?True? replied sunny ?but that?s what the fires for.? Sunny quipped while lighting his fingertips. He quickly extinguished his hand and turned to Neil ?where exactly in the slums are we going?? sunny took quick stock of the people around him. ?what exactly have I gotten myself into?? He thought.
Neil turned to face sunny, 'well we are going to a guy who knows a lot of stuff, this is because he can read people like a book. that ain't a power it's just he know body language as well as we know English' Neil nudged Chris with his foot, 'also I will not hesitate to melt your legs off if you try and leave the group, you know too much and if you get caught by the police then they will know where we went and will properly be able to track us and I don't want them to know where I am.'.
Jen had been walking for a long time before she stopped and looked at her surroundings. She was on the outskirts of the slums, heading out of the area that was considered safe for normal people, and entering the district populated by shadows, who had been forced from their homes with no place to go, by fearful and panicked civilians. She slipped her phone from her pocket and sent a quick text to her mother.
"
Code:
Sandra needed help with skl wrk, stayin ovr. Is tht k?
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It didn't matter if it was "k" or not, Jen probably wasn't coming home until mid-morning anyway. She then sent another text to Sandra asking her to cover for her should her mother wish to follow up on the story. Replacing the phone into her pocket, Jen walked further into the slums.
She walked past various sights, like the irony of a blind man glowing brightly in the darkness, preaching something to a small congregation of people gathered around him, or a cat jumping down from a corrugated iron roof and roaring as a lion at some rats in an alley before standing upright and becoming a human again. She also saw less pleasant sights, like a man lying either unconscious or comatose at the mouth of a dark cul-de-sac, a pair of beady eyes watching just above him. Many less savoury looking fellows beginning to walk towards her, or opening their mouths to call before getting stopped by their slightly grimmer looking companions, sometimes missing a limb.
The ones that looked innocent and unphased by all going on around them, were sometimes the ones that were the most dangerous to get on the wrong side of. Jen wasn't of course, but she kept up the act, keeping her chin held high, and not faltering or stopping. It hurt to see the state of these people, once normal and productive members of society, forced into this state.
She kept walking, not knowing where she was going, just keeping a mental map of how to get back.
It took up three lines on my phone. Even a short (Three lines normally) post takes up the whole screen, so that's pretty shocking.
I've seen good RPs, bad RPs, great RPs and terrible RPs in my time. This could be a damn good one if it pulls itself up by the bootstraps.
Also, An depressant pill?
Either you knew it was an anti-depressant but couldn't be bothered to edit, or your grammar is rather shocking, which I think isn't the truth from your previous posts, which have been decent. Furthermore. "I am ready now" - Could you be more robotic and monotone? I know it's just text and it's hard to convey emotion with words, but that's why you use other words to supplement, to form and to shape your meaning.
Chris fell out of bed and landed face down. He gave a long groan and waved his hand in the air feebly in an attempt to signal Neil to stop nudging him.
Neil kept on poking Chris with his foot, 'I am not going to stop poking you till you have left the house and started heading to the slums with the rest of use', Neil sat on the floor and started poking Chris in different places really fast including, the back of the neck and side of waist. Neil turned to the rest of the group, 'Anyone want to help me?'.
?Sure why not? said sunny as he heated his finger tip. He crouched down next Chris poking at Chris?s back. ?Come on big guy time to go.? His heated fingertips seemed to be causing Chris more discomfort than normal.
Jen had been walking for a long time before she stopped and looked at her surroundings. She was on the outskirts of the slums, heading out of the area that was considered safe for normal people, and entering the district populated by shadows, who had been forced from their homes with no place to go, by fearful and panicked civilians. She slipped her phone from her pocket and sent a quick text to her mother.
"
Code:
Sandra needed help with skl wrk, stayin ovr. Is tht k?
"
It didn't matter if it was "k" or not, Jen probably wasn't coming home until mid-morning anyway. She then sent another text to Sandra asking her to cover for her should her mother wish to follow up on the story. Replacing the phone into her pocket, Jen walked further into the slums.
She walked past various sights, like the irony of a blind man glowing brightly in the darkness, preaching something to a small congregation of people gathered around him, or a cat jumping down from a corrugated iron roof and roaring as a lion at some rats in an alley before standing upright and becoming a human again. She also saw less pleasant sights, like a man lying either unconscious or comatose at the mouth of a dark cul-de-sac, a pair of beady eyes watching just above him. Many less savoury looking fellows beginning to walk towards her, or opening their mouths to call before getting stopped by their slightly grimmer looking companions, sometimes missing a limb.
