What Happens After The World Ends? RP THREAD

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    The end of the world as we knew it came and went, well I think so anyway...


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    If I'm honest, all I have been told is that our planet was no longer sustainable for us, humans couldn't live there anymore, so we moved underground. The Government built huge underground cities capable of housing hundreds of people all over the country... possibly all over the world. The rich built their own huge bunkers near the surface with pools and theatres, while the rest of us scavenged the money to be put into a tiny, cramped house in one of the under ground cities. If you didn't have the money, you couldn't get in.


    At first, things where fine the surface people had runs of cities, and all the food in them. Things got bad when the bombs dropped, the government wanted a clean slate for the earth, they wanted the earth to regenerate so in 100 years humans could come out after being underground and live peacefully without the constant natural disasters. Anyone who was immune to the radiation survived and fought for their lives for food, shelter and clean water. People raided any surface bunkers they could get into, stole the food, water, any supplies they could and left the people in the bunkers for dead (either by starvation or exposure to radiation). The rich where targeted the most, their extravagant bunkers became the bases for gangs and mobs.


    So while the Earth became greener, more lush, the people ran wild and society fell.


    Of course, everyone underground had no idea the world above them was falling apart at the seams, we where worried about our own issues.



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    Our city, along with the other bunkers and cities, was not meant to hold the amount of people (that had accumulated over the 100 and something years), for the amount of time that we had stayed there. We where running out of food and electricity. Our time was up, and to be honest, I was going crazy in that town.


    One day I went to the food bank, and I tried to rob it. I was desperate, my family hadn't eaten in days, my little sister was wasting away, I couldn't watch anymore, so I did something about it. Well, I tried too. I obviously got caught. When a 19 year old single-handedly tries to rob a food bank, things don't go well. I was thrown in jail and my punishment was to be sent to the surface.... a deaths sentence by radiation.


    I don't know how I'm alive, I guess I'm one of the "lucky" ones who is immune. From what I can tell I am the only one who has survived being sent to the surface. The pile of bodies I woke up in is a bit of a giveaway.


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    It's not too bad here if I'm being honest. The sun feels warm on my face during the day, the nights are cold but when you are next to a fire its not so bad. I have managed to avoid most of the 'locals' by hiding. The animals are mostly okay to eat, as long as they don't show signs of radiation poisoning, but they are hard to catch and all I have is a small pocket knife.


    The gangs are the real issue, they shoot first and ask questions later, they take all you have and leave.


    The days are getting colder though, the nights are less bearable. I don't think I can live out here much longer by myself....




    Gangs:

    Cifaretto

    - the most dangerous gang

    - they where the first to form and have the most weapons and ammunition

    - their base is a huge, above ground mansion that survived the bombs

    - if you see them, you hide. If they see you, you run. If they get you, you plead for your life.

    - they roam the streets causing general havoc because they can

    - they like to hunt people down


    Positions:

    1. Leader

    2. Second in command

    3. Outsiders (they go out for resources)

    4. Hunters (look for survivors to capture and bring back for "entertainment")

    5. Wilds (they just run rampent and do what they want)



    Stracci

    - the largest gang

    - they live in an underground bunker/ abandoned city (according to the rumours, no one knows as no one has been there and escaped)

    - they have cars they drive around in and drones (only used sometimes due to veryyy little petrol) to find more food/ resources that can be used

    - more structured


    Positions:

    1. Leader

    2. Second in command

    3. Warriors (defend their territory)

    4. Gathers (go out of the complex for food/ other resources)

    5. Doctors/ Chefs (they look after anyone thats been hurt and help to provide and cook for the gang, usually people who have been taken hostage)



    Survivors:

    Jade Wick - featherblossom

    Kwatile Sitara (aka Tara/ Tile) - KagomeMoana

    Rachelle "Sabertooth" Hernandez - CaserDilla

    Elliot Taylor Flynn - kdiggy

    Toro - rippelt

    Reamir Nielson - ReamirTheSlytherin

    Lumaree - ToxicSoldier1996

    Marcy Graceland Vineyard - ToxicSoldier1996

    Sterling Vineyard - ToxicSoldier1996




    Cifaretto:

