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Thε Humαn Gεnε Two Steps From Hell - Am I Not Human? A teenage Girls voice with a soft Britannic accent echoed around an abandon building, as she tells a story: It all begins in a quarantine zone 5 years after the aftermath of a biological apocalypse. An epidemic has swept the globe, causing a shuffling hordes of predatory pandemic resemble vampirism who devour any living thing they catch, and whose bite is infectious to humans. This event decimated modern civilization. In a matter of months, society has crumbled: There is barely no government, no grocery stores, no mail delivery, no cable TV. Most of this story takes place in the metropolitan area, and then the surrounding countryside, as people search for a safe haven away from the hell. Some of other few survivors are hiding in a barricaded cottage in the outskirts of the metropolis, other locations are being reclaimed by nature. Evidently, things take a turn for the worse, as the quarantine area quickly gets ambushed by countless hostiles, ranging from infected enemies to hunters, and unfriendly American-led force. Trying to obtain something they called "The Gene" Rumors had spread that only a hand full of the survivors have a special gene in there DNA, that can make a vaccine, this is till urban rumors but this is detected when any type of light hits there eyes, the iris of the eyes changes its hue into a light green line around the pupil. Dreadfully I'm one of those hands full of people, so now after my nearby safe haven fails to work out, most of there people headed across a ravaged city, escaping from law enforcement. People like me, with The Gene, have more keen skills then an normal human. We can run and jump faster, have more technicality with any weapon, we don't get sick as fast as others and our stamina last longer oh, yeah and were sort of immune to the same virus. Yet were still humans, we bleed, and feel pain, we miss and cry. My mother before she died, explains that they are making a survivors' camp in Outskirts of Bethel City, But Its disputed that such a camp exists, and if so the risk of been killed is 99.9% but.. Still Hope is the last thing we lose... The Rules This Rp is Categories as: Survival | Suspense l Supernatural l Love l Action l - Post You're Location So that everyone could have a clear view of whats going on, When and Were - 2 Character per person. - 17 and Up - Every space is crucial, that also means if you will be dropping out because you get bored with it please contact me and we can deal with it. Working on sharing opinions on how can we get a jump start. But if you decide to leave it can't be held. - Quality posts: Longer posts are better, If you have writers block and have to write only two three lines, I'm not going to kill you for it. (but My character might XP) Just don't make it a habit. - Do not control other players - No God Modding or Invincibility - If you will be away or absent for any amount of time please tell me - A single person may make 2 posts a day. If anything I will raise The post rate - Love, keep it PG-14 ^^ - If you do not follow these rules, you will be given warn warning; if you have exhausted that warning you will be expelled from the RP and your character will become an NPC. - Have Fun! Well this are the things we should know before we get this thing rolling: 1. Please Enjoy you're self and have fun :3 2. Remember this is a Survival Rp No magic tricks - No jumping off a 15 foot hight gap and not have something broken or dead... - No Endless supply of Food,Armory Etc... I think i got that cleared lol 3. The Pandemic are Not Zombies They Will Not hesitate to have us for dinner. They are smart, clever and hungry!. 