The car screeched beside the restaurant, with the bear only a few blocks away. Lester and Kane both ran to the building, and tore open the door. "Everybody! Follow me! Now!" They both yelled, and sprinted back into the car, nervously looking back.
"They are taking far too damn long!" Lester groaned. "If they don't get in here soon, we're all done for. Kane, get your foot on the pedal. We might have to leave them." He nervously looked at the house, and back at the bear. He bit his lip, and shut his eyes in back.
Another roaring, however, could be heard overhead. It was a different kind of roaring though. It was buffeting, mechanical. What was most noticable, however, was that it was in the air. Two large black helicopters, equip with shiny new military weaponry, were circling the bear, shooting. The bear had no hope. The top-grade automatic weapons were far stronger than the gigantic bear could handle. Falling to the side, the blackbear took out three houses with it, until it finally stopped breathing.
Lester whistled, and looked up to their savior. They were already gone. It was if they didn't notice them, or that they ignored them. Either or, there was civilization. A goal for everybody to work towards.
((NOTE: I'm going to update the OP with a BIG change to the roleplay. It's going to go through different phases, and - Hell, I'll just let the OP explain it. Just check back often!))
((EDIT: Denied, Annie. I don't understand how an eight year old can survive without her arm being fixed up medically, and being locked up in a studio for three months. ))
((Okay NeilSaur. If I take out the shrapnel part and make her 16 instead, can she still be in? And sorry, I didn't realize it had been three months already: I thought it had just been a few weeks since the outbreak.))
((Here is my new application))
Name: Amanda Smith
Age: 16 years old
Personality: She is creative, artistic, zany, curious, and spontaneous. Her spontaneity is most likely what has kept her alive for this past week after the apocalypse. She has an obsession with hamsters, and they were her favorite animal before the outbreak
Appearance: Her long, curly hair is blond with a faint red-ish tint to it. She has huge doe-like eyes that are constantly shifting form blue to gray to green, and her irises are flecked with gold specks. She is very short for her age: she's about 5 feet tall. She is very slender, and only weighs 98 lbs. She is still wearing the short, strapless green dress from her Sweet Sixteen party.
Equipment: A small backpack with a box of band-aids, a bag of skittles, 1 dollar of dimes, scissors, a bottle of nail polish remover, a black Sharpie marker, and a small pocket-knife.
Skills: Amanda is an amazing artist, and can always think outside of the box. She was a lifeguard during the summers, and is trained in basic first aid.
Biography: This eccentric teen was terrified when her mother, twin brother, and all of her guests dropped to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony, as they choked to death during her party. Her father stayed himself for the first day and protected her, but when he started turning into a green four-legged beast after an encounter with a cockroach, Amanda fled to the deserted house next door. Mutated rats terrorized her, and were constantly slamming against the locked door. She hid in their neighbors' basement pantry for several days until what used to be her father (who had turned into a creeper because of the virus) found her. Her arm was sprained in the explosion, and she fled to the studio where she takes dance lessons. There was no sign of anything there, and she is still in the studio currently. The small convenience store beneath the dance studio has provided her with food for the past three months.
Additional facts: She has severe arachnophobia
Suggestions: None. . . .
One-liner: Amanda Smith: The artistic teen
Markus quickly grabbed Paul and Reagan by the collar of their shirts, and ran outside to see Lester, Adrianne, and two other men waiting in a beaten, bloodstained car. Then, Markus saw the bear, if it could still be called that. He was about to draw his pistol, when the helicopters arrived and annihilated the mutated beast. Markus watched in awe as the M76 Vulcan miniguns tore the bear to pieces.
As the helicopters flew off, Markus let Paul and Reagan loose and walked up to the car.
"Well, ho-ho-lee ****. Aren't we full of surprises?"
