jimi87smith

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

About 45 minutes of walking north leads Miguel to a spot where the railway has collapsed to the street below. Daylight is beginning to fade as the sun has started to sink behind the horizon. The temperature has dropped noticeably. Aside from a few distant gunshots, all is quiet.

Miguel leans over the edge and peers down into the darkened haze of toxic dust. Knowing that night-time is a free-for-all of snipers, he refrains from using the flashlight he'd acquired earlier, as it would make him a plausible target. Instead, he relies on pure instinct. Hanging the Louisville Slugger from his back, he sits down on the edge and lets his legs dangle 50 feet above the street below as he analyzes the situation. There is a length of steel track that extends out over the edge for about 15 feet before curving downward into the murky darkness. Miguel could shimmy along this and see if it's possible to reach street level, but he would run the risk of either falling or coming to a dead end - still too high up to drop from. Then there's the catwalk up underneath the railway, but the only safe way to reach it would be to backtrack almost two miles to an access point. He carefully works out his options as he looks around, searching for an alternative route. Then, his eyes fall upon the apartment buildings to his right. Miguel gets up from the edge and quietly walks over to the side of the railway.

Smugglers: Last of Us RP

Miguel approaches, retrieves his ID and holds it up for Terrence to see. Then, he grabs the bag of shotgun ammo before leaning over to inspect the map laid out across the table. With his index finger, he taps on a specific location displaying a complex network of streets and intersections. "We should stick to the streets above," Miguel suggests. "There will be more maneuverability and therefore more of a chance for us to escape in a bad situation than if we were confined to the tunnels below." He steps back and nods in silence as he waits for his comrades' input.

It's The End of The World and We Know It- ICheck

possibly interested in this.

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

The air is much clearer up near the elevated railway, allowing for safe breathing without the need for proper ventilation. Miguel removes his gas mask and wipes the sweat from his forehead. "Too damn hot," he grumbles. Then, he drops to one knee and slides his backpack off to retrieve a half-empty bottle of water. The warm liquid hardly brings any relief as it burns the back of his dry throat. Miguel winces at the feeling, shoves the bottle back into his bag, and squints his eyes against the sunshine as he scans the surrounding rooftops. Finally, he rises to his feet and carefully begins to stroll along the tracks, heading north.

The sun has slowly started to sink behind the horizon, leaving a gloomy city behind. He knows its a bad idea to be wandering around after dark. His most likely destination is the city hall. With lots of rooms - and places to hide from view of any potential snipers outside - it should be a safe place to rest for the night.

During his journey along the railway, Miguel comes to an abandoned passenger train of 5 carriages. Two of them have run off the track and now hang over the side, suspended by the other three. Their windows are dark and uninviting. Most of the doors, which are electronically controlled, look as though they are sealed shut and would probably take a good hour to pry open. A single door near the back of the train seems to be the only plausible way inside.

Miguel approaches and cautiously steps into the carriage. Immediately, he finds a service panel adjacent to the door. Popping a small latch, he opens the panel to reveal a switchboard consisting of several large, color-coded switches. Below is a listing of each of their functions. Miguel's attention is drawn to another panel above the switchboard, however. He pops the latch and opens it to reveal an emergency LED flashlight. Retrieving it, he checks to see if the thing still works. With the press of a button, it flicks to life in a sudden burst of bright light. Miguel lets out a sigh of relief as he shines it throughout the extent of the carriage. The floor is littered with glass from the shattered windows. There isn't much of anything useful, just a few random items strewn about. Miguel dismisses them and steps back out onto the tracks. He gives a quick glance back the way he'd come - to make sure nobody has followed him - before proceeding north, en route to the city hall.

Smugglers: Last of Us RP

mehh.....ignore this!!

Overgrown (A Green Apocalypse)

Mehh, I agree with Geoffrey. The gunblade is too futuristic and out-of-place. It doesn't belong. But it is the GM's call...

Overgrown (A Green Apocalypse)

I hope this character is okay..



Name
Miguel Collins

Gender
Male

Age
33

Sexual Orientation
straight

Equipment
Louisville Slugger (baseball bat)
folding knife (4 in. blade)
M40 gas mask (2 extra filters)
backpack
50ft. roll of hemp rope
medical kit (band-aids; gauze; adhesive tape; antiseptic wipes; etc.)
fingernail clippers; tweezers
1 roll of dental floss
1 roll of electrical tape
sewing kit (needle; thread; scissors)
20oz. bottle of water (half-empty)
can of chicken noodle soup
box of strike matches
LED flashlight
small fold-up shovel

Personality
calm and collective
he keeps to himself
attentive to details
has a sense of ironic humor
quick witted & decisive
self motivated

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

BeanieBaggie said
oooo dang this looks cool. its been a while since I last group rp'd though. ya still open?

Yes, still open. We need more active people. The IC is starting off excruciatingly slow.. lol.

Overgrown (A Green Apocalypse)

I'll have a character sheet up sometime tonight for sure.

Just one quick question though. Where specifically will this be taking place?

Some Ideas I have

idk about anyone else, but I personally feel that the Green Apocalypse idea has the most potential of going somewhere.