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Strange World

Camilla peered around, she wasn't alone in the street but the people here looked a lot scarier than those in the more festive part. Someone sat behind a empty vendor while another two guys roughed up a third who seemed to be mumbling his peace before the others killed him. 'He must've broken a law' Camilla reasoned. It seemed like even if everything was free there was still other things to be careful about. Turning quietly back the way she came, she hoped that they would not bother her.

But the man getting beat up turned and caught her eye. “Cam??” He shouted, dumbfounded. She froze just long enough to catch his confused look before one a balled fist connected with his jaw. She didn't know anyone except for Abby who called her Cam, definitely no strange men who would break laws. So she ran, before anymore trouble could come upon her.

“Wait! It's me!” He yelled after her She turned the corner before he could say any more, and his pleads were drowned out by the music and street sounds. This street resembled the one closer the the front of town, festive in all ways. Everything seemed to tower above her and be too bright, to her it was terrifying and amazing at the same time. It all caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but stare at every new thing as she walked.

Caught off guard she walked right into a pack of kids headed the other way. They barged right through her as though she weren’t there, pushing her down before plowing on without a care in the world.

Strange World

@Balthazar007
Sorry I didn't get a post! I've only got like 3 measly paragraphs typed from mobile x . x

Strange World

@Balthazar007
I'm aiming to get a post up this weekend, hopefully with my war guy :3€

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The blaring sound of foreign music echoed along the cave walls. From way up high on the cave wall the noise hadn't seemed so loud, but now that Camilla was closer it seemed obvious that the bright city was having some sort of festival. People filled the streets, cheering and dancing. Some crowded around groups, watching a performance. What the little girl noticed most of all though was the heat. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

"hmm" She looked around. Everyone seemed to be taking their time getting down the hill, and the festival looked like a lot of fun. Ricardo was busy trying to get everyone else down the hill, maybe she'd just go check out the festival. While everyone else was preoccupied Camilla wandered off toward the city.

The closer she got the less it looked like fun and the more it seemed frightening. Up close it was obvious that everyone here was dressed in a certain fashion,and Camilla stuck right out; not because of the rips and burns on her dress but because she bothered to wear it at all. To her it seemed that nobody here had any concept of modesty. Nothing the vendors offered her as clothing seemed appealing. Before she found anything that would work as clothing though she realized that she was entirely lost, far from where the streets were crowded, and in a place that seemed rather hostile.

Hogwarts; A new story

@The Elvenqueen

Yah, this is dead
I might re-re boot it when school starts back up in a few weeks, or not we'll see!

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Camilla peered over the edge as Ricardo and Grey appeared from the end of the tunnel. She stared at them both as they walked over but neither of them seemed to be playing along in her game of tag. Maybe they didn't have tag in the future and they didn't understand it, she thought hopefully. It was a nicer idea than them thinking she was being rude or ignorant. Sure get through trials had been a pretty serious thing but everyone needed to have some fun every once in a while.

"Hey!" She exclaimed as Ricardo started climbing, wanting to warn him about the possible dangers of splitting up. But the rocks gave way beneath him before she could finish and sent him rolling to the bottom, shards of rocks tumbling after him. "um," well he shouted back so he was okay. "We'll be right down Ricardo, don't go anywhere!"

Of course saying they'd be down soon, and actually getting down were two completely different things. "Very carefully..." she whispered, mirroring what the other two had said as she started creeping down the hill. One foot after the other she made her way down the slope. Camilla lost her balance a few times, rocks scattering as she fell forward into the rocks. But each time she would slide only a few feet, and by the time she got back to her feet the scrapes and cuts would be gone.

After a few minutes she had made it down to the bottom of the slope in relative safety. A great smile across her face as she looked on towards the city. It looked like a nice place to rest after the torments they'd gone through to get there, even if it didn't turn out to be perfect, it couldn't be much worse than going through hot coals and barbed wire.

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Secondary Character

Name: Bryce Antony Lichston
Age: 34
From Year: 1944
Home Land: Bayern Germany/ New York Usa

Appearance:
a war torn young man
He also happens to be ripped, he's just been in The underground city so long, and constant fighting does that to you.

Personality: A gruff man, tormented by years of war. He's killed many lives, and though it was indirectly, you can still see in his eyes that he is haunted. Beneath the cold exterior though is a man who is so careing and gentle. He just wants to see his family again, he just wants to know he is doing the right thing.

He has a strong sense of moral correctness, and does all he can to abide by it. He would never purposely hurt or upset anyone. The being said he's been in Fight city for a very long time, he knows he can't kill anyone, and so like everyone else has become numb to the idea that fighting is in anyway wrong or bad.

Biography: Bryce, 25, it's world war two and he has a duty to help liberate his people. The USA gave him safe haven when the anti sematic laws first started rolling out. He and his wife had escaped Germany but still the people he left behind haunted him. He couldn't just sit around.

His beautiful wife and daughter, Amy and Cameron, he'd promised to come back just as soon as Hitler was dead in the ground. How wrong he was.

The air raids lasted for so long. Days and days and still nothing. The Nazis weren't going to win but this wasn't a matter of winning any more. This was a matter of time, and how many more innocent lives would be taken.

1944, Bryce had only seen his family in pictures for 9 years. Little Cam was almost 13 now, she was going to go to highschool, hell she even had a job. She was practically all grown up, and he'd missed it all. Insult to injury Hitler, that bastard, was still walking around somewhere on earth.

