Midcreek, a typical, peaceful town in California, has just been wiped off the map in a catastrophic gas explosion. To the knowledge of all media sources, all 3,421 residents of the town, mystifyingly, are now deceased.
All, as it seems, but several teenagers who must now flee from civilization with a price on their heads.
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Plot
In the December of 2013, several Midcreek locals learnt of a political conspiracy that could potentially see the inprisonment of the President as well as several of those working under him. The group who had learnt this information did not share their data and continued to research in to the conspiracy, agreeing to only reveal their findings to the public when they were completely sure that they were correct. However, their research was never complete, as in early March, 2014, the government caught wind of their snooping. The President did not know what to do. He knew that only residents of Midcreek knew of the conspiracy, but he didn't know how many. The conclusion he came to? Kill them all. It was lucky for him that there was a large gas power station by the center of town.
It was the day of the High School Prom when it happened. The explosion went off and quickly obliterated the town center, including the High School and all the students and teachers inside. The government took all the precautions to make the flames spread to every corner of the town. If anyone survived, soldiers sent by the government would throw them back in to the flames. There was not, according to government records, a single survivor. 3,421 dead. Any residents who had recently left town were hunted down and researched - and if they looked a threat, they were assassinated. Any who had left some time ago were left to live, as they did not pose any threat. It was one of the largest disasters in American history. It was a huge talking point. The government were criticised, the gas company was criticised, everyone was criticised.
Ultimately, however, it seemed that the President's plan had failed, and there were survivors. Several, from the local High School, who, for whatever reason, had not turned up to the Prom and had instead had the luck to run in to a man that would save their life. These students, together, fled. Some attempted to find their family - they were killed. Some split off from the group after escaping the town - they were killed. Some attempted to get in to contact with anyone they knew out of town - they were killed. The half-a-dozen-or-so who did stick in the group ultimately survived, but only on constant run from the government, who would surely learn of their existence any time soon. Their lives would never be the same again, or so it seemed.
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Leonardo "Leon" Zambrano (Nevermind)
Michael "M-D" DeLorenzo (MST3K 4ever)
Raven McCrossin (HellGirl13)
Bianca "Bee" Lewis (Crya)
Lillah Lawson (Kidd)
Raffy Cox (Apokalipse)
Joe "Jojo" Stark (The Scotsman)
Justine Christophe (Piqsy)
Henry Knowles (Travesty)
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Opening Setting
It's dark. You're in the back of a van beside several other people of your age. Nobody is speaking. Around an hour ago, you and those around you escaped from your hometown, which is now no more after a huge gas explosion. You don't understand what is going on, but you heard someone mention that you were being hunted by soldiers, and you would die unless you got in the van. So you got in the van. You don't bother over-analysing the situation at hand, you are too focused on comprehending the deaths of everyone you ever knew that lived in the town of Midcreek, including your family. You've been told that if you try and contact anyone, they will be put in danger, and they will die.
The man driving the van took your phone away and snapped it, so you have no way of knowing where the hell you are or contact anyone anyway. After a while, the van stops, and the driver lets you out. He hands you and the teenagers around you several bags of supplies - sleeping equipment, food. It's enough to last a while. You realise you are in a forest somewhere in California. The man solemnly explains why he cannot stay and returns to the van before driving off in to the distance.
You have half a dozen people around you, but you've never felt so alone. You're stood on a dusty roadside in the heart of an expanse of trees with only standard supplies to keep you alive. You look around and realise that you will need to stick together if you want to survive. The path ahead will be rough indeed.
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Cool. I'll get an OOC up sooner or later today.
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Great! One or two more people interested and I'll set up an OOC. Plus, any name suggestions?
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Bud, there is a 1 x 1 section for non-group rps.
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So, small idea I've had for a while. Basically, we are a bunch of High School kids (17, 18) who survived one of the biggest disasters in American history and are now on the run for the government - think, trekking through the countryside, sleeping in the back of trains, taking refuge in abandoned buildings. Would be mostly about the characters and how they function in this enviroment, how their relationships develop and how they work together, so I'd like some really interesting and diverse characters. There would also be the overrall plot of - survive, expose the government, return to normal life, but I think that would be secondary to character development.
