RPGIntroduction
Plot: (I will keep it short and simple, I know no one really wants to read these things!)
There are two very different sections of the world as it is and was, and since the beginning of time they have hated each other. Ten years ago, a massive war broke out between the two sections, leaving both in a desperate scramble for dominance. One section, Kilanis, began developing superior nuclear technology. The other section, Lowell, was left in the dark about it until it was too late. Kilanis began a nuclear barrage as soon as the technology was stable enough to be used, but was not tested or perfected enough to work quite properly. Lowell was devastated through the attacks, and the majority were wiped out. Except for a select few. These few survived purely because of one mutant gene, what later became known as Gene 32 in the human anatomy. This gene was only present in 2% of the population and allowed these people to survive the massive amounts of nuclear radiation exposure, at a cost. The radiation may not have killed them, but depending on the specific type of gene, they mutated. Mutated and alone, those left alive colonized in an attempt to survive the now barren environment left behind by the nuclear devastation. However, this colony is rough and just getting started. It lacks defense systems and a stable source of food, which becomes a problem for one simple reason: Kilanis has realized their existence. Because Kilanis has realized what their bombs have created, they now fear the powers of the survived mutants and that they may rise up in a rebellion against them. They now seek to hunt down and destroy all living Lowell mutants. Luckily, they have not yet located the Lowell encampment, but it is only a matter of time before they do. That leaves the Lowell mutants scrambling to organize and prepare themselves for the second war. Which is where these come it:
The Mutants:
There are two specific breeds of mutants, the Physicals and the Aides.
Physicals: Those who produce a large, physically destructive power. These are the more dangerous mutants and produce a variety of different powers. Everything from elemental control, to telekinesis, to shape shifting falls under physicals. Each of these physicals is also paired up with an Aide in which to room with and look after and vise versa.
Aides: Those who produce a more subtle power. These powers are those such as healing, premonition, and the enhancement/neutralization of other peoples powers. These typically feed off of the powers of their Physicals.
Spots:
There are spots for 5 physicals and 5 aides.
Physicals:
[1] Lance Renn
[2] Leslie Shunter
[3] Renn Cohen
[4] Raine Mitchell
[5] Evania Sylbr
Aides:
[1] Samuel Downs
[2] Aideen Waltover
[3] The last spot left!!!
[4] Dane Williams
[5] Quinton Vix
If we are missing any by the time we want to start, we can create NPCs. No biggy. =]
RULES!:
1) No Godmolding. All powers must have weaknesses and faults as well as side effects that happen EVERY time your character uses their powers and increases with the use of it. If I feel like your powers are pushing the limits of God molding, I will speak to you about it. If you continue to ignore me, there will be consequences.
2) Please use an original character. I don't want to see a character you've seen on XMen or from DC. I understand if you want to use a similar power, but please, I dont want to see a a million Pheonixes. And no stupid powers like seduction or cat shapeshifting. >.>
3) Respect me as the creator and your fellow players. I can and may boot you out for disrespect.
4) Please be active. I dont want one post per two weeks unless there is a real reason... Also, please dont be one of those people who posts something new after every single post. Wait for everyone to input! Or at least the majority! Unless, of course, you and another character are doing something seperate from the others.
5) Please follow my character sheet. :D Its there for a reason.
6) NEW! Because spots are getting limited and competative, if you are interested in a spot, please dennote your interest in the OOC before submiting a character!
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age: (realistic, please. No 1972317261 year olds.)
Gender:
Physical/Aide/Position: (Example- Physical spot 4)
Power: (Please go into depth, no "controls stuff". I understand if your power is pretty self explannatory, though!)
Side Effects/Drawbacks to power:
Length of time in the camp: (Remember, its only been around 5 years)
Appearance: (A picture can suffice. Id rather it be anime, though. After all, this isnt exactly a realistic RP.)
Personality: (Please dont be a Mary-Sue. No one likes that.)
History/Bio: (I absolutely HATE writing these so I am not going to force you to make one. However, if you are applying for the leader position you MUST fill this section out. This is a test of literacy level and creativity.
