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Post by Zoodle on Dec 6, 2007 14:58:17 GMT -5
OOC: Hm... alright then. I'll think of a new way to start this baby, and we'll rawk.
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Post by Zoodle on Dec 5, 2007 3:51:17 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, if you're sure. Wait, should Yoko post her profile?
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Post by Zoodle on Dec 3, 2007 17:09:34 GMT -5
OOC: So we'll wait for Mr. Cro, then get this thingy rolling.
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Post by Zoodle on Nov 17, 2007 13:18:49 GMT -5
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 his only friend is Jack Brehn from school. Other: He's always wanted to make horror films.
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Post by Zoodle on Nov 17, 2007 13:15:29 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 passed 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: Alrighty, you all know the drill. Just post your profile and start rawking.
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Bio: Job: Other:
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Post by Zoodle on Nov 16, 2007 17:23:29 GMT -5
OOC: Alrightly... should it just be Dark City 2 (or something like that), or should I come up with a new name?
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Post by Zoodle on Nov 15, 2007 13:52:49 GMT -5
OOC: My first dead thread... suckzorz... but, we must continue it! Sadie thinks maybe we should start it over, and that might work.
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Post by Zoodle on Oct 23, 2007 11:00:41 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, I'm pretty sure we all do, but you waiting a month before replying might have made some people forget about it! xP
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Post by Zoodle on Oct 1, 2007 5:15:12 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I decided to make Drake a rambling sort of guy xD His relationship kinda reminds me of you and Jon's, Eveh. And I would post... but Trasha (that's right, I changed it. Got a problem with that?) should be replying to something, so... Saaaaaaadiiiiiiieeeee! Your turn.
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Post by Zoodle on Sept 23, 2007 12:36:58 GMT -5
OOC: Meh, I'll try to post. Hopefully it won't end up exploding in everyone's faces.
IC:
Drake looked out the back window, as the van turned a corner. The bodies were out of sight, and Drake loosened slightly in his seat.
"You can open your eyes now, Cindy. Sorry about the long wait." Drake sighed, almost smiling as he turned to look at the truck Tasha was driving down the road. Even though she's a total jerk, at least we've got Tasha slightly on our side. I guess she did kinda save us back there, so that's gotta count for some ounce of human caring. Of course, she was also saving herself, so maybe she didn't even think about anyone else. God, she's so selfish! Wait... that's not what I was thinking about... we'll get to this safe place, wherever it is, and then maybe I could tell Cindy that... yeah... or maybe she'll be in trouble, and I can save her, and then she'll fall in love with me! And then I'll kill all the... oh... yeah... get a hold of yourself, you've just been rambling on for who knows how long! Maybe they asked me a question, and I didn't answer! Maybe it was Cindy! Oh god, now she hates me!
Drake finally snapped himself from his internal ramblings, and shook his head. "Hey... is anyone else hungry? I haven't eaten since lunch, and then I just had a sandwich. I think it was ham... there was some nice cheese, and some mustard... and... I mean... uh... sorry..." He slipped his hands in his pockets, and slid lower in his seat. He didn't like having attention, as it made him feel like people would see more of his faults.
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Post by Zoodle on Sept 19, 2007 15:44:41 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry! I just can't come up with anything lately >_>
And besides, Korri's just been asked a question, so she should be the one to post! So she's in trouble, not me... xD
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Post by Zoodle on Sept 12, 2007 13:41:36 GMT -5
OOC: True, but for some reason, I have no creativity lately... it sucks! T-T
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Post by Zoodle on Sept 10, 2007 14:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: ... or the next day...
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Post by Zoodle on Aug 30, 2007 23:28:36 GMT -5
OOC: Myar... 'tis a truthiness of which you speak. I'm not feeling creative at the moment, so I'll pass for now. Maybe I'll post tomorrow.
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Post by Zoodle on Aug 29, 2007 19:21:35 GMT -5
OOC: Yayzorz, Korri joineded! Now it's time for... me to post? No... Trash-can? Uh... I don't know... O.O
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