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Post by Zoodle on May 15, 2007 14:50:42 GMT -5
Our story takes place within the large city of Centoria, it was just your average city, hustling and bustling people filled the streets, taxis roamed free, and cars were packed together in the streets. If our story picked up here, it would be rather boring, so lets skip forward a few years. In the year of 2014, in the very same city, a company named LAWSOT Co. was working on a serum, they called it Derangirum, and they believed it would expand the human lifetime at least 500 years longer. During the testing of Derangirum, a scientist who had been working a 42 hour shift, injected the serum into a test subject. But thanks to working for 42 hours, that scientist put twice the amount of serum he was supposed to. The test subject began to complain of a pain in his arm, where the Serum was injected, after a little over an hour, and when the scientist examined it, his skin had turned a purple-brown color. The scientist was worried, but he convinced the subject that he was fine. Four hours went by, since the pain started, and the subject had a fever of 100 degrees, and he began experiencing chills, slight dementia and acute pain in his joints. An hour past and he vomited for the first, but not last time. Two more hours, and his fever was at 106 degrees, his extremities were completely numb, increased dementia and he began to lose muscle coordination. The scientist knew that something was wrong, and he began to sweat considerably. Three hours passed, and the subject was paralyzed in his lower body, the numbness had spread all across his body and his heart rate had slowed considerably. Five more hours, and the subject had gone into a coma. The scientist had no idea what to do, so he just kept watching the subject for four hours, then... the test subject suffered cardiac arrest, and was unable to be revived. Derangirum, was a failure, and the scientist was horrified. But the cardiac arrest was nothing, compared to what happened three hours later. The subjects eyes opened and his heart began to beat.
Centoria, would never be the same.
OOC: Okay, this is my first RP in a long time, so I may suck, and that may have sucked, but here we go. Just fill out this profile skeleton, and we're on our way to an RP!
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Post by Zoodle on May 15, 2007 19:07:16 GMT -5
OOC: Name: Drake Verch Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: He has short messy brown hair. He's pretty tall and rather skinny. He has green eyes, and he wears a black T-Shirt, with a white skull on the chest. He wears baggy jeans, which have gone through terrible things, and show it. His sneakers have a red stripe on either side, but they're beggining to fade. He wears a black wristband on his right wrist, and a cheap watch on his left. Bio: He's always bullied at school, and everyone says he's got a pig nose, but his mother says it looks like a baby's nose. He's never had a girlfriend, but he's always liked a girl at his school named Cindy. His parents were divorced when he was six, and he was so young, that it didn't strike him as sad. He's an only child, but was never a brat. Some people may say he's a goth, but he's quite the opposite. He dresses like someone who thinks he's so cool, but he knows he's not. He's nice to just about everyone, but doesn't have any friends. Job: Student Other: He's always wanted to make horror films.
IC: Drake was walking home from school, when he first heard the rumor. A kid from his school walked up to him and asked, "Have you heard about the zombies?" Drake raised his left eyebrow, and replied, "Uh... I'm not insane, so no." "Eh, shut up... LAWSOT made some sorta zombies, and they got loose, or something." Drake rolled his eyes and walked away from the student. "Hey, it's true!" The student yelled. "You'll be sorry when you don't prepare!"
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 15, 2007 22:46:09 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, hey, I'm gonna be that student. I want to be a zombie enthusiast sort of crazy person. ^^
Name: Tasha DeLuca Age:17 Gender: female Appearance: (I'll draw a pic and post it soon) Bio: Tasha is ready. Tasha has been ready. She's known that someday the zombie scourge would come and she's been preparing since middle school. In an odd way she's been looking forward to the invasion because she knows that this will be the ultimate test. A plague to wipe away the excess populous to make way for a golden age of human civilization. Also she's a total loser outcast. Not that she cares. They'll all be sorry... Job: student/zombie expert
I'l post IC soon, but now I have to go watch House!! Other:
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Post by toastingtonmctoast on May 16, 2007 16:33:08 GMT -5
I will give this a try.
Name: Mark age:17 gender:male apperance: Usually whereing somthing white and he has white hair. Bio:He is a karate expert being a 3rd degree black belt. He is strong for his age. He is mostly always training and has one a few trophys for his skill in karate Job:karate instructor IC: As Mark walked away from the dojo where he taught he noticed a crazy looking man walking by yelling "The zombies will come the zombies will come they will come for us...!". He avoid the odd man and continued to walk. But in some way that one man sparked his curiosity.