Other: (Anything else you can think of! :D)
There are two very different sections of the world as it is and was, and since the beginning of time they have hated each other. Ten years ago, a massive war broke out between the two sections, leaving both in a desperate scramble for dominance. One section, Kilanis, began developing superior nuclear technology. The other section, Lowell, was left in the dark about it until it was too late. Kilanis began a nuclear barrage as soon as the technology was stable enough to be used, but was not tested or perfected enough to work quite properly. Lowell was devastated through the attacks, and the majority were wiped out. Except for a select few. These few survived purely because of one mutant gene, what later became known as Gene 32 in the human anatomy. This gene was only present in 2% of the population and allowed these people to survive the massive amounts of nuclear radiation exposure, at a cost. The radiation may not have killed them, but depending on the specific type of gene, they mutated. Mutated and alone, those left alive colonized in an attempt to survive the now barren environment left behind by the nuclear devastation. However, this colony is rough and just getting started. It lacks defense systems and a stable source of food, which becomes a problem for one simple reason: Kilanis has realized their existence. Because Kilanis has realized what their bombs have created, they now fear the powers of the survived mutants and that they may rise up in a rebellion against them. They now seek to hunt down and destroy all living Lowell mutants. Luckily, they have not yet located the Lowell encampment, but it is only a matter of time before they do. That leaves the Lowell mutants scrambling to organize and prepare themselves for the second war. Which is where these come it:
The Mutants:
There are two specific breeds of mutants, the Physicals and the Aides.
Physicals: Those who produce a large, physically destructive power. These are the more dangerous mutants and produce a variety of different powers. Everything from elemental control, to telekinesis, to shape shifting falls under physicals. Each of these physicals is also paired up with an Aide in which to room with and look after and vise versa.
Aides: Those who produce a more subtle power. These powers are those such as healing, premonition, and the enhancement/neutralization of other peoples powers. These typically feed off of the powers of their Physicals.
Spots:
There are spots for 5 physicals and 5 aides.
Physicals:
[1] Lance Renn
[2] Leslie Shunter
[3] Renn Cohen
[4] Raine Mitchell
[5] Evania Sylbr
Aides:
[1] Samuel Downs
[2] Aideen Waltover
[3] The last spot left!!!
[4] Dane Williams
[5] Quinton Vix
If we are missing any by the time we want to start, we can create NPCs. No biggy. =]
RULES!:
1) No Godmolding. All powers must have weaknesses and faults as well as side effects that happen EVERY time your character uses their powers and increases with the use of it. If I feel like your powers are pushing the limits of God molding, I will speak to you about it. If you continue to ignore me, there will be consequences.
2) Please use an original character. I don't want to see a character you've seen on XMen or from DC. I understand if you want to use a similar power, but please, I dont want to see a a million Pheonixes. And no stupid powers like seduction or cat shapeshifting. >.>
3) Respect me as the creator and your fellow players. I can and may boot you out for disrespect.
4) Please be active. I dont want one post per two weeks unless there is a real reason... Also, please dont be one of those people who posts something new after every single post. Wait for everyone to input! Or at least the majority! Unless, of course, you and another character are doing something seperate from the others.
5) Please follow my character sheet. :D Its there for a reason.
6) NEW! Because spots are getting limited and competative, if you are interested in a spot, please dennote your interest in the OOC before submiting a character!
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age: (realistic, please. No 1972317261 year olds.)
Gender:
Physical/Aide/Position: (Example- Physical spot 4)
Power: (Please go into depth, no "controls stuff". I understand if your power is pretty self explannatory, though!)
Side Effects/Drawbacks to power:
Length of time in the camp: (Remember, its only been around 5 years)
Appearance: (A picture can suffice. Id rather it be anime, though. After all, this isnt exactly a realistic RP.)
Personality: (Please dont be a Mary-Sue. No one likes that.)
History/Bio: (I absolutely HATE writing these so I am not going to force you to make one. However, if you are applying for the leader position you MUST fill this section out. This is a test of literacy level and creativity.
Other: (Anything else you can think of! :D)
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OOC Notes
The air was cold, it was early morning and the sun hadn’t yet risen enough to create the blistering heat that provided a stark contrast to the cold the night created. Such were the extremes of the barren desert wasteland the war had created. The sand beneath her feet left tracks as she walked, she could feel the heat from the previous day still trapped in it, feeling it releasing through her thin shoes. It felt almost as if she were walking on a heated floor throughout a rather small summer camp. There were five make-shift houses created through lean-to shanties. They were just thrown together shacks created from the scraps of metal and wood they could salvage in this barren land all placed sparsely in a crooked line. Facing opposite the “houses” were three other buildings, a small one on the left used for food and supplies storage, another small one on the right used for a hospital of sorts, and a rather large building between the two that the residents had deemed the capitol of their small encampment. The hospital was really a place for the injured, for injuries were common in a place with hidden shrapnel underneath the sand, to rest and wait for Aideen to come and fix them and a place for newly found food to be set and wait for inspection before being sent to the storage shed.
