OPEN SIGNUPS The Purge (In-Character RP)

Minamoto Lightning

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If no one is stepping up their game, I get aggressive, but most of the time, I am passive. Usually I am both
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RP Premise: This Purge will be set in the Summer of 2019. While the Purge has already passed, the NFFA has other plans. A second, longer purge as the one in March didn't do so well compared to its predecessors. However...this one is gonna come by surprise. No Warnings. No Heads-Up. No Planning Ahead. However, because the New Founding Fathers of America are feeling a little generous. Not only will the second purge be commencing, but it will be lasting a full twenty-four hours instead of the usual twelve! But remember the Purge still has rules, even if all that crime is legal...
  1. Sirens blare throughout the land to signal the start and end of The Purge.
  2. All police, fire, and medical emergency services remain unavailable or suspended for the twenty-hour twelve-hour Purge.
  3. Government officials of ranking 10 or higher are granted immunity (revoked during Election Year to legalize the murder of a political opponent).
  4. Weapons of "Class 4" and below are permitted for use while "Class 5" weaponry (explosive devices such as grenades, rocket launchers, bazookas, etc., weapons of mass destruction, and viral/biological and chemical agents) is prohibited.
  5. Violators of these rules will be subject to Public Hanging following the Purge
RP Rules
  1. Please be polite and respectful. If you can't manage this, you will be kicked, and YC will be killed off.
  2. No rushing people for replies. I'd like this RP to last and people hate being rushed. But at the same time, I want this roleplay to be active, so if you aren't going to be active, please do not express interest or make a CS. I get that things come up, that's not what I'm talking about.
  3. Quality over quantity. No one liners. There is a 2 paragraph minimum per post. Be sure to proof-read and spell-check before you post
  4. Romance isn't a must, but encouraged
  5. Be mature. Not saying this RP is going to break Iwaku's rules, but I'm saying there may be mature topics/triggers. Do not bash anyone's character or anything like that.
  6. On the topic of triggers, please be respectful. Do some research if you have to. Triggers are nothing to take lightly, and if someone gets upset, don't bash them for getting upset. Warn us if your post or your character has triggers/trigger warnings.
  7. If you have an issue with someone, come to me first. Or be a big person and actually talk to them about it.
  8. All Iwaku Rules Apply
  9. You are allowed to have as many characters as you like, just be sure to keep track of them
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Character Cast - More Can and Will Be Added
Blue - Alive
Red - Dead
Yellow - Unknown

Purgers
Boaz Holly
Jennifer 'Jen' Ryle

Song Hyun-Ju

Survivors
Shinoa Bradford
Jeremie Altman
Corey Todd Taylor
Johnathan Williams
Valerie Tran
Victoria Tran
Vivian Tran
Jessica Tran


Status: Started!
Posting May Begin!​
 
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Minamoto Lightning

Rising Kpop Star
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Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Private Convo Roleplays
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Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day
My Usual Online Time
My posting days are usually Mondays and Tuesdays if I am not preoccupied with Videogames
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
If no one is stepping up their game, I get aggressive, but most of the time, I am passive. Usually I am both
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Realistic, Romance, Horror, Modern, Scifi, Zombies, Action, Adventure, Fandom, Drama
Genre You DON'T Like
Furry, Animal, Yaoi
A Few Months have passed since the Purge which was the most unsuccessful one by far. Transitioning into the Summer, America was just going about its business. Little did Americans know, the New Founding Fathers of America had plans to make up for their failure: A Second, Longer Purge. However, they were feeling...a little generous. Rather then starting the purge immediately, they were going to give everyone on US Soil one hour to prepare for the impending lengthier purge. To be fair, they also needed time to rewrite the script for the Emergency Broadcast System...

July 21, 2023, 6:00PM The Hour Before...


Shinoa Bradford
Young expecting mother Shinoa Bradford was at the hospital as it was two weeks her due date. However, there were no signs of labor and her water has yet to break, so it was just a routine check-up for her. However, she hadn't planned on being induced just yet, not feeling all that ready. If anything, she wanted to do all naturally; no pain killers, no medical assistance and no cesarean sections unless there was a dire need for it. Adjusting her dress, she then left the hospital.

On the busy streets of Los Angeles, California, despite the purge being an artificial population control, it was still reasonably crowded as the young mother began thinking about how how life was going. Shinoa had been lucky to have survived the last one back in March. At the time, she was twenty-five weeks pregnant with her twins. She had barricaded her apartment and locked herself in with her Grandmother who she was currently staying with. Her Mother was in Maine while her Father was in Washington State. Thankfully both parents have done well to take care of themselves during the Purge, but she was currently estranged from her Mother and her parents divorced before she was even five years old. After she had gotten pregnant, her Mother kicked her out. As her Father was too busy with work, he was not yet ready for her to move in, so Shinoa has been staying with her grandmother for the time being and has had a peaceful pregnancy aside from the annual purge. But now she was not too far from childbirth.

