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I felt the same way honestly... feels like my character in terms of personality just much more powerful. I think it's the badass armor more than anything
It's a boast, not reality.
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It's a boast, not reality.
I think I accidentally hit that smiley icon TK lol. In case you were wondering about that. But that dude pissing himself was pretty funny regardless.
Is all good. I figured that's what the laugh was about.
PEYTON
Peyton slipped on a patch of ice. His feet went up, his ass and head went down. And with a resounding THUD he hit the gravel pathway that lead from the east side of campus to the west. Five minutes late for Bio101, was now going to be ten, as he felt a twinge of pain -- not only in his pride -- in his ankle. That's going to be sore by morning, he thought to himself. As he checked his surroundings he was relieved to find that this 'walkway' was empty. At least no one saw that, he thought gratefully.
His book bag laid only a few feet to his left, but his books, binders and papers a;id scattered out into the brush and snow. Just great, my five page essay on 'The Anatomy of the Ficus' is now ruined, he sighed as he picked it out of a half-melted puddle of ice and water. Professor Springs willsurely fail ke a second time -- he couldn't risk to fail Bio again, his job at Trade Winds didn't pay him enough to retake the class a third time.
As he picked himself, and his belongings, off the ground a crisp breeze wrapped around him. Though he knew he should be cold -- after all, a leather biker's jacket can only keep you so warm -- he felt somewhat comforted by the icy chill in the air. It was odd really, as he thought about it. In all the years of travelling from place to place, the Lees had always stayed in the South, where it was warm. But it never really felt like home, the warmth just made him feel restricted and sluggish. Here, in the cool mountains of Yosemite, he felt vibrant and free, albeit a bit clumsy, this ice thing was an issue.
Peyton slipped on a patch of ice. His feet went up, his ass and head went down. And with a resounding THUD he hit the gravel pathway that lead from the east side of campus to the west. Five minutes late for Bio101, was now going to be ten, as he felt a twinge of pain -- not only in his pride -- in his ankle. That's going to be sore by morning, he thought to himself. As he checked his surroundings he was relieved to find that this 'walkway' was empty. At least no one saw that, he thought gratefully.
His book bag laid only a few feet to his left, but his books, binders and papers a;id scattered out into the brush and snow. Just great, my five page essay on 'The Anatomy of the Ficus' is now ruined, he sighed as he picked it out of a half-melted puddle of ice and water. Professor Springs willsurely fail ke a second time -- he couldn't risk to fail Bio again, his job at Trade Winds didn't pay him enough to retake the class a third time.
As he picked himself, and his belongings, off the ground a crisp breeze wrapped around him. Though he knew he should be cold -- after all, a leather biker's jacket can only keep you so warm -- he felt somewhat comforted by the icy chill in the air. It was odd really, as he thought about it. In all the years of travelling from place to place, the Lees had always stayed in the South, where it was warm. But it never really felt like home, the warmth just made him feel restricted and sluggish. Here, in the cool mountains of Yosemite, he felt vibrant and free, albeit a bit clumsy, this ice thing was an issue.
THOMAS
Wait. What did Ethan just say?
Bomb the city!? Oh hell no. They can't do that! Or can they? Thomas thought to himself.
"Ethan, this is no time for pleasantries. I'm Thomas. That's Luis," he said nodding to the Latino male, "and that worthless blob over there," he claimed with no regard towards his boss, "is John Russell."
If the military would even consider bombing the city, they'd better go now. And even if they weren't, Ashley, the poor girl, needed proper medical attention, stat. "Ethan, we're going to help you," he said calmly as he grabbed a bottle of water and washed the wound, "but I need you to focus. So, ignore the radio."
"Citizens are advised to remain calm, and to please stay inside..." continued the radio announcer. Gun shots and thunderous booms could be heard in the background.
"Over against the back wall, behind bay two, that's the one on the far side from us are two buttons," Thomas was trying to keep the terror of total obliteration via bombing out of his mind. "Hit the red one marked 'DOWN,' that'll lower the car, which we'll need to take Ashley out of here." The images of F-22s flying over head dropping multiple high explosive bombs upon a sea of frightened people and crazed what-ever-they-weres flashed before his eyes. "The keys are in the ignition. You'll drive. Luis and I will take care of Ashley."
Sitting atop the lift in Bay 2 was a 2016 LandRover LR4.