4. They will be NPC's around other areas that will act as antagonizing enemies, they will kill or be killed for what you have. 5. Opinions and Ideas are welcome always :] Profile Name: [First & Last] Age: [17 - 35] Gender: [Male or Female] Nationality: [Try to be Different from Others] Occupation:[School or Job. Try to be Different and this is kinda your Skill] Ability: [ The ability given by the Gene ] Personality: [Attitude] Bio: [History and Life] Appearance: [Picture or Written] Backpack: [Along side the typical survival kit (canteen, matches, hunting knife, first aid kit, camping equipment, Compass, Map) packed 3-5 items they feel you'd need to keep or have. If you have electronics you will have to search for some kind of energy giver to keep it running This will be your ONLY luggage Pandemic Data: They are not Zombies, They have 50% of human knowledge They are insanely good hunters and Predators Other Dangers Weather - Normal tropical climate. With longer summer heat and heavy rain in the rainy seasons. Sometimes strong winds blow and some rare occurrences hurricanes Food Some of the fruits and plants you may find are edible, but there are chances that it can be poison. So be alert! Other then vegetations you can hunt to some animals in the wild. However this can be proven quite difficult. Fishing is another resort. How Locations look like Outskirts of Metropolitan Metropolitan City Outside Metropolitan region NPC Hunters • The Hunters are ruthless killers. Anyone coming into their city who is not part of their faction is called a 'tourist' and will be killed. One tactic they use is to pretend to be wounded or hurt. Once someone stops to help, the rest of the faction will attack and then steal the tourist's supplies Name: Jared Age: 35 Sex: Male Role: Hunter Weapons: 9MM - Shotgun - knives Personality: Impulsive Name: Oscar Age: 26 Sex: Male Role: Hunter Weapons: - Shotgun - knives Personality: : Sadistic. Kills indiscriminately | Arrogant. Name: Miladi Age: 24 Sex: Female Role: Hunter Weapons: Rifle - Shotgun - Personality: Very Impulsive, Agressive Cast Request(10/12) - Mistress as: Amarah Heavens - Avian as: - Frozen as: Alexander Voskolovich - Emiya as: - Fenris as: - Fairy as: - LD as: Miguel Alonso Jr. - Snake as:Snake Valentine & Kruser Valentine - Zero as: Rook Crossfield - Wizard as: Hans Volsung Name Amarah Heavens Code Name Trouble Maker Age 17 Gender Female Nationality British Occupation→ High School Student Ability She is able to run faster and Jump higher | She uses this abilities to manage her huntings and life threatening events | ability to Dual Wield handguns Personality Normally seen with her purple hooded jacket, white shirt a pair of running shoes and a school girl skirt | Generally kind-hearted, timid, and polite, applying appropriate name suffixes to most people. Despite her age, is wise and mature beyond her years. Is very clever, and will do whatever it takes to keep herself alive. Doesn't need any babysitting at all. She has a scar on her left arm, though it is currently unknown when, where, and how she obtained it. She likes culture from the past including music and books. Bio Amarah doesn't know a life aside from the high walls of the quarantine zone she was raised in or even perpetual fear. This, of course, sparks within her an obsession with relics from the past culture, such as books and music. This, too, leads to troublesome times. Her father was turned into a Pandemic and killed by her hand her brother disappeared and her mother died of a simple cold, because there was no available medicine. When the ambush overtook the Zone were she lived she escape successfully, Taking care of her self, keeping her self alive for the time been, she doesn't trust anyone outside from herself. Now She resided inside a small gas station, were she had set up traps and escape routes if necessary. Backpack • Black Tale Handgun Semi-auto Feedtype:16 Round Magazine Ammunition 9x19mm Parabellum. • Tree magazines for the Handgun • iPod • Basic first Aid-Kit • 1 Pair of Clothes. Normal Attire Indore's Attire  |
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Name: Alexander Voskolovich Age: 21 Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Occupation: Â S.T.A.L.K.E.R Ability: Detecting anomalies Personality: Alexander is a brave and optimistic young artifact hunter, always pushing forwards no matter the situation. He is battle hardened from his experience at the "Zone" where he fought bandits and monsters with super natural powers, and even the toxic environments caused by the radiation from the Chernobyl incident. Bio: Alexander was born in a city (Novgorod) when the Pandemic spread. His family died during the outbreak when an evacuation location was overrun by the Pandemic. After a year of running and hiding, he had unexpectedly made his was to Pripyat, where saw many people