banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:13 PM |
Drove by hatred, Nick stabbed the 'pencil' (Wich, though looking like a pencil, has it's lead replaced with a deadly sharp needle,) through the girls face. What a shame, he thought, looking at the now torn features of her face. That was victim #27. The whole class was out. He left the classroom, cleaning the pencil of on his sleeve. All his classmates. All his teachers. And then the rest of the school. To many had wronged him, and his mind had cracked.
The police showed up. But he blended to easily with the other students. No one noticed the stain on his shirt, it was black anyways. The classrooms blinds were closed. The screams had been muffled. When the police man fell, everyone assumed he had tripped in the crowd; But he didn't get up. Screams. Chaos. And a smile across Nick's face.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Something you did, got you to this point. In the forest, on the run. Bullets flying over your head, even as you sleep; but no rest comes to your mind. You are on the brink of insanity, and no one will help you. Trapped in a paradox. They wronged you. You had your simple, simple, revenge. But they came back harder. And now you have no choice. Team up. Get some guns. And make them wish they were never born... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You are in the Canadian wilderness, at the begginging of summer. The military can't get you here, but Canadian Police forces are after you too. Word gets around in a world united, especially if it's united against YOU. What now? You enter a clearing, and as if by fate, so do several others.
CS: N@me: @ge: Gender: Appearance: Items: (A weapon, some food, maybe some money. And other assorted junk) Bio: (Why are running? What did you leave behind?) Extra:
Rules: No ranged weapons yet, and nothing to overpowered. No Godmodding. No controling other peoples characters. (Well, that's a half-lie. You CAN, to the degree that nothing roleplay-changing happens and as long as it doesn't annoy the owner of the character.) What I say goes. My character, Nick, will be the group's leader. Ignore banned people, they're banned. :p |
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Robot304
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:17 PM |
N@me: "Ergo"
@ge: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5,3", 96 pounds. Light brown hair, rumpled and unkempt. Sky blue eyes, Caucasian skin. Several bruises and scratches adorn his skin. His clothes are a ripped and torn blue polo, faded, worn jeans and no shoes.
Items: (A weapon, some food, maybe some money. And other assorted junk) A gun with the magazine empty, still a brutal weapon if used as a bludgeon. Bio: (Why are running? What did you leave behind?)
Extra: "Ergo" is schiziophrenic, and often will say words that no one seems to understand. He has been running for 2 years now, from his home in California to this clearing.
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Robot304
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:21 PM |
CS: N@me: Nick Jacob Jefferson @ge: 14 Gender: M Appearance: Black hair, lightly tanned skin. 5'4 tall. Green eyes. Black long-sleeved shirt. A red vest. Blue jeans. Nike Sneakers. Items: The 'Pencil'. $53. Backpack. 2 Packs of beef jerky. A water bottle. A key that doesn't seem to unlock anything. A radio. Bio: (Why are running? What did you leave behind?) Extra: Has a kinda 'Get outta the way' atmosphere around him, and a bit of an unusual likeness, partilly based on the way he looks. Just, odd. For no reason at all, people feel he looks 'odd'. Sadly, most of those people are no longer with us.
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:24 PM |
(...)
(We both forgot the Bio. Otherwise accepted, but do post the bio, Please) |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:25 PM |
| Bio: A sister. A friend. A pet dog named Rex. And someone else who died because of the same reason that he's running... He forgot things durring his rampage, things he only remembered when the first bullets flew past him. |
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Robot304
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:26 PM |
| Bio: "Ergo" always hated the pills he had to take everyday. They tasted disgusting, and they seemed to do nothing to his schiziophrenia. So one day, he threw them out, and over the next week slowly began to fume with rage. Stealing his father's gun, he entered his classroom, shot 7 students, then put a bullet through his teacher's forehead. He managed to escape the police perimeter and has been running to this point from California ever since. |
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Robot304
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:29 PM |
(Yes. Yes WE CAN) (I really actually only said that because WE CAN sounds like Weekend...) |
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Robot304
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:30 PM |
Ergo
I hobble into the clearing, rubbing my face with a worn out rag. I see another person approaching and quickly dive into the bushes, readying my pistol as a bludgeon. |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:34 PM |
Nick
I smile. But with me, that's never a good thing. There is someone else there. I cannot see more than a hand, but I can teel it's alive. I see his heartbeat. I take out my pencil.
"Wanna draw a picture?" |
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Robot304
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:40 PM |
| I stare at him silently, waiting for him to make another advance towards me. |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:50 PM |
"No? What a pity."