Some rich prick had brought it in the day before, demanding the vehicle be checked out immediately. 'There's something going on with the rear axle. It's humming or something.' The man obviously had no clue what was wrong, so Thomas and Luis were going to give it the 'once over' and then do nothing but give it an oil change, which is was well past due for. Once the prick returned to pay the bill, they were gonna tell him to bring it to their private shop on the outskirts of the city, to get a good deal on repairs. And then they could really hit him up for the big money. They had been doing this for the last couple months out of Luis' run down shack of a place just five miles south of York Junction. Why should John Russell reap all the benefits of their hard labor? So, they had set out to make a name for themselves. They had already wooed away some of FastLane's regulars -- sure these regulars came in for the customary oil change and brake job, but any major repairs went out to the shop near the Junction. They were going to make a name for themselves ...
Just then a loud THUD, wrestled the FastLane crew from their current reality.
BANG! Echoed another large thud from one of the bay doors. Followed by a cacophony of mangled cries and garbled words.
Through the small rectangular glass window of the Entrance door a distorted face was pressed against the glass. Blood streaked its face; trying to distinguish whether it was male or female was nigh impossible. Its mouth gaped open wider than humanly possible, barring blood stained teeth, and a near black tongue.
More bangs and rattles shook Bay One and Two's doors.
Whatever was out there, was now trying to get in.
"Ethan, go!" Thomas cried.
"Luis," was all Thomas had to say to spur his co-worker into action.
John Russell stood there unmoving. A wet spot showing on his pants, growing larger by the second.
Ethan
Still no reception. The television wasn't working either, but the radio he saw in one of the garages might. He came back to the others with a backpack he found full of water and the radio. He plugged it in to the nearest socket and fiddled around with it. Ashley was calmed down a bit more now, lying on the couch. She was probably in shock.
"Thank you," Ethan told the man that brought them in. He could still hear the runners pressing against the door they came in. He knew they couldn't stay here for long. "We'd probably be dead right now. I'm Ethan by the way, she's a student of mine. Her names Ashley. We were on a bus heading to the university when he got in a bad accident. Then...people started attacking other people...tearing them apart, you know? Something horrible is happening."
After a few moments, the radio kicked on.
"...are blocked off. Stay in your homes and barricade everything. The military is working on...."
"Oh yeah, this'll be some clean up," Ethan said. "The military's going to have their hands full for a pretty long time. They might as well just...bomb the city."
He realized as he said it, how true that could come to happen. He tried to put it away from his mind, at least for the time being.
Wait. What did Ethan just say?
Bomb the city!? Oh hell no. They can't do that! Or can they? Thomas thought to himself.
"Ethan, this is no time for pleasantries. I'm Thomas. That's Luis," he said nodding to the Latino male, "and that worthless blob over there," he claimed with no regard towards his boss, "is John Russell."
If the military would even consider bombing the city, they'd better go now. And even if they weren't, Ashley, the poor girl, needed proper medical attention, stat. "Ethan, we're going to help you," he said calmly as he grabbed a bottle of water and washed the wound, "but I need you to focus. So, ignore the radio."
"Citizens are advised to remain calm, and to please stay inside..." continued the radio announcer. Gun shots and thunderous booms could be heard in the background.
"Over against the back wall, behind bay two, that's the one on the far side from us are two buttons," Thomas was trying to keep the terror of total obliteration via bombing out of his mind. "Hit the red one marked 'DOWN,' that'll lower the car, which we'll need to take Ashley out of here." The images of F-22s flying over head dropping multiple high explosive bombs upon a sea of frightened people and crazed what-ever-they-weres flashed before his eyes. "The keys are in the ignition. You'll drive. Luis and I will take care of Ashley."
Sitting atop the lift in Bay 2 was a 2016 LandRover LR4.
Some rich prick had brought it in the day before, demanding the vehicle be checked out immediately. 'There's something going on with the rear axle. It's humming or something.' The man obviously had no clue what was wrong, so Thomas and Luis were going to give it the 'once over' and then do nothing but give it an oil change, which is was well past due for. Once the prick returned to pay the bill, they were gonna tell him to bring it to their private shop on the outskirts of the city, to get a good deal on repairs. And then they could really hit him up for the big money. They had been doing this for the last couple months out of Luis' run down shack of a place just five miles south of York Junction. Why should John Russell reap all the benefits of their hard labor? So, they had set out to make a name for themselves. They had already wooed away some of FastLane's regulars -- sure these regulars came in for the customary oil change and brake job, but any major repairs went out to the shop near the Junction. They were going to make a name for themselves ...
Just then a loud THUD, wrestled the FastLane crew from their current reality.
BANG! Echoed another large thud from one of the bay doors. Followed by a cacophony of mangled cries and garbled words.
