Zombie Town RP
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OOC: True...Should really know who is in on this so we can finalize and say no more joiners. I dont want to take control but we cant have people jumping in part way through...so whoever is in and has characters start posting and whoever is in and hasnt made a character hurry first eight are the ones I am assuming or since so many people wanted to join make it an even ten plus fat american of course. fat american it would also be nice if you would post and set some rules since you are the GM of this apparently lol.
So far we have:
fat american: unkown
Tsurugi- Tsurugi
killer8531- loonie
Dcarty745- James Carty
Kelethor- Tyler "Lucious" Miller
Jenkins- Wallace Jenkins
Mnemophage- Lilah
PedroSteckecilo- Henry "Hank" Bubowitz
GenHellSpawn- Sebastian "Jurrasik" King
Fl@nked- Unkown
DeadWater- Dereck Cole
So I guess we are FULL. NO MORE ENTRIES ( FOR THOSE WHO ASKED FIRST BUT GOT TAKEN OVER BY OTHER PEOPLE MAKING CHARACTERS THAN AMERICAN WILL HAVE TO DECIDE WHEN HE GETS BACK WHO GETS IN AND WHO DOESNT )
So far we have:
fat american: unkown
Tsurugi- Tsurugi
killer8531- loonie
Dcarty745- James Carty
Kelethor- Tyler "Lucious" Miller
Jenkins- Wallace Jenkins
Mnemophage- Lilah
PedroSteckecilo- Henry "Hank" Bubowitz
GenHellSpawn- Sebastian "Jurrasik" King
Fl@nked- Unkown
DeadWater- Dereck Cole
So I guess we are FULL. NO MORE ENTRIES ( FOR THOSE WHO ASKED FIRST BUT GOT TAKEN OVER BY OTHER PEOPLE MAKING CHARACTERS THAN AMERICAN WILL HAVE TO DECIDE WHEN HE GETS BACK WHO GETS IN AND WHO DOESNT )
The evening painted the sky tidal colors, black and blue and white in crisscrossing bands, and Lilah was monochrome in their lowering light. Her key in the library lock made such a deep, sepulchral sound, that it was one of the joys of closing the place - hearing it click, the security echoing. It was a comfort. It kept her mind off her solitude.
Five days, she had been told. She had been working like a machine, day in and day out - not only had she completely maxed out her overtime, but she hadn't had a day off in over a month. Her boss told her it was beginning to tell on her personality, but how could she tell the difference? One day melted into the next, every day, no matter where she was - she might as well be productive and happy while it happened.
Still, now she was alone. In the evening. In town. Watching people do what people do, milling about her in clots and eddies, filing into restaurants, theaters, bars. Somewhere down the street a distorted chord set the air on fire, followed by a crescendo of voices. She followed it like a lazy fish, drifting uncommitted with the current.
The current deposited her, thanks to a group of smokers banging elbows in the correct places, inside the open doorway of a bustling bar. A new place, to her, and one she was sure she didn't fit in at, despite having passed it every day on her way to work. Here, people had primped their plumage, painted their faces and were drinking to console themselves to their conversations - nothing she had any personal truck in, or personal resemblance to. She was thin, yes, and she supposed sort of pretty, but her high model's cheekbones were occluded by the thick-rimmed black glasses that kept her seeing, and her soft, healthy body was shielded by a comfortable gray cardigan and loose green silk slacks. When the girls brushed past her, their bodies were practically naked. No, she was a strange bird in this nest.
She meandered to the bar, noted the label on a passing laborer's beer and ordered something similar. She leaned, letting herself stretch out of the curlicue hunch she had acquired over the course of the day, and listened in on nearby conversations. Wasn't that what people did in places like this?
Five days, she had been told. She had been working like a machine, day in and day out - not only had she completely maxed out her overtime, but she hadn't had a day off in over a month. Her boss told her it was beginning to tell on her personality, but how could she tell the difference? One day melted into the next, every day, no matter where she was - she might as well be productive and happy while it happened.
