OOC: Flat Faced Wolf and Chaos Dragon!!! Both really destructive things. Hmm.
Anyways, I was brought here by your other thread with the link and this sounds like an amazing RP (full of awesomeness!). I know it said to just jump right in, no forms required, so I will, but first can I have a recap of all that has gone on? Even if it's just the most important or more recent stuff, it would be helpful. Thanks!
OOC: Thank you! Okay, I'm going to spend the next...while...reading these pages. It might be a little bit before I write my first post because of that.
The young man clambered over the demolished concrete wall. He was making his way through the rubble strewn remains of what he assumed used to be a parking garage. It was hard to tell when there were only a few remaining concrete as reminders of what it once was.
As he jumped over the crumbling wall and hit the ground, his small drawstring backpack slammed against his side with a dull thud. Contained within his bag was nothing more than a small can of mushrooms and a few small bandages he had discovered in his numerous searches.
Once he was clear of the mess of concrete remains, the young man raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Looking around, he saw nothing except for the remains of what used to be humans.
When looking upon the twisted and horrible remains, most people would look away in horror and in pain. He didn't. He felt no emotion whatsoever upon viewing these scenes, for he had trained himself not to feel. His mind felt no compassion, no care for anything except for survival.
Feeling was only a weakness, and the weak don't survive.
With one last glance around to check for any more potential supplies, he turned and continued on his way.
The young man continued picking his way through various debris until the unexpected happened. The wind was blowing in his direction and amid the whistling of the wind, he picked out a new sound. The undeniable, yet unintelligible sound of murmuring human voices.
Lately, all the he had seen of people were screaming and writhing in agony or dead. Mostly dead. Whenever he found one of those poor souls in raging pain, he did the most humane and unfeeling thing he could think of: He put them out of their misery.
He had struggled with this at first, back when he had still cared, but this emotion was soon suppressed. His reasoning was that these people needed aid which he could not provide. They would only slow him down and he was living off of an exceedingly minimal amount of rations, barely enough to survive. If he took pity on these people, not only was he prolonging their inevitable deaths, but he was ensuring his own death as well. He supported himself, and that was all that was possible. Whatever it took to survive.
Upon hearing the muffled voices carried across the wind, he instantly fell into a crouching position, so as not to be seen. He spotted a slab of concrete that jutted slightly out of the ground, so as to create a barely noticable overhand, barely large enough to fit a human. Crawling slowly, he made his way over until he was completely concealed beneath the slab.
His hand cautiously gripped the handle around his larger hunting knife, which was strapped around his waist. He carried one other knife, tucked in his boot in the back. These two items, as well as the meager contents of his drawstring backback and the clothes on his back, were the only possessions he had.
And then, he waited.
OOC: What if MacKenzie took him by suprise, cutting him with her pocket knife or something?
I would like to join!
Name: Silverstorm
Gender: She-Cat
Rank wanted: Warrior
Appearance: A sleek silver she-cat with white splotches on he paws, tail, and muzzle. Her eyes are a very light, icy blue that can have a piercing effect sometimes.
Personality: She is very outgoing and opinionated. While she can seem very adversarial at times, she actually has a fun loving spirit.
Short history: After being lost from her old Clan as an apprentice, Silverstorm wandered into the camp of CyanClan and has been there ever since.
Crush/mate/kits: None
Other: Nuttin'
The young man froze, and stood stock still. How could he have been so stupid? It had slipped right past his mind to check for a back entrance to his hiding spot.
Judging by the voice, it was a young woman, in her mid to high teens. He knew that in a one on one fight, he would have no problem taking her down. He also recognized something else in the voice. It was slightly harsh and accusing, but not threatening. It merely sounded defensive. This situation hadn't occured for him yet. Every single live human he'd found was either near death, or very hostile. A decision came to him then: This situation was no different, he had to survive.
"Survivor, yes.", he said clearly, his back still turned to her, "But who I am, that's up for you to decide." Without any hesitation, he whipped around and advanced quickly towards the young woman, his knife drawn.
Silverstorm sat beneath the highrocks, listening intently. She agreed wholeheartedly with everything her leader said. She had heard the words of the prophecy, but they seemed almost an unintelligible jumble. She looked up to her leader for her next words.
OOC: It might be helpful to now what's going to happen, that way we can sort of be on the same page. Maybe just without all of the cooler and more dramatic details to give it some suspense.
He stopped moving towards the girl. She could recognize when she was in over her head, and that showed him that she was a survivor, just like he was. While she wasn't the biggest or the strongest, she had an air about her: an instinct that showed her will to live.