    Leader

    Kiyoko Komatsu ("East Side Snake")- Crepe


    Second in command

    Marcelina Louise Montclaire - BOKEH



    Outsiders

    Corisande "Cora" Amie Angelos - kdiggy



    Hunters



    Wilds




    Stracci:

    Leader



    Second in command


    Warriors

    Xerxes Cyrus Golara - BOKEH


    Gathers

    Marley Padmore - littledawnfire


    Doctors/ Chefs

    Levi Kyte Ranier - Crepe




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    ooc: okay so this is my first thread that i have run/ been apart of for a supperr long time.:-[ I'm hoping to have this thread go in the general direction of forming a smallish group of survivors who have to escape the gangs, find their own food, and survive basically. Your character could have also been sent to the surface and survived (or maybe escaped one of the bunkers or underground cities) or has been born on the earth and this is all they know.


    Im more than happy for people to play more than two characters if you want. You can play someone from one of the gangs or someone from the survivor group. If anyone has any plot ideas, you are welcome to put them on the table or any ideas about gangs or groups or anything really you are welcome to add them! I'm super flexible as long as its discussed first:D


    anyone is welcome to join! if you want to write paragraphs, you are free too and if you are a beginner like me, just write with what you are comfortable with. Quality over quantity :-*

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    Jade Wick

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    Jade lay on the forest floor. The sky was a soft orange that matched the embers of her fire. The birds chirped and sung, the forest was filled with their songs. Their calls where Jade's modern day alarm clock. She slowly opened her eyes, the glare of the sunrise was already too bright for her eyes. Blinking quickly to try and adjust her eyes, she sat up slowly and stretched, and tried not to notice the dizzy spell and loss of vision that overcame her. Her body ached from sleeping on the hard ground. Her back and shoulders cracked as she twisted and rolled her body, desperate to get rid of the aching. She slowly and methodically picked the leaves and twigs out of her hair and clothes, yawning every so often. As the sun rose, she sat there, watching the world around her. She was starving, absolutely ravenous, but the effort to reach up and pick leaves out of her hair had left her arms shakey. She licked her dry, cracked lips, the salivia stung her cuts and she took a deep breath.


    "I need to find water..." she croakily said aloud, not knowing who she was telling, "being alone for so many weeks is driving me mad" she whispered as she stood up, leaning on the tree for support as another dizzy spell hit her. "if I dont find water soon, I'll die" she thought, and for the first time in her life the thought of death didn't scare her, it welcomed her....

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    Survivor | 20 years | Crush: Callum

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    Leaves rustled softly as a gentle breeze slid through the forest, rustling sounds of animals awakening and stirring from their burrows causing stunning copper orbs to slide open. Petal pink lips opened slightly as the Nepali girl awoke slowly. Kwatile was always one to rise with the sun, it was what ended up keeping her safe during the long days of avoiding the gangs. Above ground things were either survive or end up dead. Now, Kwatile had been on her own for about 5 years and as such she knew her pathways and everything within her range. A bow was strung over her shoulder, dark oak wood gleaming - showing it was well cared for and oiled constantly. A quiver of arrows, made form oak wood and fletched with red tailed hawk feather and white feathers standing out against the brown wood - gifts from her Snowy Owl ... who speaking of - was just awakening and flew down to perch upon the shoulder of the 20 - year old girl.