My mind turns. Jackal and Dove. I hate them both. "Hello, I'm Nick." Goes Dove. I swear. That was Jackal. I put my hands in the air, but hold the pencil defensively. Not completely sure who that was, maybe that was me. "I think i'll-" Jackal starts, "Be your friend." Finishes dove, changing the sentence. I can see them, fighting for power. Suddenly, I'm there, as a hunter, and kill them both. Now that i'm in control, I smile, and thriw myself, pencil pointed towards him. |
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Robot304
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:54 PM |
| I scream and roll to my left, trying to dodge his attack. The pencil stabs into my right ankle. |
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ix3Candy
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:57 PM |
CS: N@me: Emma Delaney Chase @ge: Fourteen Gender: Female Appearance: Fair skin, and blonde hair with a red streak in it. 5'2" tall. Big baby blue eyes. A white t-shirt with a brown aviator jacket over it. Black jeans and white trainers. Items: A sharp pocket knife, twenty bucks, a backpack with a water and some snacks in it. Bio: Emma has been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder(Go look it up on Wikipedia). How she got it is an absolutely marvelous question. As a kid, Emma's father and mother weren't there for her. She was left alone to take care of herself and her younger sister. Emma felt sad, and then she felt angry. Of course, it would eventually boil over. As she grew older, she gained friends. She was happy for once. Yet, somewhere deep within Emma...That anger and rage from her childhood still grew, and wanted to break free. It subconsciously created a separate person. Filled with hate who wanted to destroy everything. This gave Emma two personalities. Inside one body. She left behind her little sister and her pet dog, Akila. Extra: Eh...nothing. |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 02:58 PM |
Nick
Jackal is back... But Dove still lays dead. She doesn't seem to revive as quickly as usual. That's bad. Them together is bad, but apart, even worse.
I laugh in an evil tone as he screams. Jackal must be having the time of his life. Stab. Swing. Throw. Stab. Swing. Throw. Stab. Swing. Throw... Jackal's on a roll. |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 03:00 PM |
| (Accepted, and I'll be gone for somewhere between 20-40 minutes. Going t McDonalds.) |
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chichi87
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| 30 Oct 2011 03:09 PM |
N@me: Fayla Driena @ge:11 Gender:Female Appearance: Link-http://www.roblox.com/Chichi87-item?id=55611861 Items: A whip, a bronze k.nife, a backpack filled with pictures of those who wronged me and still have yet to be 'tooken care of', a silver stone shaped like a paw on a golden chain, a million dollars from a stolen bank, a comb, and a photo of a girl with golden hair and hazel eyes like me. Bio: Fayla was rich before she left home and had to run. She refused everything that had to do with richness. Fayla began her rep. as a cutter. Everyone she 'takes care of' is marked by a deep cut filled with black ink. She takes all the belongings the person she takes care of and keeps them for herself. She has a bad rep. for a little girl. Extra: Fayla has a pet ferret named Booie, and a black horse named Midnight.
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Xilirite
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| 30 Oct 2011 03:52 PM |
It's called 'Insanity'. I'm joining in a minute, need to upload a video... |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 04:52 PM |
| (I just got back, But I gotta go. First I'm dragged to a zillion different stores when i'm told it's just a quick trip to Mc Donalds... Now I gotta leave to go to a party D: I'll be back tommarow, unless the moon falls down and only hits MY house.) |
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dudeguy12
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| 30 Oct 2011 05:17 PM |
CS: N@me: Nathan Miller @ge: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: short black hair, grey eyes, tanned skin, grey T-Shirt, dark black jeans, black and white NIKE shoes. Items: A Combat Knife with a silver dragon embroidered in the hilt. Bio: Murdered 13 people. Nathan left behind nothing; his parents had been killed when he was young, which led to his psychosis. Extra: None. |
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Devirox1
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| 30 Oct 2011 05:33 PM |
N@me:Sara Rodgers @ge:17 Gender:F Appearance: Sara has thick brown hair in corkscrew curls, falling below her shoulders. She has wide, chocolate-brown eyes and Caucasean skin. She has a light dusting of beige freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has long legs and a round face. She wears a white and navy blue V-neck sweater and ripped jeans. As for shoes, a pair of worn tennis shoes will suffice. Items: A kitchen knife and some old sticks of gum in her pocket, along with a wad of cash and some coins, maybe $15 or so. Bio: Sara was abused severely by her mother as a child, scarring her and driving her to the brink of insanity. Sara has an insatiable thirst for revenge and suffers from ADD and dyslexia, getting in to fights in her schools, and getting kicked out of them. Although she is certifiably "crazy", she is aware of it. In that sense, she has a grip on reality, waging a war in her head. Extra: |
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lSniperl
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| 30 Oct 2011 05:37 PM |
N@me: Taylor Tichenor @ge: 15 Gender: Male Appearance: Taylor is slender, around the height of 5'10. He has slight build, but very little. He prides himself on being agile, but not too strong. He has dark brown hair that falls into his eyes. His hair is dark, and appears almost black. His hair is cut short at the base of his neck, but his hair falls in whisps into his eyes. His eyes are a deep turquoise that resembles the seafoam that rests atop the ocean. His eyes are almond-shaped, giving him a more of a serious, and deep in thought appeal. His eyebrows are dark, completely black, and are thick. They are usually burrowed, making it look as though he's serious or angry. His skintone is a bit more pale than natural, this being due to the lack of sun. He has a strong jaw and a very small hint of stubble being shown along his jawline. His lips are thin, his lower lip being slightly more full than the upper lip. His lips are a slightly darker pigment than his skin tone. Items: A water bottle, 2 sandwiches, a flashlight, a hunting knife, and a bag of cereal. Bio: He didn't have much of a life, his father was abusive, and his mother died after giving birth to him. He constantly shoplifted, robbed, and even killed someone on his little "spree". Extra: |
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banshee7
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:19 PM |
(I don't feel they are descriptive enough, but that might just be because I have a cut in my left pointer finger that's so deep that I swear I'd be able to see bone if I took off the bandaid. That's what I get for going to a party.)
(I guess they are accepted.) |
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dudeguy12
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| 30 Oct 2011 06:24 PM |
| (Sorry, I just don't feel that I need to go into too much depth. May we begin?) |
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