Nonetheless, she was scared. Not only was this her first pregnancy, but she was expecting twins. As she cradled her belly, Shinoa waddled down the busy street. On a big screen, she watched as the emergency broadcast system took the place of an advertisement. The Purge has already passed, what was going on?

"Is this thing on? Good. People of America! This year's Purge was a complete and utter failure! The New Founding Fathers of America will not tolerate this. To make up for the failure of the Annual Purge, there will be a second, longer Purge. Rather then the usual twelve, this second unexpected, upcoming Purge will last for twenty-four hours! However, we are feeling generous tonight...All citizens will be given one full hour to prepare. May God be with you all."
 

Zackymas

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Either's fine.
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Romance.
Jonathan Williams

There were only three plates left. It was Jonathan’s turn to do them today, there simply weren’t enough dishwashers, and with good reason, the kitchen was already packed, one couldn’t walk two steps without stumbling on some pot hanging from the ceiling, or an oven door left open for some unknown reason. He exhaled, it was finally over, only one plate. His shift had ended an hour ago, but he’d drawn the short straw with the other cooks, and so he had to stay. He couldn’t wait to get home and try out a new recipe he’d heard one of his partners talk about, and when it was ready, he’d enjoy it as he finished the 4th season of Marvel’s Defenders. Daredevil was left alone in Ten Fingers’s hideout. Surrounded on all fronts, his comrades somewhere deep in the vowels of the building. Would he make out of this? Fight Ten Fingers himself? Of course he would, it was a superhe-.

The PSA speaker opened up with half a second of static, punching Jonathan out of his superhero daydreaming. “No,” he thought. “That’s not possible.”

The speaker blurred to life. "Is this thing on? Good. People of America! This year's Purge was a complete and utter failure! The New Founding Fathers of America will not tolerate this. To make up for the failure of the Annual Purge, there will be a second, longer Purge. Rather than the usual twelve, this second unexpected, upcoming Purge will last for twenty-four hours! …”

Jonathan zoned out. He’d barely survived the last Purge. He was barely making enough to live, sure he wasn’t like poor, but he sure as hell didn’t have enough to hire some sort of security. Last Purge, it was hell. He could still remember himself vomiting over the body of some psycho who’d just tried to stab him after dragging him out of his house, when, as if life was a cartoon, the dude was run over by a damn garbage truck. Seconds after, not waiting for the driver to return, Jonathan wiped his mouth, ran into an alleyway, and jumped into a dumpster, where he fell asleep for the night’s last three hours.

“All citizens will be given one full hour to prepare...” That’s all the time he had. One hour. No more, no less. He looked up at the kitchen clock, it marked 6:00PM. At seven o’clock, the madness would restart. The madness he didn’t plant to be a part of. He knew he couldn’t just leave the city. Highways became so cluttered the hours prior to the Purge, they usually became the main killing grounds, as people wouldn’t be out of the city by the time it started. He wasn’t risking it.

He dropped the plate (the last plate!) and ran out of the kitchen, not bothering to remove his apron, there was no time for that. He had to be away, away, away. He had to find someplace to hide. With luck, if he locked the doors and turned off the lights, Purgers would think there was no one home, and if he managed to hide somewhere clever, they’d break in and just take whatever they wanted, leaving him unscatched. He survived a Purge two years ago that way, it could work again.

He hadn’t realised he running down the street. He’d left his bike. Great. No time to go back for it, home was close either ways. Only a ten minute walk, and since he was well, running, it’d be like two.

Home. Yes. Home. He didn’t know if anyone in the neighborhood was a Purger, but there were sure to be a few maniacs around. So just in case, he’d have to be cautious. He entered the building, and ran up the stairs to his apartment on the third floor. He’d make a faint for them, yes. He had a plan. He laughed a little, and realised two things: One. He was sweating. Two. His laugh was fake.

He got a bag, and a knife, he put it in the bag, opened the window, and left through the door. He bolted it behind him, and dashed down the stairs. He knew what he’d look like to others, probably like someone planning to leave the city, like he was going to leave his small studio-apartment alone, he had all his valuables in that bag, and he was taking it out of the city. That’s what they’d think. Or so Jonathan counted on. He’d hide around until the last fifteen minutes, and then climb up the emergency stairs, to enter through the window, into the relative safety of his home.

Jen Riley

There was sweat on her face. Why hadn’t she brought a sweatband? Who even used sweatbands anymore? That creepy fat man who used to live a block away did. Yeah, he did. He’d always make some off comments about Jen’s ass whenever she jogged by, almost as if he had been waiting for her. That’s when she decided to start going to the gym instead. She stopped the walking machine on which she jogged, some sort of chemical she didn’t know about and couldn’t care less, pumped through her blood, making her feel strong and powerful, as if she could take on anyone, and she could. She smirked. She knew she could.