Through the small rectangular glass window of the Entrance door a distorted face was pressed against the glass. Blood streaked its face; trying to distinguish whether it was male or female was nigh impossible. Its mouth gaped open wider than humanly possible, barring blood stained teeth, and a near black tongue.
More bangs and rattles shook Bay One and Two's doors.
Whatever was out there, was now trying to get in.
"Ethan, go!" Thomas cried.
"Luis," was all Thomas had to say to spur his co-worker into action.
John Russell stood there unmoving. A wet spot showing on his pants, growing larger by the second.
Name: Takeshi "TK" Kobayashi - Codename: Ghost
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Rank: First Sergeant
Appearance:
Slender, yet athletic, TK stands tall for one of Asian decent at six foot one. Hair cut short around the side, with a touch of deep blue to accent his spiked hair. When not in uniform he typically wears a leather jacket (sleeves pushed up to show how toned he is), a cut shirt, and jeans.
TK is one of the few that still fights hand-to-hand, believing that fighting from a distance is cowardly. He wears a black stealth suit with silver, reminiscent of his ancestry, honoring his skill with Ninjitsu.
When fighting in power armor, or larger, TK prefers something more honorable ...
History / Background:
He never knew what it was like to live on Earth. He'd heard numerous tales of how green and blue things were, but found it hard to imagine a place with such vivid colors when all he could see was red. Having been born and raised on the Red Planet, Mars, Takeshi, along with a younger brother (Ko) and an older sister (Suchi), eventually grew to resent their parents' choice to leave Earth (grandparents in tow)-- that was until it was reduced to a ball of toxic dust. Though now thankful to have relocated, Mars was not a place to raise children. Suchi, who was born on Earth, used to daydream of the days when she was a child, having played in cool rivers, and skinning her hands and knees while climbing trees. But here on Mars, there was none of that. Sure one could go visit the simulation chambers, which offered all the luxuries of the Earth that was, but it just wasn't the same as the real thing. Plus it was expensive -- the Kobayashi's had spent nearly all they had to get to Mars.
In order to support himself, as well as his aging parents -- and to get away from the dusty confines of the Martian planet -- TK was "recruited" into the army, as soon as he was eligible to do so. TK took with him the skills and knowledge of that his grandfather had bestowed upon him: the ability to wield a blade, and the honor of Bushido. However, the discipline that was taught was not enough to keep TK out of trouble. He grew cocky and selfish, which eventually led to him joining a Yakuza-like youth gang. Stealth and finesse allowed TK to rise through their ranks quickly. But like many troubled teens TK soon found himself infamous among the local law enforcement, and eventually behind bars.
Knowing of TK's skills, the lead officer, Cpt. Roe Heinrickson, made an offer to TK, one, as it was famously put in a movie, "he couldn't refuse." On his 18th birthday TK was enlisted into the Imperial Army. The brass quickly realized that TK was destined for more, and put him into the selective group known galaxy wide as the 7-5. Though not know as being a team player, TK's rank continued to rise -- not for lack on his part (with rank comes privileges).
Personality:
Aggressive
Cultured
Determined
Loyal
Narcissistic
Specialties:
Stealth: "Be as silent as a shadow," his grandfather would say. "See, but don't be seen." TK has enhancements, that enhance his ability to hide and sneak. He became known as Ghost, once he was in the military, as he is light on his feet, agile, and lithe.
Two-Weapon (Melee): TK learned to fight with two blades, not just one. The katana and wakisashi are extensions of his own hands, slashing, dicing and severing anything that gets in his path. Unmatched, so far, in skill, TK boasts the ability to block a gun shot (though he's never had to prove it).
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Rank: First Sergeant
Appearance:
Slender, yet athletic, TK stands tall for one of Asian decent at six foot one. Hair cut short around the side, with a touch of deep blue to accent his spiked hair. When not in uniform he typically wears a leather jacket (sleeves pushed up to show how toned he is), a cut shirt, and jeans.
TK is one of the few that still fights hand-to-hand, believing that fighting from a distance is cowardly. He wears a black stealth suit with silver, reminiscent of his ancestry, honoring his skill with Ninjitsu.
When fighting in power armor, or larger, TK prefers something more honorable ...
History / Background:
He never knew what it was like to live on Earth. He'd heard numerous tales of how green and blue things were, but found it hard to imagine a place with such vivid colors when all he could see was red. Having been born and raised on the Red Planet, Mars, Takeshi, along with a younger brother (Ko) and an older sister (Suchi), eventually grew to resent their parents' choice to leave Earth (grandparents in tow)-- that was until it was reduced to a ball of toxic dust. Though now thankful to have relocated, Mars was not a place to raise children. Suchi, who was born on Earth, used to daydream of the days when she was a child, having played in cool rivers, and skinning her hands and knees while climbing trees. But here on Mars, there was none of that. Sure one could go visit the simulation chambers, which offered all the luxuries of the Earth that was, but it just wasn't the same as the real thing. Plus it was expensive -- the Kobayashi's had spent nearly all they had to get to Mars.
