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Hello, my friends!!! My name is Tom and I'm looking forward to many a roleplays. I'm new to this type of thing, and am looking to improve my writing skills as well as have some fun. Quick Joke: If Will.I.Am dies, will he become Will.I.Was?

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Soooooo. We still continuing this rp? I've had a new post ready to go for a week now. Still waiting for people to post.
So right now in the RP we are in the afternoon right? So night is approaching in 8 hours, roughly. I ask because I want to make sure all the time-line’s are matching up correctly. Also, are we on day 1 or 2 in character?
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Dima awoke from his elevated position. He was up at the crack of dawn as usual. The fresh smell of early mornings were Dima's favorite part of the day. He climbed down from the treestand and stretched. raaaaaaa Dima's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten in what felt like an eternity. Ever since the animals disappeared. Dima's food ran out a few days ago and it was having a profound effect on him. He didn't want to leave the serenity of the forest but he has to. "Victor will be furious, he thought." Dima grabbed his gear and began the trek north. He emerged from the forest to the bank of the lake. He could see the docks with his binoculars. "Strange, he thought" "Everyone should be working now. First shift started an hour ago." Dima hadn't seen a single living thing in weeks. He looked at his reflection in the murky water. Suddenly, without warning, he heard what sounded like gunfire in the distance. Help me!!!!! Oh God.... Please help. Rahggggg!!!!!!! Screams and more gunfire. All the blood drained from Dima's face. He started running. But to where? No time to think. Just run. His heart was beating fast. Pounding into his chest like a fist. Dima never ran so fast in his life. Finally, he made it to the road. The sign read, "Highway 70 S" "What?" Abandoned cars where everywhere. Broken glass littered the roadway. A-aand blood. Dima felt a knot in his throat and swallowed hard. "Is this a wreck?" "No bodies though, or police." Dima thought. "What the Aap is going here!?!" He yelled.
<Snipped quote by The Ole Tom> Wait, there's a map? What else have I missed?
The first IC post has a map :) its based in Riverside,Iowa.
My apologies for the delay. Didn't have much free time. I feel like I'm missing something vital. Are all our survivors in the same area?
More or less they are. The rp takes place in the area depicted on the map.At least at first. Who knows were this ride may take us.
The cool air clung to Dima and then washed him away into a distant area of relaxation. A place he had become quite intimate with over the years spent in the woods. America felt different though. There just wasn't that mysterious, wild feel he had become accustomed to in Russia. Nevertheless, weeks spent alone in peaceful serenity was exactly what Dima wanted. And that's exactly what he got. Everything had been quiet, sans a few hunters and hikers. But he stopped seeing them about a week or so ago. "Now that I think of it, I haven't seen anything. No birds, not a single creature." Dima thought to himself. Dima climbed a nearby treestand that seemed abandoned. Crack!! "Prukrati...." Dima muttered. His leg slipped through the newly formed hole. Dima pulled his leg free and wearily stood atop the rickety structure. He took out his binoculars and peered out over the beautiful Iowaian forest. "Strange." He thought. "Nothing, nothing there is." Dima practiced saying. His poor English had been obvious, and ridiculed, since he came to America 6 months ago. But everything was serene. Or so he thought.
Name: Dima Kriskof Age:30 Background:Dima is a native Russian, and is proud of his heritage. His father was an outdoorsman and passed the passion on to his son. Before his father, Taras, died in an accident. Dima is a typical Russian man, roughly 6ft/5in tall, and heavily stubbled. He is on vacation visiting America to experience the country. This is his first time in America, and has been here for a few months. He cannot speak or understand a lot of English. Dima is used to living off of the land and is an avid hunter and fisher. He is very friendly and non impulsive. But is a recovering alcoholic. Dima generraly keeps to himself, although he isn't antisocial. Items:Glock 19 semiautomatic pistol,2 magazines (30 + 1 rounds of 9mm ammo), Bic lighter,Neck knife(a small knife worn around the neck) Compass, and binoculars. Skills: Able to accuratly fire a variety of firearms. Able to skin and process game. Basic knowledge of survival. Intelligent and athletic.
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