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Has your character been accepted?
Where's everyone from the Scout Regiment? Y'all all disappeared!
Will we be pm'd if we make the cut?
And in addition to that question, will it be 10 overall characters that make it? Or will it be 10 out of the new recruits?
And in addition to that question, will it be 10 overall characters that make it? Or will it be 10 out of the new recruits?
Tiger - Rooftop - Light
As the heroes exited one alleyway, they seemed to just enter another. Even in the Big Apple there was darkness, darkness not anyone could comprehend. The two rode quickly, gazing upon their set destination. The bike roared fiercely as the engine clinked with oil. The tires had been soaked in puddle water as they continued down the exit ways. There was a low stench around them, one that could easily be distinguished as rotten pizza.
After about five minutes of quick riding, the cowboy and the alien came to a sudden stop before the rondevu point. The building was taller than the surrounding ones, standing at about thirty to forty feet in height. Tiger pulled the key from his bike and hit the foot-peg to allow the bike to rest. He allowed Light to get off first, being both courteous and smart. If he had gotten off first, there was a ninety percent possibility the bike would have tilted over. He fixed his hat and belt and started to walk towards the building, standing the opposite side of where the entrance would be.
For a second he had to conclude that it wouldn't be safe to go in through the front door. If he walked around the building and took the entrance, the cops would most likely get involved. So he turned to his trusty fire escape and looked towards the top. He fixed his hat one more time and started towards those long stairs. "Cowboy up darlin', were gonna have us a necktie party" Tiger called out as he started up in the zig-zag formation of the stairs.
As the two headed upward towards the roof, Tiger felt he had to keep a conversation going. "You ever ride before sweetheart? Never mounted up on one of those?" he started, talking about his motorcycle. "Hope you enjoyed yourself. You know what they say, ridin' is like dancin', you gotta feel the rhythm and go with it." The two had continued and continued, Tiger never keeping his mouth closed. He kept the conversation going even though he didn't feel he was getting responses. "......and that's how Ol' Willy Jones lost his hand. Never approach a Bull from the front, a Horse from the rear, or a Fool from any direction, remember that" he finished as they finally reached the roof.
He looked left and right with squinted eyes, unable to see anyone. "What in the-" he started, amazed that Virtuvian was nowhere in sight. "Dang greenhorn tenderfooted city-slicker!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and huffing loudly. "That boy is all hat and no cattle"
"What now darlin'?" he asked Light, wondering what she thought should be their next move.
As the heroes exited one alleyway, they seemed to just enter another. Even in the Big Apple there was darkness, darkness not anyone could comprehend. The two rode quickly, gazing upon their set destination. The bike roared fiercely as the engine clinked with oil. The tires had been soaked in puddle water as they continued down the exit ways. There was a low stench around them, one that could easily be distinguished as rotten pizza.
After about five minutes of quick riding, the cowboy and the alien came to a sudden stop before the rondevu point. The building was taller than the surrounding ones, standing at about thirty to forty feet in height. Tiger pulled the key from his bike and hit the foot-peg to allow the bike to rest. He allowed Light to get off first, being both courteous and smart. If he had gotten off first, there was a ninety percent possibility the bike would have tilted over. He fixed his hat and belt and started to walk towards the building, standing the opposite side of where the entrance would be.
For a second he had to conclude that it wouldn't be safe to go in through the front door. If he walked around the building and took the entrance, the cops would most likely get involved. So he turned to his trusty fire escape and looked towards the top. He fixed his hat one more time and started towards those long stairs. "Cowboy up darlin', were gonna have us a necktie party" Tiger called out as he started up in the zig-zag formation of the stairs.
As the two headed upward towards the roof, Tiger felt he had to keep a conversation going. "You ever ride before sweetheart? Never mounted up on one of those?" he started, talking about his motorcycle. "Hope you enjoyed yourself. You know what they say, ridin' is like dancin', you gotta feel the rhythm and go with it." The two had continued and continued, Tiger never keeping his mouth closed. He kept the conversation going even though he didn't feel he was getting responses. "......and that's how Ol' Willy Jones lost his hand. Never approach a Bull from the front, a Horse from the rear, or a Fool from any direction, remember that" he finished as they finally reached the roof.
