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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Arke on April 14, 2008, 10:55:22 PM
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This is my little idea for an RP. If you listen to Guns 'N' Roses, you should recognize the name of the city. Mostly, I just want to see what happens if you ask people to tie music into an RP. The characters, the magic, even the settings. Even if they aren't directly pulled from songs or bands, they should have something. Like a 'Velvet Revolver' as some sort of keepsake, or the spell 'Thunderstruck'. And there's a plot, too!
Paradise City is hardly what it's name implies. Sure, the upper class sectors are well kept, the epitome of urban development. The buildings shine with a hint of chrome, the streets are clean, and there is none of the cramped feeling that so plagues other urban areas. But the lower sectors are utter slums, plagued with rampant crime, drugs, and all sorts of filth. South Paradise is dirty, festering, and in a perpetual twilight. What could these places possibly have in common?
The inhabitants of the North and South areas of Paradise City that goes by at least a dozen names. 'Soul' is one of the names used mostly in North Paradise, and 'Sin' in the South. Among other things, it can give people superhuman abilities, seemingly magical powers, and even make some people more (or less, depending on your opinion) than human.
The people of South Paradise are there because they have abused their powers, the slums serving as a constant reminder of their crimes. Anything more severe than petty theft is likely to get residents thrown into the slums with nothing but the clothes on their backs, and that is only if they are lucky. These are the cursed. The condemned. The Unforgiven.
The Unforgiven are ruled by powerful crime organizations that together rival the Council of North Paradise, but are constantly fighting each other as well as the city's law enforcers, the Troopers.
As far as bios go, you are free to be anything, from a Civilian or Trooper of North Paradise, to an Unforgiven or Gangster of South Paradise, or anything else you can think of. Also, be sure to list your Soul/Sin powers, and race (Human, Anthro, etc.)
Name: Dave
Age: 19
Race: Anthro Coyote
Faction: Trooper
Soul powers: Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis
Weapons: None
Description: He is dressed in the standard grey uniform of the citys Troopers, a silver bar on the side identifying him as a lieutenant. Unlike most Troopers, he is unarmed, choosing to rely on his powers over any sort of weapon. Also uncommon is the fact that he is a non-human holding an officers rank.
The Trooper sits inside an armored car, his squad looking out the small rectangular windows. "Welcome to the jungle," he said, not bothering to waste his time sightseeing. 'The Jungle' was the nicest term he could bring himself to use for the rathole that was South Paradise. Rocks and various other pieces of garbage clanked against the metal plating of the armored car, and profanities were uttered from every one of the Unforgiven who lined the streets. Dave, in no mood for this, turned to the driver. "How much longer?"
"Fifteen minutes, sir."
"Great..."
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(you mean Metallica's The Unforgiven, right? xD Guns N Roses sings Paradice City, Welcome to the Jungle, not Unforgiven silly. Wait, I'm confused. Do you mean the song Unforgiven or Paradice City?)
Name:Samantha
Age: 15
Race: Human
Faction: Civilian
Soul Powers: Minor Telekinesis
Weapons: None
Description: Dressed in breeches and a thin shirt, Samantha carries herself like royalty. (which is kind of funny.)
(post more later.)
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((You forgot Iron Maiden's 'The Trooper' :P))
The car pulls into a small fortified building deep in South Paradise, a gate closing behind them. In what had turned out to be a twenty minute ride, they had been pelted with trash, shouted at, and shot at least twice. In a small garage, the doors of the car open and the squad jumps out. The coyote Trooper points to a truck that had been following. "I want those supplies unloaded now!" The others begin carrying the boxes in the back of the truck into the garage, the Trooper supervising.
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((do you mind if i join?))
Name:megan
Age: 14
Race: Human
Faction: civillian
Soul Powers: shapeshifter,telekinesis
Weapons: small knife
Description: Dressed in a ripped t-shirt and skirt, megan is shy but stubborn
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((Not at all. Not much fun RP-ing with myself :) ))
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((true..i guess))
she leant against the barbed wire fence, closing her paws around it whilst watching them loading trucks a few thoughts swirled through her head but she new to keep oit of site, for now that wqas anyway
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The Trooper looks to the fence, his eyes falling on a human girl by the fence. He looks her over, looking into her mind a little as he walks over to the fence. "What are you doing out there? You're not Unforgiven." He walks to the gate, opening it for her just enough to let her through. "Hurry up, get in here." A few of the Troopers unloading the trucks turn to watch their Lieutenant, a few of them eying the girl suspiciously, and a handful of Unforigiven start moving toward the fence and the open gate.
