HangYourSecrets

Transcontinental

"You just looked very interested, is all," Aaron said with a smile. He didn't want any sort of mixed messages here; he just wanted a friendly conversation and someone relatively quiet at night so he could sleep. If he couldn't get either there was always the lounge car.

Aaron glanced down and took ate more of his food as the woman talked on the phone; making eye contact was odd at this close of a seating; the two were barely two feet apart. As she hung up and looked out the window, he debated pusher further. Figuring that there was still 3 days of trip left, he took his chances.

"German, huh?" He mused. "You from there?"

He took a sip of his drink.

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Aaron positioned himself slightly forward as the attendant placed the steak on his side of the table. With a smile, the attendant left, leaving the two strangers to eat alone.

He quickly carved off a portion of his meal, and was surprised at how good it was. "They actually tried...nice." Aaron thought to himself. He listened to Anne's statements about the train ride, and could only laugh. He couldn't quite get a read on the girl; she seemed very enigmatic. Was it the nature of the situation or a personality trait? Aaron had nothing else to do; might as well find out.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked her in between bites; noting her Kindle.

Might as well attempt a conversation.

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Awesome characters everyone! I'll be updating the OOC with the plot and we should be on our way in a day, or two at the most.

-HYS

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Personally, I'm thinking fire guy. Because the entire facility these people will be housed in are going to be indoors so lots of artificial flooring.

Also I still find it friggin hilarious. That too.

U.A.U. Interest Check [Switched-Up Mutant RP, More Info Inside]

OOC is (barely) up! I'll be updating it immensely in the coming hours and days.

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THIS IS A CLOSED RP. Although, you can lurk if you want. We're not offended. :)

I apologize immensely, but I've not had the time I needed to add the plot here. Family issues that no one on here is interested in. So, until that point is reached, here is the CS:

Name:
Picture:
Appearance: (Describe in greater detail along with the picture. Height and things of that sort as well. Add age)
Ability: (Just list it; go into detail in the other categories)
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History:
Personality: (Keep it short; I want to just get a feeling)

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Use the spoiler buttons if you have a super high-res image or you like organization that way.

My Character

Name: Matthew Webb

Picture:

Appearance: Tall, at 6'3. A mix of a few different ethnicities, such as latino and Indian. Lean muscular build. Has a large scar from his left pectoral muscle to his center abdomen. He is 24.

Ability: Shape-Shifting

Strengths: Isn't limited to the confines of the body to begin with; meaning her can shape-shift into objects larger or smaller in mass than his human body, without needing more than basic knowledge of the object. Can selectively transform parts his body. Also is very difficult to be killed while in another form.

Weaknesses: Quite a few. Can only transform into inanimate objects. Can be killed as easily as any other human while in human form. Still has feeling and self-awareness while transformed, so pain is still felt. The larger the object, the less time he can hold the form (something like a tank or a large truck can only be held for minutes). Due to the nature of the power, it's essentially useless unless he turns into something mobile or mechanical (e.g. a car; although holding that form for more than an hour or so would be immensely painful, or a gun, which would be pointless since someone else would need to aim him), or is paired with another person to operate himself. If the object he is currently is in the shape of is destroyed or broken, his body will automatically shift back into human form to repair itself (can leave scars).

History: Matthew at first, and currently, doesn't use his powers all too much. He's lived his whole life finding it useless. As a product of the slums of urban living, Matthews once good use for his powers was to act as a getaway car for a gas station robbery his friends committed. He had driven them quite far from the police, but wrecked into another vehicle and totaled his car form. He (involuntarily) transformed back to his human form with a massive gash on his chest and was unconscious. His friends had been forcibly thrown out of his vehicle form and were stranded. They were all arrested, and Matthew barely survived. He was shipped to the U.A.U. after recovering.
Personality: If outwardly friendly and enthusiastic about everything, but is internally self-loathing. He hates his power and his previous mistakes. He makes a lot of self-degrading jokes about his own powers.

Setting

BASE: Fort Requiem



A smaller, less strict Fort located in the woods of the midwest region of America. It's exact location isn't known; all new recruits are transported in windowless cars throughout the facility, and all windows simply show miles of trees.

As per a military bunker, it's actually quite nice; having indoor training facilities, a barracks (shown above), a running track, and just about every sort of needed preparation for war imaginable--all connected via underground passages. However, those who currently occupy the fort have no intentions of going to war; the U.A.U. is a very last resort in combat.

Sleeping arrangements are as expected; both men and women are in separated communal sleeping arrangements and have separated communal showers. However, the U.A.U. is very understaffed; hardly any rules are enforced. In fact, the only person bent on military precision and strength is it's leader.