He looked left and right with squinted eyes, unable to see anyone. "What in the-" he started, amazed that Virtuvian was nowhere in sight. "Dang greenhorn tenderfooted city-slicker!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and huffing loudly. "That boy is all hat and no cattle"
"What now darlin'?" he asked Light, wondering what she thought should be their next move.
Hey. Idk what's happened, but Virtuvian guy vanished. Thing is, that character called out to ours. It was meant for him to unite us, but........yea. Any ideas on how we can get this going again?
Please do not enter the Chatzy room until your character has been accepted. Thank you. If u have any questions you are welcome to submit them here in the OOC.
@RoranHawkins and User: Later tonight I will speak with our GM wether we are acceptin any more people. The RP is at a point that it would be unconventional to let anyone in right now. I will speak to them and get back to y'all here in the OOC.
@RoranHawkins and User: Later tonight I will speak with our GM wether we are acceptin any more people. The RP is at a point that it would be unconventional to let anyone in right now. I will speak to them and get back to y'all here in the OOC.
@User: we are no longer takin in characters with military or medical backgrounds. If you'd like to join, I'm gonna ask for u to change your skill set.
Hank and Others - Camp
As Seth led Aaliyah to the survivor Floyd, Hank just starred to the med tent hoping Heather wouldn't come out of it. He prayed she wouldn't be the nosy woman she usually was - always getting into the conversation when it didn't involve her. As Aaliyah spoke, the first thing she asked was exactly what the two leaders had done to this poor fellow. Hank frowned upon this question, not sure why she thought they did anything to him - which they didn't. They had never killed nor harmed a human being - not a live one anyway.
"We found him durin' our run. We went into the forest South of here and there he was, knocked unconscious. I think he somehow hit his head on a rock. He must have been running through that rough terrain. But that doesn't matter. You're goin' to fix him up and then we'll decide what happens next" Hank explained as DeSean came into the scene. "What happens next is that we let him go. We can't afford to feed another person, let alone fix him up like we intend to do" DeSean said, giving his opinion on the matter. "We've already gone through this DeSean, he's a person, just like all of us. He needs help so were helpin' him, and that's that."
"I agree with Hank, we can't just leave him to die" Seth said, hands in his pocket as he gave an 'It's-the-right-thing-to-do' smile. "Shut up Seth, you don't know nothing. But anyway, it's a group decision right? Just like all other decisions we've ever made. So fix him up so we can decide if he should stay" DeSean added to his last argument. Hank crossed his arms and looked back down at Aaliyah as she continued to examine the man.
"Aaliyah, I know were short on supplies, but please make sure he gets well" Hank started as he knelt down beside the woman. "If we decide to let him go, let's at least give him a chance to survive. Were people first, survivors sec-" he stopped as a sudden call came from a most annoying woman. "What the hell?" Heather asked with no intention of being answered. Hank could of sworn he could hear her stomps as she got closer to them. Her eyebrows had become fierce along with her pupils. At times, Hank could see a demonic aura come from the deep darkness in her soul. He really didn't want to deal with what was next.
"What the hell did you guys do?" she asked incredulously. "Please God don't tell me you hit him. DeSean, I told you not to let him drive!"
Right before Hank could comment on her abrupt question, one that was already explained to Aaliyah, DeSean stepped forward. "We didn't hit him woman, we found him in the woods. He was hurt so we picked him up. And I drove, so you know we didn't get in no accident" DeSean said amused by Heather's reaction to the situation. The man couldn't help but get a laugh at how she treated Hank. But on the other hand, Hank was bitin' down on the inside of his bottom lip as his right eyebrow raised in exasperation. Seth had turned to Hank and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Calm down dude, she's just being Heather" he whispered with a smirk. Hank didn't even turn to Seth, he fixed his eyes on Heather as she started to help Aaliyah.