    Kwatile took a canteen out of a small bag, taking a slight sip before giving a palm full to her owl. Her fingers running delicately down the back of the hunter as she smiled lightly. Her long knee-length hair fell down her back in soft waves, small wisps playing across her face gently as the breeze decided to play with her hair lightly, the stunning color of ebony black with streaks of copper through it to make it seem like it was shimmering. Making sure her fire was out and any evidence of her sleeping in the small clearing was erased, did Kwatile shoulder the bag and quietly slid into the shadows. Her eyes glowing almost ethereally as she knelt down, fingers tracing the tracks of a doe before she took her bow and loaded an arrow. She gave a slight nod to Arya (the owl) before she knelt down to eye the doe she had been tracking. She needed food as she had finished off her last kill the other night - food and water were the two things which would kill if you didn't have any above ground. She had to be careful though - a doe was a good find too, but without a clean shot she could risk being found out .... and who knew what was in this forest.



    Ooc; tubig .

    "Speech" -Attack-


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    Jade Wick

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    Jade took a deep breath, letting the cool morning air wash over her, waking her up from the inside. She threw her hood, the material was too thin to offer any actual warmth, but just having it on made the cold of the morning feel more bearable. As she walked she held her pocket knife close (it was her only belonging apart from her clothes), the only time she had used it was when she chased off serval crows who had started to eat a dead rabbit, she managed to skin it and roast it by the fire. She hadn't been so lucky since then. Jade has never hunted, never seen other animals apart from the usual household pets, and the ones she saw now, she only knew their names from the many books she read while underground.


    She tried to be silent as she walked, avoiding the really leafy areas, but she was weak and clumsy. Her steps where echoed by the crunching or snapping of leaves and twigs, she winced at every crack. Jade paused, trying to listen for the sound of water and kept walking when she heard nothing but the birds in the trees.


    After what seemed like hours, Jade stumbled upon a small cave. "this looks like the perfect place to sleep for tonight" she thought. As she continued to walk she made small cuts in the trees, marks that she could follow back to the cave.


    As she stopped to listen for water, she heard it. The soft sound of running water. Using what seemed like the rest of her energy, she jogged, cutting the trees as she went until she found it. She almost fell into the small stream as she knelt down to take a drink. Cupping her hands she threw the water on her face, and gulped it down, hoping it was clean enough to drink.

  • Callum and his gang were currently camping in a very small, partially makeshift village. No houses were two-storey and most of them were half-burnt. The only house fully intact was for Callum and his second-in-command, but the Stracci leader was already outside, watching people go about their usual business. He wondered how many of the survivors they'd run into today, or if they'd meet any Cifaretto. A scowl instantly crossed Callum's face. Survivors he could deal with, but he despised the Cifaretto with a passion. Maybe it was because all clues he'd found to his aunt Sicilia led towards them, although she'd shown no sign of even being alive. Shaking his head, Callum cocked his sniper, pointing at a tree. Just to check if the scope was working.


    Lillian poked at the ashes of the fire she'd made a solid three hours ago. She had no jacket, just a white tank top, some breathable blue jeans and a pair of black trainers. Her mother's bracelet dangled loosely around her right wrist as she sighed. She was cold and had hoped her measly little fire would last a little bit longer - apparently not. She reached into her bag and took a sip from her battered metal water bottle - the only item of her father's she still had left. It was plausible the man could still be out there, but if so, Lillian wasn't sure she wanted to meet him. It wasn't because of any familial issues - it was every person for themselves out here unless you were in one of the two nefarious gangs. It was mostly because every other survivor she'd met so far (albeit she hadn't met many) had been hostile. She assumed her dad would be too; besides, he left just as she was born. Neither of them would know what the other even looked like. Quickly, Lillian kicked around the rocks, sticks and ashes that had made her fire and shouldered her bag. She'd better find somewhere, preferably sheltered, to stay for the day or who knew what she'd run into.



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    just a young gun with a quick fuse ——

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    Survivor | 20 years | Crush: Callum

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    Kwatile knelt down on one knee, brushing her hair back behind her as she let her fingers string an arrow and she pulled back expertly, her eyes narrowing as she fired the bow, exhaling before releasing and watching her arrow fly true. The arrowhead finding its mark in the neck of the doe. Standing up from the kneeling position she was in, the nepali girl shouldered her bow and approached her kill. Her eyes softening as she gave a gentle prayer before she set about skinning and packaging the meat. She was so grateful for this kill - usually she ate small rabbits and squirrels... but this was a blessing. Tile finished her work, giving the best bits to Arya before she sighed. "We better move huh girl?" Her soft words flowed from her lips delicately, her accent clear as day as she shouldered her bag and left.