living in camps and searching for artifacts. These artifacts used to be sold for a small fortune, as they contain special features such as absorbing radiation, absorbing heat, protecting from the elements, etc. Now, these artifacts are used in substitute of their electronic counterparts. However, searching for the artifacts were dangerous, there was always the risk of death from anomaly fields, mutants, monsters, mercenaries and bandits, let alone the Pandemic. Several years after his stay, he had made enough money to purchase a heavily upgraded ZM LR300 and a prototype exoskeleton. It was time for him to move on and explore. Backpack:Â Survival Kit: alcohol, matches, first-aid, compass, maps, knife, mirror, rations, water. Weapon Kit:(containing basic tools, advanced tools, tools for calibration, and tools for repairing and cleaning firearms) LR-300 custom: -950 RPM -Suppressor -6x zoom scope with night-vision -40 round STANAG magazines (Alexander carries 10 magazines with him) LR-300 image Ammo box 5.56x45mm(600)(for refilling box magazines) Super Awesome Magic Acoustic Guitar Theme: Armored ppearance:  Without armor appearance:   |
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OOC:And it's good!BTW,the 2nd character is set to go against other characters(even my 1st) upon stumbling during the journey,so expect some resistance ;P Name:Snake Valentine Age:30 Gender:Male Nationality:Japanese Occupation:Imperial Commander(Rank:Supreme Shogun;the highest and most honorable title ever given to many)/Samurai Warrior(under disguise) Ability:Able to carry heavy equipment without any trouble(though it still slows him down).Being a warrior,he's tougher than most soldiers ever met,both physically and mentally,inside out.This allows him to use the devastating Ramming Speed attack when needed(Though suicidal to use against Pandemics,it's powerful enough to crush through light barricades). Personality:Extremely optimistic,even at the point of giving up.Though a Commander,he shows little to no seriousness at all,and even if he did,it only lasts for 3 minutes.Has a love-hate relationship with anything he stumbles upon. Despite being a Commander,he loves anything related to ACGs,and collects them whenever he can. Bio:A warrior who won many wars with minimal casualties.He was awarded with the most honorable title thereafter,and was given a good deserved rest. During the the vacation,however,a biohazard incident happened,and taking what's needed,he takes off on yet another mission to save mankind once again.... During his times at military,he commands an extremely powerful battleship called Yamato Shogun,which doubles up as his home(now that he lost contact with,he'll need to find a way to get it back on). Appearance:  Wears a red bandanna with a chrysanthemum emblem on his forehead(designed to match the one on his battleship,Yamato,as a honor for her) and red trench coat big enough to conceal his things inside;behind it is the IJN logo sewn onto and were fixed(it will never leave its place). Backpack: Benelli M3 shotgun  (Comes with both pump action and semi-auto firing mode(Allowing different shells and techniques to be used with),and flashlight attachment(which can be changed to tanto bayonet during daytime,increasing the already brutal damage by stabbing them,followed by a shotgun fire).) Shotgun bandolier set(5 pairs of 4x4 shell carriers(making it a total of 40) and a bag large enough to carry 200 shells(though having that much isn't the case;he used some of the space to load something else).) Masamune Katana Alienware M17x "Yamato" Laptop(comes attached with a solar charger) Snickers snack bars(For a odd reason,he always had one in his mouth;he claims it to be a kind of morale booster of sort) Theme song: (Yamato Senkan(Battleship) Sets Forth) (Like a True Warrior Should Be) Name:Kruser Valentine Age:30 Gender:Male Nationality:American-Japanese Occupation:Base Commander(Rank:General of the Army)/Sniper Ability:Extremely good marksmanship skills;he can shoot his target as far as 1 kilometer.Unlike most snipers,he doesn't seem to exhaust as much. Personality:Calm and collected,although pessimistic(which mostly countered by Snake's extreme optimism). Despite going through hard times for years,Kruser has doubts on his latest missions,and therefore