AHeartlessNobody

I Am Number Four rp

Hi, I'm going to keep this short and simple. What I require:
1.An advanced roleplayer who can post at least 2 paragraphs per character(thought more is preferred).
2. You must have read at least up to The Rise of Nine. Though it is preferred you have read Fall of Five.
3. Post at least once every day or so.
4. Be able to help with ideas for the rp.
5. Be able to play both genders.

If you are interested in talking about a plot for the rp with me, please pm me.

Five Nights at Freddy's

Cassie smiled brightly when Mike was so open to speak to her about his friends and such a normally at work he was always so with drawn. At least, with all their other co-workers he was like that. With how upbeat Cassie was though, she always managed to get him talking to her, "It's nice to meet you both as well." She said, giving another short wave before she walked into the office now, taking a seat on the floor, smiling brightly, "So...what are you all doing in here so late?" It was surprising that he had brought people with him to his night shift, especially since his shift was from midnight until six in the morning.

"We're working on writing a really cool story for out lit class at college." Jackson, who had been pretty quiet other than a small hi to the blonde, busy writing down what Mike had said before he looked up at this girl, "How long have you been working here?"

"Me?" Cassie asked, pointing to herself before thinking a moment, "Well...lets see...I started working here right after high school, so.....close to two years?" She looked back to him, "Why?"

"What stories have you heard about this place while you've been here? Or maybe you've experienced some creepy stuff yourself?"

Frowning slightly, the young woman seemed to hesitates on those questions, "Well....you know how rumors are. They.....they spread and get stretched. I don't even know if any of them are true. But......there is one that just kind of......it sends shivers up my spine every time I hear about it."

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "There's an old storied rumor that there might be the bodies of five children hidden somewhere in the restaurant. You see, quite a few years back. Maybe....I don't know....fifteen years ago, children started vanishing, one by one. And they all had something in common. Freddy's. They all disappeared while they were here or after coming here. Yet, even thought he whole place was searched, no evidence could be found, including the bodies. It wasn't until the last little girl went missing while with her father who was a night guard was working that night, was on duty. His ex-wife caused this huge uproar and had him arrested, the murders being linked to him, but because there was no evidence he couldn't be convicted. They say he hid them somewhere here in the restaurant and that sometimes, after the man power shuts off, you can even see their ghosts."

She shivered, "Creepy huh? I never stay long enough to see the place with just the generator running, but I can bet you it is SUPER scary."

Jackson was quick writing all this down as Mike spoke to Cassie, asking about Foxy.

Cassie raised an eyebrow, walking over to the screen to look at the Foxy animatronic peaking out through the curtain, "Hmmm...maybe. You know how those kids are. You have to practically pry them from a restrictive area. Maybe one of the tried to get a look at Foxy earlier. Or maybe our manager was looking at him for some reason." She shrugged, giving a smile, "Or maybe he just wanted to say hi." She joked with a small laugh.

Struggle to Survive

Cassie looked over at him when he started to talk about him studying up on medicine and such when this whole apocalypse started. Honestly that didn't seem like such a bad idea and didn't surprise her since he was carrying around that first aid kit of his in the bag with him. She thought about what he was saying and asking for a moment before she slowly shook her head, "No....its not stupid. Maybe far-fetched. But never stupid. I'll probably should have been studying up on that instead of the mechanics like my father did." Weaponry. Building. Anything that had to do with machinery. But then again, didn't medicine and machinery go together? Maybe, depending on who you asked.

"If there is a cure, maybe we can find it. Once we get far enough north and find a place." I the aliens weren't following them still that is, "I can help. If anything I can help you....I don't know....build things? Set up a lab? I'll even attempt to assist you with anything else you need from me." She said, glancing at the road before looking back at him, the idea fo helping him find thi cure, if this was one, suddenly very appealing to her, "If you want me to help that is."

Struggle to Survive

Cassie slowly nodded when he said he wasn't sure if they would ever stop following them. How could either of them be sure? For all they knew they would keep coming after them until they slipped up and would kill them. It was hard to think about. Their life essentially was run or be killed. Nothing more, nothing less. She quietly put her hands closer to the heaters of the car and sighed, glancing over at him when he asked how she was doing. She merely gave a shrug, "Still a little woozy. Warm too. My fever might be going down a little, but I don't know for sure." She said quietly, turning her head to stare at the road ahead of them again. She indeed felt a little better, but she wasn't going to push herself until she was sure she really was getting better and this wasn't just some sort of adrenalin making her feel better.

She too couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't turned yet. It had been at least eight or nine hours since she had been bitten. Usually people by now were turned and attacking any living thing they came into contact with, including the ones they loved and cared about. She glanced down at her bandaged arm, dabbed in red from blood that had seeped through before, probably ready to be changed as soon as they stopped, which would be a while. At least until they put enough space between them and those aliens. Leaning back slightly, she looked back to the road, speaking again, "Do you....think me feeling a little better is a sign I'm about to turn?"

Struggle to Survive

Its fine. If you're tired the post can wait.

