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    OOC: ok, so you guys can just jump in. No sign ups needed! The rules are just normal.
    1) no playing god
    2) no trolling (unless your character is like that)
    3) posts must be at least 2 lines long.
    4) enjoy this RP, don't hate it.
    5) remember, this is a post-apocalyptic RP you can expect basically anything


    IC:
    click... the clicking of a knife blade against metal echoed throughout the empty cellar. Crimson eyes stared at me through the bars that saved me from the dangers outside. The bars that hold this bird captive. In here... I'm safe... Sound... A prisoner.
    click...
    It's the knife again. My knife. The only thing that lets me know I'm alive in this stinking place. There was once a time where I was carefree and I didn't even know what death was.
    Death? Now I welcome it.
    I want nothing more than to get out of this hellhole. But no, I can't. The keys are somewhere on the outside.


    "Hello?" My croaky voice echoes. Here I am... Talking to myself again.
    "Hello...? I sigh and curl up. No one will answer me anyway.

    "Yes I know this is a prison Liz but there could be some good supplies in here," a man's voice said as he was passing by each cell, he held a hunting rifle on him with a gas mask over his face to make sure bandits would never see his face if he ran into one. The girl who's name was Liz looked at her brother and asked "Such as?" She was also wearing a gas mask and her dark brown hair going down to her neck.


    Angel(Demon) 16 years old,Female


    Angel walked through the streets. Her hair,in length,was halfway down her back and was bugging her so her clipped it up into a messy bun. She stopped,her blue eyes searching for somewhere to go. She saw a prison across the street and smiled. Maybe I can stay there tonight. She thought. She ran across the street and slipped into the prison,staying in the shadows.

    Kat leaned sitting against the wall of an abandoned 7-Eleven, her backpack beside her. She had found a few bags of chips and a Sprite hidden in the back of the store, much to her fortune. Of course, if anyone had seen her take it, she would be dead in a moment.


    She looked up with electric blue irises, lifting her black baseball cap up to see the pair enter the prison, then the female. Weird... I already checked there last week, she thought curiously as she watched the three go in. Sighing, she adjusted her hat and pulled on her black leather jacket, pulling her curly, shoulder length, fire-red hair out from under the collar. She was going to go in after them, just to see what was up. It was probably nothing... But if it was anything good, she would get it first. She always did.
    The girl stood, brushing dirt off her behind before grabbing her backpack and following after the group into the prison.

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    Angel heard someone come in and turned around,watching from the shadows she saw a girl. She stayed in the shadows,glad she had black hair. She growled softly. She took her hair down,closing her eyes as it fell down her back to it's place. She made sure it was behind her shoulders and crept out of the shadows. When she was completely out of the shadows she reluctantly faced the girl,looking at her to remember the appearance,blue eyes and red hair. She mentally nodded and just stared at the girl,her hands behind her back hiding her pistol in case this girl tried to hurt her. Her blue eyes changed from a bright shade of blue to a more royal blue,she was irritated.

    I let my head thump against the brick wall in boredom, my ashy hair hiding the crazy glint in my eyes. What was life? I don't know. The only life I've seen since the incident has been rats and of course, myself.


    "Hello?" I croaked again. I've always done this, its sort of a habit of mine. I growled and buried my face in the palms of my head.
    "... No use..." I whispered. I had gone completely mad during my time in here. "USELESS PEICE OF JUNK!!!" I screamed and threw my knife at the wall, in a flurry of tears. "Everyone. Gone." I cried into my knees, although the reason I was escaped me. My mind had been in shambles since the start. Five years, I had been alone. Five years and I went insane.


    "No one..." I whispered and leant against the wall again.

    (Is your character female or male?)
    Angel heard a sound and ran towards it. She saw another person,but this person wasn't talking to anyone. "Hello? Are you okay?" She asked,pushing a strand of her black hair behind her shoulder.

    (She's female and yes smokestar10 you can join)


    I flinched at the sudden voice.
    great, now I'm starting to hear voices in my head...
    I curled up into a ball and growled softly, hoping it would go away. No, I'm not that crazy am I? Nonononono!!!! "So I'm starting to hear things am I...?" I softly whispered into my knees, not looking up.

    I snarled and clutched at the little clothing I had. "Do I look ok? I'm not exactly sane..." I smiled a small smile then laughed loudly at my words. Hah! Not exactly sane. "...to say the least..." I shakily stood up and wiped my hair from my mud-smothered face. I must admit, I was tall for a 13 year-old. Most people I had met before the incident had thought I was maybe 15! Hah! Yeah right...
    I walked up towards the bars and tried grabbing the girls shirt through them.

    Angel took out a knife and cut the girls hand. "Next time I'll bite you." She said. "Now,why're you in here? Depending on if I like you I might let you out." She wiped the blood off the knife with her shirt and put it in her pocket.

    (Ok)


    I yelped and recoiled back in surprise. It didn't actually hurt, but it did surprise me. "Why am I here...?" I mused and tried recalling the past. "I was left here..." I growled and ran to slump back in my corner. "G-go away!" I cried and sunk back into my knees. I didn't want the girl to see me crying over my past, nor did I want to tell her about it.

    "Who said I wanted to know...?" I hid my face and clawed at my feet. The past is the past... Right? Nothing can hurt me now... Right? No one wants to hurt me now... Do they?

    "No one,I just like making people miserable." She laughed. "My parents called me a disgrace and beat me then everyone at school called me Demon and bullied me." She said. "Now,if you want to sit there and starve to death tell me."

    I growled again then stood up, kicking the brick wall. I walked back up to the bars but stopped a metre away. "What's it like...?" I asked quietly, fidgeting with the rags I called clothes. "Outside, what's it like?" I silently shuffled my feet then turned to pick my knife up from the opposite side of the room.
    click...
    That sound had let me know I was alive... I needed to keep it.