RPG
Introduction
The Lingering - Closed
Post Order:
TheTrooper
Aveline
Lyakios
Dig17
Gabriel_Whist (He's left, so skip)
Tartra
Rawrr
Nomadiac
Kari.Kills
SoaringArrow
RinceWind
Everyone you know has gone. They have vanished, uploaded themselves to a computer known as the Mainframe, in thrall to the Group. But you've survived. You're left on this Earth, alone, your only company a pack of strangers who are part of the same group as you: the Lingering. You all organised to meet before the Transfer, in the city of Nouvelle-Paris. And so, finally, you have met, after years of waiting.
But you must be prepared. The Mainframe will soon discover your existence, if it hasn't already. A flash of movement, a sound as someone trips over, they will find you, sooner or later. The drones will come. And you must be prepared for that. You have to be. Otherwise, you will die.
You brought weapons and ammunition, as the Lingering advised in its communications. You have trained with them and know how to use them. The Lingering were split into groups of around ten at the Council a few hours ago. You are now bunkering down in a building with your fellow group-members. You are waiting for the drones to come. You have seen them, and they will see you. Then, let the battles begin.
(By the way, check in the OOC for questions and answers)
Current Spots (Sorry, can't have any more)
10 spots: 5 male and 5 female. Maximum of 6 in one gender (which would mean 4 in the other). All part of the Lingering. NO MORE SUBMISSIONS.
EDIT: There are now 7 males, and a total of 11. Slightly unbalanced, 7-4, but we'll try to deal with it.
Roles Taken
6 males (Nomadiac, dig17, Tartra, Lykaios, Rincewind, TheTrooper, Gabriel_Whist); 4 females (Rawrr, Aveline, kairi.kills, soaring-arrow).
The Character Skeleton
Thanks to Ylanne, who made this character skeleton.
But you must be prepared. The Mainframe will soon discover your existence, if it hasn't already. A flash of movement, a sound as someone trips over, they will find you, sooner or later. The drones will come. And you must be prepared for that. You have to be. Otherwise, you will die.
You brought weapons and ammunition, as the Lingering advised in its communications. You have trained with them and know how to use them. The Lingering were split into groups of around ten at the Council a few hours ago. You are now bunkering down in a building with your fellow group-members. You are waiting for the drones to come. You have seen them, and they will see you. Then, let the battles begin.
(By the way, check in the OOC for questions and answers)
Current Spots (Sorry, can't have any more)
10 spots: 5 male and 5 female. Maximum of 6 in one gender (which would mean 4 in the other). All part of the Lingering. NO MORE SUBMISSIONS.
EDIT: There are now 7 males, and a total of 11. Slightly unbalanced, 7-4, but we'll try to deal with it.
Roles Taken
6 males (Nomadiac, dig17, Tartra, Lykaios, Rincewind, TheTrooper, Gabriel_Whist); 4 females (Rawrr, Aveline, kairi.kills, soaring-arrow).
The Character Skeleton
Thanks to Ylanne, who made this character skeleton.
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[b]Full Name:[/b] The character’s full, complete, and legal name.
[b]Name at birth:[/b] Same thing, but only if it was different when the character was born, i.e. if s/he changed name because of marriage, adoption, religious conversion, or other reason. (No dodgy things like Darkness Poison-Ivy Valence or something. This is not a bad fantasy RP. This is a sci-fi RP, but still fairly realistic. Think of it as what might happen in the future, not as another world.)
[b]Aliases/Nicknames (if any):[/b] Any aliases or nicknames that the character is addressed by, referred to as, or uses for whatever purpose on any regular basis.
[b]Preferred name:[/b] What name the character prefers to be addressed by. For example, foreign exchange student Yeonggwang goes by ‘Paul’, or Nicholas goes by ‘Nicky’. It may also be that someone is referred to primarily by their surname, or by their complete, unabbreviated forename.
[b]Age/Date of Birth:[/b] Both the character’s age at the start of the story, or ‘canon’, as well as the complete date of birth with the appropriate calendar. This RP uses the Gregorian (normal) calendar. (Human lifespans are longer in this RP, the average being about 110 years. Aging still goes at much the same rate.)
[b]Sex:[/b] Male or female.
[b]Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:[/b] How does the character identify his or her gender? What is his or her sexual orientation? This may be ‘heterosexual’, ‘homosexual’, ‘transgender’, or whatever pleases the character in question.
[b]Race/Ethnicity:[/b] What is the character’s race? This may be ‘White/Caucasian’ or ‘Black/African-American’ for example. It may also include nationality, or ethnic group. Hispanic or Latino status should be denoted here.
[b]Skin Tone:[/b] What is the character’s skin tone? This may be ‘dark brown’, ‘light brown’, ‘olive’, ‘pale’, ‘albino’, or perhaps even some fantastical hue for a non-realistic character. (Only realistic human colours allowed in this RP)
[b]Height:[/b] The character’s height, in the most accepted unit. This may be realistic, inches or centimeters, or may be specific to the universe or culture. (Give both units i.e. metric and imperial. If you don't know how to use one of the many units of measurement converters on the Web.)
[b]Weight:[/b] The character’s weight, in the most accepted unit. (Same as above)
[b]Build:[/b] What is the character’s build? Slender, athletic, frail, sturdy, stocky, muscular, or plump may be some of the adjectives that come to mind.
[b]Eyes:[/b] What is the character’s eye color? Be specific without using purple prose. For instance, ‘light brown’, or ‘hazel’, or ‘black’, or ‘pale blue’ would be acceptable. If the character wears contacts that change the natural eye color, both colors should be noted and explained. (It's AD 2850: your character may have fake bionic eyes or something if so desired.)
[b]Hair:[/b] What is the character’s hair color? Be specific without using purple prose. Also describe the texture, thickness, length, style, and any other significant attributes, such as whether it is oily or particularly shiny. If it is dyed, has highlights, or otherwise has unnatural alterations, those should be noted and explained.