has a good chance that he might betray Snake(and friends) to complete his mission.He will,however,try to avoid that from happening. Bio:A friend of Snake who once fought wars(and won) with.Now commands a base of his own,dealing with the Pandemic incident.A skilled sniper,whose skills were treasured by Snake for often covering his back. During his times at military,he commands an extremely powerful battlecruiser called Musashi Shogun,which was docked nearby the base. Appearance:  Mind his old age ;P Has long blonde hair and blue eyes instead. Backpack: HK MSG-90A1(with 10 spare magazines/200 rounds)  HK Mk.23 handgun(with 5 spare magazines/60 rounds)  Note on Kruser:As he's staying in the base,he didn't fought as hard like most survivors,often stayed in the place and take out any threats(hence the few things in his backpack). |
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Name: Miguel Alonso Jr. Age: 21 Gender: Male Nationality: Hispanic Occupation: Medic Ability: Fast Reaction Personality: Talkative, Easily Distracted, Observer, Workaholic, Ignorant to things that doesn't really important to him, Uneasy Bio: Miguel usually sent outside the quarantine area to find injured survivors and take them back to the quarantine area. He knows his way around the Metropolis. As the ambush happened, he escaped and decided to lay low on an abandoned hospital. He sets his mind to find survivors and work together to restore the world. Appearance:  Backpack: -Survival Kit -Air Fresheners -Medicines (Sedatives, Painkillers, Aspirin, etc.) -Blood Bags -Scalpels  |
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Sorry for the extreme lateness. It seems I have a writer's block for the profile >_> I'm not sure about the backpack loadout limit though, is this right? Character Sheet Name: Reiko Kurosawa Age: 18 Gender: Female Nationality: Japanese Occupation: Transfer Student Ability ->Enhanced Stamina Despite not as fast nor as strong as her counterparts, Reiko has more stamina, allowing her to move or fight much longer, although she did not realize that this is her Gene ability. Personality: A reserved person. Though she is considered a bit too quiet for most people, Reiko is a responsible one, as she would not simply just to kill someone for food. Reiko is sometimes a pessimist and curse at stuffs if the situation warrants it. Bio A transfer student from Japan studying in one of the famous colleges in the Metropolitan City. Her family reside in Japan, but Reiko has no idea about their fate. She was having a good time in her studies, the new environment, until the Pandemic broke out. Everything went up in smokes when the infected started ravaging the city. Reiko managed to escape the disease, and arrived at the Zone. She found herself on the run again, when the Zone was overran. At first, Reiko thought she was doomed, as she has no idea how to survive in the wasteland, but fortunately met up with a group of survivors. From there, she began to learn the ways of survival as quickly as she could. Not much, but enough for her to survive. Reiko even managed to learn simple lockpicking. Due to an incident, she was separated from her teammates, and their fates unknown. Now, Reiko has her own hideout, and runs whenever the Pandemics arrive, without knowing that herself is immune to the disease... Appearance: [Show] Backpack ->Metal Baseball Bat ->Lockpicking Tools ->Flashlight ->2 sets of D batteries for the flashlight ->Navigation purposes (map and compass) Combat Traits (by "H", for own guidelines with permission) Potential --- Sense --- Concentration --- Maneuverability --- Conserve --- Perseverance   |
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Name: Hans Volsung Age:28 Gender: Male Nationality: Germany Occupation: Herbalist/Chemistry Expert Ability: Excellent knowledge of the Pandemic Personality: Nervous, Always preferring to avoid trouble and conflict, intelligent and calculating personality. When cornered, responds with beast-like ferocity Bio: He was a researcher who created the Pandemic. One of the people who's responsible for the biological apocalypse 5 years ago. Is on the run and living as a fugitive, switching identities and always wears a disguise. Currently one of the most wanted men in the world. Appearance:   Backpack : Survival Kit , self-made chemicals and powders, top-secret documents, cigarettes, always carries a japanese sword 
