Posts by ddood192

Alright, I finished the Outsider now.

Accepted...

And yeah.... sure.... his life....

Yeah, sure...

Accepted... And I'll make the RP thread tomorrow. I just don't like the internet sometimes.

The Outsider
This is a story of a group of friends, and how they choose to accept an outsider. They aren't a popular group necessarily, but they've been friends for years. The outsider isn't one of them, and from the very moment they converse with him, they find how he isn't exactly, what people would say, normal. Disturbed and troubled are some of the many words discussed about him. Everyone knows he doesn't belong, yet they feel someone needs to give him a chance. The friends agree to take him on a camping trip, where they find things aren't what they seem. How will the react to their discovery about their new friend?

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OOC:
I feel like the entrance of the outsider should come after some others. It would make it more realistic, in a way...

Almost forgot to do this...

HERE is the RP Thread.

Now, I know most of you have some reasons to think zombies come from whatever, but the fact is that it's a lie. It's more commonly known as bio-warfare. It's where someone or, in some cases, something gets infected by a virus that was planted by a group of people to destroy an area or entire countries. It's completely illegal, and everyone has "agreed" to never use it, or create it, But everyone knows that it's happening in secret.

I understand it's been a few years since the Raccoon City Incident, in which I want to assure you that everything was taken care of and controlled. The T and G viruses have been secured and destroyed. Cures have been subjected and successful. Confirming that, there is a new virus that has been created by Neo-Umbrella once again, and it turns out to appear, as we thought, worse than before. The C-Virus has a new way of infecting, and a more depressing factor seems to have been added. It's airborne by a gas that is highly contagious. Breathing it in can change you in an instant. Being bitten is still a factor, so watch you movements, and remain calm. There are signs of mutating forms, but it is uncertain right now how it occurs. I wish I could say words of enlightenment, but all I can say good luck. This has been your emergency broadcasting station, informing you to keep calm and stay alive.

*Required* Forms:

RULES:

[color=black][font=georgia]Once we get 5 people to join, I'll start the RP... And I'll make my Character. I like to see what I'm given before I give. That way, I don't over do, and get no one to join.[/align]

All accepted so far, and I want to say, I am impressed. I thought this would get nowhere...

I want to join, but... Tomorrow. I've been online for a few hours and I'm brain dead. I really do want to enter though.

Sorry if I'm a bother...

[size=36pt].: Deek James Foss :.[/size]
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Lets get to know you
Nickname;;
"I really only go by Deek, but I've heard a variety of labels placed on me."

Gender;;
"Well, I always figured I was masculine. So that means I'm male, but that's only with the logic of the question."

Age;;
"I'm somewhere around seventeen, and that's the best I got."

Personality;;
"To be completely honest, I have no clue why you're asking for my reflect on society. In real life, you meet the person, then you get to know them. Here, you tell someone everything before you meet them. I'm not confirming anything until you meet me. It's hard to trust some, and I'm scared to be seen."

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Life
History;;
"Yeah.... No. I don't think you get the point. I don't walk up to a stranger, and automatically know their entire life. Besides, it's not always easy. Some dig deeper than others, and I just can't."

Disorder(s);;
"Well, I have anxiety attacks and have trouble speaking or relaxing, which is really bad for health. I also have depression, but I don't think it'll show all that much. Oh, and I have guilt, which is a disorder. I feel like this has to be my fault I could have done something to help, and I just didn't."

Strengths;;
"I don't weigh much, around 120 to be exact, and I'm 5'9". I'm quite too, which could help in several situations. I feel as though this wasn't enough, but I don't know what else. I'm not modest or looking for the attention, but that's it."

Weaknesses;;
"I panic, and it backfires. There are things I do that make no sense to me, which I end up messing up. I can't speak to people well, but I try. I'm not dumb, though sometime I wish I were. Weapons don't work right with me, but I still use them. Hurting myself? Yeah, but I don't always do it on purpose. I'm just stupid..."

Rank;;
"I... Uh... want to be a guard. I know weapons aren't my specialty, but I can still use them. I know how to shoot it. It's the other stuff I end up scrambling."

Crush;;
"Private... but I don't have one to be honest."

Other;;
"I have a song..."
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Tell me.. Who is beyond this screen
Username;;
ddood192

Display;;
(>Insomniac<)

Name you prefer to go by;;
I prefer Insomniac

Other;;
I'm not always on. I don't hover around the computer all my life, and I'm on when I'm on.

Thanks...
I think I'll need a recap on the RP thread though. Should I ask here or there?

I'll ask there and see what I get.

OOC:
Hey, I'm new here, and need a recap on what's going on.

IC:

Bump...

Hey, I was curious to ask if I could start outside the group. I can't think about how to start any other way, and I have a great idea on how to start it outside.