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Post by Zoodle on May 16, 2007 18:02:30 GMT -5
Drake arrived at his father's house in the mid-afternoon, but he wished he could have stayed out. He stared at the small hovel he called 'home' for a few moments, before deciding he should go inside. He turned the plain doorknob, opened and eventually closed the plain door. He pulled off his backpack and placed it by the door, and headed toward the kitchen, when he heard a loud moaning, coming from the living room. He crept into the living room, and saw his dad, asleep on the couch, with a zombie flick on TV. He was ashamed that he half thought there would be a zombie in his own living room. He was just about to turn off the TV, when there was a news break. The female reporter sat at the news desk, and, obviously, gave the news. "Fanatics continue to preach of the Apocalypse, and now, we have proof." Drake stared at the screen, and his mouth dropped agape as the footage was played on-screen. The video showed the park in the middle of Centoria, originally named Centoria Park. Far in the background was a shambling figure, the camera zoomed in to show the figure more clearly. The figure was missing an arm, and blood stained his torn up clothes. It turned it's head toward the camera, and began shambling toward it. At that point, the footage cut out. "Holy... crap..." Drake's eyes nearly filled with tears, as he saw the horrifying footage. He pulled his gaze away from the TV and began trying to figure out what else it could have been. He figured it must have been a hoax, someone in a costume, trying to fool everyone. But the arm... the arm was missing, and that couldn't be faked by just anyone. This was real, that was a real zombie.
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Post by toastingtonmctoast on May 16, 2007 19:11:27 GMT -5
The second mark woke up he saw a ugly head right infront of his face he let out a scream and hit with the back of his fist on instinct. "Sorry! I didn't mean to do that" he said counding paniced but when he looked across the room he saw that the head had rolled on the end of his room and the body was laying on his bed. He screamed so lound there wasnt a person in the world who could not here him and he passed out on his bed. What he didn't notice be fore he passed out was that he didn't hit a human he hit a zombie.
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 16, 2007 20:34:10 GMT -5
Ooc: O.O I’ve always wanted to do a zombie rp!!!
Name: Fraya lunth Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Fraya has long dark brown hair that she always keeps tied back into a braid. She has a slender frame and powerful limbs. Her body is light set but durable letting her put her self though intense stress and still recover quickly from injuries. Bio: She is very flexible and enjoys sports like swimming and Karate. She’s also a bit of a survival nut, always making plans for the worst. Fraya is very observant and doesn’t talk much but is nice enough once you get to know her. Job: Student
Ic: Fraya was not in the mood. Plain and simple. Her hands twitched at every passing person hoping they would make the mistake to mess with her. She was even dressed for such an occasion, a form fitting shirt with loose white pants to match. She enjoyed fights but never sought them out. That wasn’t they way she worked. It was getting dark but she was almost home. People on the streets were talking anxiously to each other. Fraya didn’t know what was going on but figured that she’d find out in school the next day or her parents would tell her. Of course the news would be on by the time she got home, she could just find out her self.
Ooc: Freya’s not mean, she’s just serious. (Kay, ya that sucked but I have a lot of homework on my mind right now. I promise the next one will be better. =P)
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Post by Zoodle on May 16, 2007 21:18:19 GMT -5
OOC: Yay, people like it! C(^.^)D And Blackninjawolf, that didn't suck! Look at some of my old posts (the username is Grog-min), THOSE suck xD
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 16, 2007 22:19:08 GMT -5
OOC: I've drawn the pic; I'll post it soon.
IC:
"You'll be sorry when you don't prepare!" The other student just rolled his eyes and walked away as Tasha watched after him desperately. "Fine... it isn't like anyone's ever listened before."
She shook her head and scowled, shouldering hr bookbag. It was all just as well, she had to get home to get ready. She had everything waiting for this moment. She'd been waiting, watching, preparing for this moment. She knew that thr time would come, and now the time had come.
Tasha ran to where her bike was chained up and hastily unlocked it. Hopping on she sped off toward home as fast as she could. She almost smiled at the thought that she had been right. All those years filled with torment and taunts, and she had been right. So what if people thought she was crazy? So what if she had no real friends? It didn't matter now. The chips were down, and everyone would be put to the test. She'd make it, and everyone would come running to her.
Running to me... they'll need me. They'll need ME. Now she did smile, thinking of the total role reversal.
