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Introduction
The old television set flickered for a moment before lighting up, the illumination provided by the screen enough to reveal what was once a family sitting room, the wallpaper caked with blood and the furniture overturned and torn. An unidentifiable body lay on the remnants of the sofa as the BBC news theme played.
“Good evening. Earlier today the United Nations declared that the as of yet unnamed killer virus a worldwide Pandemic, so far there have been more than four million deaths worldwide, the majority of them in the US, China and Western Europe. In a statement today the Prime Minister Gordon Brown said that every possible resource was being dedicated to finding a cure or vaccine for the disease that made its first few kills in Greater Manchester today. Though the city has been quarantined it is thought that some may have slipped past, so all citizens are advised to remain indoors unless absolutely necessary. There have been no official reports as to the status inside the city, though those able to use mobile phones to contact friends and family have described victims wandering the streets aimlessly, even some reports of those pronounced dead days ago. These victims have been confirmed as dangerous, so all citizens are warned to stay away from them at all times. Though many are referring to these people as zombies, officials dismiss them as nonsense…”
The voice cut off as the television was pushed aside by a staggering figure, moaning before leaving the room through the broken window, joining the hundreds roaming the streets of Manchester in the growing light. Dawn was approaching. The Dawn, of the Dead.
Now, with the compulsory cliché introduction out of the way, I believe I owe you some information.
OK – everyone is familiar with the concept of zombie survival roleplays, correct? Outbreak of mindless zombie plague converts the majority of the human race and a select group of survivors are thrown together to try and survive, yada yada.
The story will start a week or so before the above scene, as the first deaths are reported from the virus and before anyone is zombified. Speaking of which: the zombie process in Pandemic is somewhat different to that of some zombie viruses (you know, all of those highly official, medically documented ones). As opposed to turning living people into zombies, the virus kills them, then brings them back as a zombo - so not drastically different, just a little twist to delay the realisation of what's actually happening for the poor characters.
Of course, there is the conventional passing of the virus through zombie bites, and that method of infection does not result in death, simply transformation into zombie. The process from infection to death takes around three days, with symptoms including weakness, pale skin, high temperatures and vomiting - after death another two days pass before the person returns as a zombie. From bite to transformation takes about half a day.
The character template is as follows:
Name:
Age: (14+)
Appearance: (Description obligatory, picture optional)
Special Skills: (Don’t go overboard – no ninjas, no army/ex army soldiers, keep it limited to reasonable things, so you can be good at swordplay if you went to a fencing class, or you can be a criminal who can hotwire cars, that sort of thing - but you'd better have decent reasons)
Job: (Um, duh?)
Home: (Everyone lives in London, nationality can be whatever you want but everyone has accommodation of some sort in the city. Because London is boss.)
Vehicle: (Car, bike, pogo stick, portable foot containers/shoes...)
Brief Background: (Don’t feel obliged to put a huge history; you can refer to your past in the roleplay, so you don’t need any more than a paragraph or so here.)
And here are some rules. :O
1. No Godmodding against other players, so no attacking people and hitting them in the same post – they must be the one to post whether it hits or not – besides, the zombies are the threat!
2. Keep it real, you’re normal people, leading normal lives that suddenly involve zombies, not professional zombie-hunters D:
3. Post decent size posts, around two to three paragraphs (if you make a really awesome one paragraph post, that's fine too), and try to use good grammar and spelling - remember folks, Firefox, Chrome, Safari... most browsers have spell checks, and if yours doesn't - use word processing software first!
“Good evening. Earlier today the United Nations declared that the as of yet unnamed killer virus a worldwide Pandemic, so far there have been more than four million deaths worldwide, the majority of them in the US, China and Western Europe. In a statement today the Prime Minister Gordon Brown said that every possible resource was being dedicated to finding a cure or vaccine for the disease that made its first few kills in Greater Manchester today. Though the city has been quarantined it is thought that some may have slipped past, so all citizens are advised to remain indoors unless absolutely necessary. There have been no official reports as to the status inside the city, though those able to use mobile phones to contact friends and family have described victims wandering the streets aimlessly, even some reports of those pronounced dead days ago. These victims have been confirmed as dangerous, so all citizens are warned to stay away from them at all times. Though many are referring to these people as zombies, officials dismiss them as nonsense…”
The voice cut off as the television was pushed aside by a staggering figure, moaning before leaving the room through the broken window, joining the hundreds roaming the streets of Manchester in the growing light. Dawn was approaching. The Dawn, of the Dead.
Now, with the compulsory cliché introduction out of the way, I believe I owe you some information.
OK – everyone is familiar with the concept of zombie survival roleplays, correct? Outbreak of mindless zombie plague converts the majority of the human race and a select group of survivors are thrown together to try and survive, yada yada.
The story will start a week or so before the above scene, as the first deaths are reported from the virus and before anyone is zombified. Speaking of which: the zombie process in Pandemic is somewhat different to that of some zombie viruses (you know, all of those highly official, medically documented ones). As opposed to turning living people into zombies, the virus kills them, then brings them back as a zombo - so not drastically different, just a little twist to delay the realisation of what's actually happening for the poor characters.
Of course, there is the conventional passing of the virus through zombie bites, and that method of infection does not result in death, simply transformation into zombie. The process from infection to death takes around three days, with symptoms including weakness, pale skin, high temperatures and vomiting - after death another two days pass before the person returns as a zombie. From bite to transformation takes about half a day.
The character template is as follows:
Name:
Age: (14+)
Appearance: (Description obligatory, picture optional)
Special Skills: (Don’t go overboard – no ninjas, no army/ex army soldiers, keep it limited to reasonable things, so you can be good at swordplay if you went to a fencing class, or you can be a criminal who can hotwire cars, that sort of thing - but you'd better have decent reasons)
Job: (Um, duh?)
Home: (Everyone lives in London, nationality can be whatever you want but everyone has accommodation of some sort in the city. Because London is boss.)
Vehicle: (Car, bike, pogo stick, portable foot containers/shoes...)
Brief Background: (Don’t feel obliged to put a huge history; you can refer to your past in the roleplay, so you don’t need any more than a paragraph or so here.)
And here are some rules. :O
1. No Godmodding against other players, so no attacking people and hitting them in the same post – they must be the one to post whether it hits or not – besides, the zombies are the threat!
2. Keep it real, you’re normal people, leading normal lives that suddenly involve zombies, not professional zombie-hunters D:
3. Post decent size posts, around two to three paragraphs (if you make a really awesome one paragraph post, that's fine too), and try to use good grammar and spelling - remember folks, Firefox, Chrome, Safari... most browsers have spell checks, and if yours doesn't - use word processing software first!
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OOC Notes
OOC thread: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/pandemic-virus-zombie-survival-roleplay-t24130.html
It was an average morning in the City of London; the city was waking up, and even now it was buzzing with activity, people on their way to work, or on their way home from working a night shift, were filling the streets, and in the city centre people were already jamming up the roads, horns blaring out in the quiet of the morning. Nathaniel dragged himself from bed, yawning and stretching before standing up and shuffling into the bathroom. After showering and dressing he set about preparing himself breakfast, flicking on the T.V as he did so.
"Good morning and welcome to Breakfast with Bill Turnbull and Kate Silverton. Our top story this morning: Two Iranian diplomats have been expelled from the UK today, after the Prime Minister Gordon Brown told MPs he had no choice but to respond after Iran had made allegations that were "absolutely without foundation". This comes in response to Iran expelling the two UK diplomats from the country earlier yesterday, on allegations that they were 'involved in activities incompatible with their status'. Also on this morning's program: Peter Tobin, the 62 year old man charged with the murder of Dinah McNicol was revealed yesterday to have murdered before, already convicted of murdering another teenager; The Irish broadcaster Setanta Sports has gone into administration after failing to make a number of payments to sporting organisations, the administrator Deloitte said that it would shortly cease broadcasting to customers in Great Britain but would continue to operate elsewhere; in the Eastern United States a man has died from a mystery virus, doctors are examining the body for traces of any known viruses, but so far no recognisable traces have been found. We go live to..."