Deek James Foss

IC: The moist air of outside leaked into the small shaped room, holes where the roof had given in months ago, and the water droplets grew. Dampness around the ground and an unusual amount of noise came from the lot just outside. From inside it was still just as loud as it normally appeared, hut there was the sound. A clink. A pace of unusual sounds that never occurred. Well, at least not for a long time. It was human. It was not the average occurrence for the area, and this bothered Deek. he was only 17, but he was alone. Life wasn't fair to him, though it wasn't fair to anyone anymore. The surprising thing was how he was even alive after being abandoned a while back, but there was something different too. No one could be trusted. Luckily for him, no one came around anymore, but there was the sound again. Just outside the room, inside the building, the noise of other beings moving. It wasn't like the usual dead. It was alive. His eyes peeked through the broken window and boarding to catch even the slightest of glances. There in the middle of the lot, a parked RV was being scavenged through, and this took him.

Options appeared, growing with roads that lead to different places. Should I trust these thieves? Yes, thieves, he called them. Everyone takes. Everyone stole. Or are they someone I can trust? (Can I even trust myself?) With a quick recap on his thoughts, he glanced at the movement, and now speaking. What if they're here to harm me? What if they harm me? I can't let it happen... I can... He paused his thoughts to correct any error inside him, then came back to it. I can take them. I can-No, will kill them. They could be the dead in disguise. I have to do it.

Being so light and thin, he made little noise, even with the puddles collecting on the ground. By now he had moved from the room inside the dealer ship office building to behind a nearby car. The car was a bit old and 'outdated', yet it probably ran better than anything else out there. There was a definite reason to the two thieves wanting the RV, but it wasn't clear yet. With the pouring rain, visibility was low, and the sound of the two voices even lower. Ok, so a few yards away, two people, who I'm going to say are probably either male or female (If they're even still alive). Hopefully they aren't armed or anything too major, and I can take them... Or accidently kill myself. His breathing had speed up, along with his heart, and he looked away to settle down some. He slipped to the next vehicle, then the next and the next. Now there was only a few feet to the side of the RV, which the two were on the other side of. His mind instantly remembered he would need a weapon of some sort, when his eyes caught glimpse of about two feet of rebar in the ground. Gripping it, he took a second to get it loose and slip it out. Still, it was silent besides the two thieves. Quickly and silently he repositioned himself behind the RV, and out of site of the two. He began to notice that, though it was barely anything, it moving slightly. He ignored it as he approached the corner, and noticed the two had moved closer. He personally didn't care or know these people, and wished not to by his views. He got in position to move, and go out, then moved again. The closer he was, the better chances of him getting out. He was ready to swing, and was holding the rebar tight, making sure nothing could go wrong. He wasn't exactly strong, which meant, he could barely do damage. He knew he would need to hit multiples of times. First thing was to knock down the two, and he knew it wouldn't happen. As he approached one of them, closing his eyes, he swung as hard as he could, hoping it would be successful.

Deek James Foss

IC: Shock? Eh, maybe, but it might have actually been the rebar, once in his hands, had been knocked from his hands. The vibration of the contact burned the palms, the rebar slightly scratching the surface of his palms. It was true he stood there, and perhaps he stayed too long. He only stood there as if nothing would happen. No reaction. No care. His head seemed to over think the situation, or maybe it just didn't want to accept the failure that occurred. There were more than originally thought, and that single fact drove him insane. Inside, he wanted to disappear. Run away from it all, probably die in the aftermath too, but he couldn't. The immediate reaction he played, besides standing there, was to get away. He was out numbered, and the odds didn't turn in his direction. It wasn't pain nor was it death that retained him from just lying down to give up. He didn't quite know what it was. maybe he didn't want to either, but in the end he'd discover the truth. a knife was clearly pointed out on her, and he definitely wouldn't get a chance to run with her in the way. The moment she turned, he knew there wouldn't be another chance to escape. He still had the objective set in mind for ridding of the thieves, but it wasn't fully gripped. He had only the slightest of clues to how many there were, and all he could do was guess.

His motions appeared quick to him, but noisier than he normally was. Caring wasn't the case anymore. In a moment she'd return her gaze to find him running anyway. His feet hit the soaked concrete at regular speed, slowed only by the rain and visibility. There was something different in the feeling he received as he turned the corner. There was something there. Something dead. Deek continued to move on, jumping behind the closest car as he though he was far enough away to not be seen anymore. His breathing was still sharp and he found himself drenched. Something in a dark form jumped on him suddenly, almost as an animal would to attack. It sort of sounded like one too, but there was something to it that he new it couldn't be an animal. his hands and arms extended out to reject the creature from doing any harm, receiving plenty of scratches. It clawed and spoke unnoticeable frequencies in tone. It wasn't human, yet was in the shape and form of one. Biting and clawing was what its attacks were, and they seemed to be enough. "Fuck-fuck-fuck... Get the hell off me!" He finally yelled, fighting the beast. He never encountered these things. Only saw them outside and in the distance. They were friendlier if they didn't know you exist. Escape one disaster... and fall straight into another.

He couldn't fond the strength anymore to hold the body away, and he didn't feel any need to. it was something he couldn't escape. No one really could unless they knew how to. He was an idiot, as the stranger said before. He cam out alone, wanting to resolve one problem, and found another. He didn't even carry a weapon. How pathetic am I? I'm so stupid, and it's all over now. He tightened his eyes so he wouldn't see what happened. he didn't want to see the mess and mulch he would become. The creature was completely on him, and he began to feel the breath seeping from the mouth of it, the teeth resting on his throat. Before he knew anything else, or felt if the bite came, he seemed to shut off. His body limp, and unconscious.