She got home quickly and pulled her bike into the driveway next to the dirty Toyota and dashed up to the front door of her aunt and uncle's house. Speeding though the front room without even a hello, Tasha went down the stairs in the kitchen to the basement which doubled as her bedroom.
The large, dark room was cacrefully organized with shelves housing everything from canned food to gardening tools. There were blankets, extra clothing, maps, jugs of water and just about anything else a person could need in a crisis.
The basement wasn't the ideal location, she knew, but she could move everything when she needed to. It could all be transported, and she knew that it should be transported. She knew where to go, and she knew how. She had a plan, and it was a good one.
There was a computer in one corner where she did her planning and research. Next to it was her phone, not that she used it much. Her aunt and uncle had given it to her, thinking that it would be a good thing for a teenage girl but it wasn't like she had anyone to talk to anyway.
"Well, it's go time."
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Post by Shmoie on May 16, 2007 22:36:49 GMT -5
OOC: Hey, Zoodle-bo-Doodle, mind terribly if I join as Cindy? ^^ If you have other plans for her, I can delete this; but I might as well get a profile/first post started, in the case that it's cool with you. (Sadie, if you notice, she looks a lot like Katie in our French class, I stole her last name from Linda in our French class, and personality-wise, she heartily resembles Dawn... I'm all sneezy still, so I'm not at my most creative. -.- I'll fine-tune her later.)
Name: Cindy Otten Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Layered blonde hair she dyes a mild red; blue eyes; freckly cheeks. Slightly less than average height; round, pretty figure; not a lot of muscle, but she has plenty of stamina. She dresses rather preppily (mostly brand-name clothes, etc.). Bio: Cindy is in track, and every morning she goes for a brief jog. She's a fundamentally kind person, though she can be a little bit shallow sometimes when she's around her friends. She's 'the funny one' in her group, and likes to make people laugh. Academically, she's not a genius, but she gets by with mostly B's. Her father is the manager of a nearby Home Depot. She's also starting to get really into video games, but she doesn't like to talk about it with her friends, for fear they'll think it's dorky. Job: She helps out occasionally at her dad's Home Depot, stocking shelves and the like, so she knows her way around the store pretty well. Other: She likes to chew gum - especially Juicy Fruit. ^^
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Cindy reclined in the office chair in front of her computer, spinning lazily in a circle as she popped her bubblegum. "Blahhh... science homework," she groaned aloud, leaning forward and again applying herself to her task. Opening internet explorer, she was about to go to Google when she happened to glance at a news headline... furrowing her brow, she clicked on a link reading 'Zombies in Centoria?'
As the video began to play, Cindy's eyes grew huge. "What the..." she murmured, pausing the broadcast and bringing her face close to the screen. She scrutinized the image of what appeared to be a raggedy, armless, rotting corpse walking through the park. Suddenly fearful, she gulped nervously, then gagged a little as she realized she'd just swallowed her gum. Turning back to the screen, she shook her head slightly. "Nuh-uh... there's now way... it's gotta be some kind of prank."
After a minute, she stood and walked out of the room, down the hall and into the foyer. "Daddy?" she called to her father, who was seated at the dinner table, looking over bills. "I'm gonna head over to the park real quick. I'll be back in a jiffy..."
"Your mom's making dinner; don't take too long," her dad replied absently, shuffling the papers in his hands.
"I won't!" she yelled back as she grabbed a jacket and strode outside. Walking across the neatly kept front lawn to the garage, she mounted her bicycle and sped off down the street towards the park... she wouldn't believe this until she saw it with her own two eyes.
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Post by Zoodle on May 17, 2007 1:08:56 GMT -5
OOC: Nuuuuuu, don't go, Cindy! xD I was hoping someone would be Cindy, because it would make everything more interesting, and having it be joo is coo'. IC: Drake gripped his dad by the shoulders and shook him wildly. "Dad, get up, come on, get up!" Drake shook his dad harder and harder, but he wouldn't wake up. Suddenly, Drake's mind sprang into action, and he remembered that his dad took sleeping pills, and nothing could wake him after that. His heart began to pound harder and faster with each passing second. What am I gonna do... Yet again, his mind jumped into action, this time a little too much action. Almost at the same time, he thought of Cindy and Tasha. His mind began to rip itself apart, trying to decide what to do. I have to save my dad, but Cindy... and Tasha, she could save me... I don't know! Drake collapsed on the ground, grasping his head. He closed his eyes tightly, somehow thinking that would help. Eventually, he opened his eyes, and let go of his head. He jumped up and ran to his backpack. He rummaged through his backpack and eventually pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. He jotted down a quick note, then ran back into the living room. He placed the note on the coffee table then ran outside. OOC: Wanna know what the note said? Dad, went to pick up Cindy. If you want to reach me, call Tasha. DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 17, 2007 17:11:57 GMT -5
Ooc: xD Oh, I just have to get in on this one.....