Colonel James Matthews

Name: Colonel James Henry Matthews
Picture:
Appearance: Just as the picture implies, a man of his people and of his country. He is 51.
Description: Colonel Matthews is the man assigned to oversee the U.A.U. currently occupying Fort Requiem. He is a hardened military colonel who has seen his fair share of war. He was active duty during Operation Desert Storm and served as a Lieutenant in the Iraqi and Afghan Wars. He is a man devoted to his country and doesn't stop. However, due to an incident of disobeying orders, he was assigned to the lowest unit in exchange for keeping his present rank. He is not a micromanager; he only speaks to new recruits a few times, if not less, a day. He is not mutated and he has a slight bias against mutants. He is hard, and if he hears of a person's incompetence, he will act.

General Questions and what to expect

Expanses of time: There will be times in the game when the main characters will be left to themselves for a few hours, or overnight. It is up to the players to decide what is to be done with this time. Open discussion of all elements in the game are welcomed in the OOC. If all characters agree to fast forward a bit, they will post implicative as if the time has passed. (E.g. Bobby decided to take a nap. When bobby woke up, he looked at the time; he had only slept for an hour. He went outside to see what was going on).

If you want to, lets say, sleep, and other characters remain awake, then it is up to the other characters to sleep before we move on to the next day. It would be wise if you need to or want to take a small break to have a character go to bed early, and likewise not be responsible for posting for a bit of time. However, if everyone wants to move on to the next day, then we'll need for you to wrap up your scene to move on.

On the Colonel:As implied in the above character, Colonel Matthews will be my piece to motivate and move the story. He will be giving an arrival speech at the beginning of the game, be present for meals, and give hard discipline if needed. The training is self-motivated; the range, as well as the weights, and other tools to practice with are all voluntary. However, there are tests, and there are consequences (In-Game) if tests are failed. I hope to use him minimally, but I need a piece to move the game.

Battles: Battles will be happening in the upcoming first few days of the role-play; however, if a fight begins in the barracks, battle rules apply. Obviously the first is do not god-mod. Clearly. Don't. Second is I find it more fun if you write out attacks that can both be believable for the other character to either get hit by or dodge. This is up to your personal diction as a writer. I ask of you to simply use your brain in a fight. Let your character take a few hits. Without the fear of death battles mean nothing. As always discussion is open in the OOC to question how you want all this to go down. THIS IS NOT MY ROLE-PLAY. IT IS OUR ROLE-PLAY. I want us all to have a good time but I want everyone to be participating in how you want this all to go.

Post timing:There are not many of us so this may move faster than a typical role-play; however, I ask that you give everyone time to post. In a perfect world, everyone would post in a circle, but I know that never works out, so again, I ask logic of you. Please be smart. I'm hoping everyone will post once a day at least, 2-3 times a day at most. IF YOU NEED TO HAVE MORE THAN TWO DAYS TO POST, LET ME KNOW. PM me, post in the OOC, morse code, smoke signals, whatever. It's ok. We understand that real life is a thing. Just please don't go IRL for a week without saying or I'm going to have to move your character and I hate doing that.

Plot and End-Game: In a role-play there are two aspects to a story; real or fake: the events themselves (which I control), and the reaction and action to the events (You control). I have an outlined plot which I will not reveal that takes all characters to the End-Game. However, based on the events leading there, the End-Game will change. You control the ending. I merely place a logical stopping point. Whether it takes us 3 weeks or 8 months or more remains to be seen, and I will not give up on you if you do not give up on me. One of the most satisfying parts of a role-play is ending it; lets try to make it.

Rules are standard: I'm the GM, blah blah blah, don't be a dick, blah blah, ask questions if need be, etc. Again, more shall be explained soon, but I wanted everyone to had the CS as soon as possible.

Until I get off my lazy butt and update the plot, and sincerely,

HYS.

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"That's fine," He said as she motioned to her suitcase. It was tight, sure, but it would need to work.

The attendant took the woman's order and was off again. Then the woman--or Anne now--began to read again.

"Not a problem." He thought, as he pulled out his computer. A silent train ride sounded perfectly fine. He'd rather deal with something like this any day. He reached into his bag and pulled out his Mac; plugging it into the wall outlet behind him. He silently noted they would need to share the outlet at one point so he remembered to not hog it the entire time. Luckily, the train had wi-fi, so in a few minutes he was checking his emails. Just a few were new; one from Mr. Cobb, with a large and comprehensive list of suggestions and schools in California. Aaron largely skipped that one and read on; another email containing more aspects of his parents' combined will that he wouldn't be bothered to read until he could control himself.

With a slight jerk, the train left the station, and the intercom system cut on. A cheery-voiced attendant went on and on; thanking everyone for choosing the train line, saying how dinner was coming to be served momentarily, and that the lounge and food cars were now open, among lots of other things. Eventually she finished, and Aaron took the chance to step out to the restroom. The seats were so close he couldn't help but brush into Anne on his way out.

"Excuse me," He half-said-half mumbled. He made his way to the restroom.

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Aaron washed his hands and made it back to his seat, just as the attendant was bringing food to the roomette across from his. He slid back in, excused himself as he brushed against Anne once again, and sat down; silently pulling the table down for the meal.

U.A.U. Interest Check [Switched-Up Mutant RP, More Info Inside]

Let's hope the fighting will go slightly better than that!