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[Looked back at other pages... I Have TF2, Gmod, and Steam as well! Now, for the RP... How exactly should I get involved with everyone..? Or should I put off introducing Leon until later? xD
EDIT: OOH! Annie! xD Maybe Leon can find you? =p Since both of us are just on the sidelines right now. Haha. =p]
((*cough* this should be going on through PMs, not topic-clogging ooc posts *cough* Loll no offense :tongue.gif:))
Paul lowered his bow, less in awe or shock than one might think. He lifted his hand over his eyes to block the sun's glare and stared at the two copters that made swiss cheese of the huge monster. Then, he grumbled something to himself, sounding quite annoyed or frustrated.
Then, ignoring the overhead choppers, he started walking toward the bear. He nodded at Lester once, and outstretched his bowstring once more, but continued forward through the rubble and smoke of the fallen beast.
When the smoke cleared, the breathless creature was in sight. But, still fearful, Paul kept his arrow aimed at it's head; or what he believed was its head, anyway, being so obscured by debris and blood and fur.
When he reached the carcass, he relaxed his weapon, using his now free hand to deftly remove and open his case from his quiver. As per his usual routine, he scoped around to make sure he wasn't being watched by the other survivors, uncaring of the copters above, and began an "autopsy" of his own. Placing the case to rest on the ground beside the monster, he took his arrow and plunged it into one of the open wounds, using it as a starting point, and then dragged the arrowhead for a good length to make a large cut. Pulling the flesh aside, he began to inspect the creature's insides, searching for something. However, he could not find it, and deciding he was taking too much time, he began to clan up his mess.
"They're going east." Lester mumbled to Kane, sitting back in the car. "There's gotta be something in that direction. Something significantly important, I suppose. Do you think it could be a city? A town where the virus isn't killing everyone?
Kane nodded. "Yeah, that would be fantastic. How many people are in the group by the way?"
"Six of us, now. With the new guy in the back. I think. Introductions later." Lester said to the direction of the man.
"Great. We can all fit in the car without being too uncomfortable." Kane looked out the window, at the two specks in the distance. "You got those spare weapons and ammunition, right? For you, Adrianne, and Paul... Whoever that is."
"Well, we're not sure who to give it to yet, but Paul is the most likely candidate. He's the guy with the bow."
Lester stepped out of the car, sliding his new found gun in his pocket. He strode up to Paul, curious to know what he was doing. Shrugging it off, he pulled out the spare pistol.
"We've got an extra weapon, and we all agree you need it most." He put the pistol, and it's ammo on the ground, and walked off.
"Guys!" Lester called out, signalling everyone. "Get out here. We've got plans to discuss."
Kane hopped out of the car, and followed close behind.
[Well, I wanted to make sure Neil would be okay with it, as well as seeing if Annie would be cool with it. Since Neil didn't say anything against it, I'm assuming it's okay. I will edit this soon with my first post, once I catch up on reading all these pages. =p
EDIT: Fully caught up, posting now.]
Leon walked through the streets, observing the wreckage. He laughed to himself a bit when he passed the mall. "So, I've traveled all the way to Vancouver now, eh?" He sighed, and kept walking, listening for animals, survivors, or anything else out there. After a while, he arrived at a two story building. The top floor had a sign on it signalling a dance studio, and the bottom floor was a convenience store. "What an odd combo..." He muttered, and then saw them. A pack of infected wolves were swarming the store. Normally, he would have figured to stay away, but, seeing as it was wolves, that meant a survivor was nearby. Most likely in the studio above.
Leon pulled out his gun, and advanced, shooting one of the wolves in the head, splattering blood all over the window of the convenience store. This got the attention of the other three wolves, who all began to charge Leon. He managed to kill another before they arrived, but wasn't fast or accurate enough to kill the other two. He put his gun away, and pulled his guitar off of his back. "Come on pretties..." He said, swinging the guitar at a wolf who was pouncing at him, splitting it's skull. He smiled, and looked at the razorblade-lined guitar. "Nice little addition there, eh?" He asked himself, looking at the other wolf, who was now in a defensive stance. He simply shot it int he head before it could move, and sighed.