She took a gulp from her black water bottle, and walked into the dressers. She stopped in front of the mirror, and stared in disbelief. She had such a nice ass! She couldn’t quite believe it. She was good-looking, she knew that. She knew her hair and her eyes could drive some people crazy, but it was curves that ultimately attracted most, especially men. She used her hands to outline her guitar-shaped body, and smiled.

Her curves had driven that creepy fat man crazy, that was evidence of her attractiveness, and in some deep, primal level, she felt proud of it. What was his name? Mark? Blart? She couldn’t really remember, it’d been so long since.

A blonde girl, probably not over 22, passed behind her, and Jen couldn’t help but notice how hard her nipples were, and how they were marked through her yellow sport bra. She had a beautiful nose, and her eyes just big enough to be adorable. Those thoughts were better left for home, she said. She could take her home, she thought, most girls nowadays were willing to try new things, and that girl looked like she lacked experience, Jen could see it in her face. She looked like (a cupcake) she was in college. Maybe Jen could (eat) help her out, she had that look of stressed disappointment, and nihilist acceptance.

Jen was just about to ‘accidentally’ bump into her, when the PSA speaker turned on with static. Something inside her jumped with excitement, her Little Bunny, she called it, expecting to hear from the Purge, but silently containing her emotions.

It’d happened in the last Purge. Jen usually kept away from her residence when she was doing her thing, but Mark or Blart had moved in, and Jen had had just about enough of him. So she remembers breaking into his house with a metal curtain stick, and finding the fat bastard chewing down a whole damn cake. It was like something straight out of a cartoon. Before Mark or Blart had had time to scream, Jen drove the stick through his mouth, breaking a few teeth. He started bleeding, and Jen somehow felt aroused by it. She didn’t act on that impulse though. What she had in front of her wasn’t a man, it was nothing but a disgusting pig showering in its own blood and cake frosting. She stuck him over the head with a nearby lamp, and he fell off the other end of the couch like a sack of potatoes.

“Is this thing on? Good. People of America! This year's Purge was a complete and utter failure!” Jen completely agreed with this. It somehow hadn’t been as, savage, as the prior celebrations, she couldn’t quite explain it, less people went out, there wasn’t enough for her to sate her appetites.

“The New Founding Fathers of America will not tolerate this.” Oh? You got my attention, Jen thought.

To make up for the failure of the Annual Purge, there will be a second, longer Purge. Rather than the usual twelve, this second unexpected, upcoming Purge will last for twenty-four hours! …”

Jen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A 24-hour Purge! A one day long party of unprecedented drugs, sex, and any other stuff she could possibly imagine. She had to put a leash on her Little Bunny to contain her emotions. She stole a glance at that juicy blondie and could only think about (raping) calling her.

Oh sex, oh the sex! You see, a lot of people focus on the killing and the crimes, and that’s what makes the Purge so popular, but what people don’t seem to understand, is how good the sex is one can let their wildest instincts and desires run wild. When one could let go of any shackles placed by society on something as pleasurous as coitus. Jen couldn’t quite understand this on a conscious level, but somehow, she knew it. And she’d tried to replicate it, perhaps it was the masks that gave it that kinky touch, but she did try the masks with a guy she’d hooked with a bar, and it just wasn’t the same. Even with the masks on they were still (shy) unable to let go. Maybe it was because they knew each other’s faces and names, but even this didn’t seem to get her gears going.

No, it wasn’t any of that. It was the Purge. It was the idea of the Purge. The spirit of the Purge. That was the secret ingredient. The crescendo in her movements, mixed in a blender of emotions with dozens of other individuals, all surrounded by fire and havoc, their minds altered with all sorts of drugs, in the most extravagant, and rampant, of orgies. And oh they did turn quite bloody, and that was part of it too, as at some random moment during their intercourse, Jen would just think (kill them) that she didn’t know these people, but in the end, she just acted on primal impulse, and at times, used her own hands, other times, she kept a pocket knife hidden in her bra, or she’d just take any weapon nearby. “Black Widow” someone had called her once, as she started pulling the guy’s teeth out with a comically large nail-clipper (“that was a weird one”) and she liked the nick somehow.

