Rainbow
The End
"I’m fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on Apr 20, 2019 0:44:50 GMT -5
It's the end of the world as we know it. Too many have passed, unable to survive with how few supplies there are left. Those who are still here, well, they're the unlucky bunch. It's a struggle just to find good shelter nowadays. Not to mention food.
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Welcome! I am very in the mood for a post-apocalyptic roleplay! I have no plot what-so-ever, so this is kind of just a jump in type thing! Don't let the lack of text here dissuade you, I just lack a good plot. ^^"
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I would like this to be a semi-liteterate roleplay, a couple good paragraphs at the least please! I just want to be able to reply to something ahaha.
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I'm working on a starter now~
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Apr 20, 2019 2:42:03 GMT -5
Just hoping in here real fast to let you know I'll be joining you~
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Rainbow
The End
"I’m fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on Apr 20, 2019 14:00:18 GMT -5
Nights were the worst. With cold winds, and Alex lacking the right attire, that meant she could just about forget sleeping for the night. The shelter she chose, a half-collapsed house, laid in the midst of a once flourishing neighborhood. It was a bit risky, but any shelter was better than none. Plus, any excuse to rest her sore feet was nice. She had been walking all day, and this was about the only place within a good couple blocks that was still standing.
Pulling up the strap of her backpack so it rested comfortably on her shoulder, Alex first searched the house for anything she could use, coming up with one measly hammer that sat alone in a tucked-away drawer. She held onto it anyway, as a sort of weapon in case she needed to defend herself. Or build something, not that she knew how. A little bit about the apocalypse, it was brought about by mankind, during its final World War. Those who survived were the unlucky ones, and Alex happened to be one of the poor unfortunate souls among them.
Sitting down with her back against the wall, Alex let out a long sigh, listening to the howling wind and creaks of the old house. She was starving, exhausted, and cold; but alive. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of a next meal, and someone to share it with. She had been alone since this whole thing started, just about a month ago.
Alex was twenty-three, with long hair and blue-gray eyes. She had on a hiking outfit of sorts; a white t-shirt, some worn pants, and equally worn hiking boots. She was set for traveling, just not set for cold weather. Hugging her knees to her chest, she rested her head and shut her eyes for a few minutes, keeping an ear out in case she heard anything out of the ordinary. Despite not being able to sleep, at the very least, she could close her eyes.
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Rainbow
The End
"I’m fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on Apr 20, 2019 14:01:04 GMT -5
{Ahh thank you! And I apologize, I fell asleep last night. ;v;}
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Non-binary
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Apr 20, 2019 14:45:05 GMT -5
{ I might not reply after this just because I have a dinner ; - ; but I'll be on either later today or tomorrow! I might reply while at the dinner, but it won't be fancy! Hope this is long enough ^^; }
Bella looked through her bag, grabbing the almost empty water bottle she had on her. "Damn it, I need to find more supplies soon." She whispered to herself. She looked up, not seeing anything of real use to her besides a house in the distance. "I could rest there for the night, but who knows what's in there and I have no protection." She took a deep breath and stood up straight, preparing herself for what laid ahead.
She approached the house and opened the door to see someone else was inside, she quickly reached into her bag, gripping at her water bottle in an attempt to make it look like like she had a weapon. "Whoever you are, I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it." Her voice was shaking and so was the rest of the her body, she obviously looked like she wouldn't hold up well in a fight, she was small in stature and thin as though she hadn't ate a good meal in a while. Her own outfit was torn, a black t-shirt with a few tears and a pair of shorts that revealed her bruised knees. "I'm here in peace, I just came here to rest.." She tried to sound stronger than she was, was this the end of her?
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Apr 20, 2019 16:09:17 GMT -5
The sound of a truck came through the area, a large thing with wheels so high that it could come to a short mans' waist. There was a cover over the back, the windows covered in black plastic tarp. Inside the cab were three people - two men and a young woman, all obviously siblings with matching moon-pale skin and shockingly dark black eyes. They all had hair so dark, it looked like the only color to them came from the clothes they wore. They seemed to be arguing about something, although as the engine shut off, the young woman threw up her hands and snapped something at the driver, the oldest brother, who just smirked at her and opened the locked doors. They were right in front of an older, decrepit looking house, although none of them seemed to want to bother to check it.
"Let's go, Gael."