Leon walked over the corpses to the convenience store, and entered. "Lucky me... The wolves scared away the rodents." He smiled, and walked up the stairs, holding his guitar in front of him. He knocked on the dance studio door twice, and readied himself, in case one of those things popped out again. "Hello? Is anybody in there?" He shouted, hoping for a reply. 'I hope the wolves weren't after a corpse again... I don't think I could handle another so soon...' He thought, and winced as he did.
[Three paragraph into. Pretty fancy, eh? *Raises eyebrows, and smiles smugly* Haha. xD I haven't RP'd on here in a while, and missed out on being part of the first part of the RP, so I felt the need to write a wall. :3]
Zeke filed out of the car with the other man, approaching the one who appeared to be the leader. He had seen the bear, the helicopters, and the guns. That meant that there was a chance for survival, and, as always, Zeke was going to take it, one way or another. His eyes locked on the gun laying at another man's feet. Immediately his mind started formulating a plan, analyzing the risks and possibilities. No. It would be better to travel with the group, even if he didn't like it. They offered protection and supplies, and that was what he needed most. He looked back at the leader, and let his shotgun hang loose in a sign of trustworthiness.
Markus watched as Lester, a shaggy, red-haired man, and a man who looked like he belonged in an office piled out of the car. Hearing Lester's call, Markus quickly jogged over the the redheaded man, and stuck out his hand.
"Sergeant 1st Class Markus Fletcher. What the hell was that damned thing?"
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//VIRAL BEASTS\\ Go check it out. Or I'll get Absolete on your ass.
"Alright. Introductions are due later, when everyone is here." Lester mumbled rubbing his eyes. "Markus, that right there was an infected bear. Apparently according to Kane's studies, the bears basically fought eachother off until there were a male and a female remaining. Now that this one is dead, there's still a female left. But I get a feeling it won't be reproducing."
Kane nodded, and wiped the hair out his eyes. "Yep. It's going to have to travel to find a mate, and if a bear in another area already has one, it's probably going to die."
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"So we won't be bothered by it?" Reagan asked cautiously, she was fingering her gun, the dead bear making her edgy, her mind telling her to get the hell out of there. "I'm Reagan." Reagan said, ignoring Lester's comment about the introductions.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
[T-T I wanna RP Dx OrphanAnnie needs to come online now! xD -Been waiting a couple days to hop in now- Should i make a new intro post..? Or just wait..? o 3 o -Has been dying to RP more here-]
Paul quickly finished what he was doing, placing his case and arrow back in his quiver as Lester walked away. He rose to his feet as Lester called the others, and picked up the weapon and ammo.
He checked to see if the weapon was loaded, and pocketed any extra ammo. Having done much forensic work, he was quite familiar with firearms; how to hold them, reload them, etc. But he had never, in all actuality, ever fired one. He tucked the gun away in his hoodie's pocket and jogged over to Lester's position, slightly nodding at him to show his thanks. Then he just stood there, waiting patiently to be addressed, and noticed the newcomers. He analyzed their faces and the comfort of the way they carried themselves. Weakness, in his mind, or some sort of reverse psychological trick. Either that, or they knew Lester. Either way, Paul placed his hands into the hoodie pocket, and without anyone's knowledge, held the gun to pull and fire at any moment.
Adrianne simply sat on top of the car's hood, apart from the group. She stared into the sky blankly, throwing her table leg weapon to the ground. Getting up, she walked across the street. A gas station lay there, and she simply walked up to it. A quick inspection yielded nothing wrong, just a broken window. Stepping through it, she looked both ways. "Doritoooos, are you heeeere?" She grinned, stalking through an aisle. They were mostly bare, filled with torn up candy bars and bags. Upon the ground, below the shelf, was a bag of Doritos. Laughing in pleasure, she scooped it up.