The capitol was a place for Lance and Samuel to hang out and run things. Other than Aideen and herself, everyone else had to report their daily for Lance to give them their daily chores to keep the camp in order. Some had to go find food and supplies with Aideen, some had to help build provisions with what little supplies they had with herself, and the remainder had to do general maintenance around the camp and keep tabs on supplies with Lance and Samuel. It was mundane, but it was needed. Lately, her and those assigned under her were busy working on a bomb shelter. They were currently only in the hole digging stage, but it was better than nothing. It was difficult with only crudely created shovels, but that was their life there. Everything was crudely made or scavenged. Stomachs were almost always empty or just barely full enough to survive and you lived in shacks just large enough to fit you and your partner and the small trinkets you held onto from before the devastation. It was a hell they were living in, but they were making the most of it. At least they were alive.
Leslie sighed as she trekked up to the capitol, Lance, Samuel, Aideen, and herself always had to be there earlier then the others to discuss the status of the food, supplies, and the rest of the camp. She wasn’t quite sure where Aideen was, which was something frowned upon in this “buddy system” society they had created, because Leslie had sort of wandered off before coming back to her duties. As she reached the door, she paused to look around, wondering who else was even up yet.
The capitol was a place for Lance and Samuel to hang out and run things. Other than Aideen and herself, everyone else had to report their daily for Lance to give them their daily chores to keep the camp in order. Some had to go find food and supplies with Aideen, some had to help build provisions with what little supplies they had with herself, and the remainder had to do general maintenance around the camp and keep tabs on supplies with Lance and Samuel. It was mundane, but it was needed. Lately, her and those assigned under her were busy working on a bomb shelter. They were currently only in the hole digging stage, but it was better than nothing. It was difficult with only crudely created shovels, but that was their life there. Everything was crudely made or scavenged. Stomachs were almost always empty or just barely full enough to survive and you lived in shacks just large enough to fit you and your partner and the small trinkets you held onto from before the devastation. It was a hell they were living in, but they were making the most of it. At least they were alive.
Leslie sighed as she trekked up to the capitol, Lance, Samuel, Aideen, and herself always had to be there earlier then the others to discuss the status of the food, supplies, and the rest of the camp. She wasn’t quite sure where Aideen was, which was something frowned upon in this “buddy system” society they had created, because Leslie had sort of wandered off before coming back to her duties. As she reached the door, she paused to look around, wondering who else was even up yet.
OOC Notes
The chilly air of the morning gave Raine shivers to the bone. He shook, rubbing his hands vigorously against his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. He rose from his bed of dirt and twigs and shuffled outside, looking around warily for any sign of danger. After approving of the safety of his surroundings, he started off toward the large hole the community was digging for a bomb shelter. Looks like a giant... a big giant hole in the ground, he mused to himself. He was about to pick up one of the half-broken, makeshift shovels when he noticed Leslie looking over the campsite, more than likely trying to spot another individual that was up this early. He decided halfheartedly to go up to her and ask if there was anything else needed other than the bunker - digging.
Raine made his way up the slight incline at a jog to Leslie and called out. "Leslie! Leslie, Leslie, Leslie," he said, not missing a breath as he reached the top of the hill. "Leslie. Do you know if there is anything else Lance wants us to do today? I can help. I can definitely help out. I know I can help." He smiled at her, his breath catching the wind and frosting in the air.
Raine made his way up the slight incline at a jog to Leslie and called out. "Leslie! Leslie, Leslie, Leslie," he said, not missing a breath as he reached the top of the hill. "Leslie. Do you know if there is anything else Lance wants us to do today? I can help. I can definitely help out. I know I can help." He smiled at her, his breath catching the wind and frosting in the air.
OOC Notes
Dane opened his eyes slowly and pushed himself up from the ground he had been sleeping on. He groaned as he slowly stretched and tried to recollect his memories of when he was last conscience... He was holding up a large amount of... Dirt. He sighed, if he was going to faint, at least make it from protecting people from something that could potentially kill them and not something they could just walk over. Then again, he remembered why he was holding on to a barrier for so long, it came as a blurry thought, but it was...
To keep people's clothes as clean as they could be. Even though they were digging. Underground. In dirt.
"Ugh." He shook himself, forcing out the thoughts of scolding himself and grabbed a thin plaid shirt from beside him. His back ached as he tried to force himself up into a standing position, and he let out another groan as he finally reached it. Well, he thought, might as well get back to holding up dirt... Underground. He managed a weak smile as he exited his tent into the morning sunlight. Dane stretched again, placing an arm behind his head and the other reaching for the sky, and let out a quick nod of satisfaction as he checked one of his still functioning watches. It was just enough time to let everyone know he was alive and well fit for work.
Dane started to jog towards the direction in where the bomb shelter was being built...
To keep people's clothes as clean as they could be. Even though they were digging. Underground. In dirt.