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I guess I'll join in. Name: Rook Crossfield Age: 18 Gender: Male Nationality: British-Japanese Occupation: High school student Ability: Fast,good durability and flexible like a cat. Personality: Rook is enigmatic, aloof, stoic and a little naughty, much like an alley cat. He can also be sweet and kind. He likes teasing people. Rook is selfless and protective, thus, he is willing to distance himself from those he cares in order to protect them and stop them from getting embroiled in his own troubles. Although Rook may seem to have a passive personality, he is quite perceptive and honest. Bio: Due to his calm and collected personality, Rook is consider a very gifted person. He is consider a genius, solving the toughest puzzles and problems with ease. Even the most dangerous ones as well. As a child he was locked inside of a facility and taught to invent murderous puzzles. Due to his genius level intellect he has amazing skill in chess. Now he uses his intellect to help out people and possibly fight against the Pandemic. But at times he would play his violin to calm the people down and make them feel at peace for a brief moment. Appearance:  [Minus the cat ears] Backpack: Revolver, four magazine of bullets (2 magazine of ordinary bullets and 2 magazine of silver bullets), one change of clothes, Medical kit, hunting knives and violin  |
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OCC: Everyone! Thank you for Joining :3 | Most of the Profiles are done or on there way, | I know that Fairy will be busy for 1 or 2 more days |If anyone its still working on there profile by the time it starts please, don't hesitate to join in as soon as you're done. :) Oh yeah remember to have enough bullet to servive, againthey wound last for ever :3 Mistress ♥ Ps: All Occ and Other unrelated post please be deleted by the time the RP starts. Thank You! ============== • ======================== • ============== • ============= Thε Humαn Gεnε Survive an apocalypse Main Theme Metropolitan City | Afternoon | Metro Mall | A loud and hellish roar echoed through out the inside of the city mall, A young female with a fragile bodily composition. Wearing a purple hooded jacket and a school like uniform, with long and silky black hair, carrying what it seems a black backpack containing some crackers, some batteries primed her footsteps and began sprinting, with each step firm on the ground. The structure of what was left of the most beautifully constructed mall in Metropolitan, portrait disaster and chaos. With scratches printed on the walls and dried blood from the sudden attack that happened inside it. Vicious and various foot steps were could be heard, the stumped there way into the same direction the girl was heading. The west wing of the center of the mall a divulging figure ran out From the shadows. The squeak of the running shoes cut the silence, The young girl slide her way and turned towards the shadowed hallway, It had her blood all over his smirking mouth and hands, the young Amarah slowly reached for one of her hand guns. Holding it at point, Her eyes connected with its empty soul her facial expression slowly transformed into a blood-thirsty disgust, and her soft lips whispered something only she could of heard. A loud monstrous screech rumble the foundation, but the young one stood her ground. The blood from the Pandemic mouth began to droop on the floor, and then as one droop of blood touched the ground the fight began. The Creatures began his charge and ran towards Amarah and screeched as he approached her, She swiftly and quickly aimed her gun at the creatures and rapidly unleashed 4 shots. The Creature swung with rage, but Amarah dodged the hit with grace, She then ran past the Creatures sliding underneath it and shot another round of bullets. Turning with one knee sliding on the ground keeping her steady, she took out her magazine and reloaded and fired 3 times towards the other Pandemic killing him. She knew that the loud noise from the shoots could attract more Pandemic so she wisely she placed her gun back at into the holster and began sprinting her way down the stairs. With heavily