Still, now she was alone. In the evening. In town. Watching people do what people do, milling about her in clots and eddies, filing into restaurants, theaters, bars. Somewhere down the street a distorted chord set the air on fire, followed by a crescendo of voices. She followed it like a lazy fish, drifting uncommitted with the current.
The current deposited her, thanks to a group of smokers banging elbows in the correct places, inside the open doorway of a bustling bar. A new place, to her, and one she was sure she didn't fit in at, despite having passed it every day on her way to work. Here, people had primped their plumage, painted their faces and were drinking to console themselves to their conversations - nothing she had any personal truck in, or personal resemblance to. She was thin, yes, and she supposed sort of pretty, but her high model's cheekbones were occluded by the thick-rimmed black glasses that kept her seeing, and her soft, healthy body was shielded by a comfortable gray cardigan and loose green silk slacks. When the girls brushed past her, their bodies were practically naked. No, she was a strange bird in this nest.
She meandered to the bar, noted the label on a passing laborer's beer and ordered something similar. She leaned, letting herself stretch out of the curlicue hunch she had acquired over the course of the day, and listened in on nearby conversations. Wasn't that what people did in places like this?
Nothing but the cool silence of early night... then... BAM, the kickback of the M40 felt great to Pfc. Jenkins, Jenks looked from the scope of his sniper right as the marker put the board back up
"nice" Jenkins whispered under his breath, "A perfect headshot."
Jenkins eased back to the scope of his M40, aiming up another shot, He did this everynight after a stress filled day at work. somehow, the kickback of a rifle, wether it be a M-16, M40, or even a Barret .50 Cal, just felt right.
"alright" Jenkins finally said "I think im done here, time to go to the bar and have a drink"
Jenkins signaled to his marker that he was done, got the O.K, picked up his M40, and left.
"its about god damn time i had a drink, I cant function without one"
"nice" Jenkins whispered under his breath, "A perfect headshot."
Jenkins eased back to the scope of his M40, aiming up another shot, He did this everynight after a stress filled day at work. somehow, the kickback of a rifle, wether it be a M-16, M40, or even a Barret .50 Cal, just felt right.
"alright" Jenkins finally said "I think im done here, time to go to the bar and have a drink"
Jenkins signaled to his marker that he was done, got the O.K, picked up his M40, and left.
"its about god damn time i had a drink, I cant function without one"
OOC: also the plus side of being a loonie is i dont have to post until im introduced or force myself into the picture
Well i hope i can come on in.
Name: McHone, William
Age: 13
Height: 6'0(I am in real life)
Weight: 185
Ethnicity: White(Irish)
Your regular white boy that comes from the ghetto but it moving godspeed the hell away. Long blonde hair goes to his neck with a deep voice and his height many mistake him for being older. Not scared of shooting, Not really afraid at all at guns but as a religiously person would hope not to be on the side doing the shooting or anywhere near the shooting for the matter. He does well in school is in advance classes really good in science but cares little for it.(For later purposes to put input in about zombies traits and whatnot. Quite a bit of a movie enthusiat and a big gamer he has learned a few tricks and insight that he carrys with him. Like he will try to make freinds whenever possible and knows where the safty on a gun is and that you must and that you must chamber a new shotgun round, something that people that either knows and has experience using guns or has seen quite a bit and heard a bit would know.
OOC: Little heads up of whats going on so i put in some finishing action of where the hell i'm at what i'm carrying and whatnot?
Name: McHone, William
Age: 13
Height: 6'0(I am in real life)
Weight: 185
Ethnicity: White(Irish)
Your regular white boy that comes from the ghetto but it moving godspeed the hell away. Long blonde hair goes to his neck with a deep voice and his height many mistake him for being older. Not scared of shooting, Not really afraid at all at guns but as a religiously person would hope not to be on the side doing the shooting or anywhere near the shooting for the matter. He does well in school is in advance classes really good in science but cares little for it.(For later purposes to put input in about zombies traits and whatnot. Quite a bit of a movie enthusiat and a big gamer he has learned a few tricks and insight that he carrys with him. Like he will try to make freinds whenever possible and knows where the safty on a gun is and that you must and that you must chamber a new shotgun round, something that people that either knows and has experience using guns or has seen quite a bit and heard a bit would know.