"Ugh." He shook himself, forcing out the thoughts of scolding himself and grabbed a thin plaid shirt from beside him. His back ached as he tried to force himself up into a standing position, and he let out another groan as he finally reached it. Well, he thought, might as well get back to holding up dirt... Underground. He managed a weak smile as he exited his tent into the morning sunlight. Dane stretched again, placing an arm behind his head and the other reaching for the sky, and let out a quick nod of satisfaction as he checked one of his still functioning watches. It was just enough time to let everyone know he was alive and well fit for work.
Dane started to jog towards the direction in where the bomb shelter was being built...
OOC Notes
Aideen had fallen asleep the night before in the hospital, pouring over a map to try and figure out where to search next. Over the past few years, their searches had spread ever wider and the healer feared that they would have to give up looking and simply move camp. It would be sad – they couldn’t take the buildings with them, but it would have to happen at some point, before they lost the strength to go. And they would just have to hope they found another place. She knew Lance knew this, she had talked to him only weeks before. Why he insisted on the bomb shelter, she didn’t know. But she kept her thoughts silent. She would stay as long as they could use her.
Now, having woken by habit, she stood and ran her fingers through her hair. She folded up the paper she had been sleeping on, marked with lines, numbers, words, and symbols and slid it into her back pocket. There was a watering hole half a day out – one of the reaseons they chose this place for the camp, or so Lance has told her – that had dried up two or so years ago. It was to hard to keep track of the days anymore. Aideen had a hope that it may have filled up again and wanted to bring the possibility up with Lance and Samuel.
She pushed aside the thin blanket that stood for a door to the hospital. It was easier to move people in and out if they didn’t have to actually open a door. The sun hadn’t quite completed its journey over the horizon yet. No one slept in, but few would be up yet. She let the blanket fall back into place as she made her way towards the council hall. She liked calling it that, it sounded both ironic and hopeful.
Leslie was in the doorway, seeming to be pestered by Raine. Aideen liked Raine – he was so young, but seemed relatively untouched by the horror around him. She stopped next to them both. She offered a clear, if quite, “Morning.”
She nodded to Leslie. They had been partners since Aideen had wandered in over four years ago. Nether exactly followed the ‘buddy’ rule, as Leslie was prone to wandering and Aideen was more comfortable holing herself in the hospital or pantry or pouring over maps. Still, they seemed to work out well together. Leslie stopped Aideen from worrying herself to death and Aideen – well, she wasn’t really sure what she did for the other.
Now, having woken by habit, she stood and ran her fingers through her hair. She folded up the paper she had been sleeping on, marked with lines, numbers, words, and symbols and slid it into her back pocket. There was a watering hole half a day out – one of the reaseons they chose this place for the camp, or so Lance has told her – that had dried up two or so years ago. It was to hard to keep track of the days anymore. Aideen had a hope that it may have filled up again and wanted to bring the possibility up with Lance and Samuel.
She pushed aside the thin blanket that stood for a door to the hospital. It was easier to move people in and out if they didn’t have to actually open a door. The sun hadn’t quite completed its journey over the horizon yet. No one slept in, but few would be up yet. She let the blanket fall back into place as she made her way towards the council hall. She liked calling it that, it sounded both ironic and hopeful.
Leslie was in the doorway, seeming to be pestered by Raine. Aideen liked Raine – he was so young, but seemed relatively untouched by the horror around him. She stopped next to them both. She offered a clear, if quite, “Morning.”
She nodded to Leslie. They had been partners since Aideen had wandered in over four years ago. Nether exactly followed the ‘buddy’ rule, as Leslie was prone to wandering and Aideen was more comfortable holing herself in the hospital or pantry or pouring over maps. Still, they seemed to work out well together. Leslie stopped Aideen from worrying herself to death and Aideen – well, she wasn’t really sure what she did for the other.
OOC Notes
Sam woke up with a moan, his glasses dangling on the end of his nose as he brought his head up. Instantly, he knew three things. One, his neck was going to be sore for at least half the day. Two, he knew exactly time it was. And three, he'd wasted another night, staying up late, looking over books he already knew by heart. As he adjusted his glasses back on his face, he took a second to look around and remember where he was. The relative size of the room and the makeshift table made out of four connected desks under a tarp made it obvious it was the 'capital'.
Sam stood up, stretching his arms above his head, a few of his joints popping. As he relaxed again, he looked down at the faded covers and tattered spines of the old books he'd been pouring through in hope of finding something useful. Sadly, what few books survived the hellish bombardment five years earlier were almost always in poor condition and rarely useful. He let a sigh as he took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses rather vainly with his tattered black scarf he almost always wore, being careful not to damage the bridge yet again.