breaths she made a sudden stop, the nearest exit was reclaimed by nature. Vines and threes blocked the area. Damn it.. Moving her sense of site slowly to her left she heard some screech's She began to scan the surrounding, but there was no way she could go trough that area, so she just turned around and continued to run. Turning left and right it seemed there was no way out, as she closed in towards an available section, she could see the emergency exit on the second floor, leading to the outside. But to get to the other sided she needed to jump trough a small gap that it seemed to have collapsed. The sound of a Pandemic closing in could be heard, Ok.. I can do this.. She walked backwards a few steps, took one deep breath, closed her eyes and whispered I Can do this.. Flexing her the tip of her small feet, slowly opening her eyes, she let loose a breath and began her run, each step firmly into the ground, right behind her a Pandemic stretched its hand trying to cling into Amarah's backpack, she took her final step at the edge of the floor, With all hear strength, she jumped into the air, as the Pandemic's hand brushed her backpack, The hood of her jacket brushed down her hair exposing her youthful face. Her left foot touched the edge of the other side, but slip, before her body could fall she placed her hands on the ledge, holding her weight, she quickly pulled her self and successfully reached the other side. The young one stood firmly on both feet, brushing the dirt from her skirt, and a small grin reflected on her face as she took deep breaths, and finally exited the Mall alive. With Gun in hand she headed back to her safe house, a small Gas Station a few blocks away. |
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Alexander Voskolovich Metropolitan City - Bread Store Afternoon OOC: You guys are free to read his diary. That is if you don't find it rude to do so. Click to see diary Alexander pulled out his assault rifle and took cover behind the walls, searching for any signs of danger outside. When it was safe, he carefully but swiftly made his way into the next building. He repeated this process until he spotted a squad of soldiers heading east inside a nearby building. Alexander knew his limits and waited for the squad to pass. He had successfully avoided enemy contact and was near the gas station. He stood behind the wall on the second floor and looked through a window facing the station's front door. Looking through the scope like a sniper, he took his time scanning the station's surroundings for any signs of movement, he had closed the door behind him and pulled out his diary, writing his observations. |
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Hans Volsung / Metropolitan City /Afternoon / Underground Parking Lot The sun is glaring over the lifeless city. Somewhere, in the remains of an office building, flickering light of a fireplace emanates steadily from it's underground parking lot. About two dozens of exhausted, shivering humans lay about, some keeping watch at the entrances, weapons in hand. All of them bleak, starving, and tired. Some injured. Most gather in groups, and all of them wary of each other, unable to form any bonds or trust. Among the refugees, a single man was moving from group to group, distributing some sort of medicine in exchange for scraps of their food. His name is Hans Volsung, his eyes scan the place restlessly, his expression weary, but alert. After finishing his rounds, he found a corner to sit in, and sat leaning his back to the wall, resting his eyes, his sword ready in his hands. About an hour later he stood up, his expression grave, and announces to fellow inhabitants of the parking lot that this place is no longer safe. Hans suggested that everyone move to another location. Hearing only angry insults and criticism in response from several of them, he merely shook his head in disgust, packed up his belongings and ventures outside. A shady,bloodthirsty band of thugs followed his movements with their eyes, and once he was out of sight, they all stood up, grabbing metal pipes and bats with nails driven into them, headed for the exit, with a mischievous glint in their eyes. Human society has been reduced to primitive barbarism, survival of the fittest. The strong preys upon the weak.
