[size=20pt][glow=black,2,300]in a coat of gold, or a coat of red[/glow][/size]
[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify] It was just an average day when it began. Nothing was off whatsoever; time flowed just as it always did, cars sped along the highways trying to rush to work so they wouldn't be late, and the people standing outside of their department stores with their posters and silly costumes, trying to get the attention of all of the people walking or driving by.
The only unusual thing was that the weather forecast alerted the world that it was to be sunny for the entire week. However, on that day - Tuesday, April 11th - dark clouds littered the skies, threatening harsh storms that were so sudden, it made no sense. So, naturally, there were more people inside of their cars or standing underneath the shelter of the overhanging covers the stores or diners had. Some were trying to get inside of the small stores to try and buy umbrellas if they didn't already have one on them. If they did, then they had nothing to worry about, and they continued walking as if nothing was going on.
If there was anything else that was abnormal about that supposedly ordinary day, it would be how electricity seemed to be a little strange. The traffic lights weren't functioning as they should, and therefore needed men to come stand out in the middle of the streets to guide the cars through. The TVs on display in their department stores or any lights coming from the walls seemed to be iffy as well; the lights would flicker and occasionally go out completely for a couple of minutes, and the TVs seemed to only wish to show static, and thus were turned off so no one would be irritated by the white noise.
Those little things might have been unusual, but nothing to really pay attention to. A sudden storm wasn't common, but it wasn't rare either. Traffic lights and wall electricity being tampered with all over the place wasn't something to freak out about, either, for if there was a sudden storm, then it would be natural for electricity to mess up a little. So, all in all, it was just a normal morning.
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[size=20pt][glow=black,2,300]a lion still has claws[/glow][/size]
[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify] Three different people did three different things at the beginning of their day. Nothing unusual about that, for they had no idea that the others existed. Even if they did, they wouldn't care, for they didn't associate themselves with each other. However, they happened to be in the same general area, trying to get on with their day the best that they could.
[font=verdana][color=black]The first was a boy. Well, more like a man, as he was twenty and trying to finish up the final classes he had to take before he was free from the realm of school. At that current moment, he was sitting on a bench just outside of the large building that was known as the local high school. He didn't have any classes until that evening, so he could enjoy his morning as much as he liked. However, instead of sleeping in as he usually did, he awoke rather early due to noises his roommate was making that ripped him from his slumber a little too early in the morning. Unable to return to his cozy slumber, he had gotten up to go and get a head start on the day. Instead, he found himself hours away from his college, sitting just outside where he used to attend back when he was in school. A hood covered his slightly long black hair and dropped a little over his currently-closed midnight blue eyes. It appeared as if he was asleep, even though he was just daydreaming about things that didn't truly matter to the world.
[font=verdana][color=black]The next I can confidently say is a boy, as he is only in his first year of high school. A young boy of fifteen, sitting in the school's library with his books and bag that is torn up due to constant use. His glasses continuously slipped down his nose, forcing him to lift one of his hands from the computer's keyboard to push them closer to his brown eyes. On occasion, he would find himself biting on his chapped lips due to a subconscious habit - something he intended on breaking during that school year, but to no avail so far. At different times, he would have to lean back in the chair he was sitting on and relax his cramping fingers, most likely pushing his dark brown hair out of his face just so it could fall back into it again. He left it long instead of cutting it like all of his friends did, since he didn't see a reason why he should change his look just because he was going into high school. What mattered were his studies and getting through the year, yes? So, that was what he was going to do. If people called him a dork or a nerd because of his hairdo or glasses, as well as his rather uptight apparel - even when not in school, then let them. He could care less about that stuff.
[font=verdana][color=black]The next two - both being female - are very different in the age factor. The older one, being almost thirty but still maintaining her youth, was obviously one that seemed to struggle with whatever situation she was in. She had the look of both stress and sadness on her face - the face she tried to hide underneath a hood and a scarf. The other seemed all too excited to be wandering around the world instead of being inside of an elementary school, trying to run ahead of her mother, but instead was forced to stay extremely close. The little six year old child appeared to be confused every single time the blonde woman's voice cracked as if she was fighting tears, but her bewilderment would fade away almost immediately whenever something exciting caught her crystal-blue eyes. However, their brisk pace ceased whenever the first sound of thunder was heard, which scared the mother, as they were nowhere near where they lived, and there was no umbrella to be found in her hands. So, the two had to run underneath the shelter the high school provided, waiting there until they could ask for someone to help them get to a better spot. Or - hopefully - just wait for the storm to die off as quickly and suddenly as it came.
These four people did what they were to do on that day. That day that seemed like any other. Was it anything like a normal day? No. No it was not.
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[color=white][font=AR Decode][size=20pt][glow=black,2,300]and mine are long and sharp, my lord[/glow][/size]
[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify][font=verdana][color=black] Just in case if my first post confuses you in any way, let me clear up a few things.
One, I started it by introducing my rather vague characters doing daily things on purpose, as I deemed it wrong for me to try and throw the apocalypse at you suddenly and without a real way to use it for your own post. I will leave anything revolving around the turmoil up to you, so you can get a grip on everything before we begin.
Two, I also purposefully created my characters to be rather vague, so they would be more realistic, in a way. You don't run into someone on the street already knowing their personality and back story, right? So, to keep an air of mystery around my characters, I just threw them into the fray with brief descriptions that will become more detailed as time goes by, and their personalities will become more pronounced, as well as their history and how they got to where they were that day.
Three, I was planning on having an early death - with your permission. Before our characters even have a chance to rest after the first few incidents involving the apocalypse, I was hoping to kill off the mother of the child, therefore leaving only the little girl, the high school boy, and the college man as my three characters - the college man being my 'main' character, as in the one I will not kill off. If you would like to wait for a death, though, I will hold off on killing the woman until later. Your call.
Now, this isn't one of the things to clarify my post, but a suggestion. As this is going to be an apocalypse, it would be terrible for it to take place in the span of a week. In my mind, this entire endeavor will last up to either six months or a year - preferably the latter. We can decide how long this time frame will go later, though.
And with that, I'll end this already-long post, and I will let you get started c:
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[color=white][font=AR Decode][size=20pt][glow=black,2,300]as long and sharp as yours[/glow][/size]
if you could make it, that would be lovely. 
i know my pictures aren't there anymore, but i couldn't find a spot for them when i wanted to use this layout. sorry :c oh, and if you're having trouble reading the text, just let me know and i'll try to change the font to something you can read easier c: