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YES :D
I'm kind of thinking we could set up some sort of villainous threat in the first post as a broad world snapshot, then go more in depth to perhaps Nyt and Eddie trying to hide from whoever wiped out the Powerbound Alliance?
Yeah, I'd say so. I can write a first post that sets the scene if you'd like
Sounds good! :) Where do we want to start this crazy show?


Tryke Lockley

Location: The Infirmary


Tryke blinked, briefly wondering whether or not it would actually be possible to melt into the walls and disappear. She had made a policy of avoiding Tristan at all costs, especially when he was angered. The moment he woke up, Tryke knew, he'd go ballistic. Perhaps he'd attack everyone at once, and then when the GTC called, insist that everyone on the Tower had started to attack him.

Well, he wouldn't be entirely wrong... Tryke mused, her eyes darting towards Silvia. Did she believe her? Of course. Poking at someone's mind was exactly the type of thing the sleezeball would get up to. But the longer Silvia stayed on the Tower, the more violence happened--and then, from that, the more repairs. Tryke wouldn't be all too surprised if the Tower fell to the ground, crumbling, within the week.

Uncertain as to whether or not to stay, Tryke nearly turned around and got back onto that elevator, prepared to put in a transfer request. She didn't want to be killed by Tristan -- or Silvia -- with the way the pair of them seemed to enjoy dealing with issues. However, the hole in the wall and the vent leak, with a tiny column of gas spraying down, fixated her. She couldn't just walk away from that. She'd be ashamed if she did nothing.

So, as awkwardly and quietly as she could, Tryke slipped past the rest of the chaos, heading over towards the breach and the vent. She strummed her fingers softly on the remnants of the wall, using telekinesis to switch her scanner glasses through the various detection modes. Hopefully, this would just be a standard patch--one that even something as rudimentary as duct tape could fix.

Of course, the wall itself would be another matter. They would have to cut part of the wall off in order to smooth out the transition from old wall to new and then design a new piece to replace it. A few dips and jagged edges would need to remain on the internal bits of the wall, allowing whatever material they used to lock into place best. It wouldn't do for someone to lean up against the new wall and break it all over again.
@Dragonborn @Memrah @DruggedMonkey

Hey guys, we've had the information up for you guys to craft your characters for two weeks. Please get your characters in within seven days of this post, or I'll be closing the RP. It isn't fair to have me planning out this extensive RP for you, if you guys aren't actually going to participate in it. Not to be rude, just to be honest -- I could be working on other things instead.
Welcome, friend! :)


Jack Hudson

Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia


He noticed the fear wash over her face, and mentally kicked himself. Not everyone felt all too comfortable with the men and women in blue, even now, when law and order had essentially crumbled done to nothing. Chicago was one of the more interesting places to be a cop, and where he had spent the majority of his time.

"I, uh, I was in vice--helpin' women who weahe huahtin'," Jack explained again. "I'm not goin' to huaht you."

He smiled, hoping that his lovable features would put Tatiana at ease. The scraping of her chair against the floor alerted him to the fact that she was considering running--and he kept his hands in visible sight, fingers splayed out on the table. Jack didn't know her, but he knew that if she ran, her chances to avoiding the walkers would go down. The apocalypse wasn't something easy to go solo in.

Catching a glimpse of a small smile, Jack relaxed a bit. However, he continued to notice her slight fidgeting, indicating more anxiety. Back in the force, his next step would be to show that he wasn't armed, and to guarantee protection. Unfortunately, handing over his weapon wasn't the best idea in this messed up world, and no one could guarantee protection, no matter how skilled. Death was inevitable. It was all just a matter of when.

Nodding, Jack began to recognize the signs of training and practicing for dance on her. She was incredibly nimble, and if he closed his eyes, he could see her dancing--shyly and softly, of course--on a lonely stage. "You do Swan Lake and the Nutcrackeah?" he asked, naming the only two things he hoped had to do with ballet. Once of his older sisters, as far as he was aware, had been into ballet. But from the divorce, he never went to see her in a recital, and instead stayed at home with his mom. He could hardly remember what his older siblings looked like.
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