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| 22 Mar 2014 09:38 AM |
I know, I know. I'm an idiot.
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The train trundles along, heading for your new 'home'. Looking around it looks like you're heading through, well, what used to be a forest. Looking around you see a few other passengers, no one looking particularly interesting. Your mind suddenly turns up blank, 'Where was I from again?'. You knew something with the water was dodgy, but ignored it.
You see it's happening to everyone else, they appear to be clutching their heads in pain. Trying to remember who you are is proving a difficult task.
The train pulls to a stop. You were here, wherever you we're. As your vision refocusses you see a Large man in a dark uniform. He has a Gasmask like helmet on his head and a datapad in his hand. He suddenly calls out "Citizen. Apply."
Who we're you again...?
"Age?"
The man then asks "Give me a brief physical description," his mask making his voice sound distorted.
He scribbles it down on the datapad and continues "From?"
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Rules:
Good Grammar
Ignore trolls, at all costs.
I AM THE LAW!
'It isn't in the rules!' is not an excuse
Romance is allowed to a certain level. No Rumpy Pumpy.
No godmodding
No Mary sues/Gary Stus
Put 'The Combine' in other if you've read this.
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Enemies:
Civil Protection
The Overwatch
Synchs
Zombies
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Allis:
The resistance
Vortigaunts (Depends on how nice the Vortigaunt is.)
Other Citizens.
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Sorry if this seems a little derpy. I'm used to writing ISRPs, not normal RPs.
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| 22 Mar 2014 09:54 AM |
(Hello. :) Here's my character sheet.)
The train pulls to a stop. You were here, wherever you we're. As your vision refocusses you see a Large man in a dark uniform. He has a Gasmask like helmet on his head and a datapad in his hand. He suddenly calls out "Citizen. Apply."
Who we're you again...?
I stopped and pondered for a moment, memory remarkably fuzzy. I would have bothered to search my seemingly pitiful mind further, but I began to feel the man's gaze burning with spite as the minutes passed. "T...Tara?" I finally sounded out, moulding together sounds to form what seemed like an acceptable name, though I knew very well it was not my birthname. However, it had sounded more like a question rather than a statement. "Tara Gibson."
"Age?"
Oh, the inquisition never ended, now did it? "Questionably 20?" I trilled with compulsion, blinking slowly as I watched for a reaction. It was a silly thing to do, though. Gasmasks had no readable expressions.
The man then asks "Give me a brief physical description," his mask making his voice sound distorted.
Giving my hands a swift glance and pulling a lock of my hair into my field of vision, I took a moment before replying. "It appears I have black hair." I chuckled lightly before moving on, "Ah... caucasian? And debate-ably... brown eyes."
He scribbles it down on the datapad and continues "From?"
"A small town without a name." I reply smoothly. Hopefully that'd be enough information, although vague. My memory was drawing a blank. How unfortunate.
(Not sure where to put this, but: The Combine)
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:03 AM |
| The man flicks his head side-ways, urging you to move along. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:10 AM |
I stare, dumbfounded for a moment before my brain registers the gesture a few seconds later. "Oh!" I blurt out, quite embarassed as my feet shuffle and carry the rest of my body towards the area I was motioned towards. "What an odd place!" I mutter beneath my breath.
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:19 AM |
You walk along the filthy, scum-ridden train station platform. Looking around, its pretty easy to see that nobody likes those gas-mask guys much, what were they called? Oh yea! Combine! But taking a good look at the graffiti, no-one likes them much.
You walk for about a minute before reaching some sort've checkpoint. A man is talking to one of the Combine, the man is given a strip of paper and moves through the barriers. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:25 AM |
I stare after the man after he makes his way through the checkpoint. After a short wait in line, I reach the masked man - or woman, it's hard to tell with their faces being covered up - or as the townies put it, "Combine". "Mornin'." I offer politely, obviously intimidated.
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:32 AM |
| He doesn't even look at you as he says, "Tara Gibson, around twenty. From an unknown small town. Your serial number is now 0184, if any officer asks you to apply you must give this number and your name." He scribbles something down on the datapad ushers you along. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:34 AM |
"0184. Gotcha." I repeat. Pushing past the barriers like the man had done I begin to chant the number quietly. "There is no way I am ever going to remember this... this... 'serial'? Oh dear..."
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:35 AM |
(I found some flukes in the enemies and a question - What are synchs? And Overwatch and CP are virtually the same thing. CP is just a small law enforcement branch of overwatch.)
Who we're you again...? Dan Mason
"Age?" 24
The man then asks "Give me a brief physical description," his mask making his voice sound distorted. 6'1", medium-length dark brown hair and a dark stubble. Standard civilian clothes, blue jumpsuit and brown boots.