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(Hope you don't mind if I join a little late. Also, i'll go ahead and make my intro post so i don't get behind.)
Name:Thyclaine
Age: 21
Race: Ringtail Cat
Faction: Civilian
Weapons: A bowie knife
Description: He is dressed in a white jacket and blue jeans. He has torn shoes on from life in the city. He is very smart and witty, and can outsmart many different people.
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Thyclaine drove up to the fence in confusion. He had never seen anything like this. He stepped out of his Don Pardo Pimpwagon and walked up to the fence, and peered through. He saw a human walk go through the fence, walking towards the operation.
"Hey! What are you doing here?"
(1 music reference in the post. Can you guess it?)
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((I got nuthin, unless you're a fan of David Bowie))
The Trooper waves the civilian on. "None of your concern. Just keep moving." Behind him, the truck was almost offloaded, and groups of what looked like civilians were carrying the boxes from the garage into the building next to it, which seemed almost like a bunker. The Unforgiven come closer to the wire fence, many carrying rocks or bottles. "All of you, get out of here!" He points his palm upwards, a short jet of fire streaking into the air and illuminating the gloom of the slums for a breif moment.
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Name: Ember.
Age: 18.
Race: Anthro Black Wolf.
Faction: Unforgiven.
Soul powers: Telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and controlling darkness.
Weapons: Just herself.
Description: She is a slender, tall black wolf with black and red eyes. She is dressed in all black (shirt, pants, boots, and a long cloak) and has a look of defiance and determination about her.
She walks casually past the front of the crowd right next to the fence, staring right ahead. She saw the jet of fire streak into the air out of the corner of her eye and shook her head. "That's it? Real scary." She mumbled to herself. She turned her head and spit over the fence, and made sure she looked at the lieutenant before returning her attention to the direction she was walking in and continuing on. And your voice is the only thing, that speaks rebelliously in this world of claiming your own. There is no peace outside if there's nothing within. Love is addictive for the spirit. And your voice whispers with a roar, that fire rises up, refills. Place the right king on the throne. She thought loudly in her mind to herself.
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Samantha watched the girl go through the gate, fascinated. She'd been living in the city for a month now and had never seen anyone so kind as the officer letting the girl in. She slumped against the gate a little further on, sighing. She hadn't had much sleep that past week, and it was taking its tole on her now.
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The Trooper curses the Unforgiven aloud, the only words fit for young ears being 'Mouthy' and 'little'. "Now all of you, get out of here! This is territory of the Council, and I'd hate to make a mess on it! Go on, slither!" As he closes the gate, he catches sight of Sam. "You going to stay out there and rot, or are you coming in here, where it's safe?" He held the gate open, just wide enough for a single person to fit through. "You going to stay, or go?"
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She turns right around on the spot, her fists all the way up to her shoulders becoming covered in flames (her body is special so she doesn't burn and she has flame-resistant, they set on fire but don't burn it's kinda complicated to explain, clothes). "Go ahead and curse me, lieutenant! You're not intimidating. You'll need a lot better stuff than that to insult or scare me after I've been in this Hell for so long. So go ahead and hit me with your best shot. Fire away." She said, obviously not scared at all of whatever the consequences of her words could be and giving a sarcastic kind of salute when saying 'lieutenant'.
((Music reference there should be obvious. haha.))
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She lurched foreward and slipped into the gate, nodding to him as she passed. "And how do you prove its safer here than out there?" She asked, black circles under her eyes.
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The Trooper smiles, more than willing to try the move that had given him the nickname 'Sandman'. He extended an arm toward her, saying the words he always said, whether he wanted to or not. "Say your prayers, little one..." The skill, though very draining, always filled him with a morbid satisfaction. First, the target would become increasingly weary until they eventually succumbed to sleep, given the Lieutenants tenacity. Once they fell asleep however, the nightmares would start. Each one so vivid, it was almost like living out your worst fears. For now at least, everything else could wait.