Midcreek, a typical, peaceful town in California, has just been wiped off the map in a catastrophic gas explosion. To the knowledge of all media sources, all 3,421 residents of the town, mystifyingly, are now deceased.
[i]In the December of 2013, several Midcreek locals learnt of a political conspiracy that could potentially see the inprisonment of the President as well as several of those working under him. The group who had learnt this information did not share their data and continued to research in to the conspiracy, agreeing to only reveal their findings to the public when they were completely sure that they were correct. However, their research was never complete, as in early March, 2014, the government caught wind of their snooping. The President did not know what to do. He knew that only residents of Midcreek knew of the conspiracy, but he didn't know how many. The conclusion he came to? Kill them all. It was lucky for him that there was a large gas power station by the center of town.
It was the day of the High School Prom when it happened. The explosion went off and quickly obliterated the town center, including the High School and all the students and teachers inside. The government took all the precautions to make the flames spread to every corner of the town. If anyone survived, soldiers sent by the government would throw them back in to the flames. There was not, according to government records, a single survivor. 3,421 dead. Any residents who had recently left town were hunted down and researched - and if they looked a threat, they were assassinated. Any who had left some time ago were left to live, as they did not pose any threat. It was one of the largest disasters in American history. It was a huge talking point. The government were criticised, the gas company was criticised, everyone was criticised.
Ultimately, however, it seemed that the President's plan had failed, and there were survivors. Several, from the local High School, who, for whatever reason, had not turned up to the Prom and had instead had the luck to run in to a classmate that would save their life. These students, together, fled. Some attempted to find their family - they were killed. Some split off from the group after escaping the town - they were killed. Some attempted to get in to contact with anyone they knew out of town - they were killed. The half-a-dozen-or-so who did stick in the group ultimately survived, but only on constant run from the government, who would surely learn of their existence any time soon. Their lives would never be the same again, or so it seemed.[/i]
(Btw, the President in question wouldn't be Obama, it would be a bit weird making up conspiracy theories about the actual President, so we'd just have a fictional one.)
(And yes, I know it's very farfetched to have like 3,000 people die in modern day America, but I wanted to make it a really big deal.)
Would want around 6 or 7 involved. Would want it to be on the more high-casual side of casual, so good grammar & spelling, pretty good sized posts, etc. The question is, however, is anyone interested?
Midcreek, a typical, peaceful town in California, has just been wiped off the map in a catastrophic gas explosion. To the knowledge of all media sources, all 3,421 residents of the town, mystifyingly, are now deceased.
[i]In the December of 2013, several Midcreek locals learnt of a political conspiracy that could potentially see the inprisonment of the President as well as several of those working under him. The group who had learnt this information did not share their data and continued to research in to the conspiracy, agreeing to only reveal their findings to the public when they were completely sure that they were correct. However, their research was never complete, as in early March, 2014, the government caught wind of their snooping. The President did not know what to do. He knew that only residents of Midcreek knew of the conspiracy, but he didn't know how many. The conclusion he came to? Kill them all. It was lucky for him that there was a large gas power station by the center of town.
It was the day of the High School Prom when it happened. The explosion went off and quickly obliterated the town center, including the High School and all the students and teachers inside. The government took all the precautions to make the flames spread to every corner of the town. If anyone survived, soldiers sent by the government would throw them back in to the flames. There was not, according to government records, a single survivor. 3,421 dead. Any residents who had recently left town were hunted down and researched - and if they looked a threat, they were assassinated. Any who had left some time ago were left to live, as they did not pose any threat. It was one of the largest disasters in American history. It was a huge talking point. The government were criticised, the gas company was criticised, everyone was criticised.
Ultimately, however, it seemed that the President's plan had failed, and there were survivors. Several, from the local High School, who, for whatever reason, had not turned up to the Prom and had instead had the luck to run in to a classmate that would save their life. These students, together, fled. Some attempted to find their family - they were killed. Some split off from the group after escaping the town - they were killed. Some attempted to get in to contact with anyone they knew out of town - they were killed. The half-a-dozen-or-so who did stick in the group ultimately survived, but only on constant run from the government, who would surely learn of their existence any time soon. Their lives would never be the same again, or so it seemed.[/i]
(Btw, the President in question wouldn't be Obama, it would be a bit weird making up conspiracy theories about the actual President, so we'd just have a fictional one.)