Deek James Foss

IC:
No hesitation. No pausing. Not even a sign of thought to it, and the teeth sank deep into his throat. The wound grew, as the blood leaked out, running down his chest through his shirt. What you may think is that he's unconscious, which means he doesn't have any knowledge of it. You'd be wrong in many ways. It was, for example, as if you were asleep and someone began heart surgery on you. The teeth clenched on his throat, and he could imagine it all, with small ideals. He imagined someone hearing, or seeing from nearby, and saving him, but in reality, no one knew or wanted to help. The situation could have gone worse, killing him, or maybe it could have gone better by killing him. In the end, something removed the it. It released its clenched mouth, pushing him to the side as something better came by, or more drove on by. In all his attempts to stop it, he had failed. Though he knew he had before, it was apparent now how it had all been for nothing. He suffered the loss in all, and it was his fault, his responsibility.

When a few minutes passed, something awoke Deek. Perhaps the fact that he was simply still breathing, or maybe the fat that he heard unusual noises again. He heard something that he never really ever heard before, but it didn't mean it was necessarily bad. The sound of pattering hooves close by, but not exactly close. It was enough to awaken him from his 'rest' though. How am I still alive? Why am I still alive? Blood still pooled in his throat, and it felt more along the lines of a burning acidy feeling. He didn't know whether it meant anything or not, but he had to move, or he'd die there and then for sure. After a few moments of trying to lift his own body weight, he finally made it to his feet, though it wasn't long until he stumbled over. Pounding was roaming the insides of his head, and the whites of his eyes were red, he guessed from everything that happened. He yearned for a certain something, yet could pinpoint the exact necessity at hand. As he moved slowly past a few cars, he tripped on the asphalt in front of him. Where am I even going? The bleeding never stopped, and it needed to be fixed, or at least stopped for now. He had nothing, and no clue on how to do it if he had the supplies. It was a short run, and he eventually collapsed in the street once more. This time he was fully awake, yet he was weak and tired.

His entire life was a battle of shit. No matter what path was taken, or decision rightly made, he always ended up on the side where no one belongs. He always landed on the verge of living hell, and yet it felt somewhat pleasing to at least know he was to expect it. He didn't have to worry when it would come, but that it would. He laid with his eyes gazing up, seeing there was still the muggy approach the day gave. He welcomed it, yet wished it was different. Everything was to change for him, and he knew it would, but never knew it would be this. I guess they were all right. I'm going to lose everything before I knew what to do. The simple thought reminded him of something he had always been told. He wasn't worth much, and he would lose everything before he knew the answers. Of coarse that was years ago, and he hadn't really thought about it, but it was somewhat true, and lived up to it's potential.

Deek James Foss

IC:
The air of outside was beginning to cool from the vanished sun, and what normally wouldn't have affected him, caused him to feel as though it were below freezing. Perhaps it was odd, but to him, it frightened him. The very fact that he was still down was enough to scare him, but when something so slight affected him so much, he nearly wanted to disappear more than ever. The pain never numbed down a single percent, but it simply just dulled into him. It was still there, and it burned and destroyed him inside, but it morphed to him. Sounds and colors mixed and danced in swirls around the outer edges of his mind and inner thoughts. What's happening? What's occurring here? I'm slipping, and I feel the drop off point approaching.... I'm not worth it... The wound wasn't getting better, and if anything, it was growing worse. Strange how some think about whether the were infected afterwards, yet he never even took a moment to reflect on the option of that. Instead, he thought on what was happening. He sensed void deepening, but it never occurred to him. The sound of motion was apparent, sneaking upon him. It wasn't until the solid structure of the crossbow touched his chest.

What... Uh... No. Someone's here to kill me now. I'm dead now, and I can't even protest it... Shit, my head hurts. The words formed in his head, beginning to attempt to speak, but the sounds couldn't be formed. Only slight moans leaked, following his breathing deeply. He found his muscles too weak to even move, and even his eyes closed, darkness invading his view. After a second, something eventually found it's way out, and yet it wouldn't be easy. "No..." He faintly released, and he laid there, waiting for the shot that would end his life.

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When I get a picture, I'll post it. I don't have one at the moment.

Deek || James || Foss

Gender:
Masculine(Male)

D.O.B.:
December 24, 1997

Mental Hospital:
Angelou Mental Institution

Mental Illness:
Major Depression/Self Harm

Please allow the student to answer the following questions.

Nicknames:
Just Deek

Likes:
Punk, Green Day, Darkness, Quiet, Guitar, Disappearing

Dislikes:
Being mean, Bullies, Harming people, Weapons, Life, Reality, Family

Pets:
None

Sexuality:
Straight

Strengths:
Knowing life isn't fair, Knowing death is more to reality than life, Smart yet stupid, plays guitar

Weaknesses:
Talking, Conversing, Girls, Smart yet stupid, Shy

Anything else you would like to include:
Not really...