OOC: Little heads up of whats going on so i put in some finishing action of where the hell i'm at what i'm carrying and whatnot?
OOC: I am cool with you hosting, for there is the fact that fat american hasn't posted in two days...
"Um... yea hi my names James", he said while extending his hand for a shake. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fairly attractive woman enter the bar.
OOC: Maybe we could try to meet the other players as a plot point or something. Then that way we wouldn't hijack fat americans story. BTW,
to the host we need to know the following:
town name
locations in town
"Um... yea hi my names James", he said while extending his hand for a shake. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fairly attractive woman enter the bar.
OOC: Maybe we could try to meet the other players as a plot point or something. Then that way we wouldn't hijack fat americans story. BTW,
to the host we need to know the following:
town name
locations in town
Chracter: Tyler "Lucious" Miller
Age: 19
size: 5'7
Ethnicity: Jewish [pale, but not "un-healthy" so]
Job: College Student [on vacation, returning to his old high-school town]
he only just hopped off the bus and he got a crummy fealing, "damn," as he takes a Drag from his ciggarete "left the rest of my smokes on the bus" sighing, holding a duffle bag in his other free hand, he began walking towards the market " maybe I can pick some up in town"
OOC: Tsurugi mind if I meet yyour guy at the market?
Age: 19
size: 5'7
Ethnicity: Jewish [pale, but not "un-healthy" so]
Job: College Student [on vacation, returning to his old high-school town]
he only just hopped off the bus and he got a crummy fealing, "damn," as he takes a Drag from his ciggarete "left the rest of my smokes on the bus" sighing, holding a duffle bag in his other free hand, he began walking towards the market " maybe I can pick some up in town"
OOC: Tsurugi mind if I meet yyour guy at the market?
Trudging into some small hick filled town, Dereck had no intentions of stopping. He was heading north to god knows where. It didn't matter really, there was no reason for it, but there was no reason not to. He had no house, no money, no family, no reason to stay anywhere.
It had been a long ways since the last town. He hadn't eaten real food or had a real drink in days, only the crap he found on the shoulder of the road, and small animals. It wouldn't hurt to just stop in at a bar for a quick drink, maybe something to eat.
Everyone in the place sat in groups except for a cute girl at the bar. He sat down next to her with a loud thud to get her attention.
" Hey, you need another drink?"
Couldn't hurt to try and get some before heading out of town, plus he could leave her with the bill.
It had been a long ways since the last town. He hadn't eaten real food or had a real drink in days, only the crap he found on the shoulder of the road, and small animals. It wouldn't hurt to just stop in at a bar for a quick drink, maybe something to eat.
Everyone in the place sat in groups except for a cute girl at the bar. He sat down next to her with a loud thud to get her attention.
" Hey, you need another drink?"
Couldn't hurt to try and get some before heading out of town, plus he could leave her with the bill.
"Hi mine's Tsurugi" Tsurugi said as he extended his hand to shake James'.
"If you can't pronounce it go ahead and call me what you want"
A few more people had begun entering the bar including a girl who didn't seem like she came to this sort of place often. Also a man who looked down on his luck entered the bar and sat down buy a woman asking if he could buy her a drink.
"Typical slobs" thinks Tsurugi to himself as he watches this man.
OOC: I am not at the market i left there and went to the bar
"If you can't pronounce it go ahead and call me what you want"
A few more people had begun entering the bar including a girl who didn't seem like she came to this sort of place often. Also a man who looked down on his luck entered the bar and sat down buy a woman asking if he could buy her a drink.
"Typical slobs" thinks Tsurugi to himself as he watches this man.
OOC: I am not at the market i left there and went to the bar