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She tried to keep her flames up but felt herself getting weary. "Little one? Where do you come off saying that? From the looks of it you're pretty close to my age." She scoffed, but as she talked on it was easy to tell that she was growing more weary every second. "I guess the stuck-up, high class military adds more years to you mentally so you think you're better than everybody else just because you haven't done anything 'wrong'." She sneered, her flames just covering her fists now and her mind losing focus. "Oh great, thanks, I've been up for a month straight, I could really use some 'nap time'." She chuckled, not knowing what would happen once she was asleep. And, before she could get another snide comment out, she was slumping down on the road and passing out.
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She grinned, straightening up. "Got any food with ya?" Looking around, she felt the unusual urge to hug him. She moved to do so then stopped. 'What are you doing, huh? You barely know him and you trust him enough to not murder you when you touch him? Come on, you cannot be going soft now!'
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He grabs the Unforgiven, hardly caring to be gentle, and starts to drag her into the fortress. As he passes Sam, he smiles. "Yeah, we've got plenty of food. I should know, I delivered it." He starts toward the garage, dragging the Unforgiven past a pile of boxes marked 'Raman'. "Feel free to stay out there, though." And just like that, he disappeared into the building along with the last boxes in the food delivery to the Trooper station.
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She felt herself being grabbed and dragged but to her it was part of her nightmare that enveloped her. In her nightmare, she was being dragged into the northern part of the city but it was like it had turned into a giant freezer set to way below zero. She hated the cold and the uppity, high class northern part of the city. She was afraid of freezing. She loved fire and warmth, but in this nightmare, she didn't have her pyrokinesis. She couldn't warm herself, she could only be locked up and left there, alone and freezing. She moved around a bit in the lieutenant's grasp, shivering.
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Watching him walk past, she turned and followed, ignoring the urge for the moment. "How long have you been here?" Her glittering blue eyes strayed to the Unforgiven in his hands and she shivered.
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((Yay Metallica!))
The Trooper gives the Unforgiven a stern kick before dragging her further into what was essentially a fortified police station. "Here? All of thirty minutes. And I already made a friend, lucky me." He tosses the Unforgiven into a cell, the doors steel and the windows a clear glass-like material. "You hungry? I know I'm starving." In fact, he could barely stand up. He is not entirely sure how he can knock people out, but he knows it drains him horribly.
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"Yea, haven't eaten in a few days. I've been in town for a month. Haven't met anyone worth talknig to til now though." She shrugged as he threw the Unforgiven in the cell. "What do you usually do around here?" She looked around casually, still unable to shake the impulse to hug him.
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He smiles, finding a table and sighing in relief as he sits down. "Here we pretty much stay here, do what we can to keep those worthless souls outside from killing each other, or us." A human comes by with a pair of trays, setting two cafeteria style meals in front of them. "But what are you doing on the South side?"
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"Thanks." She gave her attention to the Trooper. "I wander here and there. What're you doing here?" The impulse was still there and it'd never been there before or as intense. "Uh, I got a question." She looked at her tray, taking a nibble at the meal, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
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She lets out a cry when she's kicked. That and being tossed were in here nightmare. She was kicked by her dragger and tossed into a prison cell, but it was outside, and just to toy with her there was something in the cell with animated flames but no heat. She needed heat, but she couldn't get it. She was going insane and she was starting cry, her tears freezing quickly in the nightmare but actually falling all the way in reality. She never cried in reality, not consciously. It was weird to her in the nightmare that she was actually doing so. How could this happen to me? She thought to herself, but her brain was quitting on her in her nightmare environment so she couldn't make an escape from it. Her breathing was becoming staggered, like she was really freezing, and she curls up into a ball on the floor of the cell. She just wanted her fire back, she wanted to be tough again, she wanted to live.
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He nods, taking a sip from the drink on his tray, which thankfully was loaded with caffeine. "Go ahead, ask away." The girl seemed embarrased about something, though the Trooper had never been good at understanding people.
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"Uhm, well, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to hug you?" She looked up at him through her short bangs, blushing a tad darker. The pulled pork sandwich just sat on the tray, along with the sprite.
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He looks at her a bit confused. "Er, sure..." The Troopers confusion was understandable, given the emotional detachment he had been developing for the past few years, ever since he had been drafted into officers training three years ago.
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She smiled slightly, standing. Moving aorund the table, she wrapped her arms gently around his shoulders and hugged him, laying her head on his shoulder for a minute. "Sorry about this." She whispered in his ear, lingering for a second more then letting go to stand beside him. "I'm Samantha."
