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Lights, Camera, Action!

Also, I've added Phoebe's relationships. I can edit and tweak or whatever according to your individual wishes of course.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Okay, with the help of some generators and people yelling plot elements at me, I've derived some half-assed plot.

Feast your eyes...
Fresh out of college and with no hope of finding a job in today's economy, four friends attempt to rob a bank, only to find that - upon arriving on the scene - they've been framed for robbing the same bank before they can go through with it. Cue the young quartet on the run while trying to clear their names. Think Bonnie & Clyde meets The Hangover meets a hilarious combination of romance, action and comedy.

You have your romantic comedy, and your action.

Lights, Camera, Action!

I like the idea of book or video game adaptations, since they're huge on the market right now and that seems likely to be in production, but we'd have to decide.

If it were a video game, I think The Last of Us is the best bet. It's got a great story, and a massive fanbase. As for books, given that you've read TLS already and the Da Vinci Code series is already established, that seems like a realistic vote.

Echoes Of The Forgotten

As the footsteps and voices came closer, more joined them. The next were fainter, farther away, and desperate; someone was calling for help, and another answering. Relief that she was not alone and fear of who the others could be toyed with the stability of her emotions. The noises increased; the sound of doors being forced open and conversations igniting. Connie kept her back pressed against the wall beside her holding cell, a small area of the corridor around her illuminated by the light of her screen.

Orbs of light from screens up and down the corridor offered brief respite from the darkness, but between them she could see nothing. Footsteps gradually increased, echoing through the corridors, and still no one came. The longer she waited, the more indecisive she became. She feared growing too comfortable in the solace of darkness, for what might be born of it. Connie shook her head and rubbed her eyes. No, that was silly. You're succumbing to childish fear and fairytale beliefs, she told herself. You're a scientist. You have a logical mind. So think.

The proverbial cogs began to turn once again, the mechanical whir sending fear to the back of her mind. She took a step into the darkness of the corridor, towards the pair of voices she heard moments ago. If I'm an experiment, then there are scientists are involved. Another step. The light of her screen and the comfort that came with it disappeared behind her.

Each logical step towards unravelling the mystery was rewarded with a physical step closer to sanctuary of other people. What was it they said in those cliché films? To understand the scientist, you must become the scientist. That was easy. She was one step ahead already. She rewarded herself with a faster pace, walking on her tip-toes to remain silent, lips quirked prematurely in a triumphant smile.

Connie watched the ground, unable to see her feet, stepping ever closer to the pair of voices up ahead, until she bumped into something positively not wall-like and one-hundred percent human-like. She jolted back and reached for the wall as if it could protect her, staring at the bright hair of the person she'd unwittingly collided with.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Time for the survivors to converge, I think.

Espatier said loved that line "I want to call out for the living, but I'm afraid only the dead will answer."

Seconded.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Tony's legs started aching a mile back, but the way his best friend kept marching through the forest undeterred had him afraid to say anything. He wasn't an athlete, and far from the type of person to take morning jogs. Though she was shorter than him, Chris was much stronger, and she could hike for days. Maybe once upon a time he had been jealous of her stamina, but not now. Now he just wanted to keep up. If he said it hurt to keep going, he knew she would stop and insist he take a break. They needed to get out of the forest now, not later.

Every now and then she would seize his arm and take off again. “Keep moving,” she would say. Sometimes he wondered if she knew she was saying it, or if it was just habit now. He knew she wasn't aware of the time she muttered, under her breath, her grandfather's mantra. She whispered it to herself as she jogged, and sometimes in her sleep. Tony obliged, fumbling over tree roots and thick undergrowth, until Chris finally slowed down again. Her eyes darted about, her fingers restless around the baton. He could see the odd, tiny bead of sweat trickle through the dirt and blood on her brow.

“Do you feel that?” she whispered. Feel what? The hot air, the itch of dry blood on his skin, the throbbing ache in his calves? But he didn't think that was what Chris meant, and he was inclined to think she was hallucinating. “Something's watching.” She turned in a slow circle, stepping as quietly as possible and scanning the surrounding area. Tony suppressed a shiver, thoughts stuck on the way Chris said “something”. If it was another of the undead, why couldn't they hear it?

Then she stopped, dropped the baton and pulled the rifle over her shoulder into her hands. “Don't move,” she said into the trees. Tony inched closer to her and froze; he couldn't see what she was aiming at, or who. “If you try to kill us, I'll shoot you. If you're infected, I'll shoot you.”

Lights, Camera, Action!

Memorable.

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

I recommend PiratePad for collaborations.

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

I'm just endlessly amused.

Lights, Camera, Action!

My god, you guys move fast. Even without a decided plot for the movie yet, this RP looks good.