Yawning, Nathaniel turned the T.V off again, finishing the last bite of his toast before grabbing his bag and heading out of the apartment, locking up behind himself and heading down the stairs to the parking lot. Unlocking his car, he chucked his bag onto the back seat before getting in, sniffing in the 'new car' smell with a grin. He turned the key in the ignition and cautiously made his way out onto the street - caution was necessary, after all, he'd only passed his test a few months ago, and this car was probably worth more than some houses! He turned the radio on as he drove down the familiar route to his college "In related news, a man has been found dead from an unidentified virus in the Eastern United States, so far medical experts say they cannot confirm or deny that the virus is contagious, but the family are..." the news cut off as Nathaniel changed the station, music blaring out into the car. Funny, he thought, that story just seemed to keep popping up, it had been in a paper he happened to pick up on the train the other day. Dismissing it as cooincidence he refocused on driving without damaging his car, and in a short time pulled into the student car park at the College. Smiling to a group of starstruck younger kids as he got out, he strolled leisurely towards the main building, humming along to his iPod.
It was an average morning in the City of London; the city was waking up, and even now it was buzzing with activity, people on their way to work, or on their way home from working a night shift, were filling the streets, and in the city centre people were already jamming up the roads, horns blaring out in the quiet of the morning. Nathaniel dragged himself from bed, yawning and stretching before standing up and shuffling into the bathroom. After showering and dressing he set about preparing himself breakfast, flicking on the T.V as he did so.
"Good morning and welcome to Breakfast with Bill Turnbull and Kate Silverton. Our top story this morning: Two Iranian diplomats have been expelled from the UK today, after the Prime Minister Gordon Brown told MPs he had no choice but to respond after Iran had made allegations that were "absolutely without foundation". This comes in response to Iran expelling the two UK diplomats from the country earlier yesterday, on allegations that they were 'involved in activities incompatible with their status'. Also on this morning's program: Peter Tobin, the 62 year old man charged with the murder of Dinah McNicol was revealed yesterday to have murdered before, already convicted of murdering another teenager; The Irish broadcaster Setanta Sports has gone into administration after failing to make a number of payments to sporting organisations, the administrator Deloitte said that it would shortly cease broadcasting to customers in Great Britain but would continue to operate elsewhere; in the Eastern United States a man has died from a mystery virus, doctors are examining the body for traces of any known viruses, but so far no recognisable traces have been found. We go live to..."
Yawning, Nathaniel turned the T.V off again, finishing the last bite of his toast before grabbing his bag and heading out of the apartment, locking up behind himself and heading down the stairs to the parking lot. Unlocking his car, he chucked his bag onto the back seat before getting in, sniffing in the 'new car' smell with a grin. He turned the key in the ignition and cautiously made his way out onto the street - caution was necessary, after all, he'd only passed his test a few months ago, and this car was probably worth more than some houses! He turned the radio on as he drove down the familiar route to his college "In related news, a man has been found dead from an unidentified virus in the Eastern United States, so far medical experts say they cannot confirm or deny that the virus is contagious, but the family are..." the news cut off as Nathaniel changed the station, music blaring out into the car. Funny, he thought, that story just seemed to keep popping up, it had been in a paper he happened to pick up on the train the other day. Dismissing it as cooincidence he refocused on driving without damaging his car, and in a short time pulled into the student car park at the College. Smiling to a group of starstruck younger kids as he got out, he strolled leisurely towards the main building, humming along to his iPod.
OOC Notes
"The Irish broadcaster Setanta Sports has gone into administration after failing to make a number of payments to sporting organisations, the administrator Deloitte said that it would shortly cease broadcasting to customers in Great Britain but would continue to operate elsewhere; in the Eastern United States a man has died from a mystery virus, doctors are examining the body for traces of any known viruses, but so far no recognisable traces have been found. We go live to..." Allie winced as a loud noise in the form of her ring tone echoed around the room, jumping up from her spot at her desk, she rushed towards the source of the noise, getting down on all fours she scrambled under her bed and pulled out the beeping device, pulling it out she frowned at it, it was her dad calling.
"Dad" Allie said, her voice slightly empty as she sat cross legged on the floor.
"Just checking in on you, aren't you meant to be at college?" He asked, his tone slightly clipped. Allie examined the patterns on her wooden floor as she replied.
"Yes."
"Are you?"
"Yes" She lied, luckily he believed her and carried on. Asking her about her studies, her grades. Nothing personal at all, all school work. Not a how are you? Nothing. Then he left her with promises that he'd be home soon. Allie scoffed and shoved her phone into her pocket before getting back up, her attention drifted back to the tv as they finished interviewing the doctor about the virus.
"Drat" She cursed, she had really wanted to watch that bit.
"In other news, UK unemployment is rising faster in this recession than it has since the 1980s, according to official figures..." Allie turned off the tv and went downstairs, grabbing her bag as she went, she knew she would be late, but she didnt particularly care as she slipped on her rollerblades , grabbed her keys, double locked the door and skated towards the bus stop, taking her phone out as she left.
"Yo! Romeo answer me dammit!" She said into the phone as she called her long time best friend. Nathaniel Johnson, aka Romeo due to his middle name, and her had met when she had run away from her nanny one day in favour of going to the park, they had bumped into each other and become fast friends, as you did when you were 5 years old. The next time they had met up was quite a few years later. Allie had been roped into taking part in a 'friendly' competition with a state school, they had met again, and kept in contact ever since. Now without a nanny breathing down her neck, Allie was able to communicate with him more efficiently, and see him too.
"Dad" Allie said, her voice slightly empty as she sat cross legged on the floor.
"Just checking in on you, aren't you meant to be at college?" He asked, his tone slightly clipped. Allie examined the patterns on her wooden floor as she replied.
"Yes."
"Are you?"
"Yes" She lied, luckily he believed her and carried on. Asking her about her studies, her grades. Nothing personal at all, all school work. Not a how are you? Nothing. Then he left her with promises that he'd be home soon. Allie scoffed and shoved her phone into her pocket before getting back up, her attention drifted back to the tv as they finished interviewing the doctor about the virus.
"Drat" She cursed, she had really wanted to watch that bit.
"In other news, UK unemployment is rising faster in this recession than it has since the 1980s, according to official figures..." Allie turned off the tv and went downstairs, grabbing her bag as she went, she knew she would be late, but she didnt particularly care as she slipped on her rollerblades , grabbed her keys, double locked the door and skated towards the bus stop, taking her phone out as she left.
"Yo! Romeo answer me dammit!" She said into the phone as she called her long time best friend. Nathaniel Johnson, aka Romeo due to his middle name, and her had met when she had run away from her nanny one day in favour of going to the park, they had bumped into each other and become fast friends, as you did when you were 5 years old. The next time they had met up was quite a few years later. Allie had been roped into taking part in a 'friendly' competition with a state school, they had met again, and kept in contact ever since. Now without a nanny breathing down her neck, Allie was able to communicate with him more efficiently, and see him too.
OOC Notes
Andrew Ecker awoke this morning to the unusual sound of the floorboards creaking. He grabbed his father's Glock and held it waveringly as he stepped outside into the hallway.
"Is anyone there?" asked Andrew.
Silence.
"Dad?" said Andrew hopefully.
Silence lingered.
Andrew shrugged, walked back to his room and put the Glock back down on the bed. He got dressed in the usual jeans and a T-shirt and grabbed his backpack-- it contained his gear. He decided to put his laptop in there as well so he could check his e-mail while at school. He walked out the door humming a unknown tune and began looking around for a way to a rooftop. He hated walking on the ground. He bent his knees, pushed his body up and forward, and found the bottom of a fire escape ladder. He pulled himself up and proceeded to climb the stairs.
When on the rooftop, he proceeded to run to school, jumping and sliding, leaping and vaulting.
This was when he was most alive.
"Is anyone there?" asked Andrew.
Silence.
"Dad?" said Andrew hopefully.
Silence lingered.