In order to support himself, as well as his aging parents -- and to get away from the dusty confines of the Martian planet -- TK was "recruited" into the army, as soon as he was eligible to do so. TK took with him the skills and knowledge of that his grandfather had bestowed upon him: the ability to wield a blade, and the honor of Bushido. However, the discipline that was taught was not enough to keep TK out of trouble. He grew cocky and selfish, which eventually led to him joining a Yakuza-like youth gang. Stealth and finesse allowed TK to rise through their ranks quickly. But like many troubled teens TK soon found himself infamous among the local law enforcement, and eventually behind bars.
Knowing of TK's skills, the lead officer, Cpt. Roe Heinrickson, made an offer to TK, one, as it was famously put in a movie, "he couldn't refuse." On his 18th birthday TK was enlisted into the Imperial Army. The brass quickly realized that TK was destined for more, and put him into the selective group known galaxy wide as the 7-5. Though not know as being a team player, TK's rank continued to rise -- not for lack on his part (with rank comes privileges).
Personality:
Aggressive
Cultured
Determined
Loyal
Narcissistic
Specialties:
Stealth: "Be as silent as a shadow," his grandfather would say. "See, but don't be seen." TK has enhancements, that enhance his ability to hide and sneak. He became known as Ghost, once he was in the military, as he is light on his feet, agile, and lithe.
Two-Weapon (Melee): TK learned to fight with two blades, not just one. The katana and wakisashi are extensions of his own hands, slashing, dicing and severing anything that gets in his path. Unmatched, so far, in skill, TK boasts the ability to block a gun shot (though he's never had to prove it).
I'd certainly still be interested in playing with only two other characters. Size isn't everything, of course. =P
Also, I've had RPs start with only a few people, then once it gets started, a few more people see it and go "Hey, this looks neat, I wonder if they still have spots open," and then we've got a decent number of players. So that could always happen.
I agree. Let's get things going and if it doesn't work out, then at least we can say wet tried.
Thomas
There was no doubt about it, the girl was badly hurt. In the Yard, injures like this needed proper attention. But proper attention was blocks away.
"Here!" Thomas cried to the unknown couple, and guided them towards Bay #2 at FastLane. "John! Open the bay!" he yelled pounding on the large slated door. There was no time for pleasantries, this was now a matter of life or death.
His banging went unanswered. So Luis checked the Entrance door, it opened with ease.
Rushing everyone inside Thomas led the girl to the 'Lounge' couch. It wasn't much, nor in good shape, but a faux red leather couch is the next best thing to a hospital bed when there's nothing better around.
"Luis, quick, get the First Aid kit," Thomas ordered the Latino. "You," he said at the man, "There's bottled water in fridge on the other side of the bays. Bring whatever you can." He needed to clean the wound, least that's what they do in the TV shows. Tearing away the cloth from the wound, Thomas could now see how serious the wound really was, she needed a hospital. But in the chaos outside they were the best hope she had at surviving.
"She better not get any blood on my couch! I paid good money for it." John Russell had entered unnoticed.
"Shut the hell up John!" Thomas shot back. "Lend a hand, or stand back." Luis handed over the First Aid kit, which was void of anything really useful, so Thomas tossed it aside. "Damn-it John, couldn't you squeeze one fucking nickle out of that fat ass of yours and buy us some supplies!" Anger rose in Thomas' voice.
@Sol Grim
"She's injured!" Ethan called out to one of the men. "We have to get inside, please. Help us!"
Ashley screamed again, as a few of the infected were running directly at them.
There was no doubt about it, the girl was badly hurt. In the Yard, injures like this needed proper attention. But proper attention was blocks away.
"Here!" Thomas cried to the unknown couple, and guided them towards Bay #2 at FastLane. "John! Open the bay!" he yelled pounding on the large slated door. There was no time for pleasantries, this was now a matter of life or death.
His banging went unanswered. So Luis checked the Entrance door, it opened with ease.
Rushing everyone inside Thomas led the girl to the 'Lounge' couch. It wasn't much, nor in good shape, but a faux red leather couch is the next best thing to a hospital bed when there's nothing better around.
