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Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

@ZacksQuest Think you could add the creatures to the OP? Might make referencing it a bit easier.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

<Snipped quote by bluejay_gl>

Listen, m8.

I've played as Kat in nearly every every one of the Rps I've been involved in..

That last link was the first roleplay I've ever done. So, boi. You're the upstart here, not me.

(And this is just a fraction of what I've done as Kat, this is mostly the ones I can remember off the top of my head.)

@Sypherkhode822

That's impressive. Also, never knew that kongregate had any sort of RP community. It always amazes me how many different places have some sort of play by post section.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

A cache is forming! The thought kept repeating through Taija's head as she raced to get a better vantage point. Although hardly a unique process, it was one she found strangely beautiful. The dark form of the city's servants shifted and danced above the skyline, their storm marking the location of the cache. It was a big one this time, bigger than most of the other caches that had formed around the sector in the past weeks. Definitely something worth sending a team towards. Taija thought. Then she realized the direction of the cache, and it suddenly seemed far more urgent that a team be sent out to get what they can from the cache before there was another stupid standoff with Sector Three. There had been far too many retrievers and hunters in the clinic with bullet wounds recently. And far too many who never made it back for treatment. She shuddered. It was bad enough they had the dangers of the City itself to deal with. It seemed ludicrous to her that people would waste such effort killing each other, when there were so many other problems to deal with. Despite the horrible things the people in Sector Three were said to have done, they were still human.

The clinic was largely empty as Taija walked back past the beds. The few people that were there simply needed to spend time resting, and with most of the retrievers at least a day south, there wouldn't be anything urgent happening for some time. Taija stopped suddenly, a possibility suddenly opening up in her mind. Th majority of the retriever teams were gone, or laying in the beds around her, and there was a new cache that would need a fast response. A quick mental tally of the retrievers she knew of, versus those that she knew were gone meant there were probably only a couple skilled city-goers left in Sector Nine.

Barely a moment after, the radio confirmed her suspicions, calling out for any who would be willing, and maybe just crazy enough to head to the council offices for work outside the deadzone. Bubbling with excitement, Taija headed out to gather her things. She waved a quick goodbye to Suzie, the nurse manning the reception area of the clinic, yelling back that she'd be gone for the rest of the day. And possibly a bit longer, depending on how the cache recovery goes. But Suzie didn't need to know about that.

The small apartment the family shared wasn't too far from the clinic, and as usual, remained uninhabited. A boon, considering Taija was hardly in the mood to have the same argument about venturing into the city, or be further lectured about its dangers. Taija had certainly seen what those creatures could do first hand. Shaking her mother's voice out of her head, she went back to gather supplies. Most of her worldly possessions were already stored in her bag, but a quick inspection revealed her first aid kit was lacking in bandages and painkillers, and she could probably use some more food for the journey - a quick fix at the market, but it would take a bit of time. Finally ready, she jotted down a quick note for Jess to find, and headed out towards the council building. Taija could deal with her family's outrage after she made it back alive.

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Roughly an hour later, Taija finally found herself standing outside of the council building, her excitement ceding to apprehension as the building loomed before her. Gathering herself, she flew up the stairs and through the doors. The reception area was distinctly...clean. A pleasant break from the pervasive bloodstains of the clinic. The man sitting behind the desk looked up boredly.

"Taija Willow, I'm here because you needed some spare hands on that latest cache." Taija interrupted him before he had a chance to say anything, bouncing on her heels slightly as she talked. "Unless of course you've already got enough people...?" She trailed off, leaning forward slightly as she waited for his reply.

The receptionist gave her an odd look, then leaned back, barking out a harsh laugh. "Well, suit yourself. That request is getting more of a response than I ever thought it would. I'll let 'em know you're here. In the meantime, feel free to take a seat." He then turned, picking up a phone. Meanwhile Taija paced in front of the chairs. She was far too apprehensive to sit down at a time like this!