Andrew shrugged, walked back to his room and put the Glock back down on the bed. He got dressed in the usual jeans and a T-shirt and grabbed his backpack-- it contained his gear. He decided to put his laptop in there as well so he could check his e-mail while at school. He walked out the door humming a unknown tune and began looking around for a way to a rooftop. He hated walking on the ground. He bent his knees, pushed his body up and forward, and found the bottom of a fire escape ladder. He pulled himself up and proceeded to climb the stairs.
When on the rooftop, he proceeded to run to school, jumping and sliding, leaping and vaulting.
This was when he was most alive.
OOC Notes
He woke up with a Groan, looking over to the clock, another groan.
He ripped the clock from the wall, throwing it at the wall, it smashed into it, some pieces fall off and the news turns on, picking up a french station like he was accustom to.
"Bonjour et bonjour France, C'est les nouvelles de matin directement de Paris. Nos informations principales ce matin, homme d'A dans les états déliés sont mortes d'une maladie de mystère, Les médecins des Etats-Unis ne peuvent pas identifier la maladie actuellement, il seront étudiés." Francois groaned and threw a heavy book at it, shutting it off.
He crawled out of bed, He was just in his boxers, Red background, chilly peppers all over it. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of leather pants and a white T-shirt, he slips the shirt over his abs, still dazed from sleep. "Mon dieu..... Must 'ave partied 'arder zen I 'ought lust night..." He says, grabbing his Axe deodorant, he rubs it on his armpits, setting it back down and snatching some cologne, he sprays it on his chest, then his wrists and his neck. He climbs into his leather pants, tucking the white shirt in as well. He buttons the pants and zips up the zipper.
He practically collapses into the bathroom, slicking his hair back with some gel and a comb. He gargles some Listerine and spits it out, smiling in the mirror, he was satisfied with his teeth so he took off out his Bedroom door, Grabbing his sunglasses from a table near his bedroom, he heads downstairs. He reaches his hand into a closet and pulls out one of his many leather jackets, slipping it over his shoulders he would roll them. (His shoulders.) Taking in the smell of Leather.
"Oh Francois, vous êtes si beau." He says in a lighter voice, laughing.
Francois takes off out the door of his apartment after putting his leather boots on, Grabbing his motorcycle helmet as he does.
He steps into the elevator..Takes it down...Goes to the garage and mounts his Black "Crotch-rocket" He pets it like someone would a horse.
" 'Ow is my beybey this morning? " He says grinning, He slips the helmet over his head and Zips up his leather jacket, Slipping some Leather gloves on as well.
He kicks up the stand, Revving the engine, he takes off out of the garage, Headed to his Courier job. His radio playing "Mauvais Garcon." as he rode.
He ripped the clock from the wall, throwing it at the wall, it smashed into it, some pieces fall off and the news turns on, picking up a french station like he was accustom to.
"Bonjour et bonjour France, C'est les nouvelles de matin directement de Paris. Nos informations principales ce matin, homme d'A dans les états déliés sont mortes d'une maladie de mystère, Les médecins des Etats-Unis ne peuvent pas identifier la maladie actuellement, il seront étudiés." Francois groaned and threw a heavy book at it, shutting it off.
He crawled out of bed, He was just in his boxers, Red background, chilly peppers all over it. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of leather pants and a white T-shirt, he slips the shirt over his abs, still dazed from sleep. "Mon dieu..... Must 'ave partied 'arder zen I 'ought lust night..." He says, grabbing his Axe deodorant, he rubs it on his armpits, setting it back down and snatching some cologne, he sprays it on his chest, then his wrists and his neck. He climbs into his leather pants, tucking the white shirt in as well. He buttons the pants and zips up the zipper.
He practically collapses into the bathroom, slicking his hair back with some gel and a comb. He gargles some Listerine and spits it out, smiling in the mirror, he was satisfied with his teeth so he took off out his Bedroom door, Grabbing his sunglasses from a table near his bedroom, he heads downstairs. He reaches his hand into a closet and pulls out one of his many leather jackets, slipping it over his shoulders he would roll them. (His shoulders.) Taking in the smell of Leather.
"Oh Francois, vous êtes si beau." He says in a lighter voice, laughing.
Francois takes off out the door of his apartment after putting his leather boots on, Grabbing his motorcycle helmet as he does.
He steps into the elevator..Takes it down...Goes to the garage and mounts his Black "Crotch-rocket" He pets it like someone would a horse.
" 'Ow is my beybey this morning? " He says grinning, He slips the helmet over his head and Zips up his leather jacket, Slipping some Leather gloves on as well.
He kicks up the stand, Revving the engine, he takes off out of the garage, Headed to his Courier job. His radio playing "Mauvais Garcon." as he rode.
OOC Notes
Amy yawned as her alarm clock buzzed. She pressed the button to make it stop,and got up. Amy took her morning shower,and got dressed. She went down the stairway,and opened the door,to the living room,smelling the eggs and bacon. Amy walked in,as her mom put three plates down.
Her father threw the newspaper on the table,sighing.
"To much bad news in the world,now a days." He started,as he did every day. Amy ate a little,but didn't feel like eating much.
"Bye,mom. Dad."She said,kissing them on the cheek. "Can't be late again,or they'll kill me." She rolled her eyes,at the strictness of her new school. Amy walked into the garage,which was open for her,and got on her bike. She rolled her eyes again,as she got on. Amy rode down the street,for the two blocks she had to cross,and endured the blaring of horns from far away. She finally arived at her new school,walked in,already irratible,and not ready for her strict teachers to boss her around.
Amy stepped into her homeroom classroom,and sat down,hoping to get some sleep in. The person beside her started talking loudly to a friend.
"Yeah,have you heard of that man in the U.S that died,because of some virus? They say they have't found any form of recognisable sickness. It sounds so...."But Amy didn't hear the rest,she had fallen asleep.
Her father threw the newspaper on the table,sighing.
"To much bad news in the world,now a days." He started,as he did every day. Amy ate a little,but didn't feel like eating much.
"Bye,mom. Dad."She said,kissing them on the cheek. "Can't be late again,or they'll kill me." She rolled her eyes,at the strictness of her new school. Amy walked into the garage,which was open for her,and got on her bike. She rolled her eyes again,as she got on. Amy rode down the street,for the two blocks she had to cross,and endured the blaring of horns from far away. She finally arived at her new school,walked in,already irratible,and not ready for her strict teachers to boss her around.
Amy stepped into her homeroom classroom,and sat down,hoping to get some sleep in. The person beside her started talking loudly to a friend.
"Yeah,have you heard of that man in the U.S that died,because of some virus? They say they have't found any form of recognisable sickness. It sounds so...."But Amy didn't hear the rest,she had fallen asleep.
OOC Notes
Nathaniel blinked as his phone went off, who would be phoning him at this hour? It was probably one of the band members, but he had told them not to phone when he was at school. He took it out of his pocket and glanced at the number, smiling as he saw Allie's name pop up, he pressed the answer button in time to hear "Yo! Romeo answer me dammit!".
"Keep your head on!" he replied, chuckling "What's so urgent that you got to call me now eh?" he asked, before blinking as he almost tripped over a loose stone, to giggles from a nearby group of girls "Gah! Now you've made me look stupid!" he accused, "But seriously, what's up?"
Nathaniel stayed on the phone as he walked into the college, though technically the kids weren't supposed to use their mobiles, nobody listened to that rule, and the teachers had given up trying to enforce it - after all, they had their hands full with the kids who never even bothered to show up. Several names came to mind there, but just as quickly vanished as his thoughts moved on. He passed a few classrooms before slipping into his form room, amidst the buzz of chat from the rest of the form. He took a seat near the back with a couple of his friends, nodding to them but pointing at the phone when they tried to start up a conversation. He caught a snippet of someone's conversation as he waited for Allie to reply "I hear it made the guy's flesh go all weird and corpse like!" one boy said, "Jee, you think that's because it killed him Gus?" his friend replied, and Gus's protests that that hadn't been what he meant were quickly swallowed again by the other voices. There was that virus again, or at least he assumed so - but hey, most kids would be more interested in a deadly virus than in Iranian diplomats, so it was really to be expected...