She then asked for DeSean's help instead of Hank's, pissing him off even more. He was even closer to them and could have easily gotten the man up faster, but noooo..........Heather didn't want his help. DeSean looked at Heather as if he didn't understand what she wanted him to do. But that wasn't it, it was because he felt as though he didn't take orders from this woman. "Seth, you can help" DeSean said, pointing at the girls as he returned to his wife who waited for him by the campfire. Seth huffed and took Floyd by the legs, helping the woman escort him to the med-tent. He left before they started to do whatever it was they did.
As everyone had returned to do what they had been doing before all of this, Hank just sat by himself on the bed of the truck. He pulled out a cigarette pack - Marlboro Lights 100's. Pulling out one of the three remaining cigarettes, Hank lit it and began to smoke. He sighed heavily with his eyes closed as he rubbed his eyes. As he opened them he turned towards the sky. "I'm trying to save everyone, but..........." he paused as he inhaled once again from the smoke. He exhaled before continuing. "But every time I make a decision it seems she's against me. I know.........I've done the worst kinds of thangs, but.........this........this is not one of those thangs. I'm savin' someone's life here and they think I'm the one who put him in this position. I've never hurt anyone in my life for cryin' out loud. I don't even use guns, just this axe. Please, I just want her to forgive me. I want her to know..........that.........that I still............." he paused yet again as he threw the burned out smoke to the ground and stomped on it as he got off the truck. "....Forget it, I don't even know why I'm talkin' to you."
As Seth led Aaliyah to the survivor Floyd, Hank just starred to the med tent hoping Heather wouldn't come out of it. He prayed she wouldn't be the nosy woman she usually was - always getting into the conversation when it didn't involve her. As Aaliyah spoke, the first thing she asked was exactly what the two leaders had done to this poor fellow. Hank frowned upon this question, not sure why she thought they did anything to him - which they didn't. They had never killed nor harmed a human being - not a live one anyway.
"We found him durin' our run. We went into the forest South of here and there he was, knocked unconscious. I think he somehow hit his head on a rock. He must have been running through that rough terrain. But that doesn't matter. You're goin' to fix him up and then we'll decide what happens next" Hank explained as DeSean came into the scene. "What happens next is that we let him go. We can't afford to feed another person, let alone fix him up like we intend to do" DeSean said, giving his opinion on the matter. "We've already gone through this DeSean, he's a person, just like all of us. He needs help so were helpin' him, and that's that."
"I agree with Hank, we can't just leave him to die" Seth said, hands in his pocket as he gave an 'It's-the-right-thing-to-do' smile. "Shut up Seth, you don't know nothing. But anyway, it's a group decision right? Just like all other decisions we've ever made. So fix him up so we can decide if he should stay" DeSean added to his last argument. Hank crossed his arms and looked back down at Aaliyah as she continued to examine the man.
"Aaliyah, I know were short on supplies, but please make sure he gets well" Hank started as he knelt down beside the woman. "If we decide to let him go, let's at least give him a chance to survive. Were people first, survivors sec-" he stopped as a sudden call came from a most annoying woman. "What the hell?" Heather asked with no intention of being answered. Hank could of sworn he could hear her stomps as she got closer to them. Her eyebrows had become fierce along with her pupils. At times, Hank could see a demonic aura come from the deep darkness in her soul. He really didn't want to deal with what was next.
"What the hell did you guys do?" she asked incredulously. "Please God don't tell me you hit him. DeSean, I told you not to let him drive!"
Right before Hank could comment on her abrupt question, one that was already explained to Aaliyah, DeSean stepped forward. "We didn't hit him woman, we found him in the woods. He was hurt so we picked him up. And I drove, so you know we didn't get in no accident" DeSean said amused by Heather's reaction to the situation. The man couldn't help but get a laugh at how she treated Hank. But on the other hand, Hank was bitin' down on the inside of his bottom lip as his right eyebrow raised in exasperation. Seth had turned to Hank and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Calm down dude, she's just being Heather" he whispered with a smirk. Hank didn't even turn to Seth, he fixed his eyes on Heather as she started to help Aaliyah.
