Cartwright

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Minutes crept by while the anthro who had just came from the surface wandered through the stalls. He saw many things, a diversity of races from all skin tones and distinctive physical features, but something caught his attention after his quiet stroll. Seeing the typical crowd was one thing, but seeing a group of anthros mixed with humans was something not usually seen in the metro center. That immediately got the man's focus, and he watched the group for a minute before turning away to find something else to occupy himself in, then a head poke out from the stall the stranger was standing next to, revealing an old bald man who nudged the younger hybrid.

"Heya! Ya wanna buy something?" The stall owner asked, revealing his array of wares to the anthro. While some were of actual use; ropes, gas mask filters, even some ammunition, they were nothing the heavy jacket wearing man could afford.

"S-sorry bud. I don't really have the cash to get someth-"

"Well you better think over what you're carrying, kid. They say those skinheads are the ones threatening the station. Who knows what'll happen when they break in and bullets start flying, eh? If they get ther' hands on you you know you is good as dead." The stall owner pointed out, but he began squinting his eyes around the dog tags the anthro wore then laughed as he gave the young male a heavy pat. "But seems like you already get the fair share of hell, yeh?"

Immediately, the anthro started gripping the dog tags hanging around his neck and shaking his head to the man once the old baldie started spotting out the ranger emblem on them. "No need to started talking that way old guy. Some people expect a lot out of me and probably would scold me for taking a break in these stalls... Look I'll tell you what: Keep it on the down low and I will come by your stand when I get the money. Good deal?"

"Eeh I doubt it.. But no need to cause a ruckus infront of my stand young fox. This old man has experienced enough ruckus for one day with these soldiers running around. Hope those kill squads dont sneak in!"

That was already the lingering question, though.. Could someone in the crowd be a hate filled killer looking for something to cause chaos? If so that made a huge number of people in the metro center would already be in the lines of 'impure' according to the kill squads on the red line. Anyone could be a target.

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Always.

And I'll see about posting my char up in Metro Center.. Then later on we can continue with the conflicts that are surfacing in both stations ((AFTER people have posted))

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((Here you go bro. Sorry it took soo long to process the request XD))

Union Station

"What? What's the matter?!" A man shouted down the stalls to another person who was running with a shotgun in his hands. The one who was called out came to a halt and went over to the man where they spoke in a quiet tone. Upon hearing what the runner had to say, it was rather evident a sense of panic kicked on and he began unslinging a rifle that had rested on his back. "Fuck! Really?! Go then go!" He shouted, pushing the shotgun armed person and running after him.

It wasn't long until everyone who was associated with or labeled the authority of Union Station was making their way through the crowds towards the gate that held the surface. Someone with a good ear could hear scratching and banging while the number of guards started building up, each man finding a spot to get a good aim at the door. There was a crowd forming around that time, and a couple of the men turned around to disperse the people, but something else was happening, the sounds of heavy and fast footsteps against thin metal echoing from the air vents that gave the station well-needed oxygen. It seems something, is out of the ordinary.

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Wayne said
Things got hectic for me. Can I have a summary of what's been going on since my last IC post?

Sure! I'll see what I can do and PM you results

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Working on the union station post now.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Kensington cleared his throat and nodded to himself upon hearing the order to move out. Like that the communications started coming alive with someone else, another team mate just minutes after Silver had come onto the radio. The pilot collected himself, though and started lifting off from the hangar, his eyes squinting only slightly as he peered out into the horizon.

The altitude climbed: 50, 100, 200, and 300 before the airman could get a good look of what's ahead. "This is your airman ensuring altitude... 300-400 meters. Trying to get eyes ahead at this time... Standing by for orders." Remember you're support role, Ken.. No need to do anything crazy. Was the first thing he thought after he gave his report.. This wasn't a training mission, after all.

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((Ze opening post for me character is here! I will put in a union center post tomorrow. Sorry!))

Metro Center Surface Gate

The sounds of the metal door being banged on could be heard on the other side, and the guards got up to do their usual opening and shut routine. There were about 5 guards on this gate, situated around a small barricade with a fire place in the middle, and upon hearing the sound of the door being banged on the group got, three posting up with what guns they had, one grabbing some sort of makeshift flame thrower, and the last one going over to unlatch and open the door. It took time to open the door, a good minute or so, but when it was started to crack open the men readied their guns, ready to see who was on the other side, or what if the unfortunate survivor was taken by the beasts of the apocalypse.

Fortunately, the door opened to reveal the one who knocked it, a individual in heavy clothes and armor with a gas mask still on from some trip through a hot zone. He was almost perceived to behuman, but the structure of his body and the fact there was a bushy tail coming from his back side said otherwise. Regardless, he gave the group a wave, then grabbed a dufflebag that sat next to him by the handle, tossing the bag and following it in so the door could be closed shut. Once everything was back to normal, one of the guards went to get the bag while the other approached the stranger. "Welcome back. Glad to see a demon didn't kill you yet." The man said, his arms crossed and his weapon hanging off a gun sling attached to it. The stranger only chuckled before reaching up to take off his mask, revealing his canine-like face.

"Well, the monsters are there are more active since there are now more people dwelling on the surface. Found this lying around not too far from here.. Seems like there was a group that got jumped by some watchmen before I went out there. Damn things need to just die off." The fox.. or wolf looking man said, sighing before he attached the mask to his belt and began walking into the bustling streets of the market, pointing to the bag as he left. "You needed medicine and some clothes? Pretty much the most important things I found in there.. Aside from a lot of other things."

"You mean there's more things out there?" The guard asked, already following the other man. That caused the anthro to stop and look over at the two, a sense of worry being visible in his eyes.

"Yes.. But something strange is there too.. Something that makes your spine ache with intensity and nervousness. I advise you send nobody there." With that the stranger was off into the market, his rifle hugging his back by it's strap and his handgun resting in a chest holster. He knew he had no money, but at times it was enjoyable to see what was going on in the stations after dealing with the nightmares outside the gates.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

I got a anthro-optional apocalypse rolling >.>

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I'll post shortly~

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Well.. With that being settled.. Should I start up my char after posting something in metro? Almost forgot about him XD