It seemed like things couldn't get any worse when his day came. It was his baby girls special day, her bat mitzvah, and he was out in German air hoping not to get blow to hell. Hopes can only take you so far and his engine blew out. The wheel pulled, the plane dropped, and when he woke nothing was quite the same....

This world would not do. Everything was so peaceful, so quiet. Was it Olam ha-ba? Was this the end of his mortal walkings? He had so many questions about the new city and his place in it. Soon he came across Adam, who was only helpful in telling him that he was not dead and that this was not the after life, nor had he been reborn. He knew he needed to return to his planet and the war, and so he searched for a way out.

As everyone else he came across Evette and he trails. The first turned him into the man he was trying to stop, aiding in the end of his family and people, there was so much blood, so much agony. For what seemed like years he withered internally, always crying inside at what he was forced to do. There was not a moment of rest until everyone he loved, and everything he stood for was wiped from existence. He only felt peace as he prepared his final sin. Gun in hand he he took one final look at his wife and daughter, only safe in a photo. He shut his eyes took a breath and pulled the trigger.

But he did not die. The world receded and he was alone in front of a door. Everything had been a dream.

With tears of joy he continued onward, passing into the hall of windows. He tried to focus through the maze but his family was through every hole in the wall. His parents, every moment of their life before and after the war started. Every moment of his life with Amy, every second of their love. And then the life he missed with Cameron, his baby growing up without him. Oh how he missed them. But his calls couldn't reach them through the glass, and watching them grow without him made him feel the loneliest. He shut his eyes and hand against the wall he made his way out. One day, he vowed, he would see them again.

As he descended into the glowing city he found it quite appalling. A city built on meaningless violence was against everything he stood for. But when in this underground the fight will come regardless, he was forced to fight back. For as long as hes known of the place, he's fought, honing his skills and looking for a way out.

Powers:

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Camilla looked at Grey strangely when he said Andy's name. "Andy?" she whispered to herself. She thought maybe Grey had said it wrong but then the topic changed once more. The idea that Andy might be deaf wasn't to surprising. He'd written things before, thought at the time she'd just thought he was shy. "oh! ohhhh! Andeeee!" The little girl smiled over to the tall boy, "haha my apologies Andy."

Ricardo introduced himself next, right before heading toward the door. He seemed in a bit of a rush to Camilla but she couldn't blame him. Everyone, she thought, wanted to get home. "Oh, Abby you made it that's all that matters, that's what friends are for, besides it can't get much worse!"

She was off before she finished her sentence, skipping up to Ricardo and the vast unknown. She stopped in front of him for a moment, eyes staring up. He didn't seem so much in a rush to be home as he did just plain sad. "hey, uhm, Ricardo." She said, concerned. Her facade broke almost immediately into more giggles. "tag!" She cheered, tapping his elbow, before darting off into the darkness, the sound of running and laughter echoed behind her. The tunnel ran on for what seemed like ages, twisting and turning but never coming to an end or splitting apart. Finally the tunnel opened up.

The city below was bright, like the stars had fallen from the sky above and settled there, underground. The colors shifted from one neon light to the next, Camilla could do nothing but stare. She'd never known there could be colors so full and vibrant. Everything looked unreal, but there it was, just down a staggering slope. From far away everything looked so cheerful, and alive.

Endtimes: Chronicles of the Survivors

GNYC- The medical Building, 7:30 AM, March 1st, 2020

A call came in, static and broken. A bomb by the gate had gone off, the victims would be coming in soon. They needed all doctors and nurses ready to go, there was no time to spare. Not that was any before.

Brynn snapped off the end of the thread, sealing the long gash she'd been working on. When the idea of turning part of the land into a farm was proposed it seemed like nothing could go wrong. Then again things can be more like that one movie quote, 'give a kid a toy gun and they'll shoot their own eye out'. It was something like that, she didn't remember though, it'd been more than a decade since she'd even had time to think about movies. It wasn't really the teens fault she got hit with one of the plows anyway, things just happen sometimes. Brynn just had to find a way to cope with that sort of mystery. "Alright kiddo off you go. Keep that clean."

and just like that she was onto the next injury.

7:45 AM, March 1st, 2020

Brynn wiped the sweat from her brow, it was a cool 68 degrees Fahrenheit but the stress of a long week to come was heavy. The car bomb had injured so many, and for all the people in the GNYC there were just not enough doctors to cover everything. She would be pulling bits of metal from flesh for the next few days, just like all the other doctors. It wouldn't be pretty either; the morphine was already low and the shipment was far later than usual. Booze, that was what they had to ease the pain, it was like the 1860s all over again.

A scream hit Brynn like the car, ironically the thing that hit her patients. It took a moment for her to realize it was the man she was operating on. Fresh blood dripped from his side where she'd just pulled out a shard of metal. Tender fat and muscle oozed like glue. It was the part of the job that Brynn found utterly disgusting; Peoples' insides never did stay in place. With a frown she poked around the wound, looking for anything that could be left behind. A garbled sound came from the man before he slid into unconsciousness. Better that than waste good alcohol. Yes, it was going to be a long day indeed.

Endtimes: Chronicles of the Survivors

@Marshall
Yeah, that's what i was going to do :>
My post will be up soon