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She gets low on air now and she starts talking in her sleep, although it wasn't very loud because of the shortness of breath. "Can't breathe. Need heat. Need fire. Fire to wake me up inside. Can't die. Freezing. Gonna die..." Her voice fades the rest of the way and her breathing stops.
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(lol Dave. Metallica's one of my favorite bands. I'm listening to Unforgiven now. Ironic?)
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((lol, same here 0.o))
"I'm... Dave..." He felt sufficiently awkward with her arms around him, but it wasn't too bad. She was grateful, that was all. Meanwhile, a pair of medical officers rushed down the hall, opening one of the holding cells to perform CPR on the Unforgiven inside.
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She realized she still had her arms around him and, frowning, let go to sit back down. She laid her head on the table and berated herself loudly for being stupid.
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The air was coming back now and she awoke, sitting straight up and pushing the medics away. "Get your hands off of me!" She yells at them. She tries to set her flames again but is unsuccessful. She scowls and growls at the medics to get them away from her and out of her cell.
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One of the medics prods her with an electric baton, used mostly for cattle. "She's fine. Let's go."
The Trooper meanwhile reaches over and puts a hand on the young girls head. "Hey, it's alright. Why don't you just eat something? You'll feel better on a full stomach!" He opened her sprite and took a sip of his own drink.
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Sam moved her head up a little, purring under her breath at his touch. "Stupid?" She asked, lifting more to pick the Sprite up, shaking all of a sudden.
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She groans in pain from the electric shock. "That's right. Go." She grumbled and moved to sit against a wall.
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The medics close the doors as they leave the cell, locking her in.
"No, not stupid at all. Look, why don't we get you cleaned up? I'm sure we could find you a cot somewhere nice and warm, too." He smiles warmly.
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She starts to feel her strength building up again and starts to slowly cover herself with flames, starting on her arms. She needed to feel the warmth of her fire. She just glares at the medics as they leave. They might have saved her life but she still didn't like them.
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She looked around and shivered. "Ok. You'll stay with me, right?" Her eyes were watering with unshed tears as she remembered something her mother told her before she disappeared. "No one will stay around long enough to remember you when you're gone...." She whispered, blinking back a few tears.
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The Trooper nods, handing her a cardkey. "This will unlock the room all the way at the end of that hall over there. You go on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be along in a few minutes." He stands and walks to the cell he had locked the Unforgiven in. "I trust you're not feeling quite so insubordinate now."
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Soon her whole body is covered with flames and she sits enjoying the heat. When the Trooper shows up at her cell, she looks up at him and glares, shutting off her flames. "You would think that." She says, unstraightening her legs and bringing her knees closer to her chest and resting her arms on her knees.
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"Well I doubt you can do much harm in there." He smiles, more a vindictive look than anything else. "Comfortable? I hope so. You'll be spending the night in there, longer if I wake up in a bad mood. It should be obvious where the latrine is, and the bed is wherever you feel like laying down." He stepped up to the glass, his muzzle almost touching it. "People tend to like the corners."
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"Oh, I'm quite comfortable, thanks for caring." She gives him a fake gracious smile. "Corners aren't my place." She says defiantly and looks to the center of the cell where she was planning on sleeping.
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The Trooper smirks, putting a paw on the glass. "Need some help dozing?" He made her just drowsy enough to get his point across. Sure, he could not put her under again, not so soon, but she didn't know that. For all she knew, he could have been holding back, although quite the opposite was true. Self-restraint was not his strength when he was irritated.
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She feels a little drowsy and returns her eyes to him, glaring again. "No. And if I did need help, I definitely wouldn't take it from the likes of you." She says, hatred in her voice. She didn't know if he would put her to sleep again but she was very conscientious about the possibility. "Darkness imprisons me. You can't do anything about it." Her look of defiance remains like it's set in stone.
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Sam nods, standing. "Uh, okay. I'll see you then." She looked at him for a second then stumbled off, down the hall, and to the door of the room he'd indicated. Using the key, she unlocked the door and collapsed tiredly to the side of the jamb.
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He smiles as he turns and starts down the hall, singing something just loud enough for her to hear. "Darkness, imprisoning me, all I see, absolute horror..." His voice fades as he disappears down the hall, cutting through the mess hall and coming to his own room. Opening the door, he finds the girl asleep next to it and lays her in his own cot. With a smile he heads to the radio room, deciding to spend his night monitoring the other Troopers on patrol in South Paradise.
