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Post by {Echo} on Feb 7, 2015 2:47:03 GMT
Hey guys! I felt like we needed a nice post-apocalyptic roleplay! I'm surprised we don't have one already! This one is pretty simple: A huge disease wipes through Earth, killing off 75% of the world's population. I would imagine that there would be a struggle and shortage of supplies and problems with gangs, but this plot is pretty chill, so let's develop it as we go!
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Post by Silaluk on Feb 7, 2015 5:00:57 GMT
Muahaha!
Name: Herman "Moby" Brooks
Age: 18-ish. He doesn't know his exact birthday.
Appearance: Short and almost dangerously scrawny. Dull brown eyes and close-cropped dusty brown hair. Wears a pair of outdated, thick-framed (and broken) glasses and generally torn, dirty clothes.
Other: Moby grew up on the streets. He never really had any parents or known siblings, so he's had to grow up on his own, for the most part. If the streets taught him one thing, it was to trust no one. Moby is very skeptical and distrusting of new people, especially ones who try to help him. From his experience, nothing good has ever come from someone trying to help you. Fueling this mentality is his struggle with delusional disorder (persecutory) and he almost constantly feels threatened. At age 10, he was recruited into a gang, led under the false impression that they could be a family to him. Instead, he was forced to go through initiation rites and of course, assist the gang members in whatever crimes they committed. Despite this, he learned a certain part of being loyal. At age 16, he managed to escape and break his ties with the gang, running away to a different city. His six years in the gang left scars, both physical and mental. Moby now suffers with PTSD and is generally ashamed of his former deeds. Even through all of this strife, he is capable of learning to care and protect. He would often feed the city's stray animals and would break up fights between them. Moby is resourceful, to say the least, and is skilled in things like hot-wiring cars or picking locks.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 8, 2015 3:09:37 GMT
Name: Violet Thompson Age: 14 Appearance: Dark, shoulder blade length hair and swampy hazel eyes. More to be determined later. Other: To be determined. Sometimes it's easier for me just to let characters develop themselves.  |
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 8, 2015 3:28:03 GMT
Name: Theodore 'Theo' Hanson
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark skin, with just about millions of freckles dotted over every patch available, be it his face, shoulders, stomach or legs. Hair, that's constantly messy and mussed up, relatively short cropped and a light brown, enough to seem blonde when under strong enough sunlight. His face is dirty too, more often than not, but the generally disheveled appearance doesn't take from the kindness that rests in his brown eyes. He's pretty tall, getting to 6'4, and he's well-built, rather muscular.
Other: A wonderfully kind young man, willing to act as a protective figure for anyone who needs it, and who'll definitely keep anyone who needs to be safe, in anyway he can, which mean he can get people out of most tricky situations, as well as getting them to safety quickly. While he's not stupid in other aspects, his common sense and street smarts are his forte, and work way better than anything else. He's not used to this whole thing, but he adjusts relatively quickly. A fault comes in form of his gullibility, as he'll trust just about anyone, even if hey have hidden motives.
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Post by Silver on Feb 8, 2015 17:00:16 GMT
Name: Yuka Konno
Age: 18
Appearance: Long, thick black hair that is more or less always pulled back into a ponytail for convenience and dark brown eyes that are almost black to the point where it's sometimes difficult to distinguish between the pupil and iris. She's relatively short in stature with a slight frame and her general health has visibly deteriorated since everything went to ruin.
Other: Until the pandemic hit, she was a first year university student studying medicine at Oxford, narrowly escaping contracting the virus herself as she left on a week long trip out of the country when the majority of the UK was suddenly wiped out. She's an ex-practitioner of Kendo, a fact about her influenced by her own father who was immensely skilled at the art but she herself, not so much. Whilst admittedly clever, she hasn't exactly adapted well to her new found situation, still in denial about the deaths of her parents and younger sister, and therefore struggles to survive on her own. It's miraculous that she had gotten so far already. Yuka is Japanese but British by nationality.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 9, 2015 2:58:13 GMT
There was a loud crash from the produce section, which echoed through the empty building that had once been the local grocery store. By now, the windows were all broken and most of the isles had been raided, but a precious few items still lingered on the shelves, waiting to be fought over by the people who still dared to go outside. Across from her hiding place in the toiletries isle, Violet eyed her target. There was still a box of trail mix left, as well as some almonds. Maybe if she was quick enough, she could dart out from behind the bins of travel sized lint-rollers and Q-tips, snag the food, and get out before whoever else was in the store caught her...