At least once a week, Sam spent most of the night locked up in the capital, pouring over what semi-useful volumes that were intact and legible. He tried to convince himself there had to be something useful that he was missing time and time again, but in the back of his mind, it was a simple ritual to keep himself sane. Even if everything where to change on him in an instant, he took great comfort in something set in stone for his life. As he slipped on his glasses, he tilted his head to the side as the sound of voices outside. He knew that the normal arrangement of early birds would be arriving at an moment and he knew he'd be at the head of it, right next to Lance. He began closing and picking up the books he had scattered across the table, gathering them up in a pile to put in the corner for the next week.
Sam stood up, stretching his arms above his head, a few of his joints popping. As he relaxed again, he looked down at the faded covers and tattered spines of the old books he'd been pouring through in hope of finding something useful. Sadly, what few books survived the hellish bombardment five years earlier were almost always in poor condition and rarely useful. He let a sigh as he took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses rather vainly with his tattered black scarf he almost always wore, being careful not to damage the bridge yet again.
At least once a week, Sam spent most of the night locked up in the capital, pouring over what semi-useful volumes that were intact and legible. He tried to convince himself there had to be something useful that he was missing time and time again, but in the back of his mind, it was a simple ritual to keep himself sane. Even if everything where to change on him in an instant, he took great comfort in something set in stone for his life. As he slipped on his glasses, he tilted his head to the side as the sound of voices outside. He knew that the normal arrangement of early birds would be arriving at an moment and he knew he'd be at the head of it, right next to Lance. He began closing and picking up the books he had scattered across the table, gathering them up in a pile to put in the corner for the next week.
OOC Notes
Renn sat down at the entrance of the capital, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. Everyone was finally beginning to wake up, which was a good thing... supposedly.
She didn't sleep at all last night, spending the hours running laps around the encampment and exercising. There was no particular reason for it, there was no difference whether she did it or not, but it helped keep her busy while there were no duties to carry out. It was very early in the morning when Renn finished her daily training. She decided to wait in the capital for morning to arrive. That was when she saw Samuel. He was asleep, surrounded by the books that he'd been reading since last night. It would have been rude to just walk in and wake him up so she stayed outside. She hadn't spotted her aide, Mikhael, yet. She would have taken more care to follow the rules if she cared enough to do so.
After a while Renn noticed Samuel get up and start moving the books around. She stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes. It would have been more sensible to at least knock first, but Renn, who didn't know the meaning of the word "surprise", soundlessly walked into the room and lightly touched Samuel's shoulder.
"Good morning, Samuel," she spoke in her soft, strangely expressionless voice. It sounded almost like a robot. No tone, no emphasis. The words weren't pronounced very clearly, and every word sounded completely lifeless, as though there was no meaning to it. Renn sat down on one of the chairs. "I hope you do not mind if I wait here. I have not received any orders yet." She stared straight ahead, not moving an inch, barely even breathing. It was as though she was just a life-sized doll.
She didn't sleep at all last night, spending the hours running laps around the encampment and exercising. There was no particular reason for it, there was no difference whether she did it or not, but it helped keep her busy while there were no duties to carry out. It was very early in the morning when Renn finished her daily training. She decided to wait in the capital for morning to arrive. That was when she saw Samuel. He was asleep, surrounded by the books that he'd been reading since last night. It would have been rude to just walk in and wake him up so she stayed outside. She hadn't spotted her aide, Mikhael, yet. She would have taken more care to follow the rules if she cared enough to do so.
After a while Renn noticed Samuel get up and start moving the books around. She stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes. It would have been more sensible to at least knock first, but Renn, who didn't know the meaning of the word "surprise", soundlessly walked into the room and lightly touched Samuel's shoulder.
"Good morning, Samuel," she spoke in her soft, strangely expressionless voice. It sounded almost like a robot. No tone, no emphasis. The words weren't pronounced very clearly, and every word sounded completely lifeless, as though there was no meaning to it. Renn sat down on one of the chairs. "I hope you do not mind if I wait here. I have not received any orders yet." She stared straight ahead, not moving an inch, barely even breathing. It was as though she was just a life-sized doll.
OOC Notes
Sam nearly jumped out of skin when he heard Renn from out of the blue. He managed to knock down his chair and drop his books messily in teh corner before he caught his balance again.
"W-Who-?" he asked, holding onto his glasses to make sure they didn't fly off his face. His eyes quickly fell on Renn and he felt his heart beat quickly go back down again. "O-Oh, Renn. It's just you." Lifting up his right hand to wave his hand lightly, a small smile spread across his lips. "Good morning," he said brightly, glad to see someone so early in the morning.
Out of all of the survivors he knew, Renn was the most interesting to Sam. Out of the side effects everyone had, hers were the most permanent and most difficult to get a grip on. The worst part of it was the lack of physical feeling. Though some people saw this as a blessing, something great for living in an uncertain environment. But Sam knew better. If anything, Renn was in more danger than most. If she cut herself on a rust or infected piece of metal, she may not notice. It was dangerous enough where they lived just taking care of injuries as they happened. If an injury like that was passed over like that, it could easily be lethal.
