Oliver

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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Ciel hesitated for a moment when someone asked if he wanted a story. His parents never read to him, and his tutors stopped doing so after he turned 7 or so. So it had been a long time since someone had offered him something like this. Though usually he did his best to act older than he really was, this time he let himself act his age and nodded yes. Besides, it would keep him from falling asleep and give him something to focus on other than the stabbing pain in his stomach, his dry throat and the tube in his arm.

The boy opened his glassy blue eyes, shifting his left arm as if to try and prop himself up only to realize he had nowhere near enough energy to do so. He lifted his head a bit off the bed to get a better look at the man he know recognized was Lyon. He was actually starting to trust these people a lot faster than he would have if he hadn't come to them in need of urgent medical attention.

Christmas & Friends RP?

So what kind of an age range are we looking at for this RP?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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Ciel lay pale and languid on the bed, unable to do much more than occasionally tilt his head to look around the room. At least he was conscious, which was more than could be said for the man on the next bed over. Ciel only looked like he was at death's door...the other patient probably was, given how much blood was on everything. The young boy coughed weakly, his parched dry throat causing him discomfort almost as much as his empty, cramping stomach. He tried to move his arm, but the IV prevented him from doing so. Ripping the tube out of his arm wasn't a good idea, as that was the only thing that was keeping him conscious.

The boy continued to silently watch the occupants of the room, trying to focus on something other than his pain. He had kind of hoped to learn a few names, but as it stood the only people he knew by name were Sana and Lyon. The other so far were just the girls, the bleeding man and the rude Frenchman. He felt his vision start to blur again, so he stopped moving around so much, lying still as if asleep and forcing his eyes to close. The last thing he wanted right now was to faint again. The problem with unconsciousness was that you easily lost track of time. While unconscious, minutes and hours and days and even weeks seem like mere seconds. Though he kept his eyes closed, he bit hard into the inside of his cheek to keep himself awake. God knows when he'd wake up if he allowed himself to sleep.

The Next Avengers

"Sounds cool." Will said, sounding a bit less nervous now that they kind of had a basic plan. He still didn't think much of his chances, seeing as this program was far more advanced than whatever he was supposed to be taking, but at least they weren't going into this blind.

He wasn't quite sure what Mark meant by enemies. Dodging obstacles and hitting targets was all fine and dandy, but somehow Will didn't like the sound of enemies. Was Mr. Lang trying to pick off the weaklings with some sort of gladiator-style fight to the death or something? Will wasn't sure he could handle that. He was good at staying out of the way and dodging things, but if he got into a fight he'd be down in 2 seconds flat. His powers weren't really geared towards combat.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ciel

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Location - Franklin, Heard County High School

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The IV seeping fluids back into his system stabilized Ciel enough that he at least seemed to be able to breathe properly, but he was still out cold. His head was tilted to the side, his platinum blond locks falling over his face. It was actually rather good that he'd passed out in this position, lest he start to vomit again. Choking on one's own stomach contents is not a good way to go by any stretch of the imagination.

After a few seconds of slowly rehydrating, the eleven year old's light blue eyes slowly blinked open, flitting left and right as his vision slowly swam back into focus. His stomach was still cramping violently and unfortunately the IV fluid did nothing for his dry throat, but at least he was conscious. He didn't risk trying to sit himself up, feeling dizzy just lying still. He weakly turned his head over to face the oldest patient, a man of between 30 and 40 years of age who was missing most of one of his legs. Ciel cringed just looking at the gruesome injury.

The Frenchman, Sana, Lyon and a few others had gathered in the room to tend to the two of them. Sana said something in French to the younger man. Ciel didn't know enough French to catch what she said. He normally wouldn't have cared much what they were saying, but right now he was a bit worried that he might be dying. At least he wasn't the only one, he thought, looking at the man with the missing leg...

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

The next thing the boy registered was that he was being held upright by someone. Even looking up at the person, he couldn't tell which one of them it was. The room was blurred and spinning in nauseating loops. He couldn't actually see anything of the room or the people in it. Apparently this was what happened to a person when they went almost two full days without water or food.

Fanculo... Thought the little blonde, a word that translated as similar to the English "F bomb". He was still conscious, but felt like he'd black out at any moment. If he had anything in his stomach he probably would have thrown up by now just because of the dizziness. He did his best to steady himself, wanting to tell whoever was holding him up that they could leave, but his throat felt bone dry.

