The crowd was full of energy, in a bad way. Everyone was running around, surprised and puzzled. No one did anything to stop the hooded man, except for the legionnaires. I have got to do something. A distraction, perhaps? Sander thought, noticing how close Hood was. He quickly took a step towards him, a moment later smiling, after he realized that the man had just tripped behind him.
Satisfied with having atleast helped a little bit, he ran after him, though only jog-trotting. He noticed legionnaires running past him, one even elbowing him in the ribs. The man's hit didn't hurt Sander much, but he was mildly annoyed.
"Maybe that hooded guy is better off without my distracting." He smiled.
Running right, through an empty street, he reached the canal. Hearing noises, he ran towards them, along the canal. Soon, he found Hood standing there, ready to jump. Sander was nearing him, thought not with ill intents. But he didn't even get a chance, as Hood already started climbing a building, running onto the roof, throwing snarky comments.
Half-smiling, Sander walked towards where Hood used to be, walking towards the legionnaires, hoping to pass.
These legionares are useless, Uyran thinks ducking past a pair of them dashing past her, all the damn city is chasing him and they still don't have him?
She scoffs turning off the main street into a shopping lane. "Nothing in this bloody place," she sighs trailing her long fingers down the wall before leaning against it in admist the chaos.
Jacob rounded a corner by the canal, only a bit too late to see Hood scaling a wall to escape the Adept and a fellow Legionnaire. If Jacob had been faster, or Hood hadn't taken him by surprise, the bastard would be in jail now. And that would create a lot less work for Jacob.
"Ah, fucker. Sorry, sir. I had him, and he just slipped out of my grasp, literally."
His shift finally over, Jacob returned to his home. He removed his body armour, made himself some dinner, and spent the rest of the night lounging in front of the television.
That shall conclude my involvement for Chapter One. I shall return when it is either my chapter, or I am requested for another character's chapter.
Sander was pleased to hear the Adept saying that they were changing shifts. Everyone started turning around and slowly leaving, so he followed them, though he soon took another route.
He walked towards where Hood had gone, keeping a clear path that went in that direction, but at the same time closer to his home. He was in the mood to walk right now.
"Not going to sleep, not yet."
"What? That's IT? I'm standing in broad daylight! You could just shoot me! Oh-- sod it.", he sighed, jumping into the canal in a fit of confusion, "You people make no sense!"
End of Chapter 1: Next Chapter GM - Fraught
Simply wait for Fraught to post his OP. He's in charge now, folks. Even us GM's have to follow his storyline.
By the way, if anyone specifically wants their chapter to be either earlier or later on in the storyline, PM me. Otherwise, happy RPing.
Alex checked his watch. "Hey, shift change," he said redundantly. He walked off towards his apartment in the complex nearby, making a meal for himself[sup]1[/sup] and generally messing about.
[small][sup]1[/sup]This meal went so disastrously that it would take a day to clean up.[/small]
Sorry for ripping you off, Sentinel, but my creative juices are running short.
Sally sighed and rubbed her eyes. I need to stop taking longer shifts she thought as she headed home. Exhaustion and underestimation had led to Hood escaping and taunting them about it. When she got home, Sally got a glass of water and a protein bar and went to bed.
Sorry I haven't posted much. There was a trip for school today and I had no access to the internet.
Natasha hurried back to her apartment, shaken by the events that had taken place. She hit the shower for a few minutes, cooked a small dinner and headed for bed shortly after eating.
Sorry, guys, I've been kind of busy. I'll get a post up as soon as I get some ideas, and have time. I'll try to get on it as fast as I can.
'Tis be a question to Sparrow and/or Samuel. So I have the right to make as long as a post I want, stopping only when I encounter another player's character, right?
Sorry, guys, I've been kind of busy. I'll get a post up as soon as I get some ideas, and have time. I'll try to get on it as fast as I can.
'Tis be a question to Sparrow and/or Samuel. So I have the right to make as long as a post I want, stopping only when I encounter another player's character, right?
The Republic - Chapter 2
[small][sub](GM: Fraught)[/sub][/small]
Sander kept walking. The crowd had already disbanded, with a few recently-acquainted faces walking past him, people he had seen running or being scared within the crowd. The whole city was quiet. A distant noise emanating from a multitude of far buildings. This is a perfect evening to walk outside, Sander thought.
The population had already gone to sleep, and the only real noise that was present there, was the sound of his feet hitting the ground in a methodical fashion. The muddy ground muffled his steps, but he could hear them clearly. The silence made it seem louder.
