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Garret heard the barrage of bullets stop, it was almost jolting. Nonetheless he continued straight, and deciding it was best to avoid a fiery crash into a school he threw his head up just in time to notice that his approach had been a lot faster than he'd thought. In an instant he slammed his foot on the brake, and veered right, skidding to a halt directly in front of the emergency exit door, which was now wide open.

Almost immediately people began funneling out of the doorway, and with good reason. For what lay behind them surely would have torn them to shreds. He heard the passenger door swing open, and looked to the back of the car as people began to enter the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat shouted at him to drive, and he obeyed almost immediately. Not even waiting for them to close the rear door he pushed his foot on the gas, and turned, directing them back into the direction he had entered.

"Keep your heads down. The shooters could still be a threat," Garret spoke as calmly as he could to try to quell the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Surveying the area, it had been a miracle that he hadn't hit any of the corpses wandering about on the field on his way in. He'd been driving blindly, and it could've taken only one shambler to halt his entire approach had it gotten stuck under his wheel. He'd lucked out in a way.

Garret looked to his left, eyeing the building with the shooter, as well as another person. He couldn't get a clear view, but what from all that he could see was that the shooter was still at the window. However, the other man had disappeared. But, where had he gone? And why had he not shot as well? Garret began to roll these questions around in his head as his eyebrows furrowed. Either way, they weren't getting shot at anymore, so perhaps he was just scared? Maybe he'd realized that this car was coming to save them? Perhaps they should approach him? Would that scare him more? Too many questions ran through his head.

Genesis: Tales of Sejan

In the Tarot Mage description something called an Arcana mage is mentioned. Was that the original name for Tarot Mages, or are they two different classes entirely?

No Hope

When you said the left side I assumed it was left, near that kinda ball park area, that's why he drove through multiple fences.
Just making an excuse in-case someone is confused.

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Garret pressed his hand against his forehead as thoughts streamed through his head. Two shooters, firing at people who don't seem to be returning fire. The shooter had his reasons to shoot at these people, obviously, but either way it was wrong to take a life. Perhaps he was just scared? After all that had gone down it'd be a surprise if people didn't act hostile at the nearest sight of another person. Most people valued themselves above strangers, and this man was obviously one of those people. However, Garret was not somebody who would put one life above another, and as much as he hated taking risks he knew the value of their lives were worth far more than his alone. He put the key into the ignition, pushed down on the clutch, and twisted the key. Feeling the car fire up noisily, he almost began to regret his decision.

Garret had been lucky though, from this angle he'd need no steering to get to the door, so as soon as the car began to move Garret pushed his head down onto his lap, holding the steering wheel with his hand above his head. He looked ridiculous, but at a time like this who would care? The car hit the curb before pushing against the fence, slamming his head into the horn. If he didn't have the sniper's attention before, he sure did now. As soon as that thought slipped through his mind the right window shattered, spraying glass into the car. "Oh my, my luck really isn't holding out today is it?" he whispered to himself as he eyed the glass.

He pushed harder on the gas, propelling the car further into the clearing. One shot, then the next, then the next. The sniper was consistently impaling the side of the car with each shot he took. He could feel the car pull back as a crash, followed by a screeching sound emanated from the car. He'd already torn through the second fence. Now the only thing he had to worry about was the fact that a man with a gun was out for his life. The next shot tore through the car one side of the car, and impaled itself in the interior. Garret didn't know how much further the fire escape was, but he certainly hoped it was close.

An Assassin's Promise [Futuristic/Military RP]

Quick question:
What are the positions for the Central's assassins?

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@TomeBinder
Garret can drive.
When it comes to selflessness Garret values everybody's lives as much as he values his own, even believing that there are reasons behind everyone's actions, even if they seem wrong.

No Hope

Both accepted.

I just gotta wait to see if the others want to die before I can introduce y'all. Gonna leave it a few more hours.

@TomeBinder

Ok, thanks. I kinda knew it wouldn't be the best time, considering a few people just joined, but I thought I'd take advantage of the "This rp is always open" fact.

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Name:
Garret Mercer

Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Appearance:


Medical Ailments:
Hemophiliac (If you don't know what a hemophiliac is here is a summary: "Oww, I cut my palm" *Bleeds out and dies*)

Nationality:
Canadian

Occupation:
Dance Instructor

Four Week History:
Four weeks ago was the time Garret found himself stuck. Stuck not knowing, seeing but never confirming. Four weeks ago was the time where Garret was sealed in among fourteen other people, all huddled together for days. Oh, oh so many days he had been down in that bunker, a bunker where the only person he found comfort in was his father who had abandoned Garret and his mother when Garret was only ten years old. However, his father's rationale had been correct. You see his father had been what most would call... a radical. He'd secretly stolen money from Garret's education plan simply to buy canned food and construct an underground shelter for when "The Apocalypse" arrived. Garret's mother had only dismissed it as a foolish past time until it evolved into an obsession. Afterwards, Garret's father heard about the new disease that had been found in Somalia, kidnapped his now-adult son, and hunkered down with thirteen of his closest "colleagues"

However, it turned out that Garret's education plan hadn't proved to have earned them enough food, and when everything fell short only twenty days prior to today, that was when people began to die of starvation. It took only eight days for 6 people to die. Then, in two more days 3 people died. That was the point when madness consumed the survivors. On that night the dead began to pound on the door, and as Garret and four other curled, waiting for it to end- one person acted differently she stood, staring at the door, tears running down her face. At that moment she smiled, lunging at the door. "Dear, I knew you were alive," she said as her neck was ripped open, madness numbing any pain she would have otherwise felt.

Everyone either fled or died. Garret had no way of knowing whether his father made it out alive, nor did he care. For nineteen days he eluded the dead, moving from house to house, rummaging whatever he could find. He avoided taking any risks, staying away from anything that was sharp out of fear that he would prick his finger and bleed out. However, he had completely bled the residential area dry, and now that his supplies are running low he needs to take those risks that he'd strayed away from. If he avoided those risks any longer he would surely die a meaningless death in this hellhole.

Items of Interest:

-Half empty 2L water backpack

-A plastic baggy with one hemophiliac pill

-A bunsen burner(No gasoline however)

-A pot

-A laser pointer

-1/4 container of peanut butter

-2 Firecrackers

Weapons:

-Sledgehammer

An Assassin's Promise [Futuristic/Military RP]

Mk, coolio.

An Assassin's Promise [Futuristic/Military RP]

You've got my interest.
Edit: Oh, and if possible could I reserve a spot for an assassin in The Order Of Assassins?