    Making her way confidently through the woods, Kwatile seemed almost at home within the forested place. Her neck prickled slightly as she inched to a tree and climbed it, watching the flash of white feathers ahead of her as Arya flew above to hover and wait for her. Tile sighed as she poked her head up and glancing around, making sure her unique outfit was hidden by the leaves...lest she be spotted by anyone or anything. Noting another clearing - with a cave close by...(the same cave Jade had passed ironically),Kwatile silently dropped down to land in a crouch - making her way to the clearing as she set about making it a home... this would be where she would camp for the night and due to the hunt she had made successful - she needed to make it home to finish skinning and making a blanket with the hide of the doe.



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    Jade Wick

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    OOC: littledawnfire i totally forgot to say thank u sm for your comment on how my writing is beautiful, it meant alot :)



    Feeling full after drinking what felt like her body weight in water, she lay there. Watching the sun get lower in the sky, she thought about what supplied she needed to get. Jade had so far avoided any and all towns she had seen, worried about what dangers lurked there. She had hid, out of sight, peeking through a bush as a car full of boisterous men and women drove past, blaring music and occasionally shooting in the air or at anything that moved or looked like it did. They were fearless, and Jade didn't want to run into anything like them.


    Jade knew she was weak, she couldn't put up a fight if she wanted too. Weeks barely eaten had left her looking like skin and bone. Her knife was her only defence and even then she couldn't really use it, you had to get close to your opponent to use it, and she doubted she could get close enough to anyone to use it before her opponent killed her.


    She needed a water bottle, a decent weapon, something that she could use from far away for food and protection, and some warmer clothes. Her prison clothes where thin, and offered protection from the sun, but not from the cold of the night.


    Jade started making her way back to her camp for the night, taking some big gulps of water before heading off. She collected sticks, logs and twigs as she followed her knife marks back to the cave.

  • Cora Angelos

    DANCING IN THE SHADOWS


    OOC: these are a bit rushed my first posts aren't always my best hehe


    Cora felt as though she had been awake for an eternity perched on the rooftop of the Cifaretto mansion and watching the sun begin its slow ascent over the horizon line. The sun meant it was time to get to work and the dark haired girl couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheek and she gripped the satchel containing all that she needed for supply runs. Being a Cifaretto outsider was not what she had wanted to do with her life, but it was far better than being the "entertainment" they had intended for her when hunters found her hiding in an empty train station. People began to stir into the surrounding areas and Corisande watched from afar, bright blue eyes bouncing from one face to another as people began their days of training and trying to survive. Feeling rather exposed on the bare roof with light beginning to shine on her, Cora quickly and nimbly scaled back down the wall via a metal trellis covered in overgrown vines. This had become the girls routine for the past few weeks, especially the day of having to do a supply run.

    No one bothered looking in her direction as she made her way further from the mansion she, and many others, called home. That was usually the case. Cora could admit she was small and going unnoticed was far better than having her relatively new nickname of "Mouse" being called after her. Maybe people were still groggy from sleep. Rolling her shoulders, she quickly secured the satchel over her head and started a light jog towards the nearby abandoned (besides some stragglers) city. It was a bit too close to Stracci territory, but she always got out unnoticed. Besides, she didn't wear any markings of her gang when on supply runs so anyone from the rival gang might just assume her to be a survivor. That was her backup plan, at least. It didn't take long to get into the city and Cora stuck to the alleys, moving quietly through the streets.

    "Speech."