"Keep your head on!" he replied, chuckling "What's so urgent that you got to call me now eh?" he asked, before blinking as he almost tripped over a loose stone, to giggles from a nearby group of girls "Gah! Now you've made me look stupid!" he accused, "But seriously, what's up?"
Nathaniel stayed on the phone as he walked into the college, though technically the kids weren't supposed to use their mobiles, nobody listened to that rule, and the teachers had given up trying to enforce it - after all, they had their hands full with the kids who never even bothered to show up. Several names came to mind there, but just as quickly vanished as his thoughts moved on. He passed a few classrooms before slipping into his form room, amidst the buzz of chat from the rest of the form. He took a seat near the back with a couple of his friends, nodding to them but pointing at the phone when they tried to start up a conversation. He caught a snippet of someone's conversation as he waited for Allie to reply "I hear it made the guy's flesh go all weird and corpse like!" one boy said, "Jee, you think that's because it killed him Gus?" his friend replied, and Gus's protests that that hadn't been what he meant were quickly swallowed again by the other voices. There was that virus again, or at least he assumed so - but hey, most kids would be more interested in a deadly virus than in Iranian diplomats, so it was really to be expected...
OOC Notes
Allie, getting distracted slightly by the arrival of the bus, flashed her pass and slipped on and to a seat "I missed the damned news due to an unexpected call from you know who!" She muttered angrily while slumping down at the front and throwing her shoes up onto the rail in front of her on the edge of the luggage rack while throwing down her skates and bags onto the seat next to her, ensuring that no one, not even an old lady, could sit next to her. "I need a car!" She grumbled. Realising she had just complained about three things all at once without giving the poor boy a chance for a breather between each one. "Sorry, went on a rant there" She admitted sheepishly.
As she was waiting for a reply, Allie tuned into conversations around her, each about the news this morning, the news she had missed due to her father calling. She needed someone who knew every single detail, she was bound to get questioned on it by her teachers, they were that sort, questioning on the latest news, asking your opinion, it would be just her luck that she'd be asked a question on the only day she had missed the news.
As she was waiting for a reply, Allie tuned into conversations around her, each about the news this morning, the news she had missed due to her father calling. She needed someone who knew every single detail, she was bound to get questioned on it by her teachers, they were that sort, questioning on the latest news, asking your opinion, it would be just her luck that she'd be asked a question on the only day she had missed the news.
OOC Notes
Amy had been sleeping happily,when she was awakened by someone tapping her back. She woke up,ready to yell at whoever it was. Some kid stood behind her,and smirked.
"It's against the rules to sleep in class,Amy."He said,adding his English accent to the jeer. She gritted her teeth,and picked up her stuff,she started leaving.
"What's the matter,Amy? Am I to much for you." He was behind her now,and Amy turned around,swiftly,picking him up by his shirt.
"Listen,I've had enough of you,and this stupid school. Now,leave.Me.Alone!"Amy said,breaking the last part into sentences. She left,deciding to skip class. They would call her parents later,but she didn't care. She ran out of school,and drove her bike around,glad to be rid of the school. She got out her cell phone,praying her friend in America was still awake,it was late there,and she would probably be in bed. Amy waited,and finally she answered.
"Did you hear about that death?"Was the first thing out her friends mouth.
"Who hasn't,you are talking about that guy who died,right?"
"Yeah.I heard all this crazy stuff. They said,he was corpse like a small bit after he died."
"Yeah,isn't that supposed to happen to people who diemshe shook her head,at her friends stupidity.
"No,no. He looked like he'd been dead for weeks,but he had only died a day before,when they found him." Amy stopped. That was strange. She put her bike against a bench,and sat down on the bench.
"Oh. Is it from a recorded virus?"
"Not that they've found. It's all new to them. Officials say not to worry,though my mom is grossed out,my dad says to not worry either." Amy did a "Pshh" sound.
" I would worry! How could they expect you guys not to worry!"
"I don-" The phone cut off,probably some satelite thing or something. Amy just sat there,enjoying nature.
"It's against the rules to sleep in class,Amy."He said,adding his English accent to the jeer. She gritted her teeth,and picked up her stuff,she started leaving.
"What's the matter,Amy? Am I to much for you." He was behind her now,and Amy turned around,swiftly,picking him up by his shirt.
"Listen,I've had enough of you,and this stupid school. Now,leave.Me.Alone!"Amy said,breaking the last part into sentences. She left,deciding to skip class. They would call her parents later,but she didn't care. She ran out of school,and drove her bike around,glad to be rid of the school. She got out her cell phone,praying her friend in America was still awake,it was late there,and she would probably be in bed. Amy waited,and finally she answered.
"Did you hear about that death?"Was the first thing out her friends mouth.
"Who hasn't,you are talking about that guy who died,right?"
"Yeah.I heard all this crazy stuff. They said,he was corpse like a small bit after he died."
"Yeah,isn't that supposed to happen to people who diemshe shook her head,at her friends stupidity.
"No,no. He looked like he'd been dead for weeks,but he had only died a day before,when they found him." Amy stopped. That was strange. She put her bike against a bench,and sat down on the bench.
"Oh. Is it from a recorded virus?"
"Not that they've found. It's all new to them. Officials say not to worry,though my mom is grossed out,my dad says to not worry either." Amy did a "Pshh" sound.
" I would worry! How could they expect you guys not to worry!"
"I don-" The phone cut off,probably some satelite thing or something. Amy just sat there,enjoying nature.
OOC Notes
Alex rolled over to face his clock, 2 minutes before it was due to go off with the normal Techno crap he felt like listening to just before he fell asleep. His room was cold, leaving the window open all night was nice for curcling up into your warm bed and falling asleep but waking up and getting changed sure wasnt. Alex rolled out of bed, dressing in his casual clothes he checked the lenses of his camera befroe strapping it carefully around his shoulder. He unplugged his Ipod and phone, slipping them both in his pocket he made his way out into the kitchen.
While Alex poured himself a drink he picked up the T.V remote putting it on MTV. He wasn't interested in News, that didn't effect him, nor politics. Alex leaned up against the counter and finished it. He lifted his phone up to his eyes and read the time "Shit!" he exclaimed beging over half an hour late. He quickly turned the T.V off and dashed out the door, slamming it behind him he ran down the concrete steps out the entrance door.
Kickstarting his cruiser motorbike he set off down the road, there were hardly many official police officers about where he lived. Only community police. Alex knew all they could do was memorize your face and hand you a ticket. He arrived at the school gates, parking just behind a Red DB9 Aston Martin, assuming by the rest of the kids, Alex wasn't as late as he thought. He began to walk across the school plane towards the entrance
While Alex poured himself a drink he picked up the T.V remote putting it on MTV. He wasn't interested in News, that didn't effect him, nor politics. Alex leaned up against the counter and finished it. He lifted his phone up to his eyes and read the time "Shit!" he exclaimed beging over half an hour late. He quickly turned the T.V off and dashed out the door, slamming it behind him he ran down the concrete steps out the entrance door.
Kickstarting his cruiser motorbike he set off down the road, there were hardly many official police officers about where he lived. Only community police. Alex knew all they could do was memorize your face and hand you a ticket. He arrived at the school gates, parking just behind a Red DB9 Aston Martin, assuming by the rest of the kids, Alex wasn't as late as he thought. He began to walk across the school plane towards the entrance
OOC Notes
Francois Arrived at his job, he was a in a private courier business, Ask no questions, get the package to the buyer, get the cash, get out. It was fine, Really good pay because no one else would risk it. The Courier's boss Mr. Sheck also thought of Francois as one of his best Couriers, so he got an extra wad of cash in his Check at the end of each week from him.
The Tires hummed into the Parking lot of N . That was the company name. Just one letter, started by some guy name Nicholas..No one ever said his last name. Once again, Francois didnt care, cash was cash and his bike was fast. He had been tuning it up forever. Nitrous, reinforced framing...Extra thick gas tank... Even that..what was it called..XM radio? It got all of the stations, Rock, Pop, even comedy.
