Mr_pink

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Got a post up! Hope Ryu isn't too overwhelmed by Joseph's confidence haha

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Joseph leaned ever closer to the TV in his effort to fix the damned thing. The thing was pretty damn amazing, although there were very few channels that weren't being used to broadcast reports from The Speedwagon Foundation. After all, they made the damned thing, colour and all, but Joseph couldn't help, but yearn for something more interesting than archaeological digs. He let out a cry of despair before crying out to his newly-wed wife.
"God damn it, woman why can't you just use the radio?! At least I don't need to smack that every 5 minutes for it to work!" He shouted, before returning to leaning in closer to the TV and fiddling with the wires around the back of it. His cry was replied to with the familiar accent of his Italian wife, Suzie Q.
"Now now, Jojo at least we have a television, why those lovely people across the street had their house destroyed by a bomb just last week, I bet they'd enjoy anything on TV after that" She picked up the tray and began walking to the living room. "Actually, I think we should invite them over for dinner sometime soon, after all, we've all had to stick together ever since the war star-" She was cut off by the realization that her husband wasn't even in the living room. "Jojo?" She asked, to receive no answer.

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Joseph Joestar - Arcadia 2

Bloody Stream

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Joseph found himself flabbergasted. A minute ago he was in the comfort of his home, settling into a life of property management and monotony. Hell, he was even expecting a daughter within the year, he and his wife had even picked out the name, Holly. For Pete's sake if there was one thing he didn't want it was another adventure. Actually, that was a lie. A lie he told himself every day while thinking about his adventures against the pillar men. A joyful grin grew on his face as he rose to his feet and inspected his surroundings. He was in an abandoned warehouse, filled with products never to be sold. He turned to the large, open door and fastened his headband before sprinting out in search of adventure.

Joseph had been walking for what seemed to be hours, with no sign of excitement or adventure to be seen anywhere. That is until he saw an equally bandanna'd man exiting a hotel in full kung fu gear. Now that wasn't something you saw every day, especially not on the property market. The smile returned to his face as he sprinted over to the man and slid to a halt in front of him.
"Stop right there, karate man!" He commanded straightening up and readying his clackers in case of a fight."The names Joseph Joestar, friends call me Jojo, now you'd better tell me how I got here and how I get home before I give ya' a taste of my hamon" He exclaimed gleefully, before realizing that he had no actual reason to threaten the man. "Or not, you know" He spoke, crossing his arms. "I mean you've got a bandanna, I've got a bandanna, hell we're practically brothers are we not? What d'ya say we team up and both work towards getting me back to, Suzie Q?" His over enthusiasm had reached new heights, keeping it all in during the mundane period of living an average life was more than difficult, now he had a chance to let it all out.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Sorry, I was finding it a bit hard to keep track of Ryu's group, where are they right now?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

I think I'll come to the diner haha, would a television be an alright portal?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

So as I understand it, most of the heroes are in a diner where just outside Gojira and some sort of bug kaiju are fighting?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

I'll have a read of the past 3 pages or so and attempt to get a post up tonight. So is it a sort of portal type deal with characters coming in or something else?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

<Snipped quote by Boomtown>

Nvm then lol. He happens to be a big fan himself. (I sees you Mr_Pink lol)

But yeah can't wait lol

@Lmpkio

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

I've been watching this RP for a small while now and I've been wondering if I could rejoin as Joseph Joestar?

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

Interested

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Michael, Elijah and Lee

The slight stench of decayed, rotting bodies was the same, no matter where you went. New York, Florida, Louisiana...it was all the same. Congealed blood, the tangy coppery scent mixing with the smell of horse shit and vomit. He had become used to it...he would never come to recognize it as a familiar and nostalgic smell, but at least he stopped gagging whenever they came upon hordes of dead, ripped apart bodies. It was common now - a sight and scent that you would just glance over, shake your head in either disgust or pity, and continue on your less-than-merry way. Being in a truck with two other men made it slightly less horrifying, at least. The large, bloodstained silver Dodge Ram crunched over the body parts and liquid-soaked gravel of the crumbling and silent road, moving at a slow, cautious speed, the truck's engine having been muffled with a smaller, rustier pipe that had been fitted on the truck as soon as the realization that sound caused death was realized.

A man was in the driver's seat of the truck, sharp, focused, and weary blue eyes constantly surveying the road in front of them as he whipped the truck around a corner and pressed the stick shift down, lowering the truck into a slower, quieter gear. The man was about as clean as you could get in such a fucked up world - not absolute grimy, but his pants were rough, and his dark green jacket had obviously seen better days, stained dark brown from mud in some places. His hands, calloused and scarred from the constant stress of pulling back a sturdy recurve bow, was gripping the truck's stirring wheel tightly, even as he made to push up the stick shift once more. Michael knew exactly where he was going, despite the numerous twitches and turns. His two companions, Elijah and Lee, were planning on snooping around the residential areas of this city, to see what they could find, while Michael himself planned on heading over to the supermarket and seeing what he could scrounge up there. While the small group hadn't garnered any injuries that could spell life-threatening, antiseptics and medicine, even adrenaline, was something that was needed in this hell-torn world. Lee was a surgeon - that increased their survival chances by a shit ton.