Opening it instantly, she popped a single chip in her mouth before slowly looking to her side. Laying upon the ground there was four dead humans, rotten and decomposing. What seemed to be the manager of the store was staring directly at Adrianne, his mouth open and his eyes wide. Screaming at the top of her lungs, still holding the Doritos, she jumped out the window and jogged back to the group. "****... ****... ****!"
[Screw it... xD] Leon had been waiting at the door for a while now. If anybody was inside, the were either dead, or in a deep deep sleep. He sighed, and started to leave when he heard a girl scream a few streets away. He instantly grabbed his gun, slinging the bladed guitar over his back, and started heading in the direction of the scream.
After going down about two or three roads, he ran into another wolf who had strayed from it's pack, but this one was different. It was larger, it's eyes were a darker red, and it had open wounds all over it's body, with a oily looking liquid dripping from them. It growled at Leon, and spit a dark tinted drool when it did. "Oh, what the hell!?" Leon said in a raised voice, lifting his gun, and shooting at the wolf, but, the bullet didn't have that large of an effect, and only pierced the skin of the wolves forehead. "Ohhhhh ****!" Leon yelled this time, and took off in the opposite direction, putting the gun away and pulling out his guitar. The wolf was faster than him, and lunged at him, not hurting him, but causing him to roll, and his guitar flying in the opposite direction.
Leon pulled the gun out again, and quickly fired three more shots, all doing as much damage as the first. He went to fire again, but the gun clicked. 'Out of ammo... Oh hell...' Leon thought, cupping his hands to his mouth. "Hello!? Anyone out there, help!!!" He called out into the sky, hoping a reply would follow. He looked back at the wolf, his guitar too close to the wolf, and him too far away to get to it in time. He grabbed a fallen tree branch that was on the side of the road, and held it, ready to fend off the wolf if no help came.
"They are taking far too damn long!" Lester groaned. "If they don't get in here soon, we're all done for. Kane, get your foot on the pedal. We might have to leave them." He nervously looked at the house, and back at the bear. He bit his lip, and shut his eyes in back.
Another roaring, however, could be heard overhead. It was a different kind of roaring though. It was buffeting, mechanical. What was most noticable, however, was that it was in the air. Two large black helicopters, equip with shiny new military weaponry, were circling the bear, shooting. The bear had no hope. The top-grade automatic weapons were far stronger than the gigantic bear could handle. Falling to the side, the blackbear took out three houses with it, until it finally stopped breathing.
Lester whistled, and looked up to their savior. They were already gone. It was if they didn't notice them, or that they ignored them. Either or, there was civilization. A goal for everybody to work towards.
((NOTE: I'm going to update the OP with a BIG change to the roleplay. It's going to go through different phases, and - Hell, I'll just let the OP explain it. Just check back often!))
((EDIT: Denied, Annie. I don't understand how an eight year old can survive without her arm being fixed up medically, and being locked up in a studio for three months. ))
((Here is my new application))
Name: Amanda Smith
Age: 16 years old
Personality: She is creative, artistic, zany, curious, and spontaneous. Her spontaneity is most likely what has kept her alive for this past week after the apocalypse. She has an obsession with hamsters, and they were her favorite animal before the outbreak
Appearance: Her long, curly hair is blond with a faint red-ish tint to it. She has huge doe-like eyes that are constantly shifting form blue to gray to green, and her irises are flecked with gold specks. She is very short for her age: she's about 5 feet tall. She is very slender, and only weighs 98 lbs. She is still wearing the short, strapless green dress from her Sweet Sixteen party.
Equipment: A small backpack with a box of band-aids, a bag of skittles, 1 dollar of dimes, scissors, a bottle of nail polish remover, a black Sharpie marker, and a small pocket-knife.
Skills: Amanda is an amazing artist, and can always think outside of the box. She was a lifeguard during the summers, and is trained in basic first aid.