He Parked the bike, kicking the stand up and leaning the Crotch-rocket into it. Francois walked into the building which was almost all black chrome and tinted windows with a big N on the front above the door. The secretary waved to him. *Nice girl, Blonde hair, blue eyes, big chest, small waist. So what if I was a pervert? The ladies encourage it! Always wearing low cut shirts and all that... She had a nice ass too...Im getting off track..* Francois said in his own mind. He waved back to her, winking. She giggled.
"Ok... get the package, deliver it..dont get killed or get the bike scratched..." He says,Taking his helmet off.
Francois pushed open two big dark wooded doors, an S above the door, like the N outside the building.
A man sat inside, Bald, getting older in days and to be true getting a tad overweight.
"Bonjour, M. Sheck. Ca va?" He says to The man.
"Im fine, Francois. We have a few drop offs today..Four of them, all of them came in small Silver briefcases." Mr. Sheck said.
"Did you check zem?" Francois said back.
"Of course we did..." Mr. Sheck said again.
"...And?"
"Guns. Pistols to be exact, Just glocks..But there is probably something being smuggled inside them."
"Ok..Were is my first one?" He said, Mr. Sheck pointed to a Case on his Table, Francois snatched it up and slid his helmet back on.
"Au revoir, M. Sheck." He said, flipping the visor down on his Helmet and running back to the parking lot.
The Tires hummed into the Parking lot of N . That was the company name. Just one letter, started by some guy name Nicholas..No one ever said his last name. Once again, Francois didnt care, cash was cash and his bike was fast. He had been tuning it up forever. Nitrous, reinforced framing...Extra thick gas tank... Even that..what was it called..XM radio? It got all of the stations, Rock, Pop, even comedy.
He Parked the bike, kicking the stand up and leaning the Crotch-rocket into it. Francois walked into the building which was almost all black chrome and tinted windows with a big N on the front above the door. The secretary waved to him. *Nice girl, Blonde hair, blue eyes, big chest, small waist. So what if I was a pervert? The ladies encourage it! Always wearing low cut shirts and all that... She had a nice ass too...Im getting off track..* Francois said in his own mind. He waved back to her, winking. She giggled.
"Ok... get the package, deliver it..dont get killed or get the bike scratched..." He says,Taking his helmet off.
Francois pushed open two big dark wooded doors, an S above the door, like the N outside the building.
A man sat inside, Bald, getting older in days and to be true getting a tad overweight.
"Bonjour, M. Sheck. Ca va?" He says to The man.
"Im fine, Francois. We have a few drop offs today..Four of them, all of them came in small Silver briefcases." Mr. Sheck said.
"Did you check zem?" Francois said back.
"Of course we did..." Mr. Sheck said again.
"...And?"
"Guns. Pistols to be exact, Just glocks..But there is probably something being smuggled inside them."
"Ok..Were is my first one?" He said, Mr. Sheck pointed to a Case on his Table, Francois snatched it up and slid his helmet back on.
"Au revoir, M. Sheck." He said, flipping the visor down on his Helmet and running back to the parking lot.
OOC Notes
Amy was bored,but she had an idea. She would go visit her uncle. She mounted her bike,and started riding towards his work building. The only thing she enjoyed about riding her bike,was that it was peaceful..
Amy found the building with the 'N' on the top of the building,just as her uncle ran out. She waved,and began speaking French.
"Bonjour, oncle, beau de vous voir aujourd'hui."Amy said,casually.
Amy found the building with the 'N' on the top of the building,just as her uncle ran out. She waved,and began speaking French.
"Bonjour, oncle, beau de vous voir aujourd'hui."Amy said,casually.
OOC Notes
Turned to his Relative, laughing. He Sets the suitcase down gently and takes his helmet off, setting it down next to the case.
She spoke in french, Good. At least she still did. He opened his arms for a hug and moves to her, wrapping his leather covered arms around her tightly.
"Ah, Mon parent préféré, Français parlant toujours ! Je suis très heureux ! Comment allez-vous ?" Francois said, Francois and Amy were very close, he didnt know why. They just were.
"You are starting to look just like your mother." He smiles to her.
She spoke in french, Good. At least she still did. He opened his arms for a hug and moves to her, wrapping his leather covered arms around her tightly.
"Ah, Mon parent préféré, Français parlant toujours ! Je suis très heureux ! Comment allez-vous ?" Francois said, Francois and Amy were very close, he didnt know why. They just were.
"You are starting to look just like your mother." He smiles to her.
OOC Notes
Amy smiled back at him.
"I'm doing just fine,Uncle Francois. Mother was hoping you could visit soon. She says she'll be fine if you don't speak French."
Her uncle was the one that had tought her French,her mother said it was a waste. She hated France,and almost everything about it,but Amy loved it's history,and language.
"Are you going on a job,right now? "Amy asked,hoping she wasn't interupting.
"I'm doing just fine,Uncle Francois. Mother was hoping you could visit soon. She says she'll be fine if you don't speak French."
Her uncle was the one that had tought her French,her mother said it was a waste. She hated France,and almost everything about it,but Amy loved it's history,and language.
"Are you going on a job,right now? "Amy asked,hoping she wasn't interupting.
OOC Notes
Francois nudged his head int he direction of the metal briefcase and his helmet.
"Why yes..Yes I am.." He said.
He blinks and looks at her, tilting his head. Something just...wasnt right.... Was it..No...Was? ...No...
"Arent you supposed to be at work or something?" He says, tapping his chin.
"Why yes..Yes I am.." He said.
He blinks and looks at her, tilting his head. Something just...wasnt right.... Was it..No...Was? ...No...
"Arent you supposed to be at work or something?" He says, tapping his chin.
OOC Notes
Amy laughed.
"School..."Amy said,hoping he wouldn't send her back to that wretched place. "But,uh,mom said I could miss today." She smiled a wide smile,really hoping now.
"School..."Amy said,hoping he wouldn't send her back to that wretched place. "But,uh,mom said I could miss today." She smiled a wide smile,really hoping now.
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"Oh..Really? My stuck up sister with a cactus shoved so far oop 'er ass told you...to 'ave fun?"
He laughs, putting an arm over her shoulders.
"Dont vorry, I wunt send you bock.... And eef zey catch us I'll sey..I seened yew oot or some-sing.." His accent prevailed over his knowledge of the English language.
"Seeeewww....Whut arr yew going to do now?" He asked her, his arm still over her shoulders, his Expensive and strong cologne on his neck and wrists probably starting to irritate her or if she liked it it'd just be...well, Still overwhelming. Francois didnt know limits on scents.
He drops down for a moment to pick up his helmet and the case, rising back up in a moment and drooping his arm over her shoulders again.
He laughs, putting an arm over her shoulders.
"Dont vorry, I wunt send you bock.... And eef zey catch us I'll sey..I seened yew oot or some-sing.." His accent prevailed over his knowledge of the English language.
"Seeeewww....Whut arr yew going to do now?" He asked her, his arm still over her shoulders, his Expensive and strong cologne on his neck and wrists probably starting to irritate her or if she liked it it'd just be...well, Still overwhelming. Francois didnt know limits on scents.
He drops down for a moment to pick up his helmet and the case, rising back up in a moment and drooping his arm over her shoulders again.
OOC Notes
Amy laughed at his comment,as the cologne was starting to get a little strong.
" I think I'll go back to my house for a while,and sleep. The big hour change has been weird for me."She said,yawning.
" I think I'll go back to my house for a while,and sleep. The big hour change has been weird for me."She said,yawning.
OOC Notes
Nathaniel laughed "Don't worry, it's certainly worth complaining about things, gets them off your chest and all." he said "Is you know who who I think it is? Your dad?" he asked "What did he say?"