Walking through this dark city, Sander looked at the buildings. The architecture was odd, as many houses in the district he was were similar to medieval middle-east buildings. Houses were shaped like cubes, which had a pyramid on the roof, with a small hole on the top, to let out the smoke from the furnace. The days were hot, so furnaces saw no usage. At this moment, though, that the air got colder and colder, trails of smoke began appearing from many of these pyramids.
The sky - though shielded by smoke - was beautiful and full of stars from where you could see it. A pledge for more worlds it had been.
Now that the world is in such a chaotic state, we can never reach the stars, Sander thought.
Turning his head towards the ground again, he noticed a lone legionnaire. The man was huge, his shoulders like bouldering rocks on top of a huge hill. His legs like two huge trees, hanging firmly on a buffed torso. The thoughts of Sander were all romanticized. The man didn't reach those epic proportions, but he was majestic in his physique.
Sander looked at him for a short while passing him. The man, in his brown coat looked angry, even though there was no reason.
"A bad day, maybe," Sander thought out loud, but silently enough that he thought the man didn't hear him.
Walking past him, Sander reached an intersection. The times raiding around the wasteland that he found televisions, he looked at everything that was there. When he found a book, he took it with him, and read it to the end. His favourite ones he even kept, even after he found the Republic.
Due to that, Sander had images of the old world before his eyes. Streets and intersections he associated with cars. There were no sidewalks in the Republic, which Sander thought odd. People walked all over the wide roads that could easily fit three cars standing next to eachother.
He took a turn to the right, towards the city centre, which was also towards where the incident with the person who they called Hood took place. He thought the man had already gone to wherever his shelter was.
His shelter? Sander thought. Was there one? Was it in the Republic? Somewhere farther? Did Hood have two aliases? Did he wear a hood to conceal who he was at day?
As Sander got paranoid, he started walking slowly and carefully, aiming to not make any noise. He heard a few steps far, far away, which seemed to get closer. Sander could identify the general direction from which the sound came from, but it seemed odd. He didn't seem to be where Sander thought he was. The sounds weren't coming from a house, they weren't silenced by the walls enough.
Speaking of walls, Sander thought. It sounds exactly like someone's walking up on the roof. He stood near a house, carefully positioning himself between the window and door of a building. When the sounds seemed directly overhead, Sander quickly popped out, to find a man preparing to jump, who suddenly stopped - barely avoiding falling off the edge - and looked at him.
"Hey, uhh," Sander said, nervous.
"Hood?"
So, Sentinel10, that legionnaire was you, and Sparrow, let's say it's you I met. I'm not sure if making you stop before you jump off a building is character controlling, but I had to do it to even meet your character. I thought it'd be the right time to encounter someone, and let someone else participate.
Since I'm supposed to be the GM of this chapter, I thought that I can take as many liberties with the world as I want, except for controlling other characters. So yeah, the Republic doesn't have cars or sidewalks. Since, you know, who'd drive a car through the desert to the Republic? And let's just assume that no one capable of buildings cars at random is in the Republic currently.
Hood looked around. The source of the speech was obvious, as nobody else was around. He found it curious that anyone would try to address him, given his status as a trouble-maker in the city.
He knew the man. After all, Hood knew almost everyone that lived in the Republic. Even the people that were not supposed to.
"Sander Harrison. Male. Aged 19. Employed as a creative writer.", he said, hopping down from the building, "I think we've met."
"H-how did you?" Sander asked, curious, surprised and equally scared by how that man knew his name, his age, his profession.
"Met? A bit of a one-sided meeting it was, eh?"
"It's amazing how much you can learn by simply watching.", Hood said, ignoring Sander's questions, "And in a place as small as the Republic, all you have to do is have some spare time and a good memory to know everything, about everyone."
He turned away from Sander, seemingly to stare down a nearby alley.
"No, not particularly," Sander said, glancing at where the man was seemingly looking.
"I'm pretty new her-I mean, you probably know that. All this time I've not had the chance or thought of askin-I mean, you probably know that already too," he said, playfully half-mocking the man.
"I mean, what's your story? Why were you up on that wall? Was it you who shot a gun there? Why?"
"That's not exactly free information. My job is only possible because of that very reason: nobody knows anything about me. Maybe that'll change one day, but I doubt it."
Hood looked over his shoulder at the man for a few seconds, before turning back to look at the alleyway.
"I'm here for something important, but it'd go over your head. It'd go over most people's heads. Sometimes even I don't understand what I should be doing next. But if you need something, I'm here every night at this time. Just don't go spreading it around."
After a few seconds of thought, Hood finally made his way down the alleyway. It was dark enough to conceal his entire body from view, his figure slowly disappearing as he made his way further into the alleyway.
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