In truth, his advance had been a test. He would have thought her stupid to move forward and attack him. He would have immediately left the scene and moved on, leaving her to herself. But this time it was different. Because she showed him her survivor's instinct, he figured she could be a valuable asset in this battle to live.
"You've got smarts and willpower.", he said gruffly. "That's good. It'll keep you alive longer."
After swiftly depositing his knife in his belt, he extended a hand to help her up. A hand roughened by this harsh way of life.
OOC: About how old is McKenzie?
OOC: Oh, okay. My character is around 22-23-ish.
IC: "I have no intentions of killing you, that is, unless you attack me. Self defense of course.", he said with a slight shrug.
He stopped for a moment, studying the landscape around them just this morning, he had been wondering if he was now completely alone in the world: the last to survive. Seeing this girl, another survivor, gave him just the smallest inkling of hope, but he soon squashed this. He would not succumb to his emotions and get himself killed. He soon returned from his thoughts.
Just then he realized he had heard multiple voices when the wind had come in his direction. Turning to her, he urgently asked, "Are there more?" More survivors meant a better chance of survival for himself, which was all that concerned him at the moment. And if they were anything like this girl, they would be He glanced back over his shoulder, warily looking for others.
He listened intently to McKenzie speaking. The other girl, who she called Etain, seemed like she might have near the samewillpower as McKenzie. The man, on the other hand, only seemed weak in his opinion. From what he heard, the other man was soft, caring, and bound to get himself killed over things that couldn't be fixed. After studying their stances a few seconds more, he realized that the other girl was standing the way she was to shield the man. She might not be as resilient as he first thought.
Standing still, he said nothing as he watched the exchange between the two girls. He found some tension in their voices, but it was only natural in a situation like this. He glanced quickly around, just to remain alert.
OOC: I'm not going to be posting for a while today, and most likely not later tonight. I've got some type of cold and I can't stop coughing for more than a few seconds at a time. Sorry!
Name:
Alexander Maudelaur (Alex)
Stage Name:
He prefers to go by his last name when performing.
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Talent:
Generation of Force Fields
Relationships:
None, he has lost contact with his parents.
Personality:
Alex tends to be on the loud side most of the time. On and off stage, he can be quite outgoing, and even a bit of a lady's man. While he does seek these romantic endeavors, many times he just ends up embarrassing himself some way or another. Despite his obnoxious personality, he can actually be sweet and caring, but it takes a lot of work to get that side to come out.
History:
He lead a content, happy life until the age of 13, when his power was discovered. His parents, worried their child had mutated through some form of radiation, turned him over to who they thought to be the authorities. It was actually a representative from the Cirque. Since then he has traveled with the troupe.
Looks: 
Other:
Nuttin'
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Name:
Isabelle Virella
Stage Name:
The Angel of Death
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Species:
Avian Human
Talent:
She has large midnight black wings sprouting from either shoulderblade. While this gives her the ability of flight, she also has the advanced vision of most bird species.
Relationships:
She hasn't really ever had a family. She never really knew her parents.
Personality:
When most people who know her are asked to use one word to describe her, "Sarcastic" is almost always the immediate response. She is extremely intelligent and witty, and she knows it. She finds amusement in outwitting others and confusing them with her words. Under pressure, she tends to just take off, flying to escape her problems and think things over.
History:
She was orphaned at a young age and never grew to know her parents. While at the orphanage, she was recruited by the Cirque after a series of mishaps with the other children. These involved both slapping other kids with her wings, as well as carrying them to ridiculously high places when they stole her few precious belongings.
Looks:
But human instead of anime.
Other:
Nuttin' again.
OOC: Can Isabelle be cabinmates with Alyssa?
IC: Alex wandered into the kitchen car in search of breakfast. Opening a small cabinet he discovered an unopened box of rice krispies. After grabbing a bowl and the milk, he pulled up a chair to the end of the booth where Felix and Ash sat. "Morning.", he greeted them. The milk flooded into the cereal producing the familiar, satisfying popping noise. He took a spoonful and glanced around the kitchen car.
The young man shook his head softly. "They're going to get all of us killed.", he muttered under his breath. Reluctantly, he began walking towards them. They were more protected if they stayed as a group, rather than two separate little pods. His boots gripped the dust-ridden landscape to give him traction.
Just like he had thought, the other man was unstable, acting on a moment's whim. Those unrestricted feelings he had made him volatile, like a ticking time bomb, waiting to detonate.
He couldn't help but retain a feeling of dread, that he shouldn't have come with these strangers. The wind continued to blow around him, sending little airstreams of ash and dust scurrying across the landscape. Turning to McKenzie, he called, "You coming?"