[b]Clothes Style:[/b] What style of clothes does the character wear? With very few exceptions (such as a story that takes place over one day, or in a prison or boarding school where students wear uniforms), your character will not be wearing the same outfit throughout the story. Does your character follow fashion trends? What materials, colors, and type of clothes does the character wear? Where does he or she obtain the clothes? Are they ethnic or traditional clothes? Is the character promiscuous or modest? (Clothes in this RP will follow much the same trends as now.)
[b]Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:[/b] Describe the location, size, and appearance of any tattoos, piercings, marks (such as moles or birthmarks), scars, or other notable or significant physical traits not already discussed.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Describe the character’s appearance without reiterating anything already said. Anything that has not been said in this category that should be noted will be described and explained here. A note – this is physical appearance only. Equipment and such will follow later.
[b]Religion:[/b] Does the character have a religious affiliation or sense of spirituality? Has the character ever converted to or from a religious affiliation or sense of spirituality? Describe in detail the character’s religious or spiritual beliefs or experiences. (All other religions have been suppressed by the Group, so the likelihood of your character being brought up in a religion other than the Group is very low.)
[b]Education:[/b] How educated is the character? Is he or she literate? Does he or she have a secondary school diploma (or equivalent)? What about higher education? Is he or she still in school? Describe in detail the sort of education the character has, noting and explaining any degrees or academic honors or awards. (The education system is practically the same as now.)
[b]Languages spoken:[/b] What languages does the character speak, including his or her native language(s)? Specifically, what dialect of each language does he or she speak? When, how, and why did the character learn any secondary languages? (This RP uses all current languages with no alterations other than some new words for technology. However, all characters must know English, as this is the language of the Group which has assumed control over the entire population.)
[b]Weapons (if any):[/b] Does the character have any weapons or other sorts of equipment? What are they, how did he or she obtain them, and why does he or she keep them? Has the character ever lost or had confiscated any weapons or equipment? What were they, and why did this happen? (No katanas or shurikens or that sort of stuff here. Firearms are still based on bullets: prototypes of guns using directed-energy have been made but are hidden and not very effective. You can use anything that's in common use today and make it more effective if you wish so.)
[b]Occupation(s):[/b] What is the character’s occupation? Does he or she have multiple concurrent occupations or jobs? When did he or she start? How high up on the ladder is the character? (Your character's occupation will mean almost nothing here. Only the skills learnt there will help.)
[b]Past Occupation(s):[/b] What past occupation(s) has the character had? Did he or she have multiple concurrent occupations or jobs? How long did each last, and when was the character employed? By whom? And how far did the character advance? Most importantly, why is the character no longer employed in these former positions.
[b]Special Abilities/Skills:[/b] Does the character have any other special abilities or skills, whether highly desirable or not? Talents, learned skills, and such may all be listed here. (No mutations or super-powers are in this RP. There was never a massive nuclear event which nearly drove humanity extinct and left the survivors with ultra-telekinetic powers in this future.)
[b]Activities/Organizations:[/b] What sorts of activities does the character engage in? What organizations is he or she actively supporting or participating in, and what organizations is the character loosely affiliated with? What sorts of activities and affiliations has the character had in the past and why are they no longer current?
[b]Hobbies:[/b] What sorts of hobbies does the character engage in? Anything such as knitting, collecting money, or listening to music may be listed here.
[b]Interests:[/b] Any other interests that the character has or has had, such as philosophy, economics, or weaponry.
[b]Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:[/b] What are the character’s most significant problems or flaws? Does he or she have any addictions or bad habits? What about criminal history? Does the character have any disabilities or psychological disorders? If so, what are they, when and how did they onset, and when were they diagnosed? To what degree is the character affected, and what is being done about it? Most importantly, what is the character’s attitude toward his or her flaws or disabilities?
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Where, city and province or state, was the character born?
[b]Current Relationship Status:[/b] Is the character currently in a romantic relationship? With whom? When did it start? Is the relationship healthy or unhealthy?
[b]Relationship History:[/b] What sorts of romantic relationships has the character had in the past? With whom? When did they start, how long did they last, and why and how did they end? Were they healthy or unhealthy?
[b]Family:[/b] Who is in the character’s family? Immediate? Siblings? Children? With whom is the character in contact? How are the relationships? Healthy or unhealthy? Why? Also, describe both the current family relationships and childhood relationships with family.
[b]Other Biographical Remarks:[/b] Write the rest of the character’s biographical information. Anything that was missed, or not expounded on already.
[b]Picture:[/b] (Optional: no anime, only realistic pictures. This is not to be taken as a substitute for your physical description, only as something to flesh your character out further.)
Rules
1. Please obey RPGateway's rules.
2. Please obey this RP's rules and my directions.
3. Literacy and a high standard of writing are needed. I want very good spelling and grammar, with commas in the write places and their/they're-s etc. correct (I understand if you make small, accidental errors, but please, it's nice to have people for once actually write properly). No one-liners or posts less than five sentences, otherwise you will be warned and if you do it again, you will be removed. The minimum post length is two paragraphs. If you cannot accomplish this than DO NOT JOIN. (Seriously, TWO PARAGRAPHS: not asking a lot of people who have joined a forum that is for writing.)
4. Keep it fairly realistic. For example, what not to do: The bullet, carrying the power of Death himself, barrelled through the drone's head, sending flashes of lightning-bolt electricity flying through the air. Gary Stu, using his incredible agility and reflexes, jumped to his left and dodged the burning stream, which still singed his flowing, magically white and pure hair as it shot past him and crashed into the brick wall. I'm sorry, but that is somewhat unlikely to happen in real life.
5. You should post at least once a week. I have a life outside of this, you have a life outside of this, and it's not asking that much. If you can't post for one week, PM me and I'll excuse you. If you go missing then I'll have to remove your character. The story has to go on.
6. Along with your character, you will need to submit a writing sample. Both of these will be judged. PM your writing sample to me (Nomadiac). Your sample can be anything that's fictional and not poetry, and doesn't need to be from the point of view of your character.