The ones that looked innocent and unphased by all going on around them, were sometimes the ones that were the most dangerous to get on the wrong side of. Jen wasn't of course, but she kept up the act, keeping her chin held high, and not faltering or stopping. It hurt to see the state of these people, once normal and productive members of society, forced into this state.
She kept walking, not knowing where she was going, just keeping a mental map of how to get back.
It took up three lines on my phone. Even a short (Three lines normally) post takes up the whole screen, so that's pretty shocking.
I've seen good RPs, bad RPs, great RPs and terrible RPs in my time. This could be a damn good one if it pulls itself up by the bootstraps.
Also, An depressant pill?
Either you knew it was an anti-depressant but couldn't be bothered to edit, or your grammar is rather shocking, which I think isn't the truth from your previous posts, which have been decent. Furthermore. "I am ready now" - Could you be more robotic and monotone? I know it's just text and it's hard to convey emotion with words, but that's why you use other words to supplement, to form and to shape your meaning.
Sorry about that, I am skiing in Montana and I froze my hands. -20 is not forgiving and I made the post while waiting for my hands to thaw out. Really I just wanted to show that I was still there it was not a full post just a quick update. A depressant (like alcohol) is probably what Zed needs. Most anti-psychotic drugs are depressants. Considering the effort I put into this OOC while my nerves regrow I wont make an update post this time.
Chris was unable to resist this torture any longer. He grunted and rose from his makeshift bed. ''C'mon guys...grow up...'' he mumbled and went to check he had everything he needed in his backpack for the journey into the slums, still drowsy and pausing every so often to rub his face and stretch. ''Is it even 1 yet?'' he inquired, turning around, standing up and slinging his now full backpack over his shoulder in one motion.
Everyone was ready to leave, they all started to walk towards the slum with Neil in the lead, after walking in the dark forest filled with all kinds of bugs flying around everyone's head, Neil smacking some of the larger ones away from his head, for a few minutes they arrived at the slums, 'don't touch anything and speak to no one till we arrive at our destination or I will smack you' said Neil facing the group. The slums were full of people mostly shadows, the markets were filled with strange creatures, from two headed snakes too half beetle half tigers about 0.5m tall and 2m long and odd technology non-of which you could tell what it would do without using it. After walking around the slums for about 1 hour they arrived at a tent with a man who had steel skin standing outside the man looked at Neil, 'Zack has been expecting you, and I presume these guys are with you' he said will pointing at the group, Neil nodded his head, the man led them in, In the tent was a man sitting at a desk and a man with a flaming dog(hellhound) standing next to him, the man at the desk looked up and said, 'So what do want Neil and people'.
Jen was walking down a dark street, illuminated only by the glow of a few lamps inside ramshackle houses when she began to hear a buzz of noise, having nowhere to go, she made a beeline for the noise. Seeing a market filled with odd beasts and creatures. She noticed a familiar looking white hoodie above many heads in the crowd, walking with a medium-large group, and followed at what she considered a safe distance until they stopped. It didn't matter if they saw her, they knew nothing other than what she looked like, and in one case, a phone number. She snapped out of her reverie as they talked to a large, metal plated man, and went in. When the final shadow entered the tent, one Jen hadn't seen before, probably the forest man, she walked over to the steel-skinned stranger, and stood on the other side of the door to him. "I'm not with them, but I don't want to harm anyone either. Is it OK if wait here for them to finish?" She asked, not much caring whether she got an answer or not. She'd either wait here, or out of sight, it wasn't like there was an abundance of spotlights and security around.
The metal plated man turned to Jen and spoke in a strong Russian accent, 'I will crush you if you don't leave now' he cracked his knuckles, 'Bosses orders, I just happened to take pleasure in it' he loomed over Jen, 'so make the decision, leave or stay here and leave as dust'.
"What the hell was that all about?" Red yelled firing his gun into the air and doing a victory dance. "That's right I just killed some demon-thing or whatever, if I had a healing power I'd shoot myself in the head" Red raised his pistols to his head but was interrupted by a sudden stray though "Oh yeah was I supposed to stay here of go find those crazy people, not like I couldn't find them" Red laughed joyfully "Ah I bet they miss me already!" Red grabbed several magazines of ammo for his 9mm and a .38 special while tossing his shotgun back into the couch. Red walked outside his right arm twitching almost aching to get into a fight. "NO" Red shouted a his arm.
