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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 13:53:55 GMT -5
Hey, so yeah just jump in xD Obey forum rules, no powerplaying or godmodding without permission, and have fun! In this rp, and no it's not a zombie rp, the world has long since "ended" and people are making their way in the world on their own even decades after humanity has been ripped to shreds. People have formed their own groups, travel on their own, etc, all while trying not to catch the illness that started everything. You catch it, there's little chance of survival mainly cause it works so quickly, but the odds of getting it are rare because you have a better chance of getting struck by lightning twice than meeting someone with it. Basically, healthy people are the bigger threat.
And just for fun, we will throw powers in it. However, only TWO maximun per person, but try not to go overboard! And not all your characters have to have powers either, as most of mine won't. And no the characters don't have to be scrabbling around like vultures. Get creative, but don't have all of your characters in good positions, at least not to start! Anypoodle, let's get started!
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Sid was walking down a broken, worn street, looking around with a tired green gaze while pulling a wagon. It didn't have much, just some food and some books. He also had a small backpack, tattered and old. A canteen was in one of the pockets, and he reached to grab it for a drink of water. At this point he was just looking for another place to rest cause he was driven out of his last little hidey hole.
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Lilah was looking around curiously, holding the reins of her Shire horse, Charcoal. And her horse happened to be pulling a huge cart full of goodies and supplies. Was this all for herself? No, not necessarily. She made the best of what's happened by becoming a trader, though sometimes she had run-ins with people who would rather just take than trade. Hopefully not this trip though. Luckily, she was able to make her usual rounds as well as meeting only friendlies on the road.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 20:27:57 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 15, 2019 21:10:27 GMT -5
Rookie had done it now, oh boy had be screwed up this time. Out of all the times he had screwed up this was on the top of his screw up list. The young boy ran as fast as he could. He could hear them behind him whooping and hollering like mad men. Great silver chop stick he was going to die he was sure of it. Rookie took a sharp left then right dodging trees and buildings alike. He leaped over a fence then two. Rookie glanced over his shoulder they were no were to be found. Had he finally evaded them? THUNK. While Rookie wasn't paying attention he had ran full force into Lilah's cart.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 21:24:33 GMT -5
"Woah, Charcoal!" Lilah spoke as her horse jumped and whinnied. Quickly looking around, she let go of the reins and hopped to the ground. Her little 5'5 self had pulled out a knife, which glinted like a large silver fang. "Wanna tell me what has you running into my cart?" she questioned suspiciously. He didn't look too dangerous, so she was going to defend what she had this time. Lilah then heard the hollering, and she gripped her knife tighter. "How many more of you are out there?" she questioned the guy, though she had a feeling those people weren't traveling with him.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 15, 2019 21:37:11 GMT -5
Rookie was a sputtering mess. He was exhausted and now a girl had pulled knife on him. "I-i didn't mean too, i-i i screwed up and they had been following me since." He sputtered out. Rookie was a about half a foot taller than this girl but he was sure that didn't matter. Rookie's pale blue eyes flicked about nervously. "I-its just me." he added.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 21:44:31 GMT -5
Lilah walked right up to him, knife still pointed at him. That was when you could really get a look at the scar on her face, a slightly lighter swipe across her darker brown face. Staring up at him, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to do much if those people caught up. They sounded nasty. Huffing, she snapped "Get in the cart. I'll give you a ride, but then you're gone." She jabbed a finger at the cart. Assuming he would take the offer, she hurried back to Charcoal and climbed on, with a little effort due to her smaller size. Whether he had gotten in or not, she urged Charcoak to get going.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 15, 2019 21:51:49 GMT -5
Rookie watched her with wide blue eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but she was already hopping into the cart. Rookie glanced around quickly before quickly climbing into the cart. Rookie had never seen a horse before, sure he had seen many pictures of them but it was very different to see one in real life. "Thank you." He said softly.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 22:00:16 GMT -5
Charcoal took off as soon as the guy was in the cart, hopefully leaving those men in the dust. Lilah felt relief, patting the horse's neck a little. She had to have been one of the luckiest people to find the huge creature, small and alone with not even a mother. No way could she be the little merchant she was without him helping pull her wares. After a while of traveling, the hose slowed down to a brisk walk. Deciding they were safe, Lilah took opportunity to look back at the stranger. "You looked like you were shitting bricks when I saw you. So, what exactly did you do? I didn't pick up a killer, did I? A thief I can understand, but I'll gut you if you try to kill me or something." She then looked ahead again, waiting for him to respond.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 15, 2019 22:38:08 GMT -5