7. Violence, profanity and romance are allowed, to a certain extent. Don't go overboard, and if you have to do it, don't describe it. Just skip it. I'll warn you if you go too far, but if you ignore my warnings three times, you will be removed.
8. If there are any racist or discriminatory overtones in a post that are not a reasonable part of your character, then you will be kicked out and reported. NO QUESTIONS. That is final.
9. No god-modding. This will also get you removed if you do it more than once. If you want to do something with another player, you've PM-ed them and they've accepted, then PM me and I'll let you.
10. No flaming or insulting other players. As above.
11. If you have any constructive suggestions to make this RP better, then PM me.
12. Lastly and most importantly, have fun! Don't take this RP too seriously. I mean, try to do your best, but don't worry overly much.
2. Please obey this RP's rules and my directions.
3. Literacy and a high standard of writing are needed. I want very good spelling and grammar, with commas in the write places and their/they're-s etc. correct (I understand if you make small, accidental errors, but please, it's nice to have people for once actually write properly). No one-liners or posts less than five sentences, otherwise you will be warned and if you do it again, you will be removed. The minimum post length is two paragraphs. If you cannot accomplish this than DO NOT JOIN. (Seriously, TWO PARAGRAPHS: not asking a lot of people who have joined a forum that is for writing.)
4. Keep it fairly realistic. For example, what not to do: The bullet, carrying the power of Death himself, barrelled through the drone's head, sending flashes of lightning-bolt electricity flying through the air. Gary Stu, using his incredible agility and reflexes, jumped to his left and dodged the burning stream, which still singed his flowing, magically white and pure hair as it shot past him and crashed into the brick wall. I'm sorry, but that is somewhat unlikely to happen in real life.
5. You should post at least once a week. I have a life outside of this, you have a life outside of this, and it's not asking that much. If you can't post for one week, PM me and I'll excuse you. If you go missing then I'll have to remove your character. The story has to go on.
6. Along with your character, you will need to submit a writing sample. Both of these will be judged. PM your writing sample to me (Nomadiac). Your sample can be anything that's fictional and not poetry, and doesn't need to be from the point of view of your character.
7. Violence, profanity and romance are allowed, to a certain extent. Don't go overboard, and if you have to do it, don't describe it. Just skip it. I'll warn you if you go too far, but if you ignore my warnings three times, you will be removed.
8. If there are any racist or discriminatory overtones in a post that are not a reasonable part of your character, then you will be kicked out and reported. NO QUESTIONS. That is final.
9. No god-modding. This will also get you removed if you do it more than once. If you want to do something with another player, you've PM-ed them and they've accepted, then PM me and I'll let you.
10. No flaming or insulting other players. As above.
11. If you have any constructive suggestions to make this RP better, then PM me.
12. Lastly and most importantly, have fun! Don't take this RP too seriously. I mean, try to do your best, but don't worry overly much.
Reviews
24/30
Characterization: Proficient
Plot: Proficient
Depth: Proficient
Style: Advanced
Mechanics: Advanced
Overall: Advanced
Circ wrote:This idea for The Lingering, while fundamentally unoriginal, is spun off in a way that makes brings new life and interest to a post-apocalyptic future dominated by machinery. Fear and budding tension are the names of the game as the characters discover one another amongst the refuse of places they formerly knew as home. Although still developing, this story has promise and is full of suspense. While not enthralling, the writing is clear and articulate. The characters, while still acting the part one comes to expect after seeing enough B-movies of this style, retain their soul. I look forward to seeing more from this RP.
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4 postsEarth, AD 2850
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8 postsNouvelle-Paris
You are in the city of Nouvelle-Paris, formerly the biggest city in Continental Europe. Since the Transfer it has been lifeless, except for a small band of stragglers known as the Lingering.
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OOC Notes
(OOC: If you haven't already, check the OOC. There is a post order being developed there.)
Dark. Black. Inside the house and outside. Inside his head and outside. Aidan couldn't escape it.
He crouched there, waiting for the sound. The doors would be blown clean off their hinges. The drones would enter. And then the battle would begin.
He could hear himself, the others, the panting, sense the adrenaline-filled atmosphere in the house. Even though this fight would likely kill him, even though he could die in the next few moments, he was excited. He had been readying for a fight for so long, and he would have a fight. It was a wish come true.
But he also hated. He hated himself. He hated himself for everything that had happened, for his family, for his friends. They had been lost to him, and he had caused it. He had deliberately ostracised them, grown apart from them. Stop blaming yourself, a voice said. It was the right thing to do. You couldn't have lived with them knowing what you knew.
But always when he was like this, the voice of reason lost. He went on hating, hating himself, and so he would continue. That was his world.
But he snapped back to the outside, and he could hear the drones, hear their clattering on the steel path outside. They were coming.
Dark. Black. Inside the house and outside. Inside his head and outside. Aidan couldn't escape it.
He crouched there, waiting for the sound. The doors would be blown clean off their hinges. The drones would enter. And then the battle would begin.
He could hear himself, the others, the panting, sense the adrenaline-filled atmosphere in the house. Even though this fight would likely kill him, even though he could die in the next few moments, he was excited. He had been readying for a fight for so long, and he would have a fight. It was a wish come true.
But he also hated. He hated himself. He hated himself for everything that had happened, for his family, for his friends. They had been lost to him, and he had caused it. He had deliberately ostracised them, grown apart from them. Stop blaming yourself, a voice said. It was the right thing to do. You couldn't have lived with them knowing what you knew.
But always when he was like this, the voice of reason lost. He went on hating, hating himself, and so he would continue. That was his world.
But he snapped back to the outside, and he could hear the drones, hear their clattering on the steel path outside. They were coming.