Struggle to Survive

Its fine. If you're tired the post can wait.

Struggle to Survive

True. She's staying the night to be pumped with antibiotics. She has pneumonia in her left lung. Its gonna be a looooooong night.

Struggle to Survive

Yeah, I'm sure she will too. I'm just hoping she doesn't pass out. She's done that before with high fevers.

Struggle to Survive

She's had a high fever, really flushed, shaky. Took her here and they are saying her heart rate is high and oxygen levels low. Their going to put an IV in her and the nurse is going to talk tot eh doctor. I have a feeling they are going to keep her the night, but hopefully not. My guess is its either the Flu or Pneumonia.

Five Nights at Freddy's

Cassie sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, sitting in the front office, going through some of the paper work. They had quite a few parties this week and apparently her manager decided to put her on the scheduling and planning for all of the events. Fun. It seemed whatever job was harder that week she would get moved to, always being shifted from waitress, to planner, and sometimes cook. She never complained though. Despite what anyone did or what rumors floated about, she loved this place. It was full of childhood memories for her and to work at this place was a lot of fun for her because she could see children experiencing the same fun she had all those years ago.

Hearing the door to the restaurant open, she looked up confused and checked the watch she had on her wrist, blinking in surprise at the time. It was 11:45. Fifteen minutes before the power automatically would cut off, leaving the power to the limited generator. She was shocked she had stayed this late working on these things. But at the same time, subconsciously, she had a feeling she had wanted to stay this late. And it was all because of Mike. He had been working here with her before he took this new job as the night guard and in working with him, Cassie had indeed developed a crush on him. Maybe even loved him. And from how the door had opened, she was sure it was him.

Standing up, she went to put all of the paper work back into the file cabinets before moving to walk out of the office. She could always get to those tomorrow. After all, she was ahead already from all the work she had just done in staying so late. She opened the door to see he had already walked back to the security room and smiled slightly, thinking this would be a good time to just pop in and say hi possibly. Maybe even talk a little bit. She walked out into the main party room, glancing over at the lit stage as she did, smiling at the animatronics. They held so many fun memories for her and she couldn't help but step up onto the stage, checking them over. Seeing Bonnie's bow the was crocked, she fixed it, humming slightly to herself, before she did the same to the other two, fixing Freddie's hate and Chica's bib, "There you guys go. That's a little better. Maybe tomorrow I'll clean you guys up a bit."

Smiling sweetly at them all, she turned and made her way off the stage. This was a rather normal routine for her if she worked late, which was often. No one else paid any attention to the appearance or cared about the animatronics, so she figured she would. She had yet to really clean them though, from lack of time. Now that she was ahead in her work though, maybe she could tomorrow.

Her smiled stayed on her face as she moved to the security room, but, much to her surprise, when she walked down there and poked her head into the office, it was not just hi there, but two others as well. Still, the surprise was momentarily and she jut gave a bright smile, waving, "Hi!" It seemed though ,with this, she had been too energetic, because all of them nearly jumped out of their skins. She blinked innocently before giving a sheepish smile, "Opps. Sorry I scared ya. I was just popping in to say hi." Stepping into the office, she looked over to the security screens, "I was working on some of that paper work in the office. Its a real killer." Laughing quietly to herself, she looked back at Mike, doing her best to not stumble over her words, a slight pink rising to her cheeks as she smiled cutely at him, "You think your going to enjoy the night shift better?"

The girls affects to the animatronics did nothing for Jamie. She was just another worker. A staff who could care less about this place in his eyes, just as all the others were. Just as their murder was. When the younger boy spoke, he looked over to hi, raising an eyebrow at his comment. It was clear this boy was, and had been since he knew him in death, deliorious, thinking the humans were 'toys'. But, Jamie ddn't mind. It made it all the more easy to get hi to do what he wanted and manipulate him. After the guard and the two fiends had walked to the back, he nodded, watching the staff girl go down that way as well, "There are a lot of them. I think if one breaks it won't be so bad. There will always be more toys, Matty."

Foxy was scared. Nervous. The security guard had come in, and he had brought some friends. They were all so calm and obviously had no idea what kind of danger they were in, which made her fear for their lives all the more. She stayed behind her curtain though, curled up against the fox's side. In death, this big fox animatronic was the only comfort she got. Was the only thing she could talk to, though it never talked back back of course. When she seemed to sense the security room in a slight yet quick panic(caused unknown to her by Cassie's enthusiastic outburst) in the room down the halls, and felt the camera hadn't switched in a while, as it hadn't been on Pirate Cove, she looked up at the fox worriedly, as if he would say or do something to comfort her, and as if he were a real being, she spoke quietly to him, "Foxy, will you pull back the curtain a little? Please?"

Then, she made the fox do just that, his hook hand pulling it back ever so slightly, making his worn down animatronic face poke out from behind the curtain and a the same time, the little girl, unseen to anyone but the other ghosts, peaked out as well, watching the camera to see if they were checking the cameras. If they didn't a few hours, she knew she would have to try and make a run for the office to see if they were okay. That is, if the other ghosts didn't stop her first.