Nathaniel had never known much about Allie's Dad, and from the impression he got, neither did Allie. He often wondered if he was a secret government agent that couldn't let his job be known to even his own daughter, and called at erratic and unpredictable hours. But that was silly. "And as for the car, you seriously need to start letting me give you a ride to school - my teachers won't give a crap if I'm late, but yours probably will, it being a private school an' all." he said "And it's not like you're out of the way is it?"
Nathaniel had never known much about Allie's Dad, and from the impression he got, neither did Allie. He often wondered if he was a secret government agent that couldn't let his job be known to even his own daughter, and called at erratic and unpredictable hours. But that was silly. "And as for the car, you seriously need to start letting me give you a ride to school - my teachers won't give a crap if I'm late, but yours probably will, it being a private school an' all." he said "And it's not like you're out of the way is it?"
OOC Notes
"Pft, all he spoke about was how I'm doing at school, and then promised he'd be home tomorrow, like that will happen." She paused and listened to him more, reluctantly agreeing that he was right, it would be better for him to give her lifts to school. "But you drive like a crazy man" Was the only excuse she could come up with as the bus pulled up to the school and she hopped out looking at the grand building before her she sighed and started walking towards it, shrugging her bag further onto her shoulder "I'm guessing you didnt hear the news either, and I'm at school so I have to hang up now unfortunately, look, I'll let you give me a lift to school on the condition that you dont kill me" She said before hanging up without letting him get another word in. Running to her locker she shoved the key in, turned it and pulled it open, shoving books in and grabbing folders before hurrying to her first lesson of the day.
"Sorry I'm late" She said as she knocked on the door and walked into the room. All eyes turned to her and none looked suprised. Allie gulped and walked to the back of the room, pulling the skirt of her school uniform down slightly as she went.
"Sorry I'm late" She said as she knocked on the door and walked into the room. All eyes turned to her and none looked suprised. Allie gulped and walked to the back of the room, pulling the skirt of her school uniform down slightly as she went.
OOC Notes
"Sleep? Well I see how that could be reasonable." He said, Pronouncing the last word like Reason-Ableugh.
He Pats her on the head, Slipping his helmet onto his own and taking his arm off her shoulders.
He droops the Metal case over his left one.
"Well, I'll see if I cant stop by to my sister's 'ouse later today, ok?" He says, hugging her with one arm.
"Au revoir."
He Pats her on the head, Slipping his helmet onto his own and taking his arm off her shoulders.
He droops the Metal case over his left one.
"Well, I'll see if I cant stop by to my sister's 'ouse later today, ok?" He says, hugging her with one arm.
"Au revoir."
OOC Notes
Alex slipped through the front doors, entering his first class he walked up the coliseum like stairs towards his window seat. He slung his shoulder bag underneath his desk, lifting his camera off around his neck and leaving it onto the desk he sat down behind it, his elbow on the desk and his palm holding up his chin he starred vacently out othe window. Once the teacher had enetered it made no difference to Alex as he continued to starre deep in thought. He was only at school because of the letters about 'Below 75% Attendance'
As he starred he noticed the car he had parked infront of was indeed, a DB9 Aston Martin, something very rare to be seen around London. He contempled highjacking and fencing it off. But had neither the Fence, nor the ability. He simplely sat starring out into it's red gloss thinking of what a scene he could make witht he car just in the background. After afew minutes the car started to bore him, he put his head down onto his shoulder, closing his eyes he drifted off into his mind.
As he starred he noticed the car he had parked infront of was indeed, a DB9 Aston Martin, something very rare to be seen around London. He contempled highjacking and fencing it off. But had neither the Fence, nor the ability. He simplely sat starring out into it's red gloss thinking of what a scene he could make witht he car just in the background. After afew minutes the car started to bore him, he put his head down onto his shoulder, closing his eyes he drifted off into his mind.
OOC Notes
"Bon, au revoir." Amy said,jumping on her bike,and riding home. She drove by her schools,and saw the boy that was teasing her this morning looking bored in his class. He happened to look out the window,when Amy went by. She stuck her tongue out,and smirked.
She parked her bike by the garage,like she would on any normal day,and opened the door. She already knew where they key was,since her parents got home after her every day. First she made herself some food,and turned on the T.V
...In other news,a man in the eastern United States was found dead. Scientists,and doctors are looking for the cause of death,but have found no recognizable viruses in the victim's blood... Amy switched off the T.V tired off hearing about it. She went to her room,and slept.
She parked her bike by the garage,like she would on any normal day,and opened the door. She already knew where they key was,since her parents got home after her every day. First she made herself some food,and turned on the T.V
...In other news,a man in the eastern United States was found dead. Scientists,and doctors are looking for the cause of death,but have found no recognizable viruses in the victim's blood... Amy switched off the T.V tired off hearing about it. She went to her room,and slept.
OOC Notes
The school day passed slowly, agonisingly slowly for many of the students in the various London schools, forced to look out at the beautiful sunshine without the freedom to enjoy it. As the end approached and the schools began closing, the students practically poured out, shouting and laughing.
Nathaniel walked calmly through the throng, slipping out onto the path to the student car park, where he unlocked his car and was about to get in when he was hit by a random flying girl.
“What the..?” he managed before Annie interrupted him “Romeo!” she exclaimed “Were you about to leave without saying goodbye?” she accused, placing her hands on her hips and glowering at him
Nathaniel shook his head “I didn’t even realise you were in today, I haven’t seen you!” he said, smiling at her “You know if I had I wouldn’t leave you hanging!”
“Hmmph.” She said “Well I am here, and have been all day – I’ve just been working on my final art piece, in case you can’t tell by the unflattering outfit covered in paint?” she pointed out, gesturing down at the baggy clothes she was wearing, with paint splots scattered over them. Annie was one of the few art students who took the course seriously, and was dedicated to her work with a passion. “I’ve got to have it finished by next month! How am I gonna manage that if I don’t spend time on it?”
Nodding, Nathaniel grinned “No need to explain yourself, you put up with enough of my music stopping us spending as much time together, I can put up with your art.” He said, hugging her “Now who’s up for a bite to eat?” he asked
“Can I quickly use your phone to make a call first?” she asked “Mine’s out of credit.” She explained, and quickly tapped in a number when Nathaniel passed her his phone. “Hi Gracie!” she said when it was answered “You’ll never guess what happened today. Well…” Nathaniel tuned her out as she went on, and turned on the car radio
”…whole team of doctors was found dead at the hospital in which the body was being examined…” “Patients at the hospital in Washington have been confirmed as to suffering the same symptoms as the…” “…area of the city has been quarantined after the medical team was found dead and several patients were reported…”
Sighing, Nathaniel turned the radio off again – he hated listening to depressing news, especially about far off places where it didn’t matter to him, so he just leant on his car waiting for Annie to finish on the phone…
[OOC: Toxic, seeing as you haven't had anyone to talk to yet D: you can come talk to me when you come for your bike]
Nathaniel walked calmly through the throng, slipping out onto the path to the student car park, where he unlocked his car and was about to get in when he was hit by a random flying girl.
“What the..?” he managed before Annie interrupted him “Romeo!” she exclaimed “Were you about to leave without saying goodbye?” she accused, placing her hands on her hips and glowering at him
Nathaniel shook his head “I didn’t even realise you were in today, I haven’t seen you!” he said, smiling at her “You know if I had I wouldn’t leave you hanging!”
“Hmmph.” She said “Well I am here, and have been all day – I’ve just been working on my final art piece, in case you can’t tell by the unflattering outfit covered in paint?” she pointed out, gesturing down at the baggy clothes she was wearing, with paint splots scattered over them. Annie was one of the few art students who took the course seriously, and was dedicated to her work with a passion. “I’ve got to have it finished by next month! How am I gonna manage that if I don’t spend time on it?”