OOC Notes
Owen ached deep in his bones; the tension filled the room as if a dam had burst. He’d heard that the Group had begun to take military action and he watched himself as people he’d befriended in Nouvelle-Paris began to disappear. First the new acquaintance, as Owen had constantly tried to meet different people, right up to the first person he’d befriended upon entering the city so long ago. He missed her already. Always for anyone she’d have a smile on her face and she’s the only person he knew that even had potential for out-drinking his father.
He had been in love.
How could he have been so stupid in his inaction? As the people dwindled he’d found himself ignoring the facts, taking smaller side alleys instead of main roads. Going to smaller hole-in-the-wall shops and cafés instead of visiting the grand malls the city was known for.
It mattered little now though. The hum of the drones filled the street outside and Owen tightened his fist, feeling the leather and studs of the caestus along his knuckles and wrist. Panic filled his gut but he forced it down, it would do no one any good to begin screaming in blind fear, least of all his fellow Lingering.
He had been in love.
How could he have been so stupid in his inaction? As the people dwindled he’d found himself ignoring the facts, taking smaller side alleys instead of main roads. Going to smaller hole-in-the-wall shops and cafés instead of visiting the grand malls the city was known for.
It mattered little now though. The hum of the drones filled the street outside and Owen tightened his fist, feeling the leather and studs of the caestus along his knuckles and wrist. Panic filled his gut but he forced it down, it would do no one any good to begin screaming in blind fear, least of all his fellow Lingering.
OOC Notes
Franchesca kept herself low in the house, up against the darkest corner. Adrenaline ran through her body, from excitement and fear. She heard them coming, and each second they got closer. She held her gun tightly in her hand up against her chest. She let out a small low sigh. She hated the feeling of being hunted down, but she was happy that she could potentially let all her frustrations out on something she loathed; her hand lightly shaking. She closed her eyes listening to the dreaded noise that everyone anticipated to come through the door.
It was either kill or be killed and she was not going to be killed.
She opened her eyes again and scanned the dark room, as much as some of these people irritated her, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. She did not want to be alone again.
She blamed her family for leaving her, she blamed herself for staying. Franchesca’s thoughts lingered to what it might have been like to leave with the rest of them; at least she would have been with people she knew. But all this didn’t matter anymore; she was here, with the self-loathing of not listening to what people said and its gratification. “Ay. . .” she thought rolling her eyes as she waited for the horrid sound to finally get here, she hated to wait for too long and EVERYTHING seemed to be moving in slow motion.
It was either kill or be killed and she was not going to be killed.
She opened her eyes again and scanned the dark room, as much as some of these people irritated her, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. She did not want to be alone again.
She blamed her family for leaving her, she blamed herself for staying. Franchesca’s thoughts lingered to what it might have been like to leave with the rest of them; at least she would have been with people she knew. But all this didn’t matter anymore; she was here, with the self-loathing of not listening to what people said and its gratification. “Ay. . .” she thought rolling her eyes as she waited for the horrid sound to finally get here, she hated to wait for too long and EVERYTHING seemed to be moving in slow motion.
OOC Notes
The pavements were shiny with rain, the streetlights spreading their reflections across the roads like a glass floor to the sky turned up-side-down. Sean crept around the corner of a whitewashed building, half looking at the crumpled, wet map in he was trying to read in the gloom and half looking at the empty street in front of him. It was round here somewhere, he knew it was. If only his map hadn’t all blurred when he’d dropped it getting off the ferry, then he might have got here on time. He stopped under a streetlight and swore. The once-distinct lines on the map were blurred and the colours swirled into each other. The black biro dot in the middle of the mess was unaffected by the water, and was his destination, if he ever found it. The biro instructions on finding the building on the back of the map wavered as he looked at them, and warped into shapes his mind refused to make sense of. He swore under his breath.
Noises startled him and he jumped out of the light and slipped between two buildings. The drones were coming . . . Panic made him fidget. He had to keep moving . . . he had to find the Lingering’s hideout. He moved out of his hiding place, keeping his eyes on every dark area of the street, or trying to. His feet splashed through the puddles, but his feet and clothes were already sodden from his fall so he didn’t care. He paused as the noises, clattering feet on concrete, came closer and closer, took a quick glance at his blurred map and changed direction. He’d take the backstreets . . . they’d be safer.
He ran for another twenty minutes, looking at every back door he passed. Surely they wouldn’t have gone in the front way? He stopped for breath and listened to the night. People’s voice, the ones who had no choice, he guessed. Nobody could leave their families. Or . . . most people couldn’t. He thought of his mates back home and his family . . . they had left him behind. Or had he left them? The drones’ footfalls still came down hard, echoing in the streets and through the back alleys.
Another noise distracted him, bringing him back to his senses. He had to keep moving or they’d find him and make him upload. He looked around the alley, but there was nothing there, not even a rat or stray animal. He walked towards the nearest door, a battered old thing. He didn’t think the place was even inhabited but something, instinct perhaps, made him press his ear against the peeling paint. Nothing. He put his hand against the frame and pulled back instantly. A splinter stuck out the end of his finger. He swore and looked at the frame closer. Someone had carved their initials on it, he guessed, trying to see in the darkness of the alley. He felt it with his fingers again, carefully this time. A small ‘L’.
Just one letter? Most people had two, he thought, but he didn’t care for words. Maybe they had been caught before they could finish carving the other letter?
Then it struck him. L. The Lingering. L — Lingering . . .!
Hardly daring to believe it and knocked on the door. “Hello?” he hissed, panicky as he became aware that the sound of the feet seemed to be coming from the front of the building now.
Noises startled him and he jumped out of the light and slipped between two buildings. The drones were coming . . . Panic made him fidget. He had to keep moving . . . he had to find the Lingering’s hideout. He moved out of his hiding place, keeping his eyes on every dark area of the street, or trying to. His feet splashed through the puddles, but his feet and clothes were already sodden from his fall so he didn’t care. He paused as the noises, clattering feet on concrete, came closer and closer, took a quick glance at his blurred map and changed direction. He’d take the backstreets . . . they’d be safer.
