BubblegumQueen

Sewer Rats

Sewer Rats

12th of April, 2073
1:17 pm
Underground/Sewer System
4 days of food remaining.
4 days of water remaining.

It was cold and damp. That was the first thing you’d notice: the cold. The smell? Not as bad as you might’ve assumed but, uh, still pretty bad. It had to have been… some kind of underground construction happening due to the large open space. Decently high ceilings (Or as high as they could be) that did little to fight against the chill. Archways leading to different sectors included, it gave off a cramped feeling and a feeling of emptiness at the same time.

It appeared that another group had previously taken refuge here considering the rather… lived in appearance it held. From the posters on some of the walls to the ratty old couch that was covered in a bunch of, arguably damped, pillows. Old boxes and crates were used as tables. (Probably junk that was thrown down here at another point. In the apocalypse, there’s no time to be picky.

There were a few hanging lights but they seemed blown out. Some replacement bulbs would be needed to even consider some kind of electrical lighting. A damp beanbag chair off to the side with an odd-looking chair far off. (Another against a wall.) This was what you saw when you first walked in.

To the right, there was an open area to what looked to be some kind of rest area. There were hammocks and a few cots. They were short 2 beds. There was a small chest at the end of each ‘bed’, clearly the previous group had some kind of storage system for each individual.

Straight ahead, there was another open area. It must’ve been some kind of storage area considering all the crates (Who knew what was in there?) that were in there. But, it had appeared to be re-purposed into some kind of eating area. Some of the larger crates had been pushed together to create some kind of mockery of a dining table. Add a few pillows surrounding it and you got some place to sit-sorry, kneel, and eat. There was also charred remains a little further in leading to the idea that a fire had been made there. A few pots and pans that looked unstable laid strewn around. There was broken glass scattered around the area from what could’ve been broken plates. There were a few chipped and cracked ones remaining however. Add in a, what appeared to be at least, metal bench over to the side. There was also a crate that seemed half empty but with a few leftover rations and water that could last a few days.

Then, to the left when you first come in, there was not another area. Instead, it was just a curtain that’d been attached to what looked like a hand-welded pole to the wall that separate the area. You could only guess that it was to wall off an area for changing and… maybe showering? (Taking a huge leap in assuming there was some kind of showering system, at least.) You had no idea.

The entrance was just a steel door in the middle of a larger circular door. It must’ve been electrically operated for it to open and close at another point in time. But with no electricity? Pretty much just a 10 ft. tall circle.

And that was pretty much it.

Lavender was… skeptic, to say the least. Green eyes studied the environment with a kind of worry that came from any new area.

Are there any alternative exits and entrances that just aren’t seeable?

Are there any breaches?

The smaller door, how weak and frayed is it? Could it be broken down easily?

Food… what about food? More importantly, what about water? They could go a little while without food but water? That’s a whole other story in and of itself.

Stepping a little further into the space, Lavender’s boots made a bit of noise considering the overall dampness of the area. She’d wandered over to the couch, eyeing the table to see what looked like… schedules? Schedules for… Rick, Annie, Mike… they must’ve had assigned roles and jobs amongst themselves… not a bad idea.

Her fists unconsciously tightened from their place in her pockets. The weight of her rifle felt comforting on her back, a reminder of the fact that she wasn’t completely defenseless. She adjusted the weight of the first aid kit attached from her pants; it was a familiar weight she appreciated.

Taking a few steps to the right, she peered into the sleeping area. Regardless… what’s first? She thought, the tall girl’s eyes flickering to the rest of her… whatever it was that they were. She still hadn’t decided yet.

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@Lady SeluneI... believe so. Unfortunately @oliver wasn't able to make it for the beginning but he could be introduced later. REGARDLESS, yes. We're ready to start. I'll start the opening post and then, after that, the floodgates will be opened. I'll start working on it now. Should be up soon.

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You're Accepted!

@mercenarius,

Niiiicccce character. I think she'll fit in well. And regarding the locations? That'd be freakin' awesome, thank you! Go ahead and move her over.

Dawn of Heroes, Dark days. (Gritty modern slice of life super powers.)

I have literally zero idea what to do or where to start... hmm, pondering ensues.

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@Lady SeluneDon't worry, we got you! And Lavender is probably gonna end up being overprotective of your character due to her being sick all the time.

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@SohtemAlso, I would love to set up a pre-existing relationship! With them both being experienced in medicine, it seems fitting.

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Welp, I guess we'll see who wins in this, shall we?

NOW, the only person we're waiting for isssss... *checks list* ... @oliver Yup! After his character is up, I'll go ahead and set up the first post and we can get this started!

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@Infamous EmpathYup. And the air itself is laced in very light traces of radiation. It's okay and manageable doses, BUT if you breathe in too much... you get sick, and there's a very good chance you'll die. (Unless you get potassium iodide in your system within a few hours of infection. But, you would have to find a pharmacy that sells it as they're pretty rare to find.)