Rookie chuckled softly. "No no im not a killer or anything." Rookie paused and sighed. "Its a really stupid story." He said quietly. "I tried to steal some chickens from them, but they caught me and have been chasing me since." Rookie pulled off his back pack and pulled out a live chicken. "I have a small farm not so far away from here and i really needed chickens." Yes Rookie had risked his life for a stupid bird, would be do it again...no.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 22:44:27 GMT -5
Lilah raised a brow. "You tried that alone?" It almost made her laugh, but she refrained. She then noticed he had an actual chicken there. He still got one?? Sighing, she said "I have a chicken, back at my little hideout. Her name is Snowy, but you can't have her. She's my only supplier of eggs, and eggs get me things." Whatever she had got her things though, so meh. After a minute or two, she asked "So... a farm, huh? What else do you have there? Or is it just a hiding place or something?" Ahe then blinked. "... do you want a ride there, or...? I just realized I don't know where I'm taking you. Not with me of course."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 15, 2019 23:35:07 GMT -5
(Oof, just saw the part about the chicken so I edited my post a bit)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 17:03:54 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 18:26:38 GMT -5
While some might have found productive ways to live their lives after the world had ended, taking up farming or foraging or however else they chose to survive, there were always going to be the people who chose to take from the hard work of others. Jacob was one such person. In the quiet of the abandoned city, he could hear the wagon thudding down the pothole strewn road from a mile away. Picking up an old crossbow loaded with a makeshift bolt crafted from a thin piece of rebar and a sharp chip of cement, he leveled it at the lone traveler from where he ducked low in a first story window. He spit the piece of jerky he was chewing to the side, held his breath, and let fly the arrow, which struck the ground by the traveler's feet. Jumping out of his window, he loaded another bolt and walked with a sort of swagger towards his target, popping another piece of jerky into his mouth to chew as he spoke. "Looks like you've run into a bit of bad luck." He told him in a lazy drawl. "More like a lot of bad luck!" From across the street, a dirty young girl sprinted out the door of another building, grinning wildly as she showed off a wicked dagger that was little more than a sharp piece of steel wrapped in cloth for a handle. After all, where there was one bandit, there were usually more and Isabelle was the more.
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 19:42:20 GMT -5
(Probably should have specified, I was prompting for Sid)
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Post by Lioncl on Mar 16, 2019 19:45:42 GMT -5
hey would it be okay if my character was the leader of a group of nearby gang?)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 19:46:09 GMT -5
(Ah, alright, let me redo the post)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 19:52:32 GMT -5
DieselpunkSid arched a brow when the two showed up. Not even caring, he sighed "All I have is a few pieces of jerky, some bread and sunflower seeds. That's all yours, but I'm knifing your asses if you try to take my books." And in his pack was just some more clothes and a few of his belongings that weren't worth much to anyone but him. Glancing between the others, he waited to see what they would say. He wasn't going to try and fight them when it was likely they wanted the food he had. He was likely the only one who still cared to have books around, having been taught to read by his father, who was long dead. Slowly did he get the food, which was all wrapped in a big cloth. He tossed it over to them to the side, away from him.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 19:53:08 GMT -5
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 20:28:26 GMT -5
A meager heist, but food was food and the two of them weren't too picky. Jacob flicked his crossbow towards the wagon as both a confirmation and a warning. When the cloth was tossed his way, he quickly gathered it up, not bothering to check inside. For Isabelle, the food was enough. She whooped and rushed to her partner-in-crime's side, grabbing for the cloth which he handed to her. Normally, that would be enough for Jacob too, as he had zero interest in books, but Sid's threat intrigued him. He had no idea of how valuable books were, he figured pretty worthless since they were just crummy paper and words he couldn't read, but whatever books Sid had must be really valuable for him to threaten two armed bandits over them. Not to mention, Jacob hated being threatened. "You're gonna knife my ass, huh?" He sauntered closer to Sid, leveling his crossbow almost half heartedly with the other man's chest before turning his head to Isabelle. "You hear that? He's gonna knife my ass." The younger girl yelled something like 'Go get him', but it was severely muffled by a mouthful of bread. Jacob turned his attention back to Sid. "Nah, I'll tell you what you're gonna do. You're gonna leave those fancy books of yours with me, and I'll think about not putting an arrow in you. How about that?"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 20:43:13 GMT -5
Sid snorted. "I don't think so, sir. I bet I'll have a few seconds if you get me, and in those seconds I'll turn you around and knife your ass, just like I promised." He didn't mind giving up the food. He could always find Lilah at some point on the road and she could give him scraps, but he was not going to give up his books. Huckleberry Fin, Tom Sawyer, Gone With the Wind and the likes. Older books, but he liked them. They were apparently kept in the family line long before the world went to shit, just as simple objects. It wasn't like they were solid gold or anything. Studying Jacob, he didn't bother revealing the knife he literally had up his coat sleeve. "As much as I love talking with a charmer such as yourself, I think I'll get going if your done. Better get going before your friend inhales all the food. Something tells me you don't really care about the books anyway." Mostly cause his friend immediately went to pick at the food rather than demand more stuff. So that meant Jacob took a jab to his pride, right? It almost made Sid laugh.