He ran for another twenty minutes, looking at every back door he passed. Surely they wouldn’t have gone in the front way? He stopped for breath and listened to the night. People’s voice, the ones who had no choice, he guessed. Nobody could leave their families. Or . . . most people couldn’t. He thought of his mates back home and his family . . . they had left him behind. Or had he left them? The drones’ footfalls still came down hard, echoing in the streets and through the back alleys.
Another noise distracted him, bringing him back to his senses. He had to keep moving or they’d find him and make him upload. He looked around the alley, but there was nothing there, not even a rat or stray animal. He walked towards the nearest door, a battered old thing. He didn’t think the place was even inhabited but something, instinct perhaps, made him press his ear against the peeling paint. Nothing. He put his hand against the frame and pulled back instantly. A splinter stuck out the end of his finger. He swore and looked at the frame closer. Someone had carved their initials on it, he guessed, trying to see in the darkness of the alley. He felt it with his fingers again, carefully this time. A small ‘L’.
Just one letter? Most people had two, he thought, but he didn’t care for words. Maybe they had been caught before they could finish carving the other letter?
Then it struck him. L. The Lingering. L — Lingering . . .!
Hardly daring to believe it and knocked on the door. “Hello?” he hissed, panicky as he became aware that the sound of the feet seemed to be coming from the front of the building now.
OOC Notes
Well, this sucked. The last people left on the planet and they couldn't find a nicer place to hide? A mansion, a castle, a... a hotel room, something that looked like it'd been built this century. Or this millennium. Hell - the place was so damn dark, it could've been a cave. That'd at least explain the smell. It was raining outside too, though, so maybe everyone stank because of that. Not him. Daniel Daoust kept clean. Hygiene was always important, but in case anyone here needed another reason, it was common sense to shower more than once a month. He hadn't even bothered trying to talk to them yet. They were panicking anyway, locked away in their miserable worlds, refusing to admit how fantastic it was to be the final scrapes of the life in this mess.
He didn't 'get' the rush to upload when his friends started doing it. In hindsight, he wondered if there'd been a rush at all. These drones or whatever they were called, the name he heard mumbled by voices sounding less than right in the head, hadn’t gotten so famous because they were polite. From what he’d figured out, which wasn’t much ‘cause no one seemed to want to live long enough to give him a straight answer, he and whoever else was here – or on their way here – were being hunted by those things. What were they? To be honest, he couldn’t care less. The last job he’d been at had some stupid construction theme. It’d been forever ago, but he’d had the sense to keep the one thing that’d turned out useful: a nice titanium sledgehammer, light enough to swing with one hand and strong enough to smash in a tank. Alright, maybe not a tank, but something big, and he’d bet his sexy ass that no matter what those ‘drones’ were, he’d cave their heads in long before they realized he was in the room. Stealth: his friend, his lover and his life. Did anyone wanna know what helped with stealth? Bathing. Seriously! Had he stepped in something? These shoes were new.
He heard knocking.
“One of you get that,” Daniel muttered, marching to sit on the stairs. “But make sure it can’t kill us before you open the door.”
This was so sad. He was stuck with people he felt like he had to explain this to. There was zero professionalism in here and he’d be dead in a week if he stayed, trying to keep their sorry butts alive. He’d take off when he had the chance, only because he wasn’t so selfish that’d he die and deprive the world. Until then, he’d hang on to ol’ sledgey. That was all he needed to get through this.
...
... Maybe... he should move farther away from the door. Yeah. That sounded better. He could kick any drone’s ass no problem, but no point in being on the warpath, right? He moved higher up the stairs. Then a little more, just to be sure. Nothing wrong with being careful, and careful was all it was.
Really.
He didn't 'get' the rush to upload when his friends started doing it. In hindsight, he wondered if there'd been a rush at all. These drones or whatever they were called, the name he heard mumbled by voices sounding less than right in the head, hadn’t gotten so famous because they were polite. From what he’d figured out, which wasn’t much ‘cause no one seemed to want to live long enough to give him a straight answer, he and whoever else was here – or on their way here – were being hunted by those things. What were they? To be honest, he couldn’t care less. The last job he’d been at had some stupid construction theme. It’d been forever ago, but he’d had the sense to keep the one thing that’d turned out useful: a nice titanium sledgehammer, light enough to swing with one hand and strong enough to smash in a tank. Alright, maybe not a tank, but something big, and he’d bet his sexy ass that no matter what those ‘drones’ were, he’d cave their heads in long before they realized he was in the room. Stealth: his friend, his lover and his life. Did anyone wanna know what helped with stealth? Bathing. Seriously! Had he stepped in something? These shoes were new.
He heard knocking.
“One of you get that,” Daniel muttered, marching to sit on the stairs. “But make sure it can’t kill us before you open the door.”
This was so sad. He was stuck with people he felt like he had to explain this to. There was zero professionalism in here and he’d be dead in a week if he stayed, trying to keep their sorry butts alive. He’d take off when he had the chance, only because he wasn’t so selfish that’d he die and deprive the world. Until then, he’d hang on to ol’ sledgey. That was all he needed to get through this.
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... Maybe... he should move farther away from the door. Yeah. That sounded better. He could kick any drone’s ass no problem, but no point in being on the warpath, right? He moved higher up the stairs. Then a little more, just to be sure. Nothing wrong with being careful, and careful was all it was.
Really.
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It was far too dark to feel any comfort, but the very fact that there were people around April, she knew this wouldn't be a lost cause in just hiding out until they're found. Nestled comfortably in her baggy hoodie, April let forth a drawn-out sigh, closing her eyes briefly. She wanted to hum, she wanted to sing herself to sleep, but the fear that the 'drones' might find them was much too overpowering for her to feel any comfort in doing the things she enjoyed. How did she get here? Easy. A determined and ambitious search of others. Quiet and minding her own business, April didn't look at all harmful, maybe a little hopeless but she couldn't injure a thing it seemed. The beginning of this worldwide crisis had went by as if a brief flash, leaving April dumbfounded and one by one, her family disappeared, uploading themselves into the new belief. April had too much guts to stay put and flee, before she was forced to as well. But not enough guts to fight as often you'll see. She'd rather press her tail between her legs and dash for the dark.