    Elliot Flynn

    SIMPLY LIVING RECKLESSLY


    The sound of metallic clanging radiated from a dilapidated structure, one particularly loud bang followed by slightly muffled music. Elliot rubbed his fist where he had punched his rusted stereo, staring at is accusingly for a few moments. It had taken weeks to find the piece of junk, much less get it working so that it could play the CD's he had managed to find in one piece. There was still plenty of work to do, it seemed, since the damn thing kept cutting off. Elliot sighed, running his hand through his curly red mop of hair, turning away from the current bane of existence with an annoyed expression. As if it were second nature, the man pulled out a cigarette and light, breathing in deeply as he leaned against the crumbling stone wall of his most current living situation. He had been living in the small structure for about as long as he had his stereo and had no intention of leaving.

    His previous home had been practically burnt down by one of the gangs. Which one, he didn't really care. Sure, he had heard plenty of rumors about both, but quite frankly didn't put in the time nor effort into learning how to distinguish between them. Their names even left him mind sometimes. Stratus something? Cigarett-o? Who cared? Quite frankly, Elliot wasn't really scared of either of them. Could they both ruthlessly murder him? Probably. It was just something to live with. Holding his cigarette in his mouth, Elliot turned the music on the stereo up, pulling a bent stool up to the table it sat on to work on fixing the sound quality. Music was incredibly important to surviving apocalyptic conditions. At least he thought so, anyways. It tended to keep people away shockingly. Other survivors were too scared of the gangs to gravitate towards such bold actions.

    "Speech."

  • Reamir peered out from her tree watching as a newcomer stumbled through the forest. They weren't very quite or stealthy. By the looks of it, she was fairly young. She had camped in a tree by the river and heard the girl crash through to the water. Watching how she drank the water Rea assumed that she hadn't had anything to drink in quite some time and it'd be safe to assume that she didn't have any food either. She would glance at the small trap near the newcomer praying that they wouldn't stumble into it. When they started to leave she climbed down her tree and opened the trap to find a small racoon had gotten caught. Smiling she pulled the creature out and expertly started to skin and prep the meat. Kodiak appeared beside her and started to purr and try to steal some of the fresh food from his owner.


    "Hey now. Not yet my dear. Let us go gather the others." Reamir tutted and started off towards the small tunnels and caves majority of the cats lived in. Unfortunately for her it was also the direction the newcomer had disappeared towards.


  • MARCELINA MONTCLAIRE

    female | 22 | second in command | cifaretto


    The nimble-footed beauty slithered through the city of ruins. The dark-haired second imagined the city had probably once been quite beautiful and bustling with people all those years ago before the age of radiation came to be. She imagined it might have been a safer place than it was now, where gangs did not run the streets. But now it was broken, fitted with overgrowth and what was left of the past. Regardless, it was near the mansion where Marcelina Montclaire called home. Where she roamed freely among one of the most notorious gangs that existed in the area. It was not necessarily life that the second had imagined for herself, but it was the safest way to live. In this world, it was all about survival of the fittest and death to the weak. Marcelina has chosen wisely.


    The young woman had managed to pull herself onto the roof of a long abandon building near the edge of Cifaretto territory. It wasn’t a very tall building, but it was just tall enough for Marcelina to get a good view of her current surroundings. She shivered slightly against the brisk air that kissed the bare skin of her arms. The twenty-two year old had not bothered with a jacket this morning and had just thrown on a plain, short-sleeved black crop top, a pair of black cargo pants that she had made adjustments to in order for them to fit her, and some scuffed black boots. It wasn’t an ideal outfit at the moment, but it would just have to do.


    She perched herself on the edge of the building, letting her feet dangle off. While she couldn’t see anyone nearby, she still kept her guard up and her eyes open. After all, it was risky business being here, considering the Stracci gang lurked in this abandoned city.


    ⓒ BOKEH


    XERXES GOLARA

    male | 27 | warrior | stracci


    Xerxes had been out since the early hours of the day, roaming the city by himself for a while. He was a man who enjoyed being alone for the most part. Not that he minded human interaction when he had to. In fact, he almost liked it sometimes. It was just that he was more in tune with a more quiet atmosphere. That said, although he served as a warrior of the Stracci gang, he was often found anywhere, but the camp that they had set up.