Alex grinned as Alyssa paraded around the kitchen in her usual, cocky, model walk. "Why Alyssa, don't you look simply ravishing this morning?", he gushed. Even though he knew nothing would likely happen between them, he still enjoyed a good flirt every now and then. He took another large bite of his rice krispies, which were still instantaneously popping.
Isabelle walked slowly down the hallway to the kitchen car, stretching her raven black wings the best she could within the restricted corridor. When she arrived at the Kitchen Car's door, she peered through a small window in the door. From her viewpoint, she could see the booth which held Felix and Alex. From the look on Alex's face, she could tell that Alyssa had already entered the car as well. She gave a small sigh as she contemplated the risks of entering, or staying put until someone left. If she entered, she would have to endure Alex's incessant obnoxiousness, coupled with Alyssa's, well, Alyssa-ness, but if she stayed here, she would starve. With her decision made, she sat down against the wall, hoping one of them would leave before her stomach's growls turned to roars.
OOC: Sounds like a good plan! Would you rather have Silverstorm be one of the ill cats, or one of the ones who ventures out?
IC: Silverstorm agreed, her head nodding vigorously. Her tail swished back and forth at the thought of a puzzle to solve.
Alex's face was plastered with a huge grin, watching Alyssa leave the room.
Isabelle hadn't moved when Alyssa nearly stumbled over her. She glared intensely at her robe-clad back as their cabin door clicked shut. She had heard the entire conversation. Finally deciding to enter the kitchen, she opened the door slowly. She grabbed a granola bar from a box on the counter and sat next to Naomi. Turning to Alex, she said, "It's disgusting you know, what just happened between you two."
"Can you blame her for looking like a goddess?", Alex replied after finishing his bowl of cereal.
Alex nodded over to Naomi. "That may very well be, but us guys are simple minded beings. A pretty face and we just about fall over ourselves.", he added with a smile, not really into the conversation, but thinking of thoughts elsewhere. He dropped his spoon into his bowl with a slight clink and deposited the bowl into a sink. Stepping lightly around a table, he made his way to the door.
Before he could exit, Isabelle deftly cut ahead of him and pushed open the door. She refused to let these two idiots, Alex and Alyssa, be alone. Before Alex could exit the kitchen, she had already entered her shared cabin with Alyssa. After a quick leap, propelled with a slight boost from her wings, she landed against the wall on her bed, just waiting for Alex's inevitable arrival. Isabelle already knew that Alyssa would be pretty freaking angry with her, but she could deal with that.
Moments later, a series of light knocks came from the door, presumably Alex waiting on the other side. He was unaware of Isabelle's quiet entrance ahead of him.
Alex grinned, his heart rate accelerating slightly. After pushing back one of the stands of hair from her face, he nodded. "I'm sure we can work something out.", he said softly. He wasn't sure if it was just overall attraction he felt to Alyssa, or if she was just working her Siren talents, but she looked absolutely voluptuous to him. Leading her to the end of the hallway by his hand, he opened his unlocked door with the other.
Isabelle sat alone upon her bed in her bedroom. There went her plan to stop Alex and Alyssa. She sighed. She couldn't stop them even if she wanted to. After a few more seconds of contemplation, she returned to the kitchen car and sat next to Naomi again.
Isabelle's eyes got an evil look in them. After glancing around to make sure the kitchen car was completely clear, she said, "Indeed, I think it does. What did you have in mind?" She already had a million different possibilities running through her brain.
Alex was enticed over to his bed, her beauty and seductiveness putting almost a trance-like affect on his mind. His thoughts were completely envoloped in this woman sitting upon the edge of his bed. As he neared, he embraced her, drawing little circles on her skin. With a slight laugh, he softly kissed her cheek, his arms wrapping around her waist.
Meanwhile, Isabelle hopefully awaited Naomi's maniacle response.
When he realized her intent, Alex began leaning backwards, his upright position finally overcome. Alex's hands wrapped around her face as he descended backwards onto his bed, Alyssa mostly on top of him. He continued passionately kissing her, low guttural sounds escaping from the back of his throat. He could taste the sweet flavor of the many layers of lipstick on her lips, and some of the glitter that had been applied to her eyelids cascaded onto his face.
Isabelle nodded as she followed. "Those both sound good. Although the tigers may eat them. Let's just stick with the fire. We'll give their romance a burning passion! With all that make up she's got slathered all over her face, she might just combust."
OOC: So are Naomi and Isabelle going to set them on fire? XD It gives a whole new meaning to a firey kiss!