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She just shakes her head as he walks away singing the song. He may know the song, but he hasn't experienced its meaning. She thought to herself. She moves to the center of her cell, uses her control of darkness to fill the cell with pitch black fog, lays down on her back, and lets herself fall asleep, blowing short jets of fire out every time she exales.
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She smiled in her sleep briefly at the feeling of arms around her then shivered, curling into a ball. Her eyelids fluttered as a nightmare came and passed.
She took two long pieces of cloth cut in the shape of an over sized person. Using thick black cord, she sew on two X's for eyes, a series of five X's for a mouth then stuffed a little sand and a charm from her aunt's bag. Sewing up the doll, she hugged it to her chest protectively. "I'll call you Ticktock, my protector. I'll always love you, Ticktock. You're my best friend." She murmured, hiding the doll in her quill as she put the thread and cloth back then continued on down the trail, looking for an animal that helped her calm down.
The lizard watching her scuttled down the tree and followed, crawling to perch atop a stump a little ahead of her. "Hello Sam. Welcome home." He whispered in her head, smiling his lizard's smile. His pale brown eyes glittered in the sunlight.
"Good afternoon, Pogomani. Have you decided to come home with me for the day?"
Yes, we can leave at sunset. I see you've made another friend. Who is this?" He asked, indicating the rag doll.
"This is Ticktock. Ticktock, meet Pogo." She introduced, hugging the doll tightly. "He's my best friend." She announced, holding out her arm for Pogomani to crawl up and perch at her shoulder.
He nuzzled her neck, wrapping his tail around the other side. "He seems very nice, dear. Do I get to meet your family?"
"I guess. Can I bring Ticktock?"
"Sure sweetie. Let's get going so we're not her at nightfall. Would you be sleeping in the hay again or in the dirt?"
"The dirt. I don't live in the barn anymore. It burned down last week." She nuzzled the lizard back and started to walk back down the trail to a small town resembling Salem. "Welcome to Aelms, Ticktock, Pogomani. I hope you enjoy your stay." She whispered with asmile, hugging the doll closer to herself...
The fires started in the middle of the night. The smell of smoke drifted in and out of the street she was sleeping in, waking Pogo and Ticktock. They struggled to wake her but it was no use, she was in a coma brought on by almost no sleep in a month. She slept through the fires that destroyed Aelms and left the barn she'd called home in ashes. When she did wake up, the only living thing near her was Ticktock. She held him close to her, tears streaming down her face. "I told you Ticktock, I love you and I'll always be hear for you..."
She shivered, hugging an imaginary rag doll to her chest protectively. "My Ticktock...My best friend...my.... forever..." She whispered, straightening up as she began to sleep-walk.
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The Trooper sits at a desk, a headset on as he directs a handful of Troopers throughout the city, most actively fighting the Unforgiven. A few even fought gang fighters from the factions who served as the de-facto government. For militia fighters, they wer startlingly well armed, and understandably ferocious. Stones, bullets, Soul and Sin, it was all out war.
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She sleeps peacefully this time in her pitch black fog consumed cell. She was dreaming of a place consumed in fire and darkness at the same time. It was like she was in her own heaven. She likes this place, she would like to stay here, but in the back of her mind she knows that it's all a dream so she knows that it will all vanish at some point. She sings softly in her sleep. "Darkness coats us. The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden of the dead's alive tonight and you can't stop it. Just enjoy it. Open up your mind and you will feel it too. The sound, the touch, the thoughts, that you've been so blind to..."
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She followed some subconscious path to the cafeteria, sat at the table and began munching on the sandwich she'd abandoned earlier. Her eyes were open now but she wasn't seeing the cafeteria, she was seeing nothing. Her thoughts strayed to the Trooper. He was nice, and handsome too...
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((sorry!))
she stood stranded in what semed like chaos and scratched her left arm whikst deep int htought,she hated loking like a dolt and wondered who were the unforgiven and why was she known as suspicious
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The Trooper slaps himself and sprints out to the gate to get the other girl he had found wandering the slums, pulling her inside and leading her to the cafeteria. "Sorry about that, I get kinda forgetful when I'm mad." He scratches the back of his head and hands her a card-key. "This'll let you into my room, the last one at the end of that hall. Hope you don't mind a roommate."
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After singing a couple songs in her sleep, she fell silent. She was just sleeping soundly now, lying on her back and still blowing short jets of fire out of her nostrils when she exhaled which made a small glow within the pitch black fog in her cell every time she did so, with her dream still running through her head.