Opening those dusty-hued eyes, the woman flinched at the knock that sounded off the door. That can't be the 'drones', from what she believes, those things barge in. With an exaggerated speed, April jumped to her feet to open up. But as she began walking towards the door, it seemed her whole frame started sinking into itself with the fear that suddenly overtook her. Maybe they were masking it up. The voice, the sound. And with fear dominating her entire being, April suddenly stopped right in front of the door. If these were the 'drones' she'd be dead if they suddenly barged in, what with the heavy door. But since some sort of unlikely bravery took over her, April called out quietly.
"Who's there?..." Thin hands pressed to the wood, she allowed her cheek and side of her head to press as well. Maybe she'd hear the mechanical sound, react quicker and alert the others, but currently she heard nothing of that sort. A breath of relief was in order, but for one reason or another, she didn't feel like she needed to be relieved just yet.
Opening those dusty-hued eyes, the woman flinched at the knock that sounded off the door. That can't be the 'drones', from what she believes, those things barge in. With an exaggerated speed, April jumped to her feet to open up. But as she began walking towards the door, it seemed her whole frame started sinking into itself with the fear that suddenly overtook her. Maybe they were masking it up. The voice, the sound. And with fear dominating her entire being, April suddenly stopped right in front of the door. If these were the 'drones' she'd be dead if they suddenly barged in, what with the heavy door. But since some sort of unlikely bravery took over her, April called out quietly.
"Who's there?..." Thin hands pressed to the wood, she allowed her cheek and side of her head to press as well. Maybe she'd hear the mechanical sound, react quicker and alert the others, but currently she heard nothing of that sort. A breath of relief was in order, but for one reason or another, she didn't feel like she needed to be relieved just yet.
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Freezing up wasn't something you did unless you wanted to get shot. There was no problem with getting shot with Alexander, in fact he kept a small shard of metal in his pocket just so he could take the coward's way out if they ever caught him. Freezing up wasn't a choice when you had a fate worse than death to contend with. So when someone started rapping on the door Alex froze up. He wanted to do something, he really did and he actually had the weapons to do something. He could have risen from his spot and marched up to the door, he could have interrogated the man behind the door and made sure of his position as the dominant male in the pack with this simple act of bravery. He didn't though, and he loathed himself for it. The sharp taps the drones made as they stalked the city didn't help any either, the sudden spike in his heart rate when a flurry of them seemed to be a little louder than the others, the horrible feeling that he was about to die, then they would leave and he could would choke out a sigh of relief.
Even now, during one of the most nerve wracking moments of his life (not counting that little incident with the cops and a handful of acid) he couldn't help but allow his mind to stray from their current predicament and try to recall how he got here. It was easy for him to leave his family, he hadn't even known them that well anyway and as for friends? They were so quick to upload that they didn't even bother saying- oh my god was that a drone?! Alex swiveled and brandished his knife upward, near a small hole in the roof as he strained his hearing. No,no, it was just a rock right? Just a rock, he shook his head and returned to his original position. Waiting for the person on the other side to speak up.
Even now, during one of the most nerve wracking moments of his life (not counting that little incident with the cops and a handful of acid) he couldn't help but allow his mind to stray from their current predicament and try to recall how he got here. It was easy for him to leave his family, he hadn't even known them that well anyway and as for friends? They were so quick to upload that they didn't even bother saying- oh my god was that a drone?! Alex swiveled and brandished his knife upward, near a small hole in the roof as he strained his hearing. No,no, it was just a rock right? Just a rock, he shook his head and returned to his original position. Waiting for the person on the other side to speak up.
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What? So no one was going to answer it? Were they serious? No, really. He knew they were being hunted and whatever, but just letting the door go unanswered like that passed up a million great things it could've been. What if the army had shown up, huh? Or the cops? Yes, he knew they'd floated off to crazy brain-land, but maybe one or two others were still around. There had to be. He couldn't be only sane person left in this place. He was starting to get twitchy, too.
When that girl ran up to the door and started talking through it, he'd been excited. Fantastic! A leader! They wouldn't be horribly crippled when he took off for greener pastures. Maybe find another group, one that was better equipped, one the sense to hole up in a stronger joint than this place... or not, because he was going to be stuck here until little Miss. Not Actually in Charge started wasting everyone's time waiting for a response. And the others were getting jumping. One was waving a knife around at a roof. Daniel held his anti-Drone destructo-hammer closer to him. It worked perfectly badass on creepy serial killers and he should've let them know. That would've drawn attention to him though, which he'd normally have been alright with, but these were not the kinds of people to drop into 'adoring fan' mode. He didn't where the food was. If he threatened him, like he had every right to, he'd probably be the guy they went for when dinner rolled around.
"Just open it," Daniel said. "We're all armed. What the hell are you waiting for?"
Because there was no way he was getting stuck with door duty.
When that girl ran up to the door and started talking through it, he'd been excited. Fantastic! A leader! They wouldn't be horribly crippled when he took off for greener pastures. Maybe find another group, one that was better equipped, one the sense to hole up in a stronger joint than this place... or not, because he was going to be stuck here until little Miss. Not Actually in Charge started wasting everyone's time waiting for a response. And the others were getting jumping. One was waving a knife around at a roof. Daniel held his anti-Drone destructo-hammer closer to him. It worked perfectly badass on creepy serial killers and he should've let them know. That would've drawn attention to him though, which he'd normally have been alright with, but these were not the kinds of people to drop into 'adoring fan' mode. He didn't where the food was. If he threatened him, like he had every right to, he'd probably be the guy they went for when dinner rolled around.
"Just open it," Daniel said. "We're all armed. What the hell are you waiting for?"
Because there was no way he was getting stuck with door duty.
OOC Notes
[OOC; Sorry for the short post, I thought it would go faster without the fluff.]