Her voice was rough and cold, matching the old military uniform she wore, although the metal badges were stripped from her chest and shoulders. She held a compound bow with a quiver at her back, and one was already set and ready to fly as she checked the area, crouched low and quiet like the soldier she was. Her dark hair was cropped short, shaved on one side.
The brother in the back of the car jumped down, looking like a klutz next to the trained warrior next to him. He held a bow too, but also a long rifle against his back and a plastic gas tank in the other hand. Whoever these strangers were, they were well armed and seemed to work together flawlessly.
"Hold," The woman said quietly with a fist in the air, and Gael stopped in his tracks. "What it is, Willow?" He whispered, but the young woman just scanned the area. There was no sign of life - except in the house they were stopped in front of, where another old truck was parked and broken down. "Take the diesel, then go back to the truck. Send in Alvero when you're there. Lock the doors, keep a gun on you."
"What-"
Willows' eyes shot to him darkly, and he wordlessly obeyed his older sister, scrambling towards the truck and setting down his weapons before starting to siphon the gas. he gagged at the smell, nose wrinkling. As the youngest, barely seventeen years old, he was often assigned to these little things. And with Willow being the only one with actual experience in emergency situations from serving the military, her older brother Alvero (who was twenty-nine) had given her the most authority between the two. Only twenty-five, Willow seemed expert as she slowly nudged open the door to see...
Two women, both of who looked tired and sore. One of them was so small, the ex-military soldier was sure she could snap her in half with bare hands. Then again, clocking in a 210 pounds of rippling muscle, the six-foot-one woman would be able to rip lots of people apart. She aimed a Glock between them, making it known she could fire in either direction if one of them messed up.
"You two look more than a little lost. What brings you both here at once?"
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Rainbow
The End
"I’m fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on Apr 20, 2019 19:06:07 GMT -5
Everything seemed to happen all at once. The door to the house swung open, and in stumbled a smaller, frail woman. She reached for something in her bag, presumably a weapon. Instinctively, Alex reached for her own, clutching her hammer and holding it out towards this new person. "Hey," Alex's voice cracked, sounding a bit rusty from not talking for some time. "I don't want trouble, alright?" Look who's talking, she scolded herself, lowering her hammer. She didn't let go of it, just let her hand rest at her side. She didn't mean harm either, but when it came to trust, it seemed everyone's wore thin these days. Alex had moved to a standing position as she spoke, backpack slung over her shoulder. At second glance, this girl seemed like she couldn't hurt a fly. She even said she only came to rest. "Alright, come in and shut the door. It's cold out."
To top everything off, a very tall, intimidating woman followed after. Alex stood at five foot five, so this six foot one woman towered over her. Call Alex crazy, but she raised her hammer, which was nothing compared to a literal gun, and spoke. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave." Alex had a big mouth for someone who was exhausted. "See, I was here first, then she came along and I let her stay." Motioning to the small girl with her free hand, she turned her eyes back to the uniformed woman. "You on the other hand, aren't welcome here." Maybe it was the exhaustion talking, because Alex was ready to stand her ground. She was not about to give up this shelter. It was getting late, and there was no other shelter in the surrounding area.
This whole mess caused adrenaline to run through her veins, a newfound energy surging through her. It wasn't much, but staring down the barrel of a gun was enough to put anyone on edge. Alex might not have been a part of the military, but she'd taken some karate lessons before. This tall, muscular woman was not ready to face a yellow belt.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Apr 20, 2019 19:24:38 GMT -5
As the other woman held up a hammer, Willow just rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh, flicking her safety back on and holstering her weapon. "Civilians. Sorry about that, we've had additional bombings scattered across the area. We've been making sure they're cont-" she paused, glancing at the other two, realizing they probably didn't care about the personal goals she had. Instead, she held up a walkie-talkie and clicked a button in a rhythmic fashion. Morse Code.
In a moment, Gael had stepped inside, two water bottles raised by the side of his head. He tossed one to Bella, then to Alex. "This is Gael. I'm Sergean- Willow. Our brother is outside in a truck that loaded with supplies. Clothes, food, water, weapons. We're headed back to the Base nearby where we're hosting survivors. There's shelter, beds, and showers. Are either of you wanting to go? We have space for you."
A heartbeat, and her kid brother glanced down at the floor, hands harmless at his sides. "Too much space," he added quietly, "for a place that had been crawling with people before. Thousands. Now there's just... just a few. Just us and a couple of dozen others left."
"That's enough, Gael. We don't survive by reminiscing."
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