She then asked for DeSean's help instead of Hank's, pissing him off even more. He was even closer to them and could have easily gotten the man up faster, but noooo..........Heather didn't want his help. DeSean looked at Heather as if he didn't understand what she wanted him to do. But that wasn't it, it was because he felt as though he didn't take orders from this woman. "Seth, you can help" DeSean said, pointing at the girls as he returned to his wife who waited for him by the campfire. Seth huffed and took Floyd by the legs, helping the woman escort him to the med-tent. He left before they started to do whatever it was they did.
As everyone had returned to do what they had been doing before all of this, Hank just sat by himself on the bed of the truck. He pulled out a cigarette pack - Marlboro Lights 100's. Pulling out one of the three remaining cigarettes, Hank lit it and began to smoke. He sighed heavily with his eyes closed as he rubbed his eyes. As he opened them he turned towards the sky. "I'm trying to save everyone, but..........." he paused as he inhaled once again from the smoke. He exhaled before continuing. "But every time I make a decision it seems she's against me. I know.........I've done the worst kinds of thangs, but.........this........this is not one of those thangs. I'm savin' someone's life here and they think I'm the one who put him in this position. I've never hurt anyone in my life for cryin' out loud. I don't even use guns, just this axe. Please, I just want her to forgive me. I want her to know..........that.........that I still............." he paused yet again as he threw the burned out smoke to the ground and stomped on it as he got off the truck. "....Forget it, I don't even know why I'm talkin' to you."
Name - Tintoretto
Alias - Brick
Age - Nineteen
Sponsor - Martian Manhunter (J'onn J'onzz)
Personality - Short-tempered, Tough, and Impulsive. (......yet Kindhearted at times....)
Brief Bio - Banished from his planet, Tintoretto was sent to Earth, light years away from his home. Tintoretto was sent on a Slider spaceship to crash land on Earth and be killed by its roaming species. Fortunately for Tintoretto, his ship was intercepted by a colossal satellite outside of Earth's orbit. This satellite belonged to the Justice League of America, heroes of tomorrow. Tintoretto was taken in as a prisoner at first, but was later found no longer hostile. To be brief, he was given a chance by none other than the Martian Manhunter, an extraterrestrial being to the planet of Earth, just like Tintoretto. (Other stuff will be revealed throughout the RP hopefully.)
Notes - The Sliders are an amphibious race from planet Swaenous. Most Sliders grow rapidly into masculine creatures. Though they seem much older than they look, their physical appearance must be disregarded.
Alias - Brick
Age - Nineteen
Sponsor - Martian Manhunter (J'onn J'onzz)
Personality - Short-tempered, Tough, and Impulsive. (......yet Kindhearted at times....)
Brief Bio - Banished from his planet, Tintoretto was sent to Earth, light years away from his home. Tintoretto was sent on a Slider spaceship to crash land on Earth and be killed by its roaming species. Fortunately for Tintoretto, his ship was intercepted by a colossal satellite outside of Earth's orbit. This satellite belonged to the Justice League of America, heroes of tomorrow. Tintoretto was taken in as a prisoner at first, but was later found no longer hostile. To be brief, he was given a chance by none other than the Martian Manhunter, an extraterrestrial being to the planet of Earth, just like Tintoretto. (Other stuff will be revealed throughout the RP hopefully.)
Notes - The Sliders are an amphibious race from planet Swaenous. Most Sliders grow rapidly into masculine creatures. Though they seem much older than they look, their physical appearance must be disregarded.
@Doctor: They're accepted. You should probably begin in the new group. Though I wasn't goin to let anyone else join them, It's honestly the only place for anyone to join right now. The new group consists of Hank, DeSean, Jennifer, Seth, Heather, Aiden, Aaliyah, and Imogen. They have all known each other for a couple of months now, so they're not strangers. Your characters should already have been with the group for a while, I rather have it that way. They have camped out near some coastal plains and are currently in the progress of treatin Floyd, a survivin stranger they found unconscious during a supply run.
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