Biography: This eccentric teen was terrified when her mother, twin brother, and all of her guests dropped to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony, as they choked to death during her party. Her father stayed himself for the first day and protected her, but when he started turning into a green four-legged beast after an encounter with a cockroach, Amanda fled to the deserted house next door. Mutated rats terrorized her, and were constantly slamming against the locked door. She hid in their neighbors' basement pantry for several days until what used to be her father (who had turned into a creeper because of the virus) found her. Her arm was sprained in the explosion, and she fled to the studio where she takes dance lessons. There was no sign of anything there, and she is still in the studio currently. The small convenience store beneath the dance studio has provided her with food for the past three months.
Additional facts: She has severe arachnophobia
Suggestions: None. . . .
One-liner: Amanda Smith: The artistic teen
As the helicopters flew off, Markus let Paul and Reagan loose and walked up to the car.
"Well, ho-ho-lee ****. Aren't we full of surprises?"
EDIT: OOH! Annie! xD Maybe Leon can find you? =p Since both of us are just on the sidelines right now. Haha. =p]
~DED
Paul lowered his bow, less in awe or shock than one might think. He lifted his hand over his eyes to block the sun's glare and stared at the two copters that made swiss cheese of the huge monster. Then, he grumbled something to himself, sounding quite annoyed or frustrated.
Then, ignoring the overhead choppers, he started walking toward the bear. He nodded at Lester once, and outstretched his bowstring once more, but continued forward through the rubble and smoke of the fallen beast.
When the smoke cleared, the breathless creature was in sight. But, still fearful, Paul kept his arrow aimed at it's head; or what he believed was its head, anyway, being so obscured by debris and blood and fur.
When he reached the carcass, he relaxed his weapon, using his now free hand to deftly remove and open his case from his quiver. As per his usual routine, he scoped around to make sure he wasn't being watched by the other survivors, uncaring of the copters above, and began an "autopsy" of his own. Placing the case to rest on the ground beside the monster, he took his arrow and plunged it into one of the open wounds, using it as a starting point, and then dragged the arrowhead for a good length to make a large cut. Pulling the flesh aside, he began to inspect the creature's insides, searching for something. However, he could not find it, and deciding he was taking too much time, he began to clan up his mess.
"They're going east." Lester mumbled to Kane, sitting back in the car. "There's gotta be something in that direction. Something significantly important, I suppose. Do you think it could be a city? A town where the virus isn't killing everyone?
Kane nodded. "Yeah, that would be fantastic. How many people are in the group by the way?"
"Six of us, now. With the new guy in the back. I think. Introductions later." Lester said to the direction of the man.
"Great. We can all fit in the car without being too uncomfortable." Kane looked out the window, at the two specks in the distance. "You got those spare weapons and ammunition, right? For you, Adrianne, and Paul... Whoever that is."
"Well, we're not sure who to give it to yet, but Paul is the most likely candidate. He's the guy with the bow."
Lester stepped out of the car, sliding his new found gun in his pocket. He strode up to Paul, curious to know what he was doing. Shrugging it off, he pulled out the spare pistol.
"We've got an extra weapon, and we all agree you need it most." He put the pistol, and it's ammo on the ground, and walked off.
"Guys!" Lester called out, signalling everyone. "Get out here. We've got plans to discuss."
Kane hopped out of the car, and followed close behind.
EDIT: Fully caught up, posting now.]
Leon walked through the streets, observing the wreckage. He laughed to himself a bit when he passed the mall. "So, I've traveled all the way to Vancouver now, eh?" He sighed, and kept walking, listening for animals, survivors, or anything else out there. After a while, he arrived at a two story building. The top floor had a sign on it signalling a dance studio, and the bottom floor was a convenience store. "What an odd combo..." He muttered, and then saw them. A pack of infected wolves were swarming the store. Normally, he would have figured to stay away, but, seeing as it was wolves, that meant a survivor was nearby. Most likely in the studio above.