(And yes, I know it's very farfetched to have like 3,000 people die in modern day America, but I wanted to make it a really big deal.)
Would want around 6 or 7 involved. Would want it to be on the more high-casual side of casual, so good grammar & spelling, pretty good sized posts, etc. The question is, however, is anyone interested?
Declan took a puff of his cigarette as he glanced across the sky. He was stood outisde of the diner. It was quite late already, the afternoon had slipped away quickly, as he had been with his friends. He smirked to himself. Friends. He thought it sounded strange when he said that word. He would have never used it back in Ireland. Though, he didn't have any real friends back there. Only fellow gang members, who he knew would turn on him in seconds if they had any provocation.
He always used to keep an eye out for anyone trying to stab him in the back, but he didn't now, not with his new group. He was amongst people he could trust, or, at least, he believed he could trust. They had changed him. He used to threaten anyone or anything that looked at him the wrong way, he used to get absolutely smashed on a consistant basis any he used to go home every night with cuts and bruises all over his face. Now, that sort of thing rarely happened. He was a different person, more in control of himself. More mature. Hell - before he had got up to walk outside the diner and have a cigarette break, he had even said "Excuse me." He would have probably been ridiculed for even having the politeness to leave the diner to smoke if he was with his old crowd.
He finished his cigarette and let it fall to the ground, stepping on it to put out any remaning embers, before turning to the door of the diner and entering, reclaiming his seat beside Corey at the table without a word. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around the table. Today they had essentially been integrating Riley in to the group. It was all quite trivial, the whole tradition of welcoming a new member, but Declan did not mind. He enjoyed it, even. Tonight they would be partying, and even though Declan tried to separate himself from alcohol, he let his worries slip for occassions like this. He hadn't had any serious alcohol related issues since he moved to America. Declan leant down Magnus and scratched his ear affectionately.
"Well ladies and gentlemen," Corey began, snapping Declan out of his trail of thought. "I believe it's time we celebrate the adoption of our new family member. The party at the scrapyard should be starting right about now. Everybody up for it?" Corey glanced around at the group, as if to ask for confirmation.
"Have I ever not been up for it?" Declan grinned, shifting out of his seat, speaking clearly in his calm yet assertive accent.
He always used to keep an eye out for anyone trying to stab him in the back, but he didn't now, not with his new group. He was amongst people he could trust, or, at least, he believed he could trust. They had changed him. He used to threaten anyone or anything that looked at him the wrong way, he used to get absolutely smashed on a consistant basis any he used to go home every night with cuts and bruises all over his face. Now, that sort of thing rarely happened. He was a different person, more in control of himself. More mature. Hell - before he had got up to walk outside the diner and have a cigarette break, he had even said "Excuse me." He would have probably been ridiculed for even having the politeness to leave the diner to smoke if he was with his old crowd.
He finished his cigarette and let it fall to the ground, stepping on it to put out any remaning embers, before turning to the door of the diner and entering, reclaiming his seat beside Corey at the table without a word. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around the table. Today they had essentially been integrating Riley in to the group. It was all quite trivial, the whole tradition of welcoming a new member, but Declan did not mind. He enjoyed it, even. Tonight they would be partying, and even though Declan tried to separate himself from alcohol, he let his worries slip for occassions like this. He hadn't had any serious alcohol related issues since he moved to America. Declan leant down Magnus and scratched his ear affectionately.
"Well ladies and gentlemen," Corey began, snapping Declan out of his trail of thought. "I believe it's time we celebrate the adoption of our new family member. The party at the scrapyard should be starting right about now. Everybody up for it?" Corey glanced around at the group, as if to ask for confirmation.
"Have I ever not been up for it?" Declan grinned, shifting out of his seat, speaking clearly in his calm yet assertive accent.
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