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[Kruser][Outside Metropolitan Region][Afternoon][Military Base] A loud rifle fire was heard from the roof. Soldier 1:Nice shooting,sir! Kruser:Rather than complementing my shots,you should take a sniping lesson from me.You could have done better than me. Soldier 1:Uh,hehe,don't think I'll be just as good..... Soldier 2:Sir! Kruser:What is it? Soldier 2:I just receive a report that a man dressed in red were decimating a huge bunch of Pandemics while rescuing survivors.And he's doing it alone,too. Kruser:(That sounds familiar....)Any other features on that man? Soldier 2:From what I heard,he wields a shotgun and.....some kind of long curved swords.He's wearing a bandanna with some kind of flower stitched on it.Finally,a print on the back of his shirt that resembles a rising sun of sort. Kruser:(That distinguished feature!I knew that guy!That's Snake alright!What he's even doing here???) Soldier 1:Uh,sir? Kruser:.....If anyone sees him again,tell him to come over to the base.Also....prep me a M4A1 rifle.I got a "project" to do now.... Soldier 1:Something you know about him? Kruser:....He was my friend from Japan.And one of the strongest man ever met.... [Snake][Metropolitan City][Afternoon][Alley] Male Survivor:Thanks for the help,man.We couldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't for you. Snake:No prob,bud.I'm just doing what I can,really. Female Survivor:Still,we really feel grateful for what you did.Is there anything we could do,then?Watching you do all this alone is quite worrying.... Snake:Ja.....Is there any nearby stores somewhere?'Cause I'm running out of bars.... Male Survivor:There should be one at the gas station straight from here. Snake:Yosh,that's more than enough.Thanks for the info.And good luck finding a safe haven,lovebirds ;D Both Survivor:You too,Snake! Snake:Right o!Alright then,next stop,gas station! [Snake][Metropolitan City][Evening][On the way to Gas Station] Snake:(to himself) Man,these Pandemic guys were way different than the zombies I fought in the game....Then again,they give pretty good challenges.I love challenges....Atta!Asoko imma gasu stationu desu(There's the gas station)! But just as Snake was about to go,a moan was heard nearby.Pandemics. Snake:Aww,man,more Pands??Fuhgeddabboudit!! Saying that,he blasted the Pandemics out of his way,but somehow the shot alerts more Pandemics on his way.... |
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Alexander Voskolovich Metropolitan city - Building near Gas Station Evening Alexander quickly wrote his recordings into his diary until he was interrupted by loud gunshots nearby. Immediately sensing a dangerous presence, he placed his diary black into his pocket and grabbed his assault rifle, pointing it outside the window and towards the direction of the gunshots. He peered through the scope and saw a man wearing red shooting a shotgun, and having fun at the same time (Snake). But there were dozens of Pandemic on the roofs, inside the buildings, inside potholes. More than 50 Pandemic were quickly running towards that man. He is bound to be killed Alexander Voskolovich Metropolitan city - Gas Station Evening Alexander felt that his location was jeopardized and unsafe. He ran down to the main floor and headed towards the gas station. When he tried to open the front door, it was locked, but there was a ladder leading to the roof. So, he climbed to the roof and opened a door leading to the main floor. The place was well barricaded, as if someone was here. |
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Hans Volsung / Metropolitan City / Streets / Evening After wandering for a while, Hans find himself surrounded by a gang of thugs. They demand him to surrender his belongings, while Hans merely glares at them, annoyed. Hans: "Are you sure this is a good time for that...?" As he spoke, the bandits realized that they are surrounded by Pandemics, circling them like a pack of lions, ready to pounce. They were losing it and were about to engage the monsters in a fight to the death, but then Hans spoke Hans: "Listen, the red fire-escape door at 4 o'clock, run there at my signal.." As he said that, his hand reached for a paper bag he had been carrying, and he flung it towards one of the Pandemics. The monster was covered in a cloud of orange powder from the paper bag. The powder attracted the attention of all the Pandemics, and all of them pounced toward the one covered in the powder. "Now!!" They all ran towards the door and barricaded it, and sighed in relief. Everyone made it inside...except Hans. Hans watched briefly as the red door was being noisily barricaded, but he already knew it only leads to a crumbled passageway which is a dead end. He also watched as the Pandemic was ripping apart and devouring one another as they were crazed by the orange powder. They didn't even look in his direction. "Once the powder effect is gone, the thugs barricaded in there should distract them for a good while..." Hans lights a cigarette as he swiftly leaves the area.
