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Zombie Apocolypse RP
Zombie Apocolypse RP
Not even the new tech of 2045 can stop the apocolypse. The city in which your character lives is the first of many to be targeted.
Rules :
1. No Over Powered charries, please.
2. Only seven charries, counting BHR's (who is co-owning this RP) and mine.
Here's the form :
Name :
Age :
Appearance :
Previous Occupation/Backstory :
Perfered Weapon :
Outfit :
Personality :
My character :
Name : Luciella "Luci" Frayen
Age : 9
Appearance : Short and thin, she hs light brown hair and pale, almost translucent blue eyes. She has pale skin and a small nose.
Previous Occupation/Backstory : A thief
Perfered Weapon : Dagger
Outfit : Matte black cargo pants, gray sleevless shirt, black shoes, silver pendant necklace
Personality : She is shy and a bit closed-in. Her mother died of Cancer (they haven't cured it yet) and all she has of her mother is he silver pendant, so she is pretty sad sometimes, but she doesn't show it.
submitted by Indigo
(January 2, 2015 - 12:50 pm)
(January 2, 2015 - 12:50 pm)
Tamar~
Tamar poked her head into Lab 8. Dr. Sabine must have finished early, because the only person still there was Dr. Pythacom, her partner. He was relatively new to the lab; he'd come maybe 2 months ago. The way he'd unpacked his briefcase -- half in, half out -- made it look like he was going to leave again soon. In fact, he was packing up right then -- but just for the day.
"Hi, Tamar," he recognized her. "What brings you to Lab 8?"
"I finished early, so I was wondering if you need some help over here," Tamar explained. "Dr. Hallia mentioned that you were starting another cloning trial, and I'm pretty good with sequencing..."
Dr. Pythacom looked distracted. He swept papers off his desk into a file folder and replied, "No... I think I'm done for today. Thanks, though. Actually, I'm going to get a whole bunch of samples tomorrow -- could Dr. Hallia spare you to come over here and work with me? Here's a text number." He scribbled a number without looking on a sticky note with one hand while pulling a book off his shelf with the other. Folding it, he passed it to Tamar.
"Yeah, sure, Dr. Pythacom," replied Tamar, tucking the sticky note into her jacket pocket. "Dr. Hallia is off tomorrow, so I'm totally free! I'll come by and help out. See you tomorrow, Dr. Pythacom!"
Holding the door open behind her for Dr. Pythacom, she left the Lab.
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Tamar got home at about eight, since the bullet train had been late because of a momentary electricity failure. Remembering the phone number Dr. Pythacom had handed her, she pulled the sticky note out of her pocket. She frowned -- the area code was nothing near their area. Experimentally, she pulled out her phone and texted the number.
Hello, this is Tamar Alain. Is this Dr. Pythacom's number?
My name is Luci Frayen.
(January 10, 2015 - 1:48 am)
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Name: Zain Mol
Age:15
Appearanc: Black eyes, pure whit skin, long black, curly hair, has never cut it in her life.
Previous Occupation/Backstory: Murdrer. You'll find out...
Perfered Weapon: Revolver.
Outfit: Camos, combat boots, army green cap.
Personality: All of the above. ;)
(January 7, 2015 - 11:46 am)
What do you mean by "all of the above," Winter?
(January 8, 2015 - 4:25 pm)
Oh, you'll see! Her personality can, erp, differ.
Zain-
"One hundred, or no deal."
"Mol, you, selfish, no good, rotten, liar!"
"You forgot thief.\," I replayed, with a smirk.
"Please. Fine, one hundred. Deal."
"Sold! To the man who wants a job done!" I grabbed the money out of his hand, looking for counterfeit. None. "Nice doin' business with ya," I said, speeding away.
I hopped onto a truck; it had my dog in the back. I jumpstarted the car, and flew away.
Later at my shack...
"Welp, were home, Bud. Psh, that guy thought I actually murder people for a living! What a sucker! Ten down, ninety to go."
"Wooff, pant, pant," was Bud's reply.
"Good boy! Wanna get some grub? Me too, come on."
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Today, she was quite sassy, but tomorrow, she may be sad, or depressed. Mood swings, hot tempered, emotional, bossy, sassy, etc. Ya know what I mean?
(January 9, 2015 - 11:39 am)
I race down the street, not looking back. I had stole an old lady's purse, and she wasn't happy. I turn around.
The police are gaining on me. I duck into a store, and the police just keep going down the street. Babam!
I look around in the store. There is some pretty old school laptops and a bunch of old keyboards. I notice someone in the back of the store, who was staring at a phone.
(January 10, 2015 - 12:46 pm)
I walk into the store. The thief is smirking, obviously pleased with herself. I flip her on her back and she tries to drag me down, but I knock a big computer off the shelf and on top of her, pinning her down.
