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Atomic Rain (Fallout)

Basil sighed, hoping that Jace was correct in that assumption; although Jace had been rather harsh in how he'd handled the situation, he was nonetheless relieved that the gun was no longer in the possession of someone who was just as liable to shoot the foe as he was his allies. Turning to Jace, he said, "We should give him something more to defend himself with, though, at least until we have the chance to train him with a gun. That knife of his isn't in the best shape." He looked back to where Torin had disappeared to, now even more concerned than before. What if he happened upon some predator out there and had no method of protecting himself?

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"Just calm down, Jace. We don't deserve to be screamed at just because we're attempting to be rational. And I think it bears mentioning that, in this case, being rational involves looking out for your safety even before ours." Basil shook his head, biting back a huff. He then turned to R--er, Torin. "And if you don't know how to use a gun, then why did you accept it when Jace gave it to you? You could hurt yourself or one of us if you were to pull it out and attempt to use it in an actual fight." He supposed that it was up to him to get onto people, then.

Leith spared Basil a look, surprised with his gumption. Rubbing the back of his head, he said, "Well, it's settled, then. Kaye and I will check out the caves, decide whether or not it's safe enough for the night. You three wait here and stay out of trouble for a few minutes, even without me around to keep a close eye on you." Maybe Jace or Basil could even show Torin how to, like, not shoot himself in the foot with the gun or something during their little scouting trip. That'd be great.

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"Enough," Leith snapped, glancing between each of them. His gaze lingered on Jace for a moment longer than the others, taking in his ill complexion and the sheen of sweat that coated his face. Well, at least he wouldn't be drinking again anytime soon, that was for damn sure. With a sigh, he pointed out, "Jace, if something were to be in those caves, would you even be able to stand your own against it like you are? You look like shit, so I doubt you're feeling much better."

"A couple of us could go in first, scout the area. We wouldn't have to go too far in, either. The worst of the vermin nests tend to be deeper inside, away from the roads," Basil said. He avoided looking at Jace. "But you're right, Leith. Jace shouldn't be the one to go in, not like he is now. I could probably handle that much, though. It's not like we're heading into a Death Claw lair or anything, right?"

Leith stared at Basil for a minute or so. "Kid, for the love of God, do not jinx us like that. The last thing we need are Death Claws on our asses."

"Sorry." Basil flushed, clearing his throat before he continued. "But really, I could go in that far. Believe it or not, but I do know how to use a gun."

Leith folded his arms over his chest. "No one's going in alone. And I'm willing to go in. But I don't think either Jace or Basil should be the ones signing up for this." He turned to Kaye and Raider, waiting for their input. "Any other volunteers?"

Impound

You're referring to the number of characters that you can have, correct? If so, you can have more than one character, as we plan on writing in third-person for this RP. In the beginning of the RP, the groups are separated by their academic status (AP, Honors, Regular, Special, and Remedial), so if you have an entire group that's working together in the beginning, that will probably wind up being too many characters to handle properly all at once. Then, as the RP progresses, rules are changed, which causes groups to become more numerous, but smaller in their numbers. How I plan on doing it is by having multiple characters that are each of a different academic status, then add in more as it goes on. So, in the earlier parts of the RP, I'll be introducing five students, plus a couple of teachers, and we kinda rotate between groups in order to focus on each of them for a while until things start kicking into gear, bringing them together in either fights or negotiations.

So... Let's just say that we start with a limit of five students (per player), plus a few teachers, and we introduce more characters as we go along. Since, well, characters are inevitably going to get killed off in this thing.

Keep in mind that we're not writing as, like, ten different characters per post or anything. We'll be rotating the cast, to focus on what is going on in one part of the school, then in another, and in another.