"Just open it," --- "We're all armed. What the hell are you waiting for?"
April snapped her head towards Daniel, a startled expression washing over her features. "Don't yell at me, I don't see you opening the door," She hissed, then threw her attention towards the door again. What she did though was unlock the door, and quickly open it up whilst hiding behind it. Once it was wide open, the girl peeked outside from behind it. So far, it was rather quiet to tell the honest truth, save for the distant clattering of the drones, but trusting the surroundings was like trusting your previously cheating husband.
Once April spotted a blond man outside the door, she immediately rushed him inside, well, tried to, but she wasn't nearing him just yet, simply waved her arm in a gesture to get in. "Don't stand out there, idiot, get inside!" April hissed. And once he'd go inside, if he did, she'd slam the door closed in the quietest manner as she could and lock the several bolts.
"Just open it," --- "We're all armed. What the hell are you waiting for?"
April snapped her head towards Daniel, a startled expression washing over her features. "Don't yell at me, I don't see you opening the door," She hissed, then threw her attention towards the door again. What she did though was unlock the door, and quickly open it up whilst hiding behind it. Once it was wide open, the girl peeked outside from behind it. So far, it was rather quiet to tell the honest truth, save for the distant clattering of the drones, but trusting the surroundings was like trusting your previously cheating husband.
Once April spotted a blond man outside the door, she immediately rushed him inside, well, tried to, but she wasn't nearing him just yet, simply waved her arm in a gesture to get in. "Don't stand out there, idiot, get inside!" April hissed. And once he'd go inside, if he did, she'd slam the door closed in the quietest manner as she could and lock the several bolts.
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Sean waited awkwardly in the street, aware of the drones stomping around the other side of the house. Maybe it wasn’t and L after all . . . he wasn’t good with letters, never had been. And the reference had been a guess rather than anything he was sure of. Drips of water patted on the ground from the end of a broken gutter that hung out over the roof. He waited, and he thought he heard sounds from inside . . . but he couldn’t be sure. If nobody opened he had three choices: run for it or be caught, or smash the door in and hide anyway.
Just as his patience began to wear thin, he heard the sound of a bolt grating in a rusty lock and the door opened. A pretty young woman about Sean’s age, with blonde hair and wonderfully green eyes started at him a moment before she said, “Don't stand out there, idiot, get inside!” and beckoned him in.
He didn’t waste time with courtesies and did as he was told. He stepped into the dark, gloomy building and looked around. At first he thought it was a corridor, but then, when his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he saw it was more of an oblong-shaped room. People sat on the floor or stood, and he realised that his hunch had probably either been a very lucky guess or he’d stumbled upon another group of people who didn’t want to upload.
He blushed as he realised he must have scared many of them by knocking, but luckily it was too dark for anyone to see his face very clearly.
“Sorry . . .” he whispered to the woman who’d opened the door. “Didn’t mean to . . . nevermind. Thanks.” He smiled weakly at her and put his hands in his pockets. He then took a few steps into the room and sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the grimy wall. The room smelt strange compared to the fresh air outside, but it was warmer, which was a good thing, he thought.
He looked around at the faces of the other people and felt like an intruder. He felt the edges of the little map and the letter in his pocket. The letter hadn’t been for him, he shouldn’t even be here if this was the Lingering. He thought of his friend, letting the guilt slip through his skin like the rain through his clothes. He shouldn’t be here in this room. He sighed. Man, I need a fag . . . he thought.
Just as his patience began to wear thin, he heard the sound of a bolt grating in a rusty lock and the door opened. A pretty young woman about Sean’s age, with blonde hair and wonderfully green eyes started at him a moment before she said, “Don't stand out there, idiot, get inside!” and beckoned him in.
He didn’t waste time with courtesies and did as he was told. He stepped into the dark, gloomy building and looked around. At first he thought it was a corridor, but then, when his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he saw it was more of an oblong-shaped room. People sat on the floor or stood, and he realised that his hunch had probably either been a very lucky guess or he’d stumbled upon another group of people who didn’t want to upload.
He blushed as he realised he must have scared many of them by knocking, but luckily it was too dark for anyone to see his face very clearly.
“Sorry . . .” he whispered to the woman who’d opened the door. “Didn’t mean to . . . nevermind. Thanks.” He smiled weakly at her and put his hands in his pockets. He then took a few steps into the room and sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the grimy wall. The room smelt strange compared to the fresh air outside, but it was warmer, which was a good thing, he thought.
He looked around at the faces of the other people and felt like an intruder. He felt the edges of the little map and the letter in his pocket. The letter hadn’t been for him, he shouldn’t even be here if this was the Lingering. He thought of his friend, letting the guilt slip through his skin like the rain through his clothes. He shouldn’t be here in this room. He sighed. Man, I need a fag . . . he thought.
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Franchesca snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a banging at the door; her stomach turned. Then she heard a voice of the man, frantically knocking at the door. She let out a soft sigh as she sat in her corner staring at the door wanting to get up but unable to move. She put her hands up to her head, using the gun in her right hand to tap against her skull.
She stood up slowly her back pressing up against the wall. “One of you get that,” she heard someone say “but make sure it doesn’t kill us.” Franchesca grunted at this and if it wasn’t so dark she would glare at him but it was useless now. Hell he heard it he should go answer it. Her eyes looked over to the door thinking, if she were to open it then it would risk the drones finding them sooner and she did not want that at all.
A brave little thing mustered up the courage to ask who was there, which made Frachesca smile. Who did this woman think was there? It was either the drones or some other poor helpless soul. Then another voice seemingly impatient with the girl that had so bravely went up to the door. Franchesca was getting annoyed now and the anticipation was nagging at her. “Don’t yell at Me, I don’t see you opening the door,” the girl said back to him. This made Franchesca let out a low giggle.