He scribbles it down on the datapad and continues "From?" Aperture Science, Research Facilities. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:39 AM |
(Thank you for pointing that out, I need the critique! :D)
The Combine scribbles all of this down on the datapad, you had to wait a while behind that woman who couldn't even remember her own name! But that's probably the water, you feel glad you didn't drink it.
The combine head twitches to the left, signalling for you to move along. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:41 AM |
{Tara}
You move along, walking past a combine who is talking to a Citizen. You stare for a little to long and unholsters a stick. He says in a loud voice, "Citizen. Apply." as the stick flickers to life. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:45 AM |
(Just a heads up, this is an ISRP set with multiple people, so if lots of people join, it's going to be a real pain in the neck to keep this alive.)
I walk forwards to the booth and examine the head of the combine, having the emblem of Overwatch printed on the left side of his head and his deep red visor, closing his eyes away. He stares at me awkwardly. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:48 AM |
I stumbled backwards a bit, daunted by the sudden act. What was it again? 0194? 0172? "Tara Gibson, 018...4?" I offer wishfully. My thoughts race as I stare at the intimidating stick and I can only imagine what will happen next. 'Sheesh, maybe it is bad to point or stare in public.'
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:48 AM |
| (Ima limit it to three until I get more experience.) |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:55 AM |
{Tara}
He says, "Loitering in public would usually get you a ticket. But I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you off with a warning." He re-holsters his stick and goes back to talking. You quickly move along to avoid getting electrocuted.
{Dan}
The Captain looks at his datapad and says "Dan Mason, twenty four. Your serial number is 185, if an officer asks you to apply say your name and this number. Move along." he sounded like he was reading that off a piece of paper. He ushers you along and takes the man behind you next. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 10:58 AM |
The train trundles along, heading for your new 'home'. Looking around it looks like you're heading through, well, what used to be a forest. Looking around you see a few other passengers, no one looking particularly interesting. Your mind suddenly turns up blank, 'Where was I from again?'. You knew something with the water was dodgy, but ignored it.
You see it's happening to everyone else, they appear to be clutching their heads in pain. Trying to remember who you are is proving a difficult task.
The train pulls to a stop. You were here, wherever you we're. As your vision refocusses you see a Large man in a dark uniform. He has a Gasmask like helmet on his head and a datapad in his hand. He suddenly calls out "Citizen. Apply."
Who we're you again...? It's-My name is Ian Macintyre "Age?" I'm 37..wait no. 34? Eh,39? Oh. Yes! I'm 38 years old.
The man then asks "Give me a brief physical description," his mask making his voice sound distorted. I'm 6'2? No,6'3. I weigh 175 pounds. I've got grey eyes. I'm caucasian. I've got dark blonde hair. I've also got some slight stubble.
He scribbles it down on the datapad and continues "From?" It's..I was born in a city in new jersey..what was it? Oh right. Jersey city.
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:00 AM |
As I shuffle along quickly, oddly bulky shoes scraping the ground, I can only imagine what would've happened had he been in a bad mood. It begins to sink in now, that I have no idea where to go. A new home, yes, but not a very welcoming one it seems. Speaking of home... "I wonder if I even have one. It's probably on 0184th street." I chuckle quietly as I move along, doing my best to appear nonchalant.
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:02 AM |
{Ian}
The combine looks up at you and says, "I think you mean City 36," he moves his hand left in a 'shoo shoo' motion. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:08 AM |
(Swmachoodoo, Ima admin you. Since you we're the first person to join. If I go offline, keep the forum going.)
{Tara}
You walk up to the nearest apartment building and walk inside. You see a man that looks... different from the rest of the people you've seen so far, for one he's wearing a white shirt instead of the ugly prison-like shirts you are wearing. He asks, "What's your name?" |
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:09 AM |
{DAN MASON}
I step away from the booth and enter the main hall of the train station. A few people in the same jumpsuit as me along with the boots.
I find myself sitting down on a bench inside of the station with my head clamped between both of my hands and trying to avoid the past.
The Combine killed everybody in my old town. It wasn't much, but it was the only thing I had left, the same with most others there.
Minutes pass and I eventually cool off. |
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:13 AM |
(Alright, but my activity on the forum tends to be sporadic. I'll do my best. c;)
"Tara Gibson." I reply steadily. A moment later, I realized I hadn't mentioned my serial number; I wasn't quite used to relaying four numbers over and over again. "Oh... uhm. 017- no wait... wait... 0184."
My hands found each other behind my back and clasped together, figners intertwined tightly as I braced myself for a reaction. Hopefully it'd be less "robotic".
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:14 AM |
| (Ah, what the heck! Sgt you can now join, but only you!) |
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| 22 Mar 2014 11:16 AM |
| (I'm an idiot, I forgot you'd already joined! XD.) |
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