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The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

I don't think there is any limit :)

Colonial Powers NRP

Another update post is coming. It's not the next season but it will answer questions.

EDIT: It's up, I will sort out money etc. with the next update.

The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

So did I, I have in essence ended the gig however I have also left it open for people who want to carry on playing.

The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

I am waiting for somebody else to do something:L

Walking Dead rp

Jack had always hated that survivalist crap. Overdeveloped men throwing themselves into life threatening situations with only an egg, a lighter and 12 carrots to survive on for like a month. It had all seemed so pointless to him and yet here he was 6 months later having to survive in a world that used to offer all the creature comforts you could imagine. However being rather pampered in his life before the outbreak had only been a blessing. Whilst others suffered from overcrowding and fighting for the mealy resources they had available only to succumb to the infection he had been in a very quiet almost desolate area with barely anybody living near him. The wealthier had barricaded themselves in and stayed quiet, some driving off in their huge 4 by 4s. The first day that he deemed the 'beginning of the apocalypse' he had been able to get supplies from the hospital, drive home, pack a rucksack, get changed and prepare himself as much as he could. His rucksack contained a syringe, a few vials of penicillin, a lighter, a couple of bottles of water, a couple of tins of baked beans, a sleeping bag from his attic and a large winter coat for when it got colder. As well as this he was dressed in his favourite flannel shirt, a tough pair of black jeans, a leather jacket and carried a hatchet, from his shed, on his side and a number of tough scalpels, from his hospital, in a wire pouch he had sewn onto his rucksack, so that they wouldn't cut up anything or anyone if he fell or they just moved in the wrong way.

He was sitting in an old cafe that he used to frequent, before the outbreak, sipping on a cool bottle of water he had found in the back. The cafe had been pretty much bare and he was surprised to have even found the water. He had been moving around New Orleans for about a week now after he realised that cooping up in his own home would end up with him dead anyway. He was trying to find another group to move around with, there was always safety in numbers. However he still couldn't get over what happened to the last group, those poor kids. He had been surprised by the lack of walkers around this area and would have said it was his good luck, if he believed in luck, that had led him here. Just then he faintly heard the roar of a Harley. He had always liked bikes as a kid and knew the distinctive sound of a Harleys engine evine if he didn't like the bikes themselves. Turning his head the sound seemed to be coming from the nearby railroad, whoever was making that noise was going to be dead shortly and was probably also the reason he was zombie free. Raising the bottle of water up in salute he thanked whoever was on the bike and wished them a swift death. The sound got louder before it cut out and as it cut out he could here a fainter noise that was obviously much closer. Crying. Pulling a scalpel out of his bag he skulked round to the side entrance h had used. The crying was quieter here and so he moved round to the front entrance. This led onto a small road that went off in three directions. He couldn't yet see the source of the crying and so assumed it must be close and hidden. Putting his head further around he spied a small alley way off on his right. Stepping around slowly he walked up to the lip of the alley and pushed his head around. He couldn't see much however the crying was definitely coming from here. As he advanced down the alley his mind flashed back to the last group who had been crying. No. No, he wouldn't think about that. Finally he came to a large dumpster and around the other side of it sat a boy, huddled up in himself and whimpering. The kid looked barely older than 10 and by the state of his clothes had been out on his own for quite some time. Jack slid the scalpel back into it's pouch and kicked the dumpster making a quiet sound as it hollowly echoed. Jack knew kids, this would would definitely not trust him.

"Hey kid." Jacks gravely voice hummed. He raised his hands as if in surrender to assure the child that he had no weapons.

Walking Dead rp

Appearance :

Name : Jack ‘Sully’ Sullam

Age : 34

Skill : Medicine (At a doctors level) and Psychiatry.

Weapon (up three): A number of scalpels from the hospital he worked at and a small hatchet from his shed.

Personality : Sully is a realist, he always looks to help others and is a nice guy however if the situation looks detrimental to his own survival his vote will always be the other direction. He finds it difficult to trust people and that has only got worse with the outbreak. He is quite the father figure, despite being short and too the point, and after the outbreak first occurred managed to save a group of children who were in the paediatrics at his hospital however he doesn’t talk about the since the ‘incident’.

Brief Bio : Sully used to be a doctor at a large hospital, he lived alone and had no family after his parents died and his brother ran off to ‘make his fortune’.

EDIT: Hope it's okay.

Walking Dead style rp

I'm not a GREAT walking dead fan, however I love the idea of a zombie rp, definitely count me in. I would prefer a different story and our own characters.

The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

Jack was in a trance, as the gig was now in it's last song he could feel the energy draining from himself. It was tough being a lead singer, despite the arguments of other people that because he wasn't playing an instrument it was easy, and although he was getting tired the people all around him seemed to have more energy than when they started. Maybe 26 was old in the music business? Ah fuck it, he could be 60 for all he cared, Jack would sing for the band even if it killed him. It was so rare nowadays to find a decent small time band that played real music, all of it seemed to be pop crap that's bought up by Disney or some bloke who is buying them so young it's on the verge or peadophilia. Candy, Drake, Ben, Landon, Lucy and ,of course, himself were playing with a passion and soul that even in their previous smaller gigs hadn't been there. This was their best gig so far and Jack certainly wasn't going to let anybody down. Throwing the last of his voice into the song it begun to fade away as the gig ended. The last note echoed around the hall however you couldn't tell from the chorus of screaming fans doing their best to deafen all of them. Pointing his finger to behind the stage he sauntered slowly off, hopefully, with the band in toe. However they had always been ones to outstay their welcome so he had no idea what they would do. His motto was always leave them wanting you more and he was damn sure doing that now. They would make an even louder noise when the fans saw the band leaving now. However there was one girl in the audience that had caught his attention and it wasn't for the reasons they normally did. This girl wasn't going crazy or just smashed out. She seemed as if she was actually listening to the wqords and the beat and the power behind them, strange. Jack put it out of his mind. Now where was that little helper of his, and her two friends of course.

Colonial Powers NRP

Winston Smith said
Then what am I guise?Also I've been unbable to post these pat few days s, Gowia could you give me until like tommorrow afternoon to post for the spring update I really want to get a post in in but just haven't been able to yet.

That's fine, I'm happy to wait up for you, thanks for letting me know :)

Colonial Powers NRP

Right hopefully there will be a summer update by Friday, I will be putting a war post up either today or tomorrow however.