Twilight 2025

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Slyen, Jul 10, 2010.

  1. Cyrus

    She confirms how personal that story ended up being and I realize she’s right. That was shockingly personal, and I had not told anyone that besides Demi herself. Thats...bizarre. I don't think I've ever kept something like that from anyone before. I suppose it was just...embarrassing? Perhaps, I think that was the reason. Although I will admit, I don't get sheepish in this manner very easily. My cheeks do flare up and I chuckle softly "I just figure I'd tell you something so you would feel better. There is nothing wrong with getting a little scared, I promise."

    "That's pretty cool." I tell her with a smile as she tells me about her birth mother. I didn't realize she was adopted, my heart quickens in my chest. I hope she didn't pass away, but if she did...maybe she and mama are crocheting little animals for children that never had a chance to live themselves. Bile piles up in the back of my throat. As sweet as that thought is, it also makes me nauseous. Death never did bother me, it truly didn't, but still...thinking about what she could have done and never got the chance to sends shivers down my spine. I suppose that is my fault, even if papa doesn't like to admit it. "I had no idea you were descended from something that fascinating." I wonder if she considers ever going back to that tribe. It reminds me of a lot of my family members who wanted to go back to the homeland of our ancestors over in European area, but also slightly shifted over towards other countries, particularly near eastern Europe . I am most certainly not in that category, but there were quite a few. It was fascinating to me how they wished to settle there. I don't know why, but I guess everyone's bloodlines trace them back somewhere, and call them back at some point. "Don't mind me asking but...are you adopted?" I shuffle awkwardly as we walk. I haven't met many adopted kids, but those who I have met are generally wonderful kids, but sometimes I sense sadness from them, which I cannot blame them for. I do recall thinking that my father was going to give me up when I was a small child, because it was hard to care for me by himself. I am glad that did not happen, but I felt horrible pity for children that happened to.

    "Penny won't brush you off." I promise her with a smile "She is much kinder than that, I promise." I think back to how she and Helen were alike in many ways. Shy, loyal, fragile. But there are things about both of them that are different. Temperament, patience. "And besides...Ill talk to her for as long as it takes to convince her that you are sorry." I bite my lip. I don't know why I offer such a large thing to her. But I do know that it gives me comfort, offering my services to repairing a possible friendship. "A little donut?" I ask with a small smile "Okay. I can find that for sure. It sounds freaking adorable, I can see why you might have an attachment to something like that." Maybe it was a gift from a family member, or a reminder of someone she loved. I can't judge her for what she owns.
     
  2. Oh no, Twilight! XD

    Just joking. I know it has nothing to do with sparkling vampires and what not.

    So is it just humans now, or do we still have animals and plants fighting to survive too?
     
  3. Still Have to fight against nature, though the Biosphere has been hit pretty hard too. As I mentioned in the Cbox, about 30% of it survived with minor damage, the rest was either damaged seriously, damaged to the point where it wasn't going to come back in anyone's life time, or destroyed.
     
  4. The Persuader

    Oh dear.

    It seems that Torch is just as spirited as always. I suppose I cannot expect any less of him; he's obviously fond of the spotlight and attempting to even dare steal it from him is considered debauched. At first, his thirst for attention gave birth to sympathy; the list of possibilities for why he craves it so much is endless. However, as the days stretch on to weeks and on further to months...my energy withers. It is slowly becoming more and more taxing on my heart to view reality through this lenses. He is a man of bright lights and spirit fingers, of overwhelming hubris and carelessness, but, above all else, my jailer and enemy.

    It is a truth that weighs heavy on my shoulders every hour.

    In other news, Warren seems as sullen as ever. Goodness, I hope he's not in a sour mood! I've seen his unsavory moments and...it's safe to say that I'd rather avoid them. Something sick and twisted lies beneath his glazed looks and sluggish language--I just struggle to bring it into focus.

    "What a fucking underwhelming round of applause," Torch groans before plopping onto the couch. I heave a silent sigh and stand at the opposite end of it--it'd be wise to keep distance from him, especially with the memory of his fire ball rocketing towards me fresh in my mind's eye. His aim is improving, that's for sure.

    "Plan went into action today, turns out it didn't quite go as I figured it would. Those kids are much stronger and adaptable than I thought they would be. Which is fantastic. That's how I want them. Strong, trainable. The only problem is I am worried how easily they will be persuaded. That's why I am using Rat and Freakshow to see if they can make some buddies, bring em over," Warren says. My gut twists a tad with worry--this man's idea of "trainable" may not ring the same in most people's ears as it does in his own. Even worse, I grow concerned for Damon and Rina. They are sweethearts, tragically so, and it ruins my peace of mind watching them live under Warren's watch.

    But...what can I do? As long as there's a possibility that Demi's still alive...I cannot afford to blow my cover. I will find my princess, no matter the consequences.

    Torch yawns and scratches at his matted dreads. "Ah, sending the brats in? Maybe I oughtta give them a Charisma 101 crash course beforehand? Just saying, their social skills are shit!" He chuckles under his breath while stretching a foot out to nudge my leg. "Aye! Tiny, take a load off and quit being rude!" No wanting to stir anymore of his ire today, I comply and seat myself...as far away from him as possible. Which means the arm of the couch. Torch scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Such a damn weirdo...I like it!" He chucks a pillow at my head, which I don't dodge.