Jen drove home as fast as she could, she had little time to prepare for the best 24-hours of her life.
 

knotty

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july 21, 2023, 6:00PM
stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, dimly lit under his studio lamp, corey repositioned his acoustic guitar on his lip. exhaling heavily, he picked up his pen in one hand again, making a few amendments to the lyrics and chords he had written down on the sheet of paper in front of him. as much as he loved making music, man was it a chore sometimes. after that, corey cleared his throat and picked up his guitar pick from his desk, humming part of the song to himself for a moment, before strumming an d chord.​

just as he did, there was the slightly muffled sound of an announcement outside his apartment. "what the fuck...?" he muttered to himself, under his breath. placing his guitar down and resting it on the leg of his desk, corey walked over to his closest window. pulling up the blinds, he opened up the slightly squeaky window to see what all the commotion was about. as soon as he opened the window, the announcement was far more clear.​

".... this year's purge was a complete and utter failure! the new founding fathers of america will not tolerate this. to make up for the failure of the annual purge, there will be a second, longer purge. rather than the usual twelve, this second unexpected, upcoming purge will last for twenty-four hours! however, we are feeling generous tonight... all citizens will be given one full hour to prepare. may god be with you all."

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me!" corey snarled, this damn purge was just ridiculous, he was sick of it. there wasn't enough time to get out of the city, it was another ear of sitting this one out, in fear. now, corey was no wimp, he could be a scary guy if he wanted to - even if those who truly knew him, knew he was just a massive teddy bear - but this kinda thing... it wasn't for him. it was frustration more than fear in some ways. you see, at a very young age corey and his once upon a time (ex) girlfriend, had a child. his little boy, griffin, lived with his mother in another state. corey was stuck here, hardly able to see him, concerned that one of these purge's will be the end of him and he wouldn't be able to say goodbye, his son wouldn't have a father - not that his mother let corey be much of one anyway.

snapping himself out of his spiral of worries, corey sprung into action. grabbing the closest bag to him, he shoved in everything valuable that he could access quickly. a few knives for protection, cigarettes, a photo of his son and a pocket knife he always kept in his bedside table. with that, he slung the bag over his shoulder and had to think of a plan, fast.

just as he was heading to his apartment door, with no particular aim, he heard someone charging down the stairway. frowning in confusion, for just a brief moment, corey decided to follow after them. jogging down the stairs, doing his best to catch up with the unfamiliar man. "hey! hey dude?!" he yelled in that raspy, low voice of his. when the stranger turned round, corey suddenly found himself a little unsure of what to say. "u-uh sorry I just- i was wondering if you'd like to buddy up for tonight? power in numbers right?" he muttered, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.​
 

Minamoto Lightning

Rising Kpop Star
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Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day
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My posting days are usually Mondays and Tuesdays if I am not preoccupied with Videogames
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
If no one is stepping up their game, I get aggressive, but most of the time, I am passive. Usually I am both
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Realistic, Romance, Horror, Modern, Scifi, Zombies, Action, Adventure, Fandom, Drama
Genre You DON'T Like
Furry, Animal, Yaoi
Shinoa Bradford
Upon hearing that there would be a second, longer purge, the young mother's heart sank. If she went into labor within the next twenty-four hours, it wasn't going to go well for her or either of her babies. The purge was already a very dangerous event for pregnant women, because of no access to medical services. The only ones who she thought would make it through are the ones that have home-care midwives or someone similar. Soon all the advertisement boards all had one-hour timers on them. Traffic got even worse. The idea of taking an Uber or a Lyft ended up being rather horrible. And there was no place that she could possibly hide. Hospitals and Police Stations were likely starting to lock down. No doubt the Fire Department was locking down too.

As the chaos increased, Shinoa ensured to keep her distance as people ran to the closest places for shelter. Getting back to her apartment on foot was going to be impossible. But before she could say anything else, she saw the clock say that there was only fifty minutes left. So it was now or never. No doubt all the ride-share drivers were hoping to get to a safe place as well. The NFFA were not exactly the joking type when it came to the purge. But a twenty-four hour purge just sounded genuinely insane. Finally, after much hesitation, Shinoa called for an Uber so that she can make it back to her apartment complex a little faster. Thankfully the driver knew all the back roads that no one really took, so she saved much more time and effort. As she walked up the stairs, she saw two of her neighbors. "Oh...Hello neighbors." She greeted them.
knotty knotty

Song Hyun-Ju
The Purge was a complete failure, much to Hyun-Ju's dismay. It was going to be a whole another year until she could do it again. A few months ago, she just used the entirety of Los Angeles as a hunting ground, killing virtually anything that moves, like a typical slasher villain from a horror movie. But for the next year, she wanted something else, something different. If anything, Hyun-Ju wanted a child more then anything else. Sadly her life outside of the purge went downhill, especially after her medical license got revoked and she lost her job as a nurse. What made it worse was that she was in the Maternity Ward and got reprimanded for getting attached to the infants that she tended to. While walking down the street, she stopped in her tracks when the NFFA announced that there was going to be a second purge, a longer one. Perhaps she could enact her plan for next year's purge a little earlier. But she was going to need help.

Once she made it home, she sat on her porch waiting for her neighbor to return home.
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