My apologies for taking this long to get an OOC up. I guess this is what I get for trying to do 4 RPs at a time.

I'll type out the character sheet and get the OOC up by the end of the day. (ETA: 12 hours or less). I'm hoping this goes well!

Also, just for movement of the characters, I'll also be managing a military general. Just to re-vitalize the story if need be. All he's going to do is basically give a big speech in the beginning and say "You're all going to X location." every once in a while. Think Nick Fury for the Avengers.

In the OOC I'll clear up the areas we're going to be in, but overall I'm not a micromanager. If you're in a kitchen feel free to improvise things that would be in a kitchen, and so on for other things.

I fully live by a strict "Don't be a dick" policy with my GMing.

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As soon as the red-headed girl from the bench introduced herself Aaron let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God. It's a girl." Aaron thought to himself. At the very least, there was slightly more room to move around in...

"Hi," He said, trying to be someone cheerful. She looked around his age anyway. Did she go to high school with him at some point? He racked his mind for memories of her, but drew a blank. He must have never met her before today. He waited until she sat down.

"I'm Aaron," He said politely, holding out his hand. Don't people shake hands when they meet someone? "It's a tight space, I know, but I think we can make it work. Most of my luggage is down the hall so, it'll just be me and my book bag," He chuckled slightly. First impressions were not necessarily his thing, so he just wanted to get the awkwardness out of the air.

The train attendant walked over and looked into the roomette, assumably here to take her dinner order.

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As soon as Aaron heard the all-call, he bent down and picked up his backpack. By the time he looked up, the red-head was gone. Glancing at the clock, he realized it had been a delay of almost 30 minutes.

"About time..." he muttered to himself.

He grabbed his belongings and headed straight for the train station.

Once there, he was glad to see they had opened up quite a few lines to let everyone in. Pretty much everyone left in Union Station seemed to be going to the same train. At a passing glance, he saw the same red-head from earlier reading into a booklet in a different line. Aaron turned back to the ticket-man; he had picked the right line. His line was moving much faster than the rest.

Handing the man his ticket, the station worker read over it once, then made a marking on it. Nothing seemed to come out of the marker, so Aaron just figured it was a security check. The man handed the ticket back to him.

"Have a nice trip," He said politely.

"Thanks," Aaron said over his shoulder. Once he had his ticket back he was moving forward. It was a lot of luggage to carry, and thankfully he had the rest of his belongings shipped to a holding center; once he found a place in L.A., he'd move the stuff out of storage.

Glancing down at his ticket, Aaron looked for a general ballpark of the location of his room. It was looking like the more luxurious rooms were in the front, with smaller rooms for two people in the middle (like his) and coach seating in the back. Glancing back up at the train, he eyeballed the middle of the massive thing and got on.

Once inside, he realized he was too far back; coach seating was everywhere, and people were busy putting luggage into every available slot. Aaron apologized profusely and slid his way through many of the train cars to try and find his room.

On his way, he realized that there was much more in this train than he thought. Not only is there a dining car, filled with nice booths and a bar, but right next door was a lounging car; a nice, darkened car with leather couches, a television, and a bar. One he passed through there, he found his way to the sleeper car.

The first thing he noticed was how incredibly narrow it was. He was a thin dude and he hardly fit in the hallway. In the sleeper car, a few people were slowly moving into their own roomettes. Aaron went ahead and put his luggage in the area towards the end of the car by the bathrooms. He wasn't a huge fan of all this shared space, but it would have to do. Shared storage wasn't as bad as the communal shower's during the trip...

Once he put down his luggage he glanced down to his ticket and saw he was in roomette 7. Luckily, it was one towards the middle of train.

"No having to listen to people in the restroom..." Aaron thought to himself. Although having a room on the upper level would be preferable, Aaron was thankful to not need to carry his stuff all the way up the narrow steps.

Aaron slid open the door to his shared roomette and the first thing to come to mind was small. Very, very small.

Legitimately, there was hardly even leg room. Aaron silently prayed for someone small so that they could at least put their feet up on each other's chair since the seats were wide.

Sighing, he put his stuff under the chair facing to the front of the train--looking out the window and seeing the world in reverse would be nauseating--and sat down. An attendant walked by and turned into his roomette.

"Sir, we'll be leaving in 15 minutes. Once we depart, dinner will be served. Would you like steak, soup, or a vegetarian option?"

"Uh, I guess steak. Medium rare." Aaron said indecisively. The attendant wrote down the order on her notepad and looked back up; her short black hair being flung by her robotic and standard movements.

"I'll be back soon to take your roommate's order once they arrive." She said. "Anything to drink?"

Aaron briefly weighed the option of alcohol, but decided against it. Too early for that... "Mountain Dew?"

The attendant nodded and left Aaron in his room, who promptly took a sip of the complementary water and looked out the window. He at least wanted to meet his roommate before shoving headphones in and staring at his Mac the entire trip. After all, they'd be spending the trip in a room the size of a closet.

"Please don't be fat..."