"Got another one responding to that cache... Yup... Alright." With the brief conversation over, the receptionist turned to Taija once more. "Looks like Connelly is meeting with the wanderer now. You're welcome to head up and wait outside. Make sure you leave any weapons you have in one of those lockers before going up. Take the key with you, grab your things on the way out, got it?"

Taija nodded when the receptionist finished giving his directions. "Thanks, I'll be sure to head up. But I don't have any weapons to store, so I won't be needing the lockers." The receptionist gave his most incredulous look yet with this last response, his eyebrows climbing up into his hairline, but Taija was in the stairwell before he could inquire much further. Apparently Jones had some trouble believing this as well, as she received a fairly thorough search before being left to wait outside Councilman Connely's chambers.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

Posted a char, might still need a couple edits, but should be servicable. Lemme know if everything is good.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

"Taija [+]

Name - Taija Willow
Age - 20
Gender - Female
Faction - Sector Nine
Job - (Medic / Researcher) Taija works as an aide to her mother in their family's small clinic, along with her younger sister Jess. Although she primarily works patching up those who spend time out in the City, she dreams of being able to spend her time researching the City, of seeing it for herself, rather than through secondhand accounts of books and tales of the wounded. Unfortunately, learning doesn't pay for food, so her curiosity is kept as a hobby, rather than a proper profession.
Appearance - Taija stands at around 5'6" (1.72 m), or at least she would if she didn't perpetually slouch. As it is, unless something particularly interesting is going on, she loses an inch or two to her posture. Taija keeps her red hair under strict control when at work, wrapped in a tight braid which runs to her upper back. Her round face hosts a tired smile alongside a sizable population of freckles, in stark contrast to her pale complexion. Although not quite a twig, Taija has more muscle than fat. Her athletic build is largely hidden by her most common attire - a patched white lab coat, which is slightly too large for her.

Starting Equipment

White lab coat - One of her most prized possessions. Although patched from years of use and slightly oversized, the coat was a gift from her brother.
Jeans of Holding - A simple pair of denim jeans with a bit of extra storage sewn on.
Boots - A simple pair of light 8" tan boots.
First aid kit - Fairly extensive. At least enough to stabilize a critically wounded retriever, if not patch them up on the spot.
Baseball Cap - Green. Worn and patched like everything else Taija owns.
Sewing Kit - Handy for patching up both clothing and people!
Knife - Somewhat hefty, with a blade about as long as a hand. It even comes with a sheath.
Messenger bag
Other stuff - 1L Nalgene, some rope, a pair of binoculars, lighter, calculator, some snacks and a compass.

Personality - Taija is a curious, energetic woman. Despite having lost much to the City, she still views it as a place full of wonder. To her, the City and it's strange denizens are a mystery waiting to be solved. Unless concentrating, Taija almost always wears a smile, even if it doesn't always reach her eyes. She is a very empathetic person, caring deeply about those around her, and often has difficulty dealing with the death that surrounds the clinic.

Taija likes to keep herself busy with something when not working, from helping others around the sector, pestering retrievers and hunters for stories, pestering researchers about anything new they might've discovered, or drawing and reading. She prefers to keep her mind occupied, and not allowing it to wander too far. When focused on something, Taija tends to throw herself into it completely, sometimes even disregarding her own safety for the sake of satisfying her desires, even if they may be somewhat impractical.

Skills -

Nothing Special.

Skilled healer - Having spent most of her life patching people up, Taija has grown fairly adept at keeping people alive, as well as identifying those who are too far gone for help.
Moderately athletic - Although running errands and restraining wounded patients does keep Taija in shape, she's not likely to be running any marathons anytime soon.
Theoretical knowledge - Taija has spent a great deal of time learning about nearly everything, picking up knowledge from wherever she can, even if the knowledge isn't the most practical.
Basic Firearm Usage - Although not a sharpshooter, Taija was taught how to shoot and knows her way around a gun, however it is not a well honed skill.