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Her head rose and she snapped awake at his voice. "Hello?" She looked around and practically fell out of her chair. "Uh, hi.. I'm Samantha. Who're you?" She asked the girl from earlier.
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she lookd down at the key and back up at im"thanks...i guess"she smiled wearily
"but whats happening her exactly she asked tentvily hoping not to it a nurve.she stepped a bit closer to him and looked around at all the armed men, this wasnt her world she thought but hell it was.
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'Hello? Can you hear me?" She asked, annoyed as she got up from the floor. "I didn't catch your name." She turned to the Trooper.
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"who me"she pinte to herself and smiled gingerly,then sstraightened up"im megan, i would like to join in with yuor cause to fight for my family2she frowned deep in thought then came back to reality"reporting for duty..i guess"she smiled hoping she was gunna be liked by the other people
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"Nice to meet you Megan. What cause?" She asked, puzzled.
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"cause"startled, "what you mean cause"she asked uteerly confused
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"our cause?" She looked at her like she was off in la-la land. "You're an odd one." She laughed.
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"thats what everyone says2she said then "well im here to help in whtever way be neccasary "shse griinned hoping to mke friends
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Her dream just continues on as she sleeps in her cell; it probably wouldn't end until she woke up or someone else woke her up. The short jets of fire continue to come out of her nostrils when she exhales, still making a small glow in the pitch black fog she created in her cell every time. She was definately enjoying this while she could seeming how she hadn't slept in a month or so. That Trooper wasn't doing much to ruin anything for her; the only thing he did was give her a nightmare but that was the extent of his torture for that time. "I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all..." She whispers in her sleep, then falls silent again.
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"now were was that room that you were on about"she turned to the guy who hd helped her out the first time
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"I can show you if you'd like. If he means his room I'm in there now. Nice to meet you, roomie." She grinned back, clasping her hands in front of her and twisting her torso back and forth.
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"i should think so, that what he sadi, his room yeah "smiles and scratchs her head
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"Well, I'm staying there too. come on!" She grabbed her hand and skipped down the hall, stopping in front of the last room. "Welcome home Megan."
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"thanks you"she smiled and then realised she had no clothes besides the ones on her back.she blushed lightly then walked into the room
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She giggled, smiling back. "We'll see if he can help us find clothes tomorrow, ok? Where do you want to sleep, the bed or the floor?"
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smiles "where were you sleping ill probably tke the other option"
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"I've called the floor. You want the bed?" She giggled, thinking about a bunch of girls sleeping in that trooper's room when he walked in. "That would be funny...." She mumbled, grinning.
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"well his pictue of walkin will lok slightly wrong wont it"she smiled turning to her
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She wakes up and slowly opens her eyes, then sits up slowly. She rubs her eyes, confused as to why she can't see anything, then shakes her head at herself when she remembers that she filled the room with pitch black fog so that she was comfortable as she fell asleep. She stretches, gets up, and uses the latrine. Then she starts doing exercises in her cell since she has nothing to do and she exercises every day anyway.
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She giggled, smiling back.
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sighd heavily an looks dsown "did ...dId you loose any one, and asare...are trying to fine them..."ahe looked seriously but questioningly at her
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"My father left when I was younger and my mother got sick so I left to find a doctor. When I came back, she was buried in the ashes of our burned-down house. So I don't really have any family...I'm looking to find some though. What about you?'
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"so...doy ou kow there name"she asked quietly seating herself on the sofa inside
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"I think so, Molly and Jacob."
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she looked up "friends or family"she quried
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"Ma and pop." She sat beside her. "Do you have any family you left behind or anything?"
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"wellt hey were either killed or have been tken...im a gaurdian to some children that i have to ifnd so...im not really tht great of a person i bet u think"she sadi getting up and walking to thw window
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"No, you seem like a really good person to me."
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"stange...to be honest im an orphan...many people hink that ts a great thing but it has it us and dows, though i am looking for someone, just like you, it can get bit boring when your on you ow i guess" she added with a sa sigh. then she looked back up"but weve got to stay srong yes, theres no doubt about that then"
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She made the pitch black fog in her cell disappear as she finished her exercises. She moved back to the center of the cell, sitting down indian-style, and stared at & through the door of her cell, waiting for the Trooper to come back. She shot balls of fire at the door from her palms while she waited, not trying to damage the door or anything but just entertaining herself.