Shuffling over to the corner, Sam began picking up his books again. "Did you sleep well last night?" he asked over his shoulder.
"W-Who-?" he asked, holding onto his glasses to make sure they didn't fly off his face. His eyes quickly fell on Renn and he felt his heart beat quickly go back down again. "O-Oh, Renn. It's just you." Lifting up his right hand to wave his hand lightly, a small smile spread across his lips. "Good morning," he said brightly, glad to see someone so early in the morning.
Out of all of the survivors he knew, Renn was the most interesting to Sam. Out of the side effects everyone had, hers were the most permanent and most difficult to get a grip on. The worst part of it was the lack of physical feeling. Though some people saw this as a blessing, something great for living in an uncertain environment. But Sam knew better. If anything, Renn was in more danger than most. If she cut herself on a rust or infected piece of metal, she may not notice. It was dangerous enough where they lived just taking care of injuries as they happened. If an injury like that was passed over like that, it could easily be lethal.
Shuffling over to the corner, Sam began picking up his books again. "Did you sleep well last night?" he asked over his shoulder.
OOC Notes
"I think she's probably fine," a voice said outside the medical tent.
Shrugging off the effects of the previous night's sleep - and smelling lightly of certain medicinal herbs - Mikhael Rowey pushed through the tent flap shortly after Renn had entered, smiling his usual lackadaisical smile and walking lightly, as though it were just another morning in America (which to him, it probably was). The Aide took his place next to Renn, immediately assuming that this was what his job was. He looked over at Sam and tilted his head off to one side.
"How are we doing today, chief?" Rowey asked plainly, "Need anything scavenged?"
Shrugging off the effects of the previous night's sleep - and smelling lightly of certain medicinal herbs - Mikhael Rowey pushed through the tent flap shortly after Renn had entered, smiling his usual lackadaisical smile and walking lightly, as though it were just another morning in America (which to him, it probably was). The Aide took his place next to Renn, immediately assuming that this was what his job was. He looked over at Sam and tilted his head off to one side.
"How are we doing today, chief?" Rowey asked plainly, "Need anything scavenged?"
OOC Notes
The Dark side of Lance pushed the knife further into Lance, causing him to double over in pain. He knew that this fight would be inevitable, and Lance had trained as hard as he could to prepare, but his other side knew everything that he did. If Lance failed, then he would lose control, and then who knew what would happen? Suddenly a bright flash of light appeared, and everything melted away.
Lance shot up from the floor inside the Command Center, covered with a cold sweat and full of hauntingly vivid visions of his old life, which he'd tried so hard to forget. He sat up properly, and blinked, clearing his eyes and realised where he was. He stood, and realised that he had been active in his sleep again, as on the desk near him, was a Wild Rose, which only rarely grew in the surrounding deserts. No wonder Lance was tired, he'd been out and about while the others were sleeping.
It took Lance a few minutes to clean up the mess that his double had created in the room, and Lance's eyes burned at the thought of what would happen if he ever lost his never ending fight against himself. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that it would eventually happen. He bashed the desk in anger, wondering why his thoughts kept trailing back to his fight.
He decided to go have a shower in the, well, shower room, even though the water is cold, it feels good to feel clean. Lance pulled out a pen and found a piece of paper, wrote down where he was, and left for the shower room...
Lance shot up from the floor inside the Command Center, covered with a cold sweat and full of hauntingly vivid visions of his old life, which he'd tried so hard to forget. He sat up properly, and blinked, clearing his eyes and realised where he was. He stood, and realised that he had been active in his sleep again, as on the desk near him, was a Wild Rose, which only rarely grew in the surrounding deserts. No wonder Lance was tired, he'd been out and about while the others were sleeping.
It took Lance a few minutes to clean up the mess that his double had created in the room, and Lance's eyes burned at the thought of what would happen if he ever lost his never ending fight against himself. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that it would eventually happen. He bashed the desk in anger, wondering why his thoughts kept trailing back to his fight.
He decided to go have a shower in the, well, shower room, even though the water is cold, it feels good to feel clean. Lance pulled out a pen and found a piece of paper, wrote down where he was, and left for the shower room...
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"Oh, hi, Aideen!" Raine whipped his head around and smiled at her. "Nice to see you up so early. It's an early day. But it's nice; very very nice." He stuck out his hand for a shake, as he does every morning. "How was your sleep? Did you sleep well? I hope you did."
Raine had a few... nervous ticks, I guess you can call them. Considering he's paranoid most of the time you can hardly tell if it's a nervous tick or just a simple gesture. Repeating himself; nervous tick. Stretching out his hand for a shake; habit. He was brought up as a child to be courteous and it was embedded in his mind to shake anyone's hand that greeted him. The only two people he has never shaken hands with are Leslie and Lance.