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 9, 2015 19:26:07 GMT
Theodore... Who knows where he is. Oh, right, he does. Well, vaguely, anyway. It's a shop, right? A friendly little corner shop, with nothing to worry about. Oh, as if. There's always something to worry about around here, which is why he has a broom clutched tightly in one hand, and his eyes are darting about continually.
... What was that noise? There was a definite crashing noise. That's not good. Against his better nature, though just in case he can get anything off them, he starts down the aisles, taking slow and careful steps, each one making very little noise. The grip on the broom tightens. It's a bad weapon to pick, but it's the best he's got for now, and his physical strength should do him well enough until he can upgrade. Back to the noise, that he's following. Whereabouts did it come from...?
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 9, 2015 19:41:07 GMT
Violet shifted onto the balls of her feet, ready to run. It was only about 20 feet away, but that combined with the distance to the juice isle and then to the door would basically make her an open target. And that was assuming she didn't trip. The footsteps faded, getting louder a moment later. Somebody was pacing the isles. The girl waited until they faded again, heading towards the back of the store, and then, in a leap of faith, darted out from behind the shelf.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 9, 2015 19:46:21 GMT
The way this place is set up, and the way things are set out, he'll have probably gone around a different aisle to stand in the entrance of that one, and attempt to flush whoever it is out, or maybe whatever it is. No... By the quickness of the feet as they move towards him, and the heaviness, it's definitely a person, and one who is approaching rather quickly. He should move, but the thought barely registers, since he's too busy readying himself, just in case he needs to fight. Oh, but he doesn't, and he barely manages to move out of the younger girl's way, though bodies presumably collide briefly.
'Oh, woah, chill out, chill out! It's alright, right? Not gonna try killing me or anything?'
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 10, 2015 0:46:00 GMT
Violet gasped, juggling the boxes frantically. Jeez! He came out of nowhere! She stared at him for a minute, not quite sure how to react. Was he going to let her go? Steal the food? Hurt her? He doesn't look like he wants to harm me, but with the size difference he could have me on the floor in a flat second. Better play it cool. She took a few steps back, hugging the groceries. "No, uh, I just... I'm just trying to find something edible. No harm done, okay?" She shuffled back, about to make a break for it, when another loud crash resounded through the shop shortly followed by the pounding of several pairs of feet and hushed muttering. It wasn't like the were trying to be stealthy or anything. Oh God. Is that a gang? I never imagined I would die on the frozen food isle.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 10, 2015 16:32:17 GMT
As soon as he sees her, of course, he sizes her up, and it seems as if he'd be ready to jump her, take the food, then run, in a matter of only a few seconds, but instead he's actually just seeing if he can defend himself against her. Yeah, it's pretty definite that he'll be able to knock her flat if she tries anything, but considering the difference, he doubts she's stupid enough to actually bother.
'Right, yeah, I get you. It's pretty tough to find all that...' He trails off, in a rather awkward manner, raising a hand to run through his short hair. The hand stops atop his head at the sound, and his eyes widen slightly, body freezing up. Once more, his grip tightens on the broom, before he reaches out with the spare hand, and grabs hold of her arm, tugging gently on it, and gesturing to a door, which probably leads through into a store room. They have those in the back of shops, right?
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 10, 2015 19:40:14 GMT
The footsteps and voices were accompanied by shadows from this distance. The storeroom looked like the best option at the moment, but could she really trust this guy? Violet bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously from the location of the suspected gang to the storeroom door.