Nodding, Nathaniel grinned “No need to explain yourself, you put up with enough of my music stopping us spending as much time together, I can put up with your art.” He said, hugging her “Now who’s up for a bite to eat?” he asked
“Can I quickly use your phone to make a call first?” she asked “Mine’s out of credit.” She explained, and quickly tapped in a number when Nathaniel passed her his phone. “Hi Gracie!” she said when it was answered “You’ll never guess what happened today. Well…” Nathaniel tuned her out as she went on, and turned on the car radio
”…whole team of doctors was found dead at the hospital in which the body was being examined…” “Patients at the hospital in Washington have been confirmed as to suffering the same symptoms as the…” “…area of the city has been quarantined after the medical team was found dead and several patients were reported…”
Sighing, Nathaniel turned the radio off again – he hated listening to depressing news, especially about far off places where it didn’t matter to him, so he just leant on his car waiting for Annie to finish on the phone…
[OOC: Toxic, seeing as you haven't had anyone to talk to yet D: you can come talk to me when you come for your bike]
OOC Notes
Allie glanced at the clock as she stood up at the end of the lesson, groaning. Unlike normal schools, private ones lasted an hour or so longer depending on the teacher. Allies lasted an hour and a half, and grudgingly she began to make her way towards the music room. The schools deal was that you had to take two of the main subjects, maths, biology, chemistry, physics, english literature or english language. You had to take one out of history, psychology, sociology, geography and environmental science. One out of Business studies and economics. ICT was compulsary, and everyone had to take a sports club. One out of music, art, drama, photography and film studies. And then extras were child care, health and communication studies.
You were allowed to drop a few subjects next year.
At present Allie took Maths, English literature, History, Business studies, IT and music as lessons and then gymnasicts and swimming as enrichments (club)
She really wasnt in the mood for music today. As she walked, half asleep into the classroom, she grabbed her folder with all her compositions inside, and began to carry on with what she had been working on last lesson.
"Hey Allie!" Turning to face the doorway Allie watched as a girl with black hair, purple streaks, walked into the room waving sheets of music at her "I need a singer when I record this, fancy doing the job?"
"Sure" Allie said as she got handed the music.
"Great, we're practicing with Mr Field near the end of the lesson, unfortunately you'll have to stay a bit longer, by about half an hour or so, which means you'll need to get a lift, cos my cars full with the rest of the band." With that she walked off, and Allie banged her head against the piano she had been playing, random notes echoing around the room.
"Blondie" She muttered, taking out her phone she sent Romeo, new nickname blondie, a text.
CAN I HAVE A LIFT HOME PLEASE? She typed in the time, the place where they were practicing in case she wasnt out on time, just in case he wanted to hear her or anything, and then told him she'd kill him if he didnt pick her up. If he didnt, he could buy her a car, she figured that was fair.
You were allowed to drop a few subjects next year.
At present Allie took Maths, English literature, History, Business studies, IT and music as lessons and then gymnasicts and swimming as enrichments (club)
She really wasnt in the mood for music today. As she walked, half asleep into the classroom, she grabbed her folder with all her compositions inside, and began to carry on with what she had been working on last lesson.
"Hey Allie!" Turning to face the doorway Allie watched as a girl with black hair, purple streaks, walked into the room waving sheets of music at her "I need a singer when I record this, fancy doing the job?"
"Sure" Allie said as she got handed the music.
"Great, we're practicing with Mr Field near the end of the lesson, unfortunately you'll have to stay a bit longer, by about half an hour or so, which means you'll need to get a lift, cos my cars full with the rest of the band." With that she walked off, and Allie banged her head against the piano she had been playing, random notes echoing around the room.
"Blondie" She muttered, taking out her phone she sent Romeo, new nickname blondie, a text.
CAN I HAVE A LIFT HOME PLEASE? She typed in the time, the place where they were practicing in case she wasnt out on time, just in case he wanted to hear her or anything, and then told him she'd kill him if he didnt pick her up. If he didnt, he could buy her a car, she figured that was fair.
OOC Notes
Alex walked out from the entrance wearing his camera over his shoulde rand his shoulder bag over the other. The sun blared down onto him. Alex began to walk away from the school towards where he had parked. Once he turned he corner he saw Annie and Nathaniel, so this was the man whos car this was. He quickly noticed how perfect a shot he could make this, he knelt down flipping the cover off the lens, he focused onto Nathaniel leaning against the car, making sure both their beauty was in the shot he snapped it.
Standing up again he couldn't make up his mind weather to told to him about what he had just done, or continue past him towards his bike. Alex began to pace towards Nathaniel going to explain himself. "Heey.." He said rather awkwardly, he coughed before saying "Hope you don't mind about that.." He lifted up the camera before setting it back down "Do I have you permission?" he asked alittle late but knew the most perfect scenes were unplanned.
Standing up again he couldn't make up his mind weather to told to him about what he had just done, or continue past him towards his bike. Alex began to pace towards Nathaniel going to explain himself. "Heey.." He said rather awkwardly, he coughed before saying "Hope you don't mind about that.." He lifted up the camera before setting it back down "Do I have you permission?" he asked alittle late but knew the most perfect scenes were unplanned.
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Name: Steve Johnson
Age: 16
Appearance: Nothing special, except for a scar along the left side of his jaw from a bad knife fight.
Special Skills: Pyro, likes to mess with fire.
Job: Sells home made explosives to people in dark alleyways.
Home: 2nd story apartment, not too nice. Russian.
Vehicle: Windowless van (was stolen by a friend).
Brief Background: Steve lived in the worst neighborhood in Russia. The only way he could support his family was to sell illegal, home made Pyrotechnics. He gathered enough money to get 3 plane tickets to London, but when he got home the place was burned to a crisp. He knew his family was dead, so he eventually moved on. Life in London was so much better than Russia, that he almost forgot his Family was gone.
Age: 16
Appearance: Nothing special, except for a scar along the left side of his jaw from a bad knife fight.
Special Skills: Pyro, likes to mess with fire.
Job: Sells home made explosives to people in dark alleyways.
Home: 2nd story apartment, not too nice. Russian.
Vehicle: Windowless van (was stolen by a friend).
Brief Background: Steve lived in the worst neighborhood in Russia. The only way he could support his family was to sell illegal, home made Pyrotechnics. He gathered enough money to get 3 plane tickets to London, but when he got home the place was burned to a crisp. He knew his family was dead, so he eventually moved on. Life in London was so much better than Russia, that he almost forgot his Family was gone.
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
This rp can be brought back to life. All Parabola has to do is make some zombies show up. We can take it from there.
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
Aw..I feel this feeling of...sadness. If I am accepted I will bring your beloved roleplay back to life. I will post 3 or 6 times a day or maybe 4 depending on how much I post and where i am in the world. But I will post.
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Mute - nobody's posted in this for weeks. It died like four posts in or soemthing. :(
And this roleplay was the main reason I joined this site, so its death saddens me, so I hope you joining will get it active again. I was excited about this game, too. :)
And this roleplay was the main reason I joined this site, so its death saddens me, so I hope you joining will get it active again. I was excited about this game, too. :)
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I'm just waiting for my character to be approved so I can start. Im sort of excited but the waiting is taking my excitment away.
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If someone doesn't post by tomorrow, I'll post, though I don't know what yet. This can't die before it's started.
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Okay, that's good. Really sorry about it, though. I've been having lots of problems with posting on this site the last few days, but it seems to have been okay today, so hopefully I'll have no more problems. :)
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Lykaios: I'm unable to delete the posts at the moment, but tools like that are coming soon (tm)
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Thanks for approving me Parabola :D
I made my first post, its kinda big I think. Anyway I hope its alright.
I made my first post, its kinda big I think. Anyway I hope its alright.
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Uh . . . the site went down for maintenance as I was posting and duplicated my post. Is there any way to delete the two extra posts? So sorry.
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( Apologies in advance, my Roleplaygateway.com paint is still green and drying )
I had a few questions regarding "Pandemic", among my short list of questions my first
would be is there a set date to begin? Second I'm quite new to this site but I'm reading up as
needed to make its navigation easier sorry to ramble my question was should we post a bit of
What/When/Where for our characters along the same time line as your first post of Anya
awakening and watching the news broadcast? (if so this should be in London Mk. II and not
The Thames or London University, correct?) Third are you going to require an average post
length? Fourth and lastly do we have essentially free license to describe our surroundings,
people we pass (non- characters of course) and etc?