Raine had a few... nervous ticks, I guess you can call them. Considering he's paranoid most of the time you can hardly tell if it's a nervous tick or just a simple gesture. Repeating himself; nervous tick. Stretching out his hand for a shake; habit. He was brought up as a child to be courteous and it was embedded in his mind to shake anyone's hand that greeted him. The only two people he has never shaken hands with are Leslie and Lance.
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Sam jumped slightly when Mikhael appeared out of the blue. "Uh. Morning, Mik," he greeted him, waving nervously. Sam and his nervous habits made him jumpy to anything that wasn't obvious from a mile away. By now, everyone was use to it. Or at least, he thought so. Then again, he also thought some of it did it on purpose...
He adjusted his glasses when Mikhael asked about scavenging. "Well, I can't say I'm sure. I can't think of anything, so anything worth scavenging is out of my range. So, I guess that means I'll have to come along today.." He felt a bead of sweat form on his brow at the thought. "B-But!" he hastily added, "I'm only one man! It's up to this mornings meeting and of course Lance has the majority say." In the back of his mind, he knew Lance would want him to go out with the scavengers. Without clairvoyance, they would have to look aimlessly with little to no results. But as with most things, the thought of the wastes made him queezy.
He adjusted his glasses when Mikhael asked about scavenging. "Well, I can't say I'm sure. I can't think of anything, so anything worth scavenging is out of my range. So, I guess that means I'll have to come along today.." He felt a bead of sweat form on his brow at the thought. "B-But!" he hastily added, "I'm only one man! It's up to this mornings meeting and of course Lance has the majority say." In the back of his mind, he knew Lance would want him to go out with the scavengers. Without clairvoyance, they would have to look aimlessly with little to no results. But as with most things, the thought of the wastes made him queezy.
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Lance didn't need a towel to dry himself, as he could easily use the Wind, so he did. The Whirlwind whipped Lance's hair in all directions, and he felt powerful again, just like the last time he had beaten Lazarus. Yes, Dark Lance was 'Lazarus'.
Lance finished putting on his clothes and exited the shower room, wondering where everyone else was. He decided to head downstairs to the outside, and see if Samuel was awake yet. Lance hopped down the stairs, and used his parkour skills to easily leap out of one of the windows. He landed softly, as he used the Wind to cushion his fall. He then simply walked towards his Tent that he shared with Samuel. He peered inside and saw others in there, he sighed, noticing the mess that Samuel was cleaning.
"So, what happened here, Samuel? And good Morning to you all".
Lance finished putting on his clothes and exited the shower room, wondering where everyone else was. He decided to head downstairs to the outside, and see if Samuel was awake yet. Lance hopped down the stairs, and used his parkour skills to easily leap out of one of the windows. He landed softly, as he used the Wind to cushion his fall. He then simply walked towards his Tent that he shared with Samuel. He peered inside and saw others in there, he sighed, noticing the mess that Samuel was cleaning.
"So, what happened here, Samuel? And good Morning to you all".
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It was strange, to open your eyes and see nothing but darkness. His heart pumped quicker, his legs ran faster, his breath heaved, but no matter what he did, he still couldn’t see a thing. There were voices—meaningless chatter, undecipherable babble. There were people and things and noises all around him, but there were no sights, not even the lights. Then he fell to his knees, closed his eyes, and—
Woke up. Quinton opened his eyes and sat up, surprised. He reached over and put on his glasses then looked around. He sighed in relief when he could actually see. He stood and realized how late he’d slept in; not that he cared all that much. What use was he anyway? Shoveling away some dirt? Pass. He looked over and discovered he wasn’t the only one.
He went over to Evania and nudged her slightly. “Hey, shouldn’t you be up before me?” he asked loudly, so she could hear. “It’s late. I think we may get in trouble,” he told her sheepishly.
Woke up. Quinton opened his eyes and sat up, surprised. He reached over and put on his glasses then looked around. He sighed in relief when he could actually see. He stood and realized how late he’d slept in; not that he cared all that much. What use was he anyway? Shoveling away some dirt? Pass. He looked over and discovered he wasn’t the only one.
He went over to Evania and nudged her slightly. “Hey, shouldn’t you be up before me?” he asked loudly, so she could hear. “It’s late. I think we may get in trouble,” he told her sheepishly.
OOC Notes
Quinton wasn't the only one suffering that night. Evania woke with a yelp, stifling a scream, and shot up in her bed (barely avoiding a collision with Quinton). "Hey, shouldn’t you be up before me?” Recovering, she held her head to stop herself from passing out and murmered quietly. "You don't really have to be that loud, do you?" “It’s late. I think we may get in trouble.” She got up quickly, grabbing a clean outfit. "You know, you can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable." Getting no immediate response, she undressed herself and threw on the clothes, taking a sip of water before looking to her companion. "What the heck did we miss?!"