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Post by Lioncl on Mar 16, 2019 21:14:57 GMT -5
Masaki was currently hanging around on the rooftops relaxing for once. He never really got the chance ever since he had become the boss of a local gang. He rarely got any free time and anytime he had to himself he tried to stay as far from the gang as possible which was something some of his most trusted members didn't like too much which was why he currently had one beside him. A big hulking man that went by the name of Raion. He was mostly there too deter any would be robbers mostly for their sake rather than his boss'. As Masaki had gotten o know more about Raion he had figured out that the man was pretty much a giant teddy bear, well one that was nearly 7 feet tall and around 250 pounds of pure muscle. The only time Masaki ever see the man get angry was when people disrespected him, Masaki, or was breaking any of the gang's rules.
Raion looked over at his boss just to make sure he hadnt tried escaping while he was looking away "You really shouldn't be up here boss. There's been a pretty big increase in theft and muggings lately. There's currently one going on not too far away that I can hear" he said as he gave away what his power was which was super hearing essentially. He could control what he could hear luckily or he would have most likely have gone insane from the sheer amount of constant noise
Masaki looked over at his subordinate with his red eyes "C'mon you and I both know that they would be in far greater trouble than I would ever be in. Unless they have some crazy strong power or can turn their body into iron I dont see anything happening to me" he said "But I wonder if we should step in on that mugging you mentioned. Could help raise our reputation a bit plus we would get a little bit of loot most likely"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 21:18:09 GMT -5
(Can I be one of the gang members maybe?)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 21:22:06 GMT -5
While Jacob might have tried to keep up the cool guy facade, the deep red that crept up his neck betrayed the anger he felt. He'd taken this guy for a real wimp, wandering around all alone, caring about pointless things like books. But all this tough guy talk was really starting to piss him off and while he would sooner die than admit it, he was starting to fear this guy could make good on his threats. Taking a small step back just in case, he tightened his grip on the crossbow, all the looseness he'd been holding it with earlier gone. "You really wanna test that over a bit of paper?" He could have asked himself the same question, but at this point it wasn't so much about the books as making this guy pay for the humiliation. "You're right, I don't give a rats ass about those books, but I may just know someone who does. So I'm gonna get them one way or another. So you wanna be bleedin on the ground when I take 'em, or you wanna go on your merry way leavin' them with me?" It was true, he did know one guy in the city who collected a whole bunch of useless junk like this guy did, so no matter how revenge driven this was, he would still be getting something out of it so it wasn't stupid. At least, that was what he told himself.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 21:35:55 GMT -5
Dieselpunk"Didn't your parents ever tell you that stealing is a bad thing?" Sid didn't budge one bit. "Or were they thieves like you and your friend?" He watched Jacon move back. Hm. Maybe if adrenaline became his friend, Sid could still at least wound him if he shot. Anywhere but the head anyway. "You might know someone who might want these books, but they're just not something I can give you. They may just be books, but they're worth a lot to me, more than just objects I can toss when people like you try to shake me down." He was still ready to slip out his knife though, having a hunch this man wouldn't want to leave without the books now. "I doubt either of us want to risk anymore than we already are right now, so just settle for the food. I really don't want to have to waste any more of your time." Sid's hazel gaze studied him the entire time, not giving anything away except a hint of exhaustion.