Despite feeling terrible, the boy was mostly preoccupied by trying to figure out what had been handed to him. There was no way he could read the card in his condition, so he just felt around the small metal object, eventually deciding it was most likely a key... probably to his own room. He was surprised that they'd all been invited to stay. Whoever the woman was, her generosity was almost suspicious.

The Next Avengers

Will's eyes showed a small gleam of hope as Mark mentioned that they would pass by a bathroom on the way to the arena, but he just found himself locked into a conversation he felt obligated to finish before he just darted off. He forced a smile as he wracked his brain for the best way to explain his powers, coming up with nothing. His pause to think was starting to verge on an awkward silence so he just started blurting out everything that came to mind.

"I can... stick to things. Kind of. I mean, like, you know how geckos can climb on ceilings and stuff? Yeah, that's what I can do. And, like, I can defy friction and slide across things. It's not really all that cool." Realizing he was starting to just babble pointlessly, he fell quiet, blushing a bit. He started walking a bit more stiffly, biting hard into his lower lip.

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

The youngest of the group only entered the mansion once the others had. It wasn't like him to be this shy; usually he was a loud and argumentative boy with a lot of odd and strongly-held opinions....

The woman who answered the door spoke only in English. Great. He'd wound up in an English speaking country yet again. He only understood about three-quarters of what she was saying. She invited them inside, then she sasid something about what the food schedule was, something about bags (the kid had none), and something about the limits of the rooms. He was about to ask for some clarification, but the woman just turned around and left.

The little boy growled in frustration, stumbling up the front steps as if he were having trouble keeping his balance. He walked through the doors and only seconds later the whole foyer started to spin with nauseating dizziness. No. No, no no. He thought in a panic, holding his head in his hands as if that would help the spinning sensation and the incessant ringing in his ears. He was going to pass out if he didn't stop himself from doing so, but there wasn't much to be done about it. The ten year old struggled to stay on his feet, holding onto the banister of the stairs to keep himself balanced.

The Next Avengers

Will stiffened in surprise as Mr. Lang spoke to him. His gaze flitted to the floor and he blushed when Mr. Lang jokingly requested that he not pee on the floor. The older man was rather perceptive, but given that he was the second person to point out that he'd noticed, maybe Will was just being too damn obvious. He strained to stop fidgeting, biting his fingernails anxiously in a last-ditch attempt to take his mind off of things.

Lang's female assistant gave a piece of news he had dreaded hearing. This was his first class. There was no way he'd be getting excused anytime soon. Internally panicking, Will dropped to the back of the group as they filed out towards the obstacle course. Now he had even more reasons to be drowning in anxiety. Partner activities were the worst. Having someone else rely on you when you were the least competent person in the whole room was a sickening thought.

He continued to say nothing, glancing up at his partner with an apologetic sort of look. If Mark got mad at him for being a bad partner, he decided he wouldn't retaliate.

Then again, Will wasn't really giving himself enough credit. He didn't really know what these people could do, he only assumed it was better than what he could do. In actuality, his ability was far from pathetic and he had remarkably good control over it for someone who'd only had it for less than a year. But in his mind, he imagined that because he was a beginner in an advanced course, he'd just end up making a fool of himself and making Mr. Lang regret ever giving him a chance.

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

A little boy of no more than 9 or 10 years old stumbled up to the massive estate. His light blond hair was a disaster, sticking out every which way and appearing to not have been washed very recently at all. His green hoodie and brown shorts were dusted with dirt, as if he'd been wandering around the woods for the last day or two... which is exactly what had happened. That, among other things.

Quando tornerò a Firenze, non sono mai riprendendo un aereo. The boy thought, staggering his way up the dirt road. He felt extremely dizzy and exhausted, probably because he hadn't had any water in about 30 hours. On top of that he was hungry, exhausted and ready to just curl up and die. He was never getting back to Florence. He'd never see his father or brothers again. Smettila. Il pessimismo è inutile. He scolded himself mentally. If he just died right here, he'd ensure his eternal separation from what remained of his family. Besides, that mansion up ahead looked highly promising....

The little blond finally made made his way up to the huge front doors of the mansion. A couple of women had already gathered on the front step, their vehicles parked in the drive. The small boy kept his distance, looking up at them and the highly impressive building from the bottom of the steps. It just so happened that he was mostly just trying not to pass out at this point.