. She was no longer a driver, simply a passenger of a rogue vehicle. Bracing for impact, she winced and cut as hard to the side as she could- The tires of the bike hit the tree and deflected her harmlessly to the side, the frame taking the entire brunt and not even stalling. It was a miracle, and she had found the highway with no siren behind her. She slid down the last portion, onto the road, and skittered like a rat into a stone depression cut into the hill's base- an old storm drain. She knew this one well, it was an old hiding place she liked, and she slipped into it comfortably, ducking to not hit the ceiling. Just enough room for her and her bike, which had begun smoking. It had four litres of fuel left in it and the oil gauge flashed 141. A close call. Five minutes later, she slipped out of Bayview. A mechanic friend of her's had let her hide in the garage while he fixed her bike for the parts fee alone. He was a good trusted sort and often aided her, even in her wrongdoings. And not five minutes after that, gunfire on the highway between SD and another gang, she guessed WOO by the colour. Taking advantage of the distraction, she slipped into the hole in the wall that lead to her second favourite drug lab. She began to pick, and only looked up when SD cars pulled inside. Once more, she was on her bike and running as only Charlie runs, heading backwards down the highway and into a bush, peering out of the branches. But this time, SD did not chase. They had bigger fish to fry. 101 plants slipped into the safe that night and Charlie beamed with pride at her accomplishments, and felt sated from adrenaline. With the play of the day done, it was time to get back to work. Noticing low ammonia stocks, she once more mounted her pink and black Manchez and set off for the humane lab. As she turned a corner, a small rock decimated her wheel and the bike bucked her off into the middle of the road. Bruised and cut badly, she cursed, unable to do much but reach for her cellphone. She called MD, reporting she fell off her bike about 200 feet from Pillbox. She smiled as the ambulance pulled up, then stared with horror as SD followed behind. The same man she had been running from all day. After being stitched up and doctored, the officer was ready to take the slippery rat to DOC. But the rat didn't want to go. She tried running (twice), and when that didn't work, she talked. "Okay. I am going to read your rights. You-" "Have the right to remain silent." They said in unison. A pause. "Go ahead." Charlie assured. "Anything you say or do can-" Unison. "And will be used against-" "Please, continue." "Do you want to recite the rights?" "No, I don't know them." "...okay. You have-" "A right to a government appointed attorney during legal questioning." Unison. "...do you understand your rights?" "No. please repeat them. Wash, rinse, repeat. A very frustrated SD deputy sighed and looked at her sourly. "Okay. I am going to repeat these and clarify anything you don't know. You- Charlie Bankshot-" "WHO'S CHARLIE BANKSHOT?!" A sigh. "I'm....uh...chief Bacon. NO WAIT. I'M JOSEPH SANCHEZ." "Okay. You, Joseph Sanchez, have the right to remain silent. Anything you, Joseph Sanchez, say can and will be used against you-Joseph Sanchez. You, Joseph Sanchez, have a right to a government appointed attorney during legal questioning. Do you, Joseph Sanchez, understand these rights?" "...I am really glad you're arresting Joseph Sanchez, he's a menace." She then went limp and laid on the sidewalk and had to be dragged like a child to the car. Keep them annoyed enough to distract them. She wondered how to deal her final blow to the man...and then it came to her. As they turned onto the highway towards DOC, she began to sing. "BAAAAAABYYYY SHARK DO-DO-DO-DO-DO-DOO!"