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Here is the basic character skeleton, but there's no reason to restrain yourself to it. Add anything else that you feel is important.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Grade (9-12):
Academic Status (AP, Honors, Regular, Special, Remedial):
Race/Ethnicity:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Build/Weight:
Background:

Students aren't the sole people involved in this RP; the teachers are victims just as much as their students. However, there are far fewer teachers than students, of course. Here is the basic character skeleton for a teacher.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Grade (as in, which grade the teacher oversees; 9-12; also mention which level that their particular class is at, which can be AP, Honors, Regular, Special, or Remedial):
Subject (can be either an academic or elective course):
Race/Ethnicity:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Build/Weight:
Background:

Impound

It's been too long since I've been on this site. I can't remember how to do hardly anything. And things have changed. So, that's my cry for you to be patient with me.

Anyways, I approve of you participating and all. Just let me know if it actually impedes you when you try to, like, send a post, okay? I'll do my best to fix that as quickly as I can. Oh, and make sure that, with the first post, copy it, just in case it doesn't let you put it out there. I'm pretty sure that the "apply" button thing is just a formality, though. You know, like knocking on the door before going into a public bathroom, even when you're positive that no one's in there. Just know that "pretty sure," at least for me, is an "eh, I'm probably wrong."

Impound

Over a thousand students attend Breckenridge High School, a rough school in an even rougher town. Separated into five forms of curriculum, students are given one label, based on their academic performances, which dictates what that student can and can't do within the school: AP, Honors, Regular, Special, and Remedial. AP, short for Advanced Placement, is for the smartest, most gifted of the population; it can be argued that AP students don't even quite belong in high school. Honors is just short of them. Regular students are the largest. Special is for those who can't keep up, often because of mental disorders or other disabilities. And Remedial is for those who don't care about their grades, struggle for reasons not connected to a particular disorder, or are juvenile delinquents who might not even graduate at all before being thrown into jail.

It's mid-December; students are excited about the approach of the winter break, Christmas, and the New Year. Midterms are nearing completion, make-up tests are being scribbled on, projects presented and turned in.

But one afternoon, on December 17th, just before school is about to dismiss and students released to savor the two-week-long break from their studies, a strange, unknown voice announces through the intercom in place of the normal afternoon announcements, "From here on out, students will be separated based on their status within the school. AP students are a collective. Honor students are a collective. And so on and so forth. Each week, a new objective will be presented. Whichever group manages to complete that objective first will be given the best of the supplies, as well as a bonus. Two more groups, upon finishing the objective, will also be granted supplies, but not as much and without the time bonus. The last two groups, however, will have to find an alternate means of lasting through the week until the next objective."
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Important Notes:

1) This RP is NOT rated 18+ for explicit sexual themes, but for its explicit depiction of violence and gore.

2) If you're considering participating in the RP, then feel free to PM me [Nekoholic] with questions and the like.

Atomic Rain (Fallout)

The soft, neon green glow of the ancient terminal highlighted the sharply angled features of Kate's face; eyes squinted, lips pursed, her fingers glided over the clunky keys as she sorted through the assorted options for the Vault's maintenance and security on the first floor. Most of it was useless at this point, as electricity was only directed towards certain areas; for example, only the residential section for the single women received any power now, while the rest were left in the dark and, if they were even more unfortunate, were flooded.

She sighed softly, tilting her neck away from the screen.

She was so close to hacking into these programs; then, the Vault would be safe and likely even habitable, at least temporarily. Then, she could bring him back. She could excavate.

Soon, Desmond, everything will be okay.

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"It's a plan, at least," Basil said, "And it has a firmer foundation than our original one." For the past couple of months, they'd only been finding information about more Vaults from the locals in other communities and heading into them with the hope for the best, after all. This was a firmer lead.

"Well, is everyone prepared to leave then?" inquired Leith. He glanced at each person seated at the table. "No one needs to buy ammunition, water, medicine?"

Jeez, he sounds like my dad whenever we headed out to find scrap metal and spare electronics, Basil couldn't help but think. He smiled softly, albeit sadly; sometimes, he was excited about hitting the road and discovering more about the world, but at other times, he wanted nothing more than to return home and be with his father. Then again, that wasn't his father, was he?

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Basil immediately nodded, "Yes, but who is to say that she is even there? She may have left by now."

"The kid here just said that she'd been there for three days before us, so evidently, there's something that's keeping her there; I doubt that she could have wrapped up her research or whatever she was doing within just one more day," Leith pointed out.