"Luis, quick, get the First Aid kit," Thomas ordered the Latino. "You," he said at the man, "There's bottled water in fridge on the other side of the bays. Bring whatever you can." He needed to clean the wound, least that's what they do in the TV shows. Tearing away the cloth from the wound, Thomas could now see how serious the wound really was, she needed a hospital. But in the chaos outside they were the best hope she had at surviving.
"She better not get any blood on my couch! I paid good money for it." John Russell had entered unnoticed.
"Shut the hell up John!" Thomas shot back. "Lend a hand, or stand back." Luis handed over the First Aid kit, which was void of anything really useful, so Thomas tossed it aside. "Damn-it John, couldn't you squeeze one fucking nickle out of that fat ass of yours and buy us some supplies!" Anger rose in Thomas' voice.
@Sol Grim
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Forum: General Interest Checks
Go, Go Power Ranger!
Yeah. I'll cast a vote for this one
Yeah. I'll cast a vote for this one
I know you said you'd like to play at Hogwarts. But with Rowlings having just introduced like 8 other schools. Any chance of having the game at one of these other locations?
I know it opens a whole new can of worms, but then we wouldn't need be concerned about breaking canon -- or playing second fiddle to Harry.
I know it opens a whole new can of worms, but then we wouldn't need be concerned about breaking canon -- or playing second fiddle to Harry.
Thomas
"What the hell is going on out there!" thundered John Russell from his office. Crashes and bangs shortly followed as the heavy-set man made his way out.
Thomas was already standing at the entrance to one Bay #2, his arm rested high against the support, his head resting against it. He gave Mr. Russell a side glance, and returned to looking at the chaos unfolding in front of him.
Only ten minutes ago all was 'peaceful' and 'business as usual at FastLane. But then gun fire erupted and out came the sirens. "Seems like hell has broken loose Mr. Russell," Thomas muttered as his boss had come to stand just behind Thomas's right shoulder.
"Don't get smart with me!" It was a half-hearted attempt at a comeback, but John Russel was too stunned by what he saw. "Go check it out." he said to Thomas, shoving him with a beefy arm.
"Hey!" Thomas stammered as he caught his balance and glared back at the shop owner.
"Go! Make sure no one comes near the shop." John Russell stated to Thomas. "Luis! Close Bay 1!" And without word FastLane was closed off to Thomas.
"Bring a knife to a gun fight, and I don't even have a knife. Beautiful." Thomas wasn't thrilled about going into the fray with just bare hands, but it wouldn't be the first time.
Down the street Thomas could see cars piled up and flashes of gun fire. He looked around and saw numerous people standing around, apparently too stunned to move. Others were walking quickly away. Cars were at a standstill, but that wasn't really anything new in the city. In the building surrounding curious people had their faces pressed against the windows. The look on most faces, whether inside or outside, we of mixed emotions. It was almost impossible on what to think or even do next.
The next thing he knew Luis was standing next to him. A large wrench was in one hand, and he was handing Thomas a tire iron. Thomas took it without thinking and the two walked slowly towards the unknown.
"What the hell is going on out there!" thundered John Russell from his office. Crashes and bangs shortly followed as the heavy-set man made his way out.
Thomas was already standing at the entrance to one Bay #2, his arm rested high against the support, his head resting against it. He gave Mr. Russell a side glance, and returned to looking at the chaos unfolding in front of him.
Only ten minutes ago all was 'peaceful' and 'business as usual at FastLane. But then gun fire erupted and out came the sirens. "Seems like hell has broken loose Mr. Russell," Thomas muttered as his boss had come to stand just behind Thomas's right shoulder.
"Don't get smart with me!" It was a half-hearted attempt at a comeback, but John Russel was too stunned by what he saw. "Go check it out." he said to Thomas, shoving him with a beefy arm.
"Hey!" Thomas stammered as he caught his balance and glared back at the shop owner.
"Go! Make sure no one comes near the shop." John Russell stated to Thomas. "Luis! Close Bay 1!" And without word FastLane was closed off to Thomas.
"Bring a knife to a gun fight, and I don't even have a knife. Beautiful." Thomas wasn't thrilled about going into the fray with just bare hands, but it wouldn't be the first time.
Down the street Thomas could see cars piled up and flashes of gun fire. He looked around and saw numerous people standing around, apparently too stunned to move. Others were walking quickly away. Cars were at a standstill, but that wasn't really anything new in the city. In the building surrounding curious people had their faces pressed against the windows. The look on most faces, whether inside or outside, we of mixed emotions. It was almost impossible on what to think or even do next.
The next thing he knew Luis was standing next to him. A large wrench was in one hand, and he was handing Thomas a tire iron. Thomas took it without thinking and the two walked slowly towards the unknown.
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