Requests - Nothing in particular. I'm not too picky about what happens to my characters.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

Still here, but the place I'm staying at doesn't have wifi, and I'm not too keen on copying everything through my phone. I'll be heading out in another ~12 hours, and will get my char up as soon as possible.

1 Day Club - Its 17 May, again.

I believe Haley made a post about being busy until after the holidays. It shouldn't be too huge an issue, though, as we can always pick uo her character on another iteration of the day. I'll be flying in a few hours, but will try to post after I land.

Beyond the City Walls (Post-Apocalyptic/Surreal Horror Survival RP)

@CallMeChaotix, @TheMadAsshatter, @Sypherkhode822, @FantasyChic, @bluejay_gl, @SirBeowulf:

Looks like OP posted an OOC here! Found the interest check, and then stumbled that thread.

Beyond the City Walls (Surreal Apocalypse RP)

Hey, this definitely looks like something interesting! You should post a link to the OOC in your interest check thread, since the others there might not know that it's started. I'll get working on a character or two tonight.

Edit: Linked to here in Interest Check.

1 Day Club - Its 17 May, again.

The morning was always the same. The alarm would always ring at 6:30 AM, and 3 seconds later Aaron Johnson would start the timer on his watch. When that timer reached 17 hours, 29 minutes and 32 seconds, he would wake up once more. A simple breakfast, then a shower, and then final part of the ritual; using a sharpie to write a number on his left wrist. Today it read 1241, although that number was an estimate at best. By the time he was ready, roughly 17 hours and 12 minutes remained. When first settling into this routine, Aaron had still bothered to clean up after himself, but eventually realized that everything would return to its original state at the end of the day. He now left his small apartment in quite a mess on the way out.

Aaron hadn't planned anything in particular for this day. Some days were best spent relaxing, but eventually he needed to find another project. Spending time outside the city had been nice for a change, but it had only served to make the world seem smaller than before. Maybe learn another instrument? he wondered, as he made his way towards the park. He'd left his jacket at home this time, as it would only be dead weight until later in the afternoon.

As Aaron continued towards the park, he slowly got the feeling that something was somehow different. He'd probably walked this path a hundred times by now, but something was off about this time around. There had been other times something had seemed to be different than in previous iterations of May 17th, but nothing had ever stuck. Perhaps it was just that it had been some time since he'd been down this path. Either way, I should spend some time getting familiar with the city again.

But that would also mean spending more time back at Shimabara. Though the University had once seemed like home to Aaron, it was almost painful to visit now. He had spent so much time there trying to advance his research before realizing there was only so much one could memorize, and some reactions would never finish before the day reset. The futility of it was almost soul crushing, and on top of that was all the people he knew there who didn't remember Aaron himself. It had been hundreds of iterations since he'd been there.

Before considerations of the past could bring him too down, Aaron noticed a group of kids mocking a flyer. Now that's definitely out of place. He inspected the paper and the words sent chills down his spine. There were others. Other people that relived this day. People that wouldn't forget him at midnight. That would remember Aaron in the morning. The prospect seemed as terrifying as it was wonderful, because now there might also be consequences, and Aaron had gotten used to the idea that anything he did could be undone the next day.

With ever-growing apprehension, he made his way towards the address listed on the flyer, eventually arriving in front of a room at a nice looking apartment complex. After knocking tentatively, but receiving no reply, he tried the door to find it unlocked. Unlocked but not unoccupied, as a voice called out from the kitchen announcing that coffee was ready, which Aaron's nose soon confirmed. Following the scent, he found a man, a few inches taller standing with coffee.

"Sorry to intrude, but I found this flyer, and it led me here." Aaron said, displaying the paper that had led him here, then proceeding to introduce himself, offering a handshake. "I'm Aaron Johnson, please tell me I'm not completely crazy, and this isn't the first time you've been through today either."