Chapter 4 The heat and light of the room was not like the sun's and Edmund itched terribly from it. Used to sleeping on rock and grass and hide, the feather blankets were uncomfortable and he pissed when he awoke in them, out of fear. This wasn't the forest, or the dark den but an alien world that drove him into another panic. He ran laps of the room, leaping at the windows and tearing the drapes. An upset bowl and washjug on the bedside table became shards littered on the floor. The closet door was dented with his own shoulder in great plunges. His mask was gone. He smelled different, his skin giving off a stink of flowers that wasn't remotely like himself or his pack and his hair felt oddly light. The pack was missing and he knew some of them were dead. Hunger still ate at his stomach. When the realization that escape was inevitable slid over him, he opted to curl up in a corner facing the door, waiting for death to come for him as there was nothing left to live for. Finally the door creaked, and a blood curdling snarl escaped his lips. He bared his teeth, raised up his shoulders and widened his eyes, like the dogs did when they were angry. The woman, the killer of his pack, stepped inside with a flourish of an apron and looked at the state of the room, and of its occupant. Lip curled to show his gums, hands curled like paws and chin pushed forwards, the menace might have been intimidating if he wasn't eleven at the most. "Oh, aren't you scary?" She chided with a chuckle, closing the door. "Well I hope you're not too upset to have dinner with me." A plate in each hand, she stepped forwards, and he drew away from her, trying to vanish through the wall. Her eyes narrowed, observing and realizing that he wasn't being aggressive, but defensive. He was probably frightened to death. No closer did she attempt and with a clatter, she set his plate on the floor, seating herself beside it. "Come on and eat, buddy." A hand beckoned for him. "You must be hungry." First he kept his eyes on her, then they rapidly flicked to the plate, back and forth. The scent of its contents wafted to his nose; meat and table scraps. It sent his eyes almost rolling into his head and fear was shoved aside by a hunger so ravenous it made the woman jump a little. With a snap and a snarl, the steak was vanquished from the plate and he had curled in the corner again, tearing it apart. He used his hands to pin it while he pulled it off in great chunks. Instead of eating her own meal, she watched him. A multitude of books and documentaries explained feral children prepared her for meeting one, and working with differently abled children for twenty years prepared her for helping one. Juices splattered the walls as he feasted on the steak, and soon went the potatoes and the green beans, all down his greedy gullet. It had barely been two minutes when he was finished. His eyes fell on her and she only had time to laugh as he climbed onto her leg and swiped her own steak from the plate like a naughty dog. She laughed, getting up. He snarled and backed against the wall again, the meat hanging from his mouth. "Don't worry. I'm not going to take it away." And with that, she walked out of the room as she had come, leaving the door open. When he finished, he laid down into another slumber, his belly full for the first time in days. xxx He woke several hours later to the soft strums of a long-play record dancing down the hallway. Never before had he heard music and it was at once both curious and fascinating. With a few gentle taps on the floor, he decided to explore. The woman had fed him, and not laid a hand on him. Despite killing the pack, she didn't seem like a threat now. The woman lived modestly, but to him the den was a maze of passages and doors. Some were open, others closed. One room was painted a soft pink pleasing to the eye and looked newer, and the rest were rustic and shabby, all of wood hand crafted by skilled hands. Tinted photographs hung on the walls above and the red grass beneath his feet was as soft as fur. He followed the passage into a large room where the music was coming from. The phonograph was spinning gently and he sat on his haunches, putting his 'paws' on the lip of the little table and sniffing it. Having never experienced such a thing, the music was pleasant to his ears and he closed his eyes. It seemed to paint pictures in his mind's eye. "That's Mozart. Symphony No. 40 in G minor if I'm not mistaken" He almost fell over in shock as the woman laughed from the sofa, holding a little glass tube with a bulb on the end. "Careful, buddy. Don't hurt yourself." A little smile met the tube as she sucked on its end. Oh, he knew the smell coming from it- familiar and safe. It calmed him almost instantly and he approached her without caution, sniffing at it. She offered it to him almost without thinking, so much was she enjoying her high. "Don't pull too hard, Wolfgang." She felt the name suited him but just at that moment, she couldn't have guessed where she had recalled it from. Even in her stupor, though, she knew he was special, she knew he wouldn't live much longer without her help, and she knew he needed a name. His lips met the crackpipe and that first hit of happiness lasted almost fifteen years.

Memo to myself: hostage story