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Metropolitan City | Afternoon | Streets | Gas Station After the close call at the mall Amarah was on her way back to her safe house. It was little what she was able to gather from the mall, but it had to do. The night was soon to arise and she knew that it was too dangerous to be outside. Carefully heading her way down the deserted streets of what was left of her home, a rumbling motor sound touched her sense of hearing, Huh?... Travelers!.. The truck that was passing by was driven by a thug and his group. She quickly hid behind a broken down wall. Luckily, they did not spot her. If they had, they would probably try to kill her for what little she had. Her body motionless into the wall, the travelers passed her by finally leaving the area. She sighted and decided to walk behind the buildings to avoid any other close call. After a few blocks, her eyes grasped the view of her safe house, but something was off, it seemed that someone had catch the attention of some Pandemics a few yards away and now her home was a potential target. Oh F***! But how?.. Her sense of site lingered throwout the area. A few yards away from her home a strange man | Snake | with a shotgun in hand, standing his ground. But the Pandemic seemed to never reach end What douse he think he's doing?!.. She judged with anger, Because of this man her only safe place could be her last. She pulled the lock off her hand gun and began her steady movement towards her home. The Pandemic seemed to be preoccupied with the stranger, Taking the opportunity she knew that the front entrance was an oblivious idea. Taking this to mind she made her way behind the Gas Station, That was her home so she knew well how to get inside with out any attention drawn to her. As she silently reached for the side latter towards the upper part of the Station, she began her climb but suddenly a Pandemic sneaked behind her from below and snatched her left foot pulling her down. He began to screech and moan. Amarah's eyes widen as she screamed Ahhh!! Ahh!! Let Go!! She took out her hand gun from her holster and fired two shoots towards its head, with each shoot his head banged back, as its body fell to the ground its nailed scratched throw Amarah's stoking, as she began to bleed. She dint pay attention and just climbed up, pulling her self up, she reached the rooftop and quickly ran towards the top door leading towards the inside, she slide her self down the opened door, with out noticing she had closed it when she left. As she fell she clinched to the edge holding her weight, finally letting her self go and landing inside. Just as fast she pulled on a rope and closed the door, as a 2 by 4 landed sideways in a locking position. She walked towards were the cash register would be, and took a few deep breaths. Took off her back pack and placed it on top of the counter, she unzipped her hooded jacket, and placed her gun beside the backpack, but did not let go of it. Amarah was young but she was wised beyond her years, thanks to the horror fest that was this life. Then a few seconds later, she pointed the gun towards one point of the store. Knowing she only had two more bullets. Her soft Britannic accent shined as she questioned. Who's there?... |
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Alexander Voskolovich Metropolitan city - Gas Station Evening OOC: This language barrier will make things even more interesting! P.S. His diary is entirely in Russian. Several more gunshots were fired outside of the building and then a very loud crash, as if something large had fallen. Alexander thought that a pandemic had managed to break in, so he moved to the dark corner and waited for something to come out. Instead of a depraved violent pandemic, a young girl walked in and threw down her backpack. But she was quick to notice Alexander's presence and pointed a pistol towards the dark corner that Alex was hiding in. She spoke English "Who's there?..." Alexander slightly tilted his head in confusion as to what she really meant, but he definitely understood her actions. He came out from the shadows, appearing menacing with his gas mask and armored suit. He knew that a pistol would not be enough to defeat his armor, but he put down his rifle anyways. With a clear and calm voice he said "ПожалуйÑта, не ÑтрелÑйте в менÑ" with his hands up in the air. |
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[Rook Crossfield|Metropolitan City-Streets|Afternoon] The young man wearing a black high school uniform with a black collar and a cross on it around his neck, he stands on top of a building, his blue sapphire eyes staring down at the scene within the street. He watches as a few people fights against the nefarious beings called the Pandemic. "Hmm..." He hum softly as his ears pick up noises close by, he glance behind him and see few Pandemics walks out of the door and on to the rooftop. His lips curved into a smirk. "Looks like I've been spotted.." He spoke feeling somewhat amused while thinking that perhaps he will get some entertainment from them. He quick draw his revolver and shot at them with quick movement while he ran along the ledge of the rooftop gracefully much like a cat. Some of the pandemic manage to dodge his shots but few was taken down by it. As he ran, he noticed the fire escape and slid down to it before jumping from one railing of the fire escape to the next. He continues to shoot any Pandemic that follows after him. He finally reached level ground and landed gracefully. |