At least if he did turn out to be bad, what little chance she had against him would be more than that of the forthcoming mob. "Yeah, okay. Let's hide in there," she decided, taking off for the door.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 10, 2015 20:25:13 GMT
Oh, good, she's chosen to come with him. It's a wiser choice than dealing with the gang that seem to be coming up the aisle. He ushers her towards the door, pausing himself to grab a few items off the nearest shelves, before following her, with hurried yet silent steps, into the room.
After the first step in, one hand shuts the door behind him, as quietly as possible, before a finger raises, pressing against his lips in a slight warning for the younger girl. Well, just in case, you know? Just after the motion, he turns, dipping his head and pressing his ear to the door. He's listening, watching and waiting for them to pass, and he's settled entirely perfectly against the door. He's also prepared, in the way that he's positioned, as if to spring out and protect her, if the necessity came. Hopefully it won't.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 10, 2015 23:21:14 GMT
Violet was stalking through the storage room shelves, glancing at him through the gaps every once and a while. He hasn't started hitting me with the broom yet, so that's probably a good sign. There was a great deal of shuffling near the door, so she shrunk back further into the depths of the shelf. Lingering back there, she encountered a broken glass bottle. Holding it by the neck, the sharp edges on the bottom would be substantial in the event that she would need self defense. Slightly more armed now, she returned to the front of the room and leaned against the wall, waiting silently.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 10, 2015 23:29:51 GMT
As opposed to her movement, he remains stock-still, poised perfectly by the door and waiting for any sign of trouble. On occasion, his glance does flick towards her, as if checking she's okay, and that she's not trying anything. He might be able to overpower her easily, but if she suprised him and was scrappy enough, he might go down for the count. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, though.
The sounds by the door make him start a little, though he keeps quiet and returns to his post of lookout, making sure to keep careful watch of what's going on outside the door. Hopefully it'll just pass before anything happens, and they need to fight, but he can and will if necessary, also likely being able to get her out of here too. And so the silent waiting game begins.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 10, 2015 23:46:45 GMT
Violet twiddled her thumbs, listening to the sounds of voices yelling, tearing open boxes, and chattering outside the door. It wasn't like she had anywhere to be, but the girl wondered how long she would be stuck in the small room until they passed. Or until they barged in and attacked. If that happened, Violet wasn't quite sure what she would do. In the meantime, she sat devising exit strategies, deciding which objects could be used as makeshift shields, and hypothesizing about how much force it would take to knock down one of the shelves.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 16:35:25 GMT
The waiting game is by far, the longest and the most boring he's ever played, but hey, it's worth it to save his skin, and the girl who he's seemingly just abducted. Let's hope she doesn't actually have anyone to be with right now, and that Theo won't get hunted down by angry individuals later. ... He won't right? Ah, well, he can deal with that later. Right now... This gang is the biggest threat. From hat he hears, and how well he can tell between voices and the heaviness of footsteps, there are about six of them outside the door, possibly more located elsewhere. That means they need to wait until they're gone, since they could have posted people to wait outside and check things out, just in case they needed to stop someone getting in. Watching and waiting... Is kind of a bother, but they can't do much else.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 12, 2015 3:11:03 GMT
Violet watched shadows shuffle around under the door, biting her lip. Suddenly, the handle of the storeroom jiggled, and her hand immediately went to the neck of the broken bottle. It appeared that the door was locked from the outside, but the gang would no doubt try to come in for precious supplies. Oh God, we need to get out of here. And fast.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 13, 2015 16:56:00 GMT
His body tenses up, entirety freezing at the shift of the door handle. Luckily for the both of them, he thinks quickly enough. Most storerooms have windows, right? Even if they are really small, like this one seems to be. It takes him a total of ten seconds to properly ram the broom's handle between the door and its handle, making sure it's stuck in place, before hurrying over and unlatching the small window. He gestures silently to her, beckoning her over, before her laces his hands together, to form an almost platform, and lowers both arms, in order for her to step in and pull herself up.
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Post by {Echo} on Feb 14, 2015 17:02:32 GMT
Violet reached the window, swinging herself over the windowsill and offering a hand to him. The door shook even harder, the broom beginning to rattle in its spot.
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