    Goodness. He's so childish at times, which I can't quite tell if that's good or not. I do enjoy one's vibrancy and constant seeking of fun in the little things but...I don't know. Torch confuses me. Very much. Torch puts his attention back on Warren.

    "A success, huh..." he drawls with a bemused smile before shrugging. "I don't call a day a success until some bodies burn but hey, you're the boss, yeah?" He then perks up, apparently struck with an idea. Oh Lord. That's never a reassuring sign. He trades glances between Warren and I. "Hey! Let's go hit up some country hick place and light up some fuckers! Get the adrenaline pumping, yeah? Nobody's gonna miss them!"

    And thus, I remember why I'm so weary of him. He seems to have no soul, which is something I had thought to be impossible before...everything happened. But now...now I know the bitter truth. I turn my head away from both men and study the far wall, unwilling to participate in this conversation. Not that I could say much. Speaking is such a difficult task for me. I don't think I've uttered a single sentence in years.
     
  5. NAME: Chuck Jones
    GENDER: Male
    APPARENT AGE: 19 (actually 25)

    APPEARANCE:


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    FORMER PROFESSION: Handy man.

    GOALS/MOTIVATORS
    :
    Stay Alive, food, finding shelter. Also he believes that some loved ones may still be alive, aside from trying to stay alive he is constantly relying on the thought that he will one day be reunited with them. Part of him knows they are most likely dead, but as it is all that really keeps him going, he forces himself to believe its true.

    EQUIPMENT:
    Backpack, 20 ft of rope, very basic tool set (Screw drivers, socket set, vice grips, pliers, small claw hammer), a hand shovel, hatchet, flash light, binoculars, water canteen, and a buck knife.

    ANYTHING ELSE: Chuck does what he can to stay in shape. Every morning he stretches and preforms about an hour long work out.

     
  6. Name: Anthony Canton

    Gender: Male

    Apearant Age: Mid twenties to late twenties

    Apearance: 5'8" Has a thick scruffy beard, long shaggy hair. His eyes are a very dark brown, and his skin is brown too. He looks angry all the time.

    Former Profession: Student, had a couple hobbies.

    Goals/Motivators: His primary goal is to reach his family. Secondly to find a library, and then survival from that point.

    Equipment: Brown leather jacket with a map as the liner and several pockets, thick pants, big black steel toe boots. Two boomerangs tucked into his belt. Old belt. Dusty t-shirt that says "Stop reading my shirt".In his pants pockets: a leatherman multitool, watch, money, dead mp3 player, headphones, little notepad, and a samurai bandana. In his jacket: various other objects. Backpack: old scraps of homework, textbook, a couple of snacks, usb cable, and an empty pistol.

    Anything Else: He's the oldest of five kids. Anthony was going to a university of technology. He was sociable enough but prefered to be alone, and at the school, he was alone. Eventually he started missing his family and that's when all hell broke loose. So the first thing he did was grab his stuff, a couple of snacks, and trek homeward as fast as he could. Before the attack, and way before he was in college, him and his brother developed an obsession over boomerangs. At first they only had a plastic one, but they got their hands on a wooden one. Their passion grew, and they were even closer as brothers after their collection of flying wood grew impressive, they were fun instruments of flight. There is a lot of sentimental value in his boomerangs.
     
  7. Alright, well pending we dong get anyone else within the week I'll give it a go on Friday Night or Saturday Morning.
     
  8. Name: Annie Lockhart

    Gender: Female

    Apearant Age: Mid Teens

    Apearance: [​IMG]

    Former Profession: Highschool Student

    Goals/Motivators: To find her little brother, survive, and help other survivors.

    Equipment: A messenger bag, a couple of packaged snacks, a water bottle, a small picture of her and her little brother, an extra outfit, a digital camera, a swiss-knife, a dense medical kit, a diary & colored pens, a crumpled drawing done by Aaron, and a flashlight.

    Anything Else: Annie used to be a happy, cheerful girl, who always tried to brighten other people's days, but all of that changed during the invasion. Her parents disappeared, leaving her and seven-year-old Aaron by themselves. As the area became less and less safe, Annie strove to be strong for her little brother's sake; slipping out of their hideout at night to find food. One night, however, when she returned, Aaron had disappeared. Annie was devastated; for days, she wandered around miserably looking for him, but she couldn't find him. Three months later, the invasions having ended, Annie finally broke out of her daze. She realized she had to pull herself together. Packing what she had left, she started travelling. Hopefully, she could find Aaron somewhere alive. On the way, she could at least help other survivors. She was hopeful and rather optimistic. Despite her recurrent nightmares and constant tears, Annie could not put away the bright personality that still lived inside her.
     
  9. "Maybe I'll haunt Melissa instead..."
     
  10. I don't know what city my guy should be heading to. I was thinking that I could make it like he already went home and found his family dead or something, but I'd have to change some things around.
     
  11. No issues. If he was going to school it is more than feasiable he could have been at college for any of the major ones along the west coast, or a smaller community college.