"Are ya'll sure that you want to be dropped off by yourself?" Michael spoke up, not taking his eyes off of the road as he carefully drove over the skull of a crippled zombie.
"We can handle ourselves, Mike" spoke, Elijah, inspecting his rifle as he did every day. "Me n' Lee known each other since New Orleans, we're a good team, so long as his hip don't break" He grinned, pleased with his jab at Lee's age.
"Eli, I'm only about ten years older than you." Retorted Lee as he stepped off the truck, swinging his backpack round. "At least I didn't get my knee shattered by some bitch ass white boy" He continued, only to receive the noise of Elijah letting out a low laugh before following him off of the truck. He grabbed a walkie talkie that had been sliding around in the back of the truck he spoke to Michael through it.
"You should go scout out the town, radio us if you get into trouble or vice versa" He said, gripping his rifle in a combat ready position. He made a motion with his hand to signal letting Lee move into the pharmacy first. "Ladies first." He grinned.
"That's just weak, Eli. Weak." he muttered, shaking his head as he casually walked his way into the pharmacy, with a small pen torch in hand. "I thought you were raised better than that." He turned on the torch with a subtle click and scanned his surroundings to find nothing but empty shelves. He tightened his grip on the metallic hatchet that he was fond of using. As he did so, Elijah was also searching through the shelves until he finally caught eyes on something he had never expected to see in a long time. A small pink packet of hubba bubba lying behind the remains of various discarded medical supplies.
"Oh shit son." He said before picking it up and inspecting it. "I've not had gum in ages, bro" His moment of joy was interrupting by the noise of commotion coming from a sideroom in the store. He looked to Lee with a face of concern, pushing the butt of his rifle against his shoulder as he signalled to him to move to the backroom. He stayed quiet, taking slow, deliberate steps as he moved closer to the room. Finally, he turned to Lee and nodded before he booted the door open and pointed his rifle at the shirtless man standing over the wounded, but equally shirtless woman. A confused look spread across his face before two words escaped his lips.
"The fuck?!"
Seeing the heavily injured woman laying there bleeding, Lee charged quickly over to her as Elijah held her assailant at gunpoint.
"Lee, the fuck are you doing" Shouted Elijah, still aiming his gun at, Chase. "We don't know these people, why are you helping them?!"
"Hush now, boy. I ain't having someone bleed out at my feet after they've just been stabbed." Lee extended out his hand out towards Elijah without looking at him and asked urgently. "Elijah, pass me your trenchcoat, quickly now... If she's still concious she'll need it." His words fell on deaf ears though as Elijah just gave him a confused look and asked.
"Are you serious?! Are you actually being serious right now, Lee we have no reason to trust these people, for all we know this could be a trap!" He spat, getting closer and closer to shooting Chase square in the chest. Lee glared at him intensely. "I'm completely serious; if that girl dies because of your stubbornness then that'll be on your head. Can you handle that? Look me in the eyes and tell me that." he sighed before continuing. "Listen, if that bastard makes a move, then you go ahead and shoot him, I'll concern myself with her. Now come on. Trenchcoat." he asked again. Elijah shot a look of anger back at, Lee but acknowledged the situation and removed his trenchcoat, always keeping his rifle trained on, Chase as he did. He tossed the trenchcoat over, but kept quiet.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Elijah

Name: Elijah Sweetnam
Age: 28
Occupation: Former boxer/Office worker
Nationality: American
Appearance: Elijah is an african American male who stands at about 6 foot 1 and has a muscular physique His hair is a dark black and is kept in a short crew cut style, with sidebruns travelling down onto his clean shaven face. He is never seen without his grandfathers old slouch hat and can regularly be seen wearing his cream trenchcoat, which has remained with him since the start of the infection. He also wears a leg brace, but it is due to come off soon.
Place of Residence: Originally from New Orleans
Strengths:

• Proficient with rifles
• Skilled in boxing
• Knows how to cook a few things
• In good shape for running and whatnot

Weaknesses:

• Very few leadership skills
• Does not trust many people
• Weak left leg, still walking with a leg brace

Belongings:

• Mares leg repeating rifle
• Hatchet
• Satchel
• Various food items
• Canteen of water
• Wrist watch
• Straight razor
• Shaving cream

Personality: Much like everyone else within this torn world, Elijah has changed, albeit less...dastardly than others. A cautious and generally humble man, Elijah was birthed to work hard and respect his elders, but being within a kill or be killed world has made him a bit more calloused than he used to be. Kindness is still within his heart, as he is still only a human being, but survival has made him wary - shrewd and wise beyond his years. He has no problem defending or attacking anyone that threatens the wellbeing of him or anyone he feels that he needs to protect, and will attempt to protect innocents, if it's within the realm of possibility to do so. A man with a good, if not tough heart, in other words.
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