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Post by Lioncl on Mar 16, 2019 21:42:28 GMT -5
yeah you can)
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 21:51:03 GMT -5
At the mention of Jacob's parents, his cool vanished and the anger he had felt before turned to visible fury. His knuckles became white as his grip on the crossbow tightened to the point where it seemed the bones would leap from his hands and his anger became something so palpable that even Isabelle stopped her feasting and got to her feet, standing beside him with knife outstretched. This was something she'd seen before, when she'd tried to ask about his parents. And, in the years that they'd worked together, it had been the only time he'd hit her. If he heard anything that Sid had said after that, it didn't show. "You wanna run that bit by me again? Bout my parents bein' thieves? Bout them teachin me anything?" His voice was low, threatening. He didn't even wait for a reply, he just shot, but his shaking made the shot go wide, more towards Sid's arm than his chest. "I don't give a damn about your stupid books! But don't think you're gettin away, talkin to me like that!" Jacob shouted, going for another bolt.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 22:01:04 GMT -5
LionclAs the two men talked, another figure appeared out of no-f*cking-where. A woman with a height of 5'8, maybe a little shorter with a lean frame. Her hair was kept in a messy ponytail, with some hair framing the sides of her head. Her eyes... well, no one knew what her eyes looked like. No one ever saw her face in general. It was always protected by a mask, the shisa staring back with a nasty growl. There weren't even eyeholes. The mask was something she nabbed from the dusty ruins of a museum long before she ever met the gang. Stepping into view of Masaki, walking to stand to the side of him, he would see her usual attire of a dusty, worn dark cloak that went a little past her knees, keeping her figure hidden except for a glove-covered hand, which was peeking out due to resting on the hilt of something. A sword perhaps, likely something she stole as well. "Nothing there worth taking," she said simply, her voice dry and ragged, like she didn't use it much. "Just scraps, and books." Still, if he wanted to go, then she would go too, with intent to actually do something rather than spy. Her head turned toward him, completely ignoring Raion. Even though her head was turned toward the leader though, it was a little unsettling to see there were no eyeholes in her mask, how she got around left as a mystery even to her superior.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 22:08:58 GMT -5
DieselpunkSid's eyes widened as Jacob shot. He was already moving though, even when he felt the arrow bite his arm. Shit. Still, even though it hurt, he charged straight for him, slamming into him and knocking him over. Was Sid going to kill him? Of course not. Mostly because it was two on one. Making sure Jacob couldn't do squat with the crossbow, getting it out of his hands, he stared down at him. Or more like pointed a knife in his face. "Look, I know you're just looking for supplies, so I'm not going to kill you like I probably should." He then got up, not even leaving a scratch from his knife as he scrambled back, looking down at his arm. It hurt even more bow because it was his dominant arm. His knife arm. Gritting his teeth, Sid said "Tell you what, and you can choose to believe me or not, but there's a place where you can get some more food, maybe even other supplies if you don't treat them like you did me. That's where I'm going now anyway, cause you shot me." So he needed medical attention. Or more like what was the best he could get in a post-apocalyptic world. "So are you still gonna try and shoot me for a simple comment or do you want possible freebies?"
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Post by Dieselpunk on Mar 16, 2019 22:27:07 GMT -5
Jacob fumbled with another bolt, getting it hooked into place, but before he could fire it he was knocked off his feet and straight onto his back. The crossbow went skidding away on the pavement as he hit the ground and he curled up a bit, struggling the regain the wind that Sid had thoroughly knocked out of him. It was obvious that he was used to doing the hitting, not getting hit, as tears streaked down his cheeks and his coughs were cut through with what sounded like sobs. Seeing her partner knocked to the ground so easily, Isabelle gave up easily, putting her hands up as she'd seen some of the people they'd robbed do. It took him a few moments to regain his composure, but when he finally did, he looked up at Sid with hatred, though his anger had diminished, and spat. "I don't need your stupid pity food. If I wanted more food, I'd shoot you dead and bring your damned books to the Collector." An empty threat, as his crossbow was several feet away and he was at Sid's mercy, not to mention he was still sitting on the ground. The thought seemed to hit him and he quickly scrambled to his feet, swatting at Isabelle's hands so she'd put them down. "Would you cut that out. You're making us look bad." He muttered low, as if he wasn't crying on the ground a few seconds earlier.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 16, 2019 22:38:39 GMT -5
DieselpunkSid rolled his eyes. "Please. I can tell you two are living like vultures. You're not in with the gangs or groups. You're bandits. It's not pity food. It's food you need." Still holding his knife, his gaze relaxed a little. "And once you stock up a little, you can go on your way. We're not exactly intimate, rather far from it wanting to riddle me with crossbow bolts and me wanting to cut you a new one." He wasn't going to beg though, merely watching the pair. "If you don't want the help, then fine. I'll be on my way." He then moved to collect his things, not taking the bolt out of his arm in hopes to slow bloodloss.
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