Leon pulled out his gun, and advanced, shooting one of the wolves in the head, splattering blood all over the window of the convenience store. This got the attention of the other three wolves, who all began to charge Leon. He managed to kill another before they arrived, but wasn't fast or accurate enough to kill the other two. He put his gun away, and pulled his guitar off of his back. "Come on pretties..." He said, swinging the guitar at a wolf who was pouncing at him, splitting it's skull. He smiled, and looked at the razorblade-lined guitar. "Nice little addition there, eh?" He asked himself, looking at the other wolf, who was now in a defensive stance. He simply shot it int he head before it could move, and sighed.
Leon walked over the corpses to the convenience store, and entered. "Lucky me... The wolves scared away the rodents." He smiled, and walked up the stairs, holding his guitar in front of him. He knocked on the dance studio door twice, and readied himself, in case one of those things popped out again. "Hello? Is anybody in there?" He shouted, hoping for a reply. 'I hope the wolves weren't after a corpse again... I don't think I could handle another so soon...' He thought, and winced as he did.
[Three paragraph into. Pretty fancy, eh? *Raises eyebrows, and smiles smugly* Haha. xD I haven't RP'd on here in a while, and missed out on being part of the first part of the RP, so I felt the need to write a wall. :3]
~DED
Markus watched as Lester, a shaggy, red-haired man, and a man who looked like he belonged in an office piled out of the car. Hearing Lester's call, Markus quickly jogged over the the redheaded man, and stuck out his hand.
"Sergeant 1st Class Markus Fletcher. What the hell was that damned thing?"
Kane nodded, and wiped the hair out his eyes. "Yep. It's going to have to travel to find a mate, and if a bear in another area already has one, it's probably going to die."
~DED
He checked to see if the weapon was loaded, and pocketed any extra ammo. Having done much forensic work, he was quite familiar with firearms; how to hold them, reload them, etc. But he had never, in all actuality, ever fired one. He tucked the gun away in his hoodie's pocket and jogged over to Lester's position, slightly nodding at him to show his thanks. Then he just stood there, waiting patiently to be addressed, and noticed the newcomers. He analyzed their faces and the comfort of the way they carried themselves. Weakness, in his mind, or some sort of reverse psychological trick. Either that, or they knew Lester. Either way, Paul placed his hands into the hoodie pocket, and without anyone's knowledge, held the gun to pull and fire at any moment.
...he had a bad feeling, you could say...
Opening it instantly, she popped a single chip in her mouth before slowly looking to her side. Laying upon the ground there was four dead humans, rotten and decomposing. What seemed to be the manager of the store was staring directly at Adrianne, his mouth open and his eyes wide. Screaming at the top of her lungs, still holding the Doritos, she jumped out the window and jogged back to the group. "****... ****... ****!"
Leon had been waiting at the door for a while now. If anybody was inside, the were either dead, or in a deep deep sleep. He sighed, and started to leave when he heard a girl scream a few streets away. He instantly grabbed his gun, slinging the bladed guitar over his back, and started heading in the direction of the scream.
After going down about two or three roads, he ran into another wolf who had strayed from it's pack, but this one was different. It was larger, it's eyes were a darker red, and it had open wounds all over it's body, with a oily looking liquid dripping from them. It growled at Leon, and spit a dark tinted drool when it did. "Oh, what the hell!?" Leon said in a raised voice, lifting his gun, and shooting at the wolf, but, the bullet didn't have that large of an effect, and only pierced the skin of the wolves forehead. "Ohhhhh ****!" Leon yelled this time, and took off in the opposite direction, putting the gun away and pulling out his guitar. The wolf was faster than him, and lunged at him, not hurting him, but causing him to roll, and his guitar flying in the opposite direction.
Leon pulled the gun out again, and quickly fired three more shots, all doing as much damage as the first. He went to fire again, but the gun clicked. 'Out of ammo... Oh hell...' Leon thought, cupping his hands to his mouth. "Hello!? Anyone out there, help!!!" He called out into the sky, hoping a reply would follow. He looked back at the wolf, his guitar too close to the wolf, and him too far away to get to it in time. He grabbed a fallen tree branch that was on the side of the road, and held it, ready to fend off the wolf if no help came.
~DED