Ic: Fraya had finally sunk into one of her more relaxed moods. She hummed absent mindedly walking lightly down the street. The more she hummed the less irritated she got. She however was beginning to wonder what all the commotion was about. Less and less people were out on the streets but every one of them was in a panic to get to where ever they were going fast.
“This is dumb…” she said to her self. “What does everyone else know that I don’t?” She stepped off the curb and crossed the street hurrying to avoid traffic. “I don’t hear any sirens so either it’s really nothing or its really bad.” She said continuing her conversation with herself. She made another turn down the street towards the park but stopped at what she saw. Cars and camera crew trucks blocked the road and some were even parked on the sidewalk. People swarmed around the cars and in the grass some taking pictures, some staring in awe, some were even crying.
Fraya ran up to the nearest person, a camera guy who seemed intend on filming every second of what was going on.
“Excuse me,” she started
“Get outa the way kid!” the man said giving her a angry glare
“I just want to know whats going on…” Fraya said sounding insulted
“Are you blind? Look out there.” The man pointed
Fraya looked out over the field. She gasped “ Wha—what are they?” she asked shocked.
“Zombies..” someone behind her said. A lady in the crowd screamed at hearing this. ‘Stupid woman.’ Fraya thought. Her mind raced to the woods across the street from her house and then to the box under her bed.
“I need to make phone calls first.” She said aloud to herself
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 17, 2007 20:13:37 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, the comment that Fraya makes when she says "Wha--what are they?" should read "Wha--what is that?" I misread a previous post.
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Post by Zoodle on May 17, 2007 21:41:57 GMT -5
Drake ran down the sidewalk, as fast as he possibly could. His heart pounded horrifically fast, his legs throbbed, and the world blurred past him. What if I'm too late? What if I run into a zombie? So many things could go wrong... and after I get her, what if we can't make it to Tasha's? Oh god... this is all really happening... zombies... I'm going to save someone from zombies!
Drake was running too fast, and thinking too much to notice the rock on the sidewalk. His foot hit the rock, he landed on his knees and slid almost a foot and a half. Pebbles riddled his knees, and blood was smeared along his old jeans. The pain was unbelievable, but he had to go on. He got back up, and tried to run, but his knees felt like fire. He bit his lower lip and began to limp as fast as he could. Every footstep hurt beyond words, but he knew he had to do it. He finally saw Cindy's house in the distance.
It's almost done... I'm almost there... Drake limped closer and closer, his pain and terror; gone, just for a moment, as he knocked on the door.
The doorknob began to turn and Drake just realized that he was dressed terribly, and covered with blood. The door opened, and there he was, Cindy's father, standing in the doorway.
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Ryu
Sapling
FF8! Woot.
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Post by Ryu on May 17, 2007 21:46:38 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry if this kind of a late entry, heard about this at school and.. I can't miss this. xD My post'll be short lived cuz.. I'm working with somebody here.. >> onward! Name: Jet Eita Age: Just turned 20 Gender: Male Appearence: A slightly under average height man with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, bright blue eyes, and usually wears brown boots, jeans, a black shirt and blue zip up jacket (even though he never zips it up). Bio: Jet's a simple sharpshooter, not exactly knowledgable in the area of zombies. Pretty quiet, but has a strong sense of duty when it comes to protecting people. Job: In an academy to become part of the police force as a detective. Other: Has an odd fascination with cat toys (xD inside joke) IC: A very concentrated Jet stood with a pistol raised at a target in a nearby shooting range, a pair of poofy sound proof headphones on head. He took a few shots at the target, hitting in a triangle formation, then took one more shot that wizzed right through a hole he had made with a previous bullet. He grinned at this, reloading and looking down at his Cellphone that he had placed on the counter infront of him, he wouldn't be able to hear if it rang.. but the vibration was set, so he'd see it. He could've sworn he heard screaming outside, but simply thought it was his ears ringing from his gunshots. Never the less, he took a quick look at his body armor and other weapons in the locker behind him, close enough if he needed to protect himself. He quietly cocked the gun back, then began to shoot once again at the nearly completely demolished target.
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