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@Infamous EmpathYeah, without proper equipment you won't survive more than 6 hours outside.

You're Accepted!

@Airalin,

Don't worry, you're fine! And you have quite the interesting character there. Go ahead and move them over.

Aaaannd, we're waiting on 2 more people before we can get started!

A Royal Wedding

“Are you positive there aren’t any other options? That… that I can’t just take off these heels and take off this dress? We could just pretend this never was a thing. But, that’s besides the point because I know you're not gonna budge. You know there are gonna be girls in there practically humping his leg in order to get his attention. What chance do I have in this, mom?”

Her mom appeared to be entirely ignoring her ramblings, instead choosing to continue her masterful work on Lilith’s hair. “Mi estimado, se ven bonitos.” (My dear, you look beautiful.) Her mother mumbled in their native Spanish, fingers dancing over her shoulders as she straightened the fabric. “ No importa lo que pase, serás la mujer más hermosa allí. Cualquier hombre, incluso el príncipe, sería afortunado de tenerte.” (No matter what happens, you will be the most beautiful woman there. Any man, even the prince, would be lucky to have you.)

Lilith’s lips upturned into a smile and a light sheen covered her eyes. Lilith’s first language was Spanish as well but, she had to learn English at a young age to keep up with appearances and to keep up with those surrounding her. Regardless, she still carried a noticeable Spanish lilt in her voice even though she spoke perfectly clear English.

“Gracias, mamá.” She said sincerely before clearing her throat. Wiping delicately at her eyes as to not ruin her makeup.

“Regardless… mom, I need to do this. And win. The house… you know that Figgins has been struggling. To not win this could… could mean the end. And I do not want that on my conscious for the rest of my life.”

“Calm down, baby sis. You’ll do fine. All else fails, maybe you’ll find a husband or something. I hear the kennel has a few eligible bachelors.” The low drawl of her older brother caused Lilith to immediately stand much to her mother’s disapproval. Her brother, Luke, was pretty much an exact copy of her. After all, he was only older then her by 5 minutes. But, he just loooovvveeed to rub it in.

“5 minutes, Luke. You’re older than me by 5 minutes. I should’ve just tripped you on the way out, giving myself the head start. And besides, I’m not the one with the nickname ‘Hound Dog’. It’s a miracle you haven’t caught anything yet, let’s be honest here.” Lilith drawled in the same way as her brother, taking a few steps forward.

Eyes flashing, her brother took a few more steps forward. “Hmm, that’s a funny statement coming from you. After all, you know the other world for female dog, right? Between the two of us, I think it’s pretty obvious who’s the bit-.”

“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence!” The twin siblings were practically chest-to-chest, both of them staring each other down. “Because if you do, I swear I will take this beautiful heel and shove it so far up your a-!”

Slap!

“Ow!”“Ow!”

“Silencioso.” (Quiet.)

“Sí, mamá.”“Sí, mamá.”

Sated, the mother turned Lilith to face her as the twins rubbed their arms in pain. “Ahora, usted me escucha. No importa lo que pasa, ¿me oyes? Vas a caminar allí con la cabeza bien alta y vas a ser tú mismo. No intentes ser como las otras chicas. Estás perfecta. No dejes que un príncipe convertirte en alguien diferente.” (Now, you listen to me. It doesn't matter what happens, you hear me? You're going to walk in there with your head held high and you're gonna be yourself. Don't try to be like the other girls. You are perfect. Don't let a prince turn you into someone different.)

Lilith nodded in agreement, a smile growing on her face as her mom adjusted her hair once more before giving a nod of approval and giving her her mask.

I can do this!

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I can’t do this.

Perfection. All she sees is perfection. Women were… everywhere. In their fancy designer dresses (Could they, like, smell cheap/non-designer fabric/clothing? Honestly, the amount of stares she’s gotten is making her antsy.) Women with perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect posture, perfect mannerisms (How is that girl’s face not breaking from how hard she’s smiling?), and even perfect laughs. How. Is. This. Possible?

Lilith had walked further into the party, sticking closer to the walls as she grabbed a flute of champagne from a passerby. She was hoping a little bit of liquid courage would make her feel better and hopefully calm her nerves. But then your highness himself showed up.

Why. Is. He. So. Handsome? Was there a hot-people only label that she somehow missed? She hasn’t seen one non-attractive person. It was becoming worrying at this point.

But, she did notice a few signs that the royal man himself wasn’t as confident as he put on. From the slightly anxious look in his eye to the tenseness of his body. How did she know this? Well, when you work in a bar you… notice things. Or you would need to learn things. Like, for example, when the overexcited college student was about to puke from downing too much alcohol for his first time. That’d usually be the point where she directs him to the bathroom. BUT, that’s another story. To shorten it; seeing a PRINCE be nervous during this made him seem more… human, as weird as that sounds. Maybe she could find common ground after all.

Nodding to herself, she fingered her glass as she people-watched. Now what?