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She nodded, she knew how that worked. "My best friend has no family so he had to be strong all the time. It started to wear him down and he eventually was sent to bed for a month because of his refusal to accept help..." She sighed. "Now he's gotten better but he'll only let me help. Just like me?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "Can I be any help to you?"
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she angeled her face away "well you could give it a go but most people see me as a useless cause" she smiled gingerly then fluffed out her feathers, to carm them down.
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She looked at her curiously, pulling her into a big hug as she wondered where the Trooper was.
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in her own mind she to was wondering where he was and what he was doing. she jumped lightly in surprise at the hug and then smiled warilyl "thanks" she smiled again and hugged her back
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((We need a Gang Kingpin or something in here))
One of the medics from earlier approached Vee's (Forgot your IC name) cell, opening the door. "You're free to go. I suggest you hurry up."
The Trooper shrugs, leaving the command area and heading back to his room. He began to open the door but saw the two girls he had pulled in talking to each other, so he decided to go back to the cafeteria.
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Hearing the door open, she turned and puled the other girl to her. "Come on...I heard someone. Let's go see who it is..." She whispered, following the fading footsteps into the cafeteria. Seeing it to be the Trooper, she squealed with delight and pounced on his back, giggling.
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Ember eyed the medic from where she sat; she had stopped a fireball right in front of his face and now made it disappear into a puff of smoke. "Like anything would happen if I didn't hurry..." She said as she stood up and walked through the open cell door past the medic. She stopped after passing the medic and sent a medium-sized fireball down a hall towards the cafeteria, which set various things on fire. She chuckled to herself and smirked back at the medic. "Guess the Trooper has had enough fun with me...too bad...I was enjoying my time here...I guess he just can't handle me the way he should..." She said and walked towards the exit casually, not hurrying like she was told to since she didn't take orders from anybody.
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(*pokes Dave*)
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looks slightly confused and then rembers who he was and races after her giggiling lightly as p#mortem pounced him
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She glanced back, sticking her tongue out at her. "What?"
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stops and loks around "nothing" she mumble meakly unsure if she qwas nagry or joking
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((Sorry, life came up))
The Trooper falls over, yelping in surprise. Rolling over he sees the girl and smiles. "You really shouldn't sneak up on me. Scared me to death."
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She giggled, hugging him tightly. "Sorry. You scared me to death with opening that door. Trying to give me a heart attack?" She teased, nuzzling him.
(Life happens. You're forgiven. :P )
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The Trooper smirks. "Yeah, you got me. So you girls need anything?" He stands and straightens out his uniform, retucking his shirt.
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As she's still hung on his back, she peeks over his shoulder, laughing. "Whatcha doing?" Her green eyes shone like ...green diamonds? (xD) and her fingers cupped his neck to keep pressure off and still have a hold on him.
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she looked at the other two, clad to see soepeople happy, but unsure wher as to put herself. she decided to skip over to the table bench and seat herself on it
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She was reminded of her messy childhood, the few moments when she could convince the older orphans to give her piggy-backs. She missed all of them, though they were all probably dead or worse. She sniffled, a tear streaking down her face.
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she looked over to see her crying "oh...whats wrong" she said sadly coming over to give her a hug, whats wrong"
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"Hmm...guess no one's gonna stop me from leaving...guess it wasn't just a trick..." She said to herself as she walked out the exit. She could still hear the sizzle of things burning up as the fireball she sent down the hallway continued its rampage. She raised her right paw and then swiftly turned it into a fist, stopping the fireball and making it vanish a few inches from the three of them. She lowered her paw to her side, unballing her fist, and opened the gate then walked through it. She conveniently left the gate open though. The security of their facility was of no importance to her anyway. They were the reason she was in this place and she would always bitter about it (even though being here taught her how to survive and the full extent of her power). They were the enemy.
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her ears twitched as a certain sound entered her haering...a strange..sizziling. she frowned slightly unsuere of what to say, but still comforting mortem
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The girl shrugged, holding tighter to the Trooper as she continued to hang from his back; this was quite comfortable.
(dave, you're up. Oh, and some things have come up recently so I won't be on as much as usual. Check out my temporary topic for more details if you need them.)
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((Alright. And welcome back))
"Okay, you're really going to have to let go now, you're killing my back." The Trooper sets the girl back on the floor, smiling. "If you were a little lighter, or if I was a little better rested, it would be fine."