When the girl finally let open the door there was enough light that illuminated the corner that Franchesca was standing in. A blond man seemingly frantic stood at the door and a rush of cold air flooded in. Franchesca held her breath as she watched the new stranger enter and take a seat on the floor. “Don’t get too comfortable.” Franchesca finally spoke in a cool manner although everything about her posture said otherwise; she couldn’t help her slight Spanish accent. Franchesca ran her fingers through her dark hair and slowly inched herself off the corner. She finally took a look around the room and back at the man. “Welcome.” Her eyes suddenly shifted towards the window then back at the floor.
She was in need of a good smoke, her nerves were killing her.
She stood up slowly her back pressing up against the wall. “One of you get that,” she heard someone say “but make sure it doesn’t kill us.” Franchesca grunted at this and if it wasn’t so dark she would glare at him but it was useless now. Hell he heard it he should go answer it. Her eyes looked over to the door thinking, if she were to open it then it would risk the drones finding them sooner and she did not want that at all.
A brave little thing mustered up the courage to ask who was there, which made Frachesca smile. Who did this woman think was there? It was either the drones or some other poor helpless soul. Then another voice seemingly impatient with the girl that had so bravely went up to the door. Franchesca was getting annoyed now and the anticipation was nagging at her. “Don’t yell at Me, I don’t see you opening the door,” the girl said back to him. This made Franchesca let out a low giggle.
When the girl finally let open the door there was enough light that illuminated the corner that Franchesca was standing in. A blond man seemingly frantic stood at the door and a rush of cold air flooded in. Franchesca held her breath as she watched the new stranger enter and take a seat on the floor. “Don’t get too comfortable.” Franchesca finally spoke in a cool manner although everything about her posture said otherwise; she couldn’t help her slight Spanish accent. Franchesca ran her fingers through her dark hair and slowly inched herself off the corner. She finally took a look around the room and back at the man. “Welcome.” Her eyes suddenly shifted towards the window then back at the floor.
She was in need of a good smoke, her nerves were killing her.
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Aidan looked at the newcomer. He was short and blond, but that was all he could tell in the dim light.
'Close the door,' he whispered. 'We don't want the drones to be able to shoot right in here, do we?'
'And get your guns ready,' he said to the group. 'Quick!' By the clattering and humming, the drones would arrive within seconds.
'You, blond guy, you'd better find a spot. If you've got a gun - '
Then the door was blown off its hinges.
Smoke wafted through the room, acrid and foul. Bullets flew into the gap where the door had been. They came bouncing back. Aidan looked through his scope. He could see the white outline of the drones, flickering with their electricity. He aimed the crosshairs at one, where the core computer would be. He could hear the metallic clangs as bullets dented the drones' armour and fell to the ground.
His finger tightened on the trigger -
And he saw the drone turn towards him. The arm that shot the signature drone weapon - a sticky bomb that exploded on contact - was extending.
Oh, fuck, he thought.
'Close the door,' he whispered. 'We don't want the drones to be able to shoot right in here, do we?'
'And get your guns ready,' he said to the group. 'Quick!' By the clattering and humming, the drones would arrive within seconds.
'You, blond guy, you'd better find a spot. If you've got a gun - '
Then the door was blown off its hinges.
Smoke wafted through the room, acrid and foul. Bullets flew into the gap where the door had been. They came bouncing back. Aidan looked through his scope. He could see the white outline of the drones, flickering with their electricity. He aimed the crosshairs at one, where the core computer would be. He could hear the metallic clangs as bullets dented the drones' armour and fell to the ground.
His finger tightened on the trigger -
And he saw the drone turn towards him. The arm that shot the signature drone weapon - a sticky bomb that exploded on contact - was extending.
Oh, fuck, he thought.
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Re: [OOC] The Lingering
*coughs*
I've been on holiday for over a week and I come back and nobody's posted . . .
Everyone dead? O.o
I've been on holiday for over a week and I come back and nobody's posted . . .
Everyone dead? O.o
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Sorry for the absence...the drones have multiple numbers of legs, from 2 to 6 depending on the model. They all have at least two arms, one which fires regular machine gun bullets and one which shoots sticky bombs. A small number have four arms, doubling up the existing weapons. They are made out of heavily engineered titanium and are in a general humanoid shape, though they don't have eyes (so to speak), but rather a full 360-degree sensor.
Hope that answers that Ok.
Hope that answers that Ok.
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Heyy, sorry I didn't post the other day, I had an unexpected adventure to the lands of no internet. >.<
Writing something now - will post within the hour or you can all shoot me. :P
Writing something now - will post within the hour or you can all shoot me. :P
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I dunno, never really thought of it...I guess I've always thought of it as cold and gloomy, so let's say winter. Except it hasn't started snowing yet.
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So this might seem like it's coming straight out of left field but uh, what season is this?
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I don't think we should post until Lyk does, cos we're basically making posts in which nothing happens except waiting for someone to open the door.
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As much as I loathe to say it.(Out of love for the dice, not hatred for Noms and Lyk) I agree with Noms and Lyk.
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I'm lost with this posting order thing. I'm voting we scrap it and just play how roleplays have always been played, just post in any order, whenever, and no double posting. Most people signed up to this seem to grasp how rps work, so there shouldn't be much of a propblem, and this will die if we don't do something. :/
*offers her two cents*
*offers her two cents*
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I'm in the middle of travelling right now. :/ I can post Friday, so you guys can either go ahead or wait if you really, really want to. Friday. Me. I'm on it.
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Tartra, your turn. :)
I don't think we're moving fast enough. The posting order's a great idea, but it only works when we have people who can post on time. I think we should make it looser, something like a free-for-all with restrictions. Some of these would be not being able to double post, and not being able to post within two days of your last post. Seriously: this RP will die at this rate.
I don't think we're moving fast enough. The posting order's a great idea, but it only works when we have people who can post on time. I think we should make it looser, something like a free-for-all with restrictions. Some of these would be not being able to double post, and not being able to post within two days of your last post. Seriously: this RP will die at this rate.
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Please, please, please skip. Not being able to do this makes me want to do it even more.