Many Thanks,
Wesley
( I'm unable to send this as a PM to you )
I had a few questions regarding "Pandemic", among my short list of questions my first
would be is there a set date to begin? Second I'm quite new to this site but I'm reading up as
needed to make its navigation easier sorry to ramble my question was should we post a bit of
What/When/Where for our characters along the same time line as your first post of Anya
awakening and watching the news broadcast? (if so this should be in London Mk. II and not
The Thames or London University, correct?) Third are you going to require an average post
length? Fourth and lastly do we have essentially free license to describe our surroundings,
people we pass (non- characters of course) and etc?
Many Thanks,
Wesley
( I'm unable to send this as a PM to you )
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
Thanks! I've approved your character, and once I bug Eric to remove the old IC posts from the previous incarnation of the RP, we can start :]
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
Thanks, Parabola -- I've now edited some more onto Matthew's appearance description and I submitted him on that tab yesterday . . . did I do something wrong or submit ot the wrong place? This site's kind of confusing. xD
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
Please submit the character via the Roleplay Tab @ roleplay/pandemic/ ;]
Also, try and expand upon your appearance description, make it more detailed and evidence more actual description.
Also, try and expand upon your appearance description, make it more detailed and evidence more actual description.
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Is it too late to join?
Name: Matthew Aster
Age: 15
Appearance:
He has dar brown hair, green eyes, and looks rather rough due to living on the streets for about three months and being unable to wash and look after himself much. He's about average height but is quite thin from malnutricion. His green eyes are from his father's side of the family but other than that he doesn't look much like his father or older brother -- more like his mother who's from Irish decent. He wears casual clothes to try and blend in (jeans, long-sleeve shirt, hoodie, converses) and has a woman's engagement ring on a chain around his neck.
Special Skills: Can drive, pick locks and pickpocket. He also has a photographic memory and a very good sense of direction. Can run very fast.
Job: Runaway schoolboy.
Home: Wherever he feels like - likes the Underground though, and there's an old lady who looks out for him that he doesn't mind staying with for a couple nights when it's raining. His parents live on an estate in Summerset and his elder brother lives in London and works with the government.
Vehicle: Feet mostly, and he uses the Underground trains. But can ride a bike and drive a car.
Brief Background: Born into a wealthy family in Sumerset to parents who had no time for him. He had a happy childhood though, and was brought up by his nanny and her boyfriend. Was expelled from his first boarding school for arson and ran away from his second after causing an accident. He's beeen living on the streets in London and fending for himself for about three months.
Name: Matthew Aster
Age: 15
Appearance:
He has dar brown hair, green eyes, and looks rather rough due to living on the streets for about three months and being unable to wash and look after himself much. He's about average height but is quite thin from malnutricion. His green eyes are from his father's side of the family but other than that he doesn't look much like his father or older brother -- more like his mother who's from Irish decent. He wears casual clothes to try and blend in (jeans, long-sleeve shirt, hoodie, converses) and has a woman's engagement ring on a chain around his neck.Special Skills: Can drive, pick locks and pickpocket. He also has a photographic memory and a very good sense of direction. Can run very fast.
Job: Runaway schoolboy.
Home: Wherever he feels like - likes the Underground though, and there's an old lady who looks out for him that he doesn't mind staying with for a couple nights when it's raining. His parents live on an estate in Summerset and his elder brother lives in London and works with the government.
Vehicle: Feet mostly, and he uses the Underground trains. But can ride a bike and drive a car.
Brief Background: Born into a wealthy family in Sumerset to parents who had no time for him. He had a happy childhood though, and was brought up by his nanny and her boyfriend. Was expelled from his first boarding school for arson and ran away from his second after causing an accident. He's beeen living on the streets in London and fending for himself for about three months.
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Name: Naveed Birashk (Nah – veed , Bi –ra –sh –ka)
Age: 31
Appearance: Naveed stands at 6’3”; he has short black hair and auburn eyes, a dark skin complexion because of his nationality and a well above average muscle mass. Naveed’s five o’clock shadow is apparent, as of late he has not had time to shave due to the mysterious virus that has plagued London. Noticeable crow’s feet under his eyes due to his severe insomnia, out of sleeping pills, Naveed sometimes sees shadows that are not really there making him on the move very often. He wears a black T-shirt that tucks into his knee-ripped jeans, wearing comfortable tennis shoes. He has a wrist watch on his left wrist and a locket of his wife around his neck.
Special Skills: Picklocking, mediocre marksman.
Job: Taxi Driver
Home: A poor suited apartment in London City.
Vehicle: Taxi cab
Brief Background: Born in Iran, Naveed is a simple taxi driver trying to earn enough keep to feed his family. Working long odd hours, he contracted a severe case of insomnia in which he found himself rarely being able to sleep. His loving wife, Daria, followed him to London from Iran in hopes to start a new life in an industrialized world. He sought sanctuary in London due to the famine and poverty that spreads through Iran. Naveed is a family man, working all night and day to make sure his wife Daria is safe from harm.
Naveed experiences much racial tension ever since the bombing in America. This usually disrupts business due to the constant fear of his wild kamikaze killing sprees. Even if Naveed follows the Christian Orthodox church. His home life is well below average, (being a taxi driver he does not make much wage). He lives in a shoddy apartment en-roached with mold, insects and other disturbances.
Other: Because of his shoddy home life, he often had to pick lock his apartment door to even get in his own house.
Age: 31
Appearance: Naveed stands at 6’3”; he has short black hair and auburn eyes, a dark skin complexion because of his nationality and a well above average muscle mass. Naveed’s five o’clock shadow is apparent, as of late he has not had time to shave due to the mysterious virus that has plagued London. Noticeable crow’s feet under his eyes due to his severe insomnia, out of sleeping pills, Naveed sometimes sees shadows that are not really there making him on the move very often. He wears a black T-shirt that tucks into his knee-ripped jeans, wearing comfortable tennis shoes. He has a wrist watch on his left wrist and a locket of his wife around his neck.
Special Skills: Picklocking, mediocre marksman.
Job: Taxi Driver
Home: A poor suited apartment in London City.
Vehicle: Taxi cab
Brief Background: Born in Iran, Naveed is a simple taxi driver trying to earn enough keep to feed his family. Working long odd hours, he contracted a severe case of insomnia in which he found himself rarely being able to sleep. His loving wife, Daria, followed him to London from Iran in hopes to start a new life in an industrialized world. He sought sanctuary in London due to the famine and poverty that spreads through Iran. Naveed is a family man, working all night and day to make sure his wife Daria is safe from harm.
Naveed experiences much racial tension ever since the bombing in America. This usually disrupts business due to the constant fear of his wild kamikaze killing sprees. Even if Naveed follows the Christian Orthodox church. His home life is well below average, (being a taxi driver he does not make much wage). He lives in a shoddy apartment en-roached with mold, insects and other disturbances.
Other: Because of his shoddy home life, he often had to pick lock his apartment door to even get in his own house.
Re: Pandemic (Virus/Zombie Survival Roleplay)
I've set up an NPC database for significant people in your character's lives, so we can keep track and have some significant deaths to add drama, so please post family members, partners, or anyone you think is significant, but try to keep it at under five people or it'll get confusing >.>
The link is: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/pandemic-significant-npcs-t24484.html
The link is: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/pandemic-significant-npcs-t24484.html
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To add the blood I looked up some blood splat effects and I cut them out using the Polygon cut tool at a close distance. ( Like 400%) and pasted them on ^^
New Sig! Took a few minutes..A little goofy looking as when I blurred the arm it looked like crap so I ..I think I tiled it or something.
But, turned out well. My siggy is still mah fav tho <3
New Sig! Took a few minutes..A little goofy looking as when I blurred the arm it looked like crap so I ..I think I tiled it or something.
But, turned out well. My siggy is still mah fav tho <3
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It's ok now, managed to make it myself XD lol though i found it hard adding the blood, i wanted a bit more on her but i couldnt do much without making it look stupid :S