    After wandering aimless about for a while, the dark-haired male eventually found an alley way to relax in on the edge of the tree line that led into the forest. The fit brute sat down on some rickety, rusty steps that led up to a door to one of the buildings. So far, he had yet to come across any Cifaretto members or any survivors. However, the warrior knew that if there were any, it would be close to one of the edges of the abandoned city which is why he had posted himself there in the first place.


    Xerxes carefully shifted his body a bit on the steps so that he could see both the entrance of the darkening alleyway and the back of it. He did not want to be surprised should someone else find him here.


    ⓒ BOKEH

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    Jade Wick

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    Jade followed the marks she left on the trees back to the clearing with the cave. Without much care she left the twigs, sticks and logs she collected on the outskirts of the clearing, "I'll come back to those later" she thought as she placed them down.


    In the afternoon sun Jade walked further into the forest, cutting trees on her way. She wanted to explore a bit, "The cave will be a great place to make a camp, its near water, it has shelter... I just gotta find food..." she mumbled to herself absentmindedly. As she walked she became aware that the forest around her was thinning, the gaps between the trees became sparse and some different bushes, trees and flowers covered the ground. Jade slowed her pace, and tried to step lighter, as she became aware of the loss of cover. As she walked, she stumbled upon what seemed to be an house and an overgrown garden.


    House isn't really a good description, it was really a shack that had fallen apart. You could see into the building through the bits of rotten wood. Inside was large tins of paint, nails, seedlings, a lawn mower and a hammer. Almost everything was on the ground, it had clearly been ransacked by someone long ago. Jade walked in and rummaged through the mess, hoping to find something of use. Under a pile of wood cuttings she found a jar with a lid on it, it had some kind of liquid inside that she would have to clean out but it would make a good drink bottle. She kept digging and found an old pistol, mostly metal and it was rusted, no bullets in it, but it could buy her a few seconds if she pointed it at someone. Lastly, she found a box of matches, only 8 where in there, but it would make lighting a fire a lot less stressful and a rusty pot.


    As she left she checked the garden for any food. She dug up six very small carrots, four potato, one slightly rotten cucumber, one lettuce that was overun by bugs and a handful of small tomatos. She didnt pick everything knowing that this was her only source of food, she needed to only pick what she needed. As she picked she became aware of music playing, loudly. She looked around to see where it was coming from and noticed a building in the far distance, one that was not so run down.


    Jade quickly ran in the shed, looking for something to hold her new treasures in. She grabbed some of the old cloth sitting in the corner, shoved her treasures in it, tied up the corners so it made a bag, and started walking home quickly, following the cuts in the trees.


    Only when the music was gone did she slow, and started to walk with newly found confidence, she had found supplies! With a bounce in her step she walked back to the clearing, ready to start a fire and cook her first meal in days.

  • The sun gently filtered down through the trees, just barely highlighting the features of the tree. Rough bark covered the broad trunk, giving it the hard, sturdy look that a tree should have. Then it began to move. Tori stepped out into the small rays of sunshine, mud covered the young males body from head to toe, the streaks that ran down- presumably made by rain, helping him blend neatly into the environment.


    He was tall, muscular, and one could make out the dark black eyes in the middle of the mud splattered face. It was quite the sight if you’d come from a more sheltered place. The man then began walking out of the light once more, making very short movements from tree to tree, touching it with the palms of his hands as he passed.


    The man wore very little clothes either, he seemed to be wearing shorts, a belt armed to the teeth with knives that could’ve been in much better condition, and a cloth rag that covered half his torso, making him seem almost barbaric in the way.

    Despite the look to him, he wasn’t out for trouble. Every time he hit a tree, the man would stop, ears honing in to the area around him. He’d listen for birds, which way was the birds tweeting from? Which way was the wind blowing? Could he hear any snaps? Then he’d move, just another shadow in the forest hugging the trees.