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(Thanks, I missed you guys. :])
She pouted for a second then shrugged. "Fine, be that way." She huffed, getting up slowly. Her hip was bothering her again. She'd hoped it would go away if she left town but apparently not. "Why don't you sleep and we'll let you know if anything comes up, ok?" She asked, dropping the act as she was genuinely concerned about him. Most of the time she could care less about others but something about these two set off her heart. She didn't question it, just went with the instructions; as she was programmed to do.
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The Trooper nods, yawning. "Yeah, I could use some down time. If you need anything, I'm sure everyone here will be more than happy to help you." He walks into his room and lays on his cot, tipping the brim of his cap over his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly.
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Ember walked across the street and easily scaled the front of a building. She perched herself on the roof, looking over the facility below her and across the street. She looked like a gargoyle perched there on the roof: her black fur (with red parts), horns, and wings attached to her arms like a bat (which she didn't use often) all matching the profile of one.
((I don't really know what I should do, being the only Unforgiven in the RP here. =s ...unless I forgot someone.))
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(Multicharacter time? One or several of us could possibly get away with it. I could try if it's alright with Dave/Arke.)
She nodded, walking over to the angel. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."
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((Yeah, I'd say it's about time we got a gang in here.))
On the other side of South Paradise, one of the larger and more violent gangs, the Metal Militia was congregating in a warehouse they had made into their base of operations. Their target? The South Paradise Barracks, and more specifically their food. "The council has been trying to keep us under their thumb for too long! We're running things down here just fine without them, and they need to just stay out of our bussiness! They need to stay out of our city!" The kingpin of the Metal Militia, the so-called Master of Puppets, knew how to get his cronies riled up, if nothing else.
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(Nice. Ow... My stomach's bothering me...Oh well, getting used to that cut is going to take some time.)
One of the members was blending in well with the others, his hair cut short. He watched the Master of Puppets.
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She stayed perched on the rooftop, barely noticeable in the shadows and unaware of the meeting that was taking place with the gang. She just observed what was going on below at the barracks although she had the urge to shoot fireballs at random people inside the fenced area, she resisted.
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The mob, everyone armed in some way, began moving toward the barracks and picking up more of the Unforgiven as they advance. By the time they reached the Barracks, there was a small sea of bodies attempting to break through the fence and gates. Troopers assembled outside, using various non-lethal means to try and keep the mob at bay.
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She watched the mob approach the Barracks and eyed the front gate she had left open, wondering why not one of the Troopers had closed it yet with the mob attacking and all. She debated whether or not she wanted to join the mob as she watched the scene from the rooftop, having just been set free.
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her ears twitched lightly at the sound of metal clashing. confused se walked over to the window and leaned outside "loos like weve got company...think we should wake up trooper or..." she asked still looking over the mob
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The girl shook her head. "No, let him sleep. See if you can do anything without getting killed or maimed, ok? I'll keep watch up here and whistle if I see somethings up." She sat on the bed beside the trooper, pushing his hair out of his face gently, face glowing with warmth. She'd been asleep for a long time, felt like she was finally waking from the nightmare her life was.
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she nodded silently then jumped out the window, thrusting out her wings powerfull, making sure no one saw she gently stepped back down onto the ground then looked about to see how she could help
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The new arrival made him turn quickly with a snarl. He wanted to rip her apart but he had more respect for the Masters' orders than that. Walking closer to her, he looked her up and down, gaging how easy she would be to fight.
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The Troopers held their ground even as the fighting picked up, everything from bullets to fireballs streaking through the air. The fences had fallen in several places though, and it was likely that the barracks would be overrun. More and more Unforgiven fought and clawed their way toward the Troopers.
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she focused her mind on a few of the fences so that they shot up suddenly back into place injuring many of them, or just combusted by becoming a raging inferno of rusted metal. she then brought out her wings heavily and tried to look at the mess from above, whilst lifting out her gun and tacking of the safety latch
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Name:luke
Age: 14
Race:wolf furry
Faction: trooper
Soul Powers:telekinesis
mind bomb
Weapons: laser cannon on hand
Description: Dressed in a trooper uniform, megan is outgoing and rebelious
luke kept firing at the mainstream of infected "what shall we do sir?" he asked
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she focused again and the fence broke apart and started to form a cage around them...she flew to the ground while boxing most of them in, and gasped as it took most of her energy