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In any other or any other place a holding cell was less than ideal accommodations, but this wasn't just any other time or any other place. This was a way of life that not even Stephen King could've dreamed up in his wildest nightmares. New York City was once known as the city that never slept now it might as well be called the city of the damned. Kyle Walker was one of the lucky ones, if you wanted to call them lucky, who was still alive. The holding cell at the local Police Department had four walls, a roof, and only one way in or out. Kyle not had the keys to the holding cell but he also made sure that the door was locked.

The heat told Kyle that he had survived another night and that it was time to try and figure out yet another way to survive the day. Kyle felt the beads of sweat building up in his gas mask, and as uncomfortable as that was the thought of the alternative was more than enough motivation for him to keep his mask on. Kyle sat up and gathered up his gear as he did he saw a mouse on the floor scurrying around. Kyle pulled out a half eaten granola bar from his back pack and laid it on the ground close enough for the mouse to get to it.

Kyle looked at the mouse and said, "Bon Apatite." Not that the mouse could tell but Kyle was smiling under his mask. This mouse was the first contact he had with another living being in almost 3 weeks. The last group he was with tried to convince Kyle that parting with his belongings was in his best interest. The three people in that group seemed trustworthy enough, but after 20 minutes Kyle knew what the score was. He tried to leave in peace these three though had no intention of letting that happen, but Kyle knew how to survive and after about 2 minutes the three would be bandits were all three laying on the ground in the fetal position begging for their lives. Kyle saw no point in killing them so he marched them into a subway station left them to ponder their actions as he locked them in an office.

Kyle unlocked the cell door and left the key on the floor. He opened the door and turned to the mouse, who was devouring the scrap Kyle left him, and said "It's all yours." Kyle then did the Vulcan salute and said, "Live long and prosper." With that Kyle made his way out of the holding area to what once was the lobby. He took a look around to see if there was anything worth salvaging. He saw some scraps of food and some beverages, but not knowing how long they had been out or who had them last made Kyle think twice about even touching any of it. He looked around the squad room with his baseball bat at the ready and came across the remains of a dead body. It looked as they the body had a bite in the right arm, but more interesting was the sizable bullet hole in the head with a pistol in the left hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened here.

Someone got bit and had no intention of going out as a zombie. I can't exactly say they were wrong.

Kyle patted the pocket of his black leather jacket which contained a grenade. If Kyle ever got over run by a group of zombies he would merely pull the pin and see what was next.

Walker figured he had stayed long enough in the safe surroundings of the police station and it was time to move on. He opened the door slowly and peered out carefully. Seeing nothing to get in distress over he made his way out and saw a bridge in the distance.

Yeah I think it's time to get moving on. It's so unsafe in this neighborhood with all the destruction and death I don't see the property values improving much anytime soon, so let's see what's on the other side. Off to the bridge

With that Walker began to head towards the bridge while whistling "Bridge Over Troubled Waters".

The God Complex

icmasticc said
I'll make more detailed comments and announce approvals when I get home MST.

Fair enough. Thank you.

The God Complex

Is my app accepted?

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jimi87smith said
Accepted!

Excellent! Thank you I'll get something in the IC probably within the next 24.

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Name: Kyle Walker

Age: 31

Appearance:

Kyle

Weapons:Kyle carries a crudely made bow with about a 10 crudely made arrows, an aluminium baseball bat, and one grenade (The grenade is if he ever gets over-run he'll pull the pin)

Gear:Gas Mask and carries a back-pack which contain a length of rope, a survival knife, three bottles of water, and a box of granola bars

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jimi87smith said
@MST3K: Yes, still accepting.

Excellent I'll get a CS up and running a-s-a-p.

The God Complex

Name: Russell Nash

[Age: 32

Appearance:

Russell

Gender: Male

Personality: Russell is appreciative of his job. In that he has a fascination as to why people do what they do. What motivates them to do what they do or have those thoughts is why he does his job, and that drive and curiosity also fuels his life. He is not afraid to ask the hard questions or say what's on his mind even if it's not a welcomed question or statement, but chances are likely that everyone else is thinking it. While his honesty at times can get him into a lot of trouble, or cost him friends, Russell makes no apologies for that part of his personality.

Russell though does have a wicked sarcastic wit that he uses to get to know people, and while at times his honesty and sarcasm can be a bit off putting he is very loyal to those that he calls his friends. Russell also believes in helping others when he can because that also helps him learn about others and how they will respond to someone who is willing to help them. Will they in turn help others or just say "thanks" and be on their way?

To help deal with the tension in his job or the tension that builds within himself Russell enjoys working out, playing the sax, poker, and sharing laughs with his friends over a few drinks.

Writing Sample:

The A-I virtual butler called Sivers made a pinging sound at 7:00 am and Russell said as he rolled over in bed, "Sivers ten more minutes." The pining sound stopped and Russell put his hand on an empty pillow. Russell then opened his eyes and rolled over to find an empty spot next to him. He sat up and looked around the room and asked, "Sivers where's Erica?"

A voice said, "Miss Andrews departed at 6:35 sir. She did leave a message for you."

Russell replied, "Play back."

A holographic image of an attractive brown haired, blue eyed young woman materialized and said, "Hey Russ I need to get to going I gotta a lot of meetings to finish detailing today and a luncheon to oversee...." she looked away and then looked back at Russell and said, "Last night was great, but I'm not sure about us still. We still have a lot of issues and I want to work on them, but I'm not sure about when or if we should in the long run. I'll call you later."

The image dematerialized and Russell just stared out into empty space. He and Erica had been on this relationship roller-coaster for the last 6 months, and maybe it was time to get off once and for all.

Russell said, "Sivers delete message."

Sivers replied, "Message deleted sir."

Russell said, "Sivers. Hypothesis; What are the chances of Erica calling me back? Given the known parameters."

Sivers replied, "Given the parameters of your personality, Miss Andrews' personality, the patterns of your contact with one another, and her vocal tone and body language from her message I hypothesize the percentage of Miss Andrews contacting you at less than 10% at this time."

Russell shook his head and said, "10%? My friend you are being far too optimistic." Russell got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a protein bar and a small glass of orange juice.

Once he finished both Russell went back to his bedroom and put on a pair of sweats. He stood before a door and said, "Sivers prepare the V-R weight room. Setting a basement in one of the poorer sections of town. Middle of the night, 3 others in there no interaction at this time."

Sivers replied after 3 seconds, "Your weight room is ready. It is now 7:15 and you are to be at 9. When shall I remind you?"

Russell replied, "Go for 8:10. Anyone calls or comes to the door take a message. Unless..."

Sivers replied, "Unless it is Miss Andrews understood sir."

Russell opened the door and stepped in and closed the door to begin his workout.

Space Station Starting.

MY RPG plate is becoming a little too full..gotta back out of this one. Hope you all enjoy it and good luck

The God Complex

Well well well I was wondering when you'd get around to starting something up....expect my CS in a day or two.

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Are you still accepting Character Sheets for this one? I'm interested.