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Well due to a rather unpleasant series of storms in my area, my internet and all together computer went down for....a long time... >.> And it seems like my absence sort of killed the rp. Sorry guys. =[
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Ahah, that's probably my fault, I misread Warlocks post and I didn't notice that he was in the Capitol. =] I think this RP is dead anyway, so...
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I see where you're coming from, mouse, and I honestly can't explain it either. All I know is that I'm (Raine is) currently having a conversation with Leslie and Aideen. Other than that I don't fully understand what's going on.
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Hey guys.. can you explain something to me? Angel started her post saying she was outside the capitol building, and then Raine and Aideen joined her (after waking from his shack and the hospital, respectively) and they started talking. Then Sam woke up in the capitol. Renn, who didn't sleep at all, walked past the three of them to talk to Sam. Then I'm not really sure - Mikhael is outside the hospital - where Aideen was - walks past the three of them, and into the capitol? Where did he get the weed (or something similar), when they can't even grow food after five years of radiation and the desert environment? I don't know much about drugs, but is it that easy to grow/last that long in storage? And then Lance was sleeping in the Command Center, which I would assume is the capitol? But there are already three other people in there. And suddenly our houses/capitol are multiple stories and have showers? But then he leaves the capitol to talk to Samuel in his tent.
I'm all up for suspension of disbelief (this is a mutant/power story, after all), but this just doesn't make sense to me. It feels like we just skim over other peoples posts, then write a response fast without making sure that it makes sense first. Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just not getting whats going on?
I'm all up for suspension of disbelief (this is a mutant/power story, after all), but this just doesn't make sense to me. It feels like we just skim over other peoples posts, then write a response fast without making sure that it makes sense first. Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just not getting whats going on?
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Hey guys, I just noticed a typo on the Introduction page, it says that Lance's last name is Renn... Haha =]
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Hulloes~
So uh, since there's a bomb shelter being built underground, would it be best if Dane was there to keep the place from caving in and not let too much dirt fall onto others? > u >
So uh, since there's a bomb shelter being built underground, would it be best if Dane was there to keep the place from caving in and not let too much dirt fall onto others? > u >
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Alright. Cypher, feel free to submit a character, Mouse (as stated above) already has a character. If not, thats okay too. Dont feel pressured. XD PRESSURE!!!
Until that is sorted out, though, I finally got around to putting the first post up. Most of it is camp background, so please read it in its entirety. =] Ill be sending PMs to notify everyone!
Until that is sorted out, though, I finally got around to putting the first post up. Most of it is camp background, so please read it in its entirety. =] Ill be sending PMs to notify everyone!
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Nono! I already have a character. It was so Angel didnt have to do three characters. Please, join us.
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Oh, if you just submitted one, by all means, take the slot. I'm not going to edge in on your territory :P
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Haha, I just submitted a #3 because I thought no one would take it. All that work for nothing.
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Well, to be honest, I wasnt expecting you to come back either considering you didnt reply to the PM I sent you! But sure, Ill just tell Ghost not to worry about it. =]
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EvenAngelsCry wrote:Shes got a lot going on right now, so I took that as shes no longer interested.
Oh, okay, I'm sorry she's so preoccupied, and if it's alright with you can I step up and take the Aide #3 slot?
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I find it so ironic that Lance Quinn can create winds and he loves sweets; in the other RP I'm in, Convict Carnival, my character is Zeke Pontmercy, who can create winds and loves sweets. That's great ^^
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Shes got a lot going on right now, so I took that as shes no longer interested.
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EvenAngelsCry wrote:Alright, I updated the spots in the RP so everyone whos made a character can see where they stand. If anyone wants to switch to make their characters more compatable with their partners, let me know. I havent heard from Maci-Care or Cypher so I dont know where they stand right now. Ill have my character up by the end of today hopefully. =]
I didn't hear back from Maci on which character she wanted to take, so I've been in limbo waiting for that... Did we come to some kind of secret agreement here on the OOC?
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Alright guys, if Ghost makes a character, we have everyone. If not, Ill make it and its no big deal. Ill make a starting post soon and PM you all when you have! =]
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Hey, um...if there are any spots left, send me a message? I'd be willing to make a character suitable.
If not, then great.
If not, then great.
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Hulloes, I haven't been that active lately, sorry. ; u ;
Uh, can I ask that when everyone starts posting that I could get a message please?
Uh, can I ask that when everyone starts posting that I could get a message please?
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Hey guys I'm back but I'm not gonna be able to post a character until tomorrow.