    It was at one of these points when he heard the sound for feet snapping branches. Something was fleeing. Quickly, the man pressed against the tree. Whatever it was ran past, and he waited a few moments before slinking around the other side of the thick trunk. That’s when something caught his interest.


    Ruining his perfect camouflage on the tree, was a scar of white and green. Intrigued, the man looked closer with a grunt. Upon a glance upwards, another tree had the same mark. Then another, and another. Curiosity getting the better of him, the man pressed forwards, slowly following the marks, ignoring the cold breeze that warned of the latening morning. He could afford time, he was fell fed as of late, and knew the forest like the back of his hand anyways.


    Finally, he reached the end of the tracks, and his body froze. In front of him stood another of his kind. It was a rare occurrence, but occasionally he did find them looking for food here, which was right of them. Most of the year around the forest was abundant with supplies, just hidden away in unnoticed places from the human eye.


    The first thing the man looked for was those small thunder sticks that others tended to carry. He actually had managed to get one himself from a defeated foe, but the magic didn’t work for him. However the person in the cave held none, and the only thing they actually had was a knife, similar to a few in his own collection. But his build was stronger by far, whoever this was, they weren’t a threat. Coming to this conclusion, the man pushed himself off the tree and out of cover, crouching in the open and watching to gauge see if she would see him or not. She seemed to be making a home there, and so he wanted to know if she would be aggressive to him in the future, a reasonable thought to have giving his experience with people this far.

  • Cora Angelos

    DANCING IN THE SHADOWS


    It was shockingly silent in the city. There was the occasional crumble as buildings went further into disarray, but it was almost peaceful. Cora allowed herself to relax, blue eyes scanning the streets for anything that might be useful. The small girl climbed up a fire escape, quietly sliding herself through a broken window and doing her best to avoid the shards of glass.A piece grazed her arm and she winced slightly, though it wasn't bad enough for her to worry. Once she was all the way inside, Cora began to examine the room she found herself in. Once upon a time it had been an apartment. Time had certainly done its damage and it was probably unrecognizable and had been sacked time and time again. Still, it was good to be thorough. The brunette started to sort through the piles of debris, glad that she had brought her thick pair of leather gloves. Sometimes she would come across something useful, shoving it into her bag. Staying low to the ground, Cora began to crawl along the floor while turning over pieces of rubble and wood. She soon arrived to something new, her hand landing on a part of it to keep her balance. Slowly raising her gaze, Cora found herself face to face with a dead body in a sitting position against the wall. It was a middle aged man, though it was hard to tell with the blood and signs of decay. Cora threw herself back, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her scream. It was time to go.

    Not taking a moment to think, Cora ran towards the opposite side of the building from which she came, quickly throwing herself out of the window and landing in another alley, breath heaving as she brace her arms against the wall to get control over herself. It wasn't that she had never seen a dead body before. Being apart of the Cifaretto, it was pretty difficult to avoid. However, that was the closest she had ever been to one. Inches had separated their faces. He had probably been there for a couple of weeks and the smell was nauseating. It took all of her effort to not lose her breakfast and Cora took another deep breath, finally standing up straight. As soon as she did so, movement caught her eye, and the girl spun around to the end of the alley, making out a figure. From what she could tell, he was much bigger than her and much stronger. Fear shot through her person. No way that he was a survivor. It was almost like he was looking to find someone. Since he wasn't from the Cifaretto, she could only assume he was Stracci.

    Cora's hand immediately went to the gun on her waistband, though she didn't take it out. Her eyes were widened, though she willed her Cifaretto facade to calm her nerves. She steeled her face as best as she could, sure that hints of fear shone through, before she spoke. "Don't come any closer or I'll... I'll shoot!" Nice one, Cora. Though her voice had been shaking, she rolled her shoulders for good measure and did her best to look threatening.

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    Elliot Flynn

    SIMPLY LIVING RECKLESSLY


    open for interaction aka I'm too lazy to write another post rn

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