I take the purse and hand it to the old woman, who is waiting outside.
"Listen, thief. I'm Arista Nall. Tell me your name and I may turn a blind eye, sneak."
(January 10, 2015 - 4:42 pm)
(Brooke, if you put me in jail or something, I will have to remind you of the first rule.)
I roll my eyes.
"Ya huh?" I look back at the other girl, who was watching us with vague interest. "Don't act all goodie goodie on me."
I make a run for it, pushing the other girl so I could get to the back door. I managed to snatch that phone out of the girl's hand.
(January 10, 2015 - 5:29 pm)
~ Luci ~
The girl with the dirty blond hair grabs the phone. I run after her and manage to yank it out of her hand. I type, "Zombies loose in the city " as fast as I can before the dirty-blond-haired girl gets it. She starts to say something, then sees Dr. Pythacon's text.
" Z-zombies ?" she gasps.
(January 10, 2015 - 6:17 pm)
~ Luci ~
I manage to grab the phone back, quickly texting zombies loose in city before the girl with the dirty blond hair does. She starts to say something when she sees the texts and her eyes widen. "Z-zombies ?"
(January 10, 2015 - 6:23 pm)
I sighed and shot a net dart at her legs. They wrapped around her and knocked her down.
"I'm not taking you to jail. I don't even want your name, it's fine."
The girl looked at me suspiciously. I grabbed the phone and released the net.
"Just don't steal. I'll ignore it this time. I understand why you did it."
Suddenly a groaning figure came lurching around the corner.
(January 10, 2015 - 7:55 pm)
Tamar~
Tamar's eyes widened. She walked over to her desk, pulled out her chair, and sat down.
>Luci? Is that you?
A pause. Had Luci left? Tamar stared at the phone in her hands.
<Yes, it's Luci.
>Are there really zombies?
<Yes.
>Explain.
<Do you know Dr. Pythacom?
>He works in the lab I work in. He works on cloning. I'm a scientist intern at Global Sciences Labs.
<Listen. Dr. Pythacom created zombies.
>How?
<I don't know. Maybe cloning. This phone must have once belonged to him.
>That explains why he gave me this wrong number. He's new to the area, so he probably changed his number recently.
There's a message on the phone that says he created zombies and was escaping town.
He moved here from Ithaca.
<Where are you?
Tamar's fingers hovered over the screen. Could she trust this girl? Yes, she decided. It was worth it.
>I'm in Alto.
<I'm in Torren. About halfway between Alto and Ithaca.
>The zombies are going to come to you before me.
<Yeah. So... now you know. What are you going to do about it?
>I'm not sure.
<You're a scientist. You're smart. I'm a street girl. I'm practical.
>And?
<I need smart. You need practical.
>And?
<Join me?
(January 10, 2015 - 8:12 pm)
My mind is confused. Suddenly, I hear a groan. The girl drops her phone and screams.
A zombie steps toward us.
"WOO HOOO!!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL FUNN!!!" I scream out. The other girls back away, probably very freaked out by me and the zombie.
(January 10, 2015 - 11:31 pm)
Oh no. Not zombies. I hate them. They're my wor-
Wait. Stay calm Arista.
Arista pulled out her pistol. "Go. Fast!" she said to the girl, shoving the phone towards her.
The thief pulled out a dagger and grinned. "Let's do this."
I shot the zombie in the leg. It fel, roaring, and the thief dispatched it.
"Not bad... for a little girl," the thief smirked.
I growled and flipped her again. She gasped as she hit the ground.
"I am Arista Nall, trained by Colonel Benardson, daughter of a navy seal. DO NOT call me a little girl. I shoved her away and scowled, walking off, pistol still clutched in my hand.
(January 11, 2015 - 9:22 am)
Addie ~
Dust and mold clotted the light from streetlamps that were barely functioning as it was. Dilapidating apartment buildings and stores lined either side of the street with the occasional noises of movement from the alleys in between. Whether it was from just a stray cat or something more, I never bothered to stay to find out.
The night air held something more than just a chill to it. Something felt... off. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but it was there. Things seemed quieter, more solemn. Even in the slums, there was always signs of life, people around, general city noises. But tonight, there was nothing.
I was about to pass by, when the glint of faded blue light caught my attention. It came from a business I'd previously thought was shut down, though now the door was slightly ajar, and the light glowed faintly from somewhere in the back. I hesitated, not sure how to react. Something about the situation though made my skin crawl.
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Sorry y'all, I know it's not much. I don't have long to write.
(January 11, 2015 - 12:17 am)
Sorry, I text. Zombie attacking us. The others dispatched it, though.
<The others ?
<Some other girls are with me. Pretty skilled.
(January 11, 2015 - 4:20 pm)