Closing his eyes he spun in a random direction and finally decided to head south deeper into the slums. Red bounded down the street dodging all sorts of strange and grotesque shadows before noticing a familar face. "Hey its that water chick" Red laughed, "I will crush you" A Large steel skin man yelled "Is he talking to me?" Red wondered out loud. Yes, yes Kill him kill him Red cocked his gun and shoved it against the man's head "Hello" He said cheerfully
Sunny didn?t want to address the two new men without sizing them up first. He scanned the two of them his eyes finally coming to rest on the strange flaming dog feeling an instant kinship to the beast. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone yelling ?I will crush you? and a gun cocking. ? what is all that commotion outside? I better go check it out.?
"Well that's my cue to leave" Jen said quickly. She was no expert on negotiation, but she knew dangerously insane, plus guns, multiplied by strong, stupid, under orders to kill, and likely bulletproof equaled a bad situation. She swiftly walked forwards, and turned down the closest side-road. A small dog-like creature with a three-way jaw snarled at her, but was easily distracted by a ball of water larger than its jaws materialising just in front of it. It snapped at the water a couple of times, before beginning to drink.
Satisfied that the threat was taken care of, she wandered momentarily so see if there was anywhere she could watch without being seen, eventually positioning herself behind a corrugated iron sheet, and looked through a hole looking on to the tent flap at a sixty degree angle. She saw the man she hadn't seen at the lake exit the tent and look at Red. She waited for one of them to speak, to reveal their agenda.
Sunny stepped out to see a mysterious man holding a gun on the guard outside the door.? Whoa guys calm down.? said sunny he raised his hand so that it was positioned at the same height as the gun. If anything he could grab the barrel and melt it shut, but he didn?t want to put the guard in danger. Taking a second look at the metal plated guard sunny doubted that bullets would hurt him. Sunny went to analyzing the man with the Mohawk his arm was twitching. Okay maybe I got a chance thought sunny as he lunged at red. He threw a hard kick at reds right arm while grabbing his guns barrel.
not sure witch hand red was holding the gun in if it was his right hand then change hard kick to striking at his elbow
Red shot twice before Sunny grabed his gun melting it down, "Shit" Red swore before smashing the melted gun across the Metal Man. "This is none of your business stranger" Red yelled jumping back and pulling both of his other pistols out, aiming for Sunny
Neil heard the fighting outside and left the tent, the moment he left the tent he instantly kicked Red in the balls and grabbed both of his guns in one hand, 'Now Red say sorry to the nice man and I will give you your guns back...' Neil took a second and realised he should change the deal'after we have talked to Zack because Zack doesn't lick it when he is kept waiting or attention is brought to him' Neil looked red straight in the eyes, 'OK?'. The metal Russian man looked at Neil, 'So he is with you then? he doesn't seem like someone you would normally stick with', Neil turned to the Russian man and said in a depressed manner, 'don't really have a choice'
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The strange dog like creature followed Jen after it finished drinking, after Jen stopped and looked through the hole it started licking the back of her leg.
"Fuck that" Red swore snatching his guns back from Niel as he was momentarily distracted, "Lucky grab" Red said laughing as he holstered them in his jacket. Red clenched his teeth as visions of colors swirled around him and but disappeared after a moment. He tossed his worthless .38 at Sunny, "You owe me a new gun, make it something shiny" Red gleefully laughed
Chris gave no contribution to the previous interactions, his power wasn't exactly subtle, and he felt it best that they keep as low a profile as possible. Chris was fascinated at the odd animals he had seen on the way to the slums. He had especially enjoyed to the insect ones. Making comments to himself about how COOL they all were. Nobody heard them, he thought, at least.
Neil scolded red, 'we need to keep a low profile having a fight in the slums sin't going to do that' Neil goes back into the tent and talks to Zack, 'sorry to keep you waiting, I think you know why I am hear', Zack leaned forward and goes, 'do tell me you have anded a team of idots together to blow up a lake?', Neil sarcastically laughed' ha ha ha, no but any information you have about the attack on the lake would be useful', Zack chuckled, 'And what would I get from this interaction apart from being associated with a group of wanted terrorists?' Neil moved forward and said firmly, 'you know I will make this up for you ones I clear my name' Zack leaned back and thought for a moment looking around at the group of people, 'let me talk to you all one at a ime and I think I can come up with a deal, first you mister hoddie aspo' Zack clapped his hands, 'everyone else wait outside my tent!'.
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