    But in any case... The RP needs posts... ~_~ *leers at Saku and Acqua*
     
  12. Ah, yes, yes. I'll go post as soon as I can.
    Sorry for the wait x.x
    Thank you for the reminder ;)
     
  13. Posted.

    I suggested IC that we locate a Surplus/hunting store that my character saw not far away. I'm guessing it would be a good idea for us to stock up on supplies. Also it is in the same direction as the "mad Maxers" went.

    Sound good to everyone>?
     
  14. I could make Anthony's family live close by and while every one is looking for guns and stuff they could also go to his families house. Or we could make a whole trip out of it, and make his family a couple days away in a different city or what ever. I'm planning on Anthony discovering his family dead or gone.

    So should I just get it out of the way early, or draw it out? Still don't know what city he'd be headed to.
     
  15. Name: Tyler Jacobs

    Gender: Male

    Apearant Age: Late 20's/Early 30's

    Apearance: Somewhat scruffy, with buzz cut hair. Around 6'2", and perpetually grease-smeared.

    Former Profession: Junkyard Attendant (Ex-US Army; Bad Conduct Discharge - [Disorderly Conduct, Drunk and Disorderly, Assault Consummated by a Battery, Assaulting an Officer])

    Goals/Motivators: Scavenge and rebuild

    Equipment:
    -On-Hand:
    "Spearbow": a spring-powered, lever-cocking, crossbow-inspired spear launcher. Fires two-foot metal spears that vaguely resemble crossbow bolts.
    Heavy leather quiver and 20 spearbow spears.
    M6 Bayonet (Commonly known as a "combat knife") with sheath
    Leatherman
    IFAK (see below)
    BDUs (JACOBS name tapes and PFC stripes)
    Broken-in combat boots

    -With the Valkyrie
    "Valkyrie," a kitbashed, farmer-armored, halftracked monstrosity built using a Mack Titan and an oversized semi trailor as the frame. Valkyrie has the word "VALKYRIE" stenciled along the "trailer" portion in Army green, under a stylized gear and eagle.
    ~300 gal. metal tank, made from welded 50 gal oil drums and sheet metal. Used to store fuel.
    ~300 gal. metal tank, made from welded 50 gal oil drums and sheet metal. Used to store potable water.
    Thirty boxes of MREs, stolen from the ruins of Nellis AFB
    Two CLS bags (Combat LifeSaver kits - basically cut down EMT kits or extremely well stocked first aid kits the size of a gym bag)
    Twelve IFAKs (Individual First Aid Kits - Military issue first aid kits, basically a midrange off-the-shelf kit, with a few extra goodies like QwikClot)
    Oxyacetalene welding torch and associated gear
    Chainsaw
    Five sets of BDUs (All have JACOBS name tapes and PFC stripes)
    Two pairs of broken-in combat boots


    Anything Else: Taylor was a hobbyist mechanic and an avid hunter - both firearms and bow hunting - with an oddball survivalist bent before the Apocalypse.
    Valkyrie has been stolen, along with all the gear it carries.

    [For those not conversant with semi cabs....a Mack Titan is a semi tractor designed to head up road trains: On February 18, 2006, an Australian built Mack truck with 113 semi-trailers, 2,865,980 pounds (1,299,987 kg) and 4,836 ft 11 in (1,474.3 metres) long, pulled the load 328 feet (100 metres) to recapture the record for the longest road train (multiple loaded trailers) ever pulled with a single prime mover. It was on the main road of Clifton, Queensland, that 70-year-old John Atkinson claimed a new record, pulled by a tri-drive Mack Titan.]
     
  16. <style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } A:link { so-language: zxx } --> </style> Name: Alex Darby
    Gender: Male
    Apearant Age: 39 Young-Middle Age
    Apearance:
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    Former Profession: Accountant
    Goals/Motivators: Self-preservation above all. Trusting others, helping others, any altruistic actions are secondary to his primary goals. To collect food, supplies, ammunition, and any other salvage to better his chances of surviving.


    Equipment: Large double-strap backpack filled with canned foods, bottled water, short-wave radio, various first-aid kits, batteries, flashlights, and small containers where he keeps ammunition.


    Briefcase: M24 Sniper Rifle deconstructed.


    Pockets: Switch blade, one twenty-dollar bill.


    Anything Else: Alex has grown a taste to killing, although until now it has only been in self-defense. After surviving an encounter with a band of raiders while scavenging for food, he spent the next week following them from a distance, picking each of the men one by one, wounding them in several non-vital areas and letting them bleed out alone or using their wounded state to attract their fellow raiders. He's yet to prey on anyone unless in self-defense, but he thought the whole experience wholly entertaining.
     
  17. Of course I already talked to Ric before this post but making it offical to those not in the know that he is approved. Dylan, your good to go as well!

    Trying to tie up the group meeting up and getting organized before the end of the chapter. Next one looks like I will be a more active hand. @___@

    As for Anthony's family I'd say draw it out a bit more, maybe he could find a clue at the end of the next chapter?
     
  18. I'll try and think up what kind of clue he could find. I still don't know if they should be dead or not.