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One Piece RP?

I'd be willing to give this a try, don't know much about the show, but I know what it is.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Initiation Chained together like slaves, Hank's now blindfolded group walked and walked in an unknown direction. It had been at least three miles since they started, feet aching underneath them as their captors yelled and forced them to continue down the road. They could hear vehicles behind them, knowing they were obviously being escorted somewhere, but without the knowledge of where to. Every time they attempted to speak to one another or ask questions, they where struck at the knees and forced to the ground - and when one fell, the whole group followed. So with that in mind, Hank had not been able to communicate with anybody since their departure. The silence grew so still that even the day's inaudible coldness could be listened to - it was very uncomfortable. In addition, that same coldness ran down the spines off all the members, tensing their backbones and making their bodies cramp. Their muscles contracted deeply into an unimaginable pain, as though drills were piercing their flesh. Of course this was not literal, just a mere hyperbole of the discomfort they were forced to endure. At times, they were given breaks, allowed to sit down and rest a bit before continuing. During this time, these Klux members fed them food and let them drink water. The water sometimes tasted like urine, but the group needed the hydration. And despite the mistreatment and dreadful position they were forced into, that was not their main worry. Before leaving the community, they were informed that not all of the members would be able to get transferred. Two members, Aaliyah and Seth had been left behind in enemy territory. Richard Tries was the one making all these calls, the leader of this new profound chauvinistic Nazi gang. But despite the man's views of the world, he was rather a genius and intellectual being. He managed to create a large army-like group based on the notion of racial pride. One man with the ability to completely change the mindset of an entire allegiance. He was a rather militant man, upright and very belligerent. He was trying to eradicate entire races, create an empire he only dreamed about. Out of this world? Not anymore. Maybe the world before where the government would put stop to such a deadly activist. But now, where government didn't rule nor create regulations, or 'serve the people'......... A man like Richard Tries could become a legend for future generations. His notion could be passed on to the learning children and create world where only the Caucasian race would rule. He could become king. Anyhow, he himself was escorting Hank and the others. The group believed Richard forced Seth and Aaliyah to stay because he would soon put them out of their misery, providing more entertainment for his people. That would make three members they would lose since arriving at Baton Rogue. Jennifer was still grieving at the loss of her husband which no one could blame her for. The woman had been obligated to watch her man stripped of his breath. Heather was speechless, had not said a word since her big fight with Hank. But despite her silence, it was obvious DeSean's death had impacted her immensely. She was one of the original members, so was closer to DeSean than one would think - they knew each other in the world of the past. Imogen....... who knew? She was also kind of a mystery, always difficult to guess what she was thinking. But like Heather, Imogen was really close to Aaliyah and Seth. So one could only imagine what she pictured in her head for the future of her friends. Once again the group was being torn to shreds from the inside out. Everyone's emotions were forcing a barrier between the members. Hank didn't feel worthy of leading anymore, losing friends one after another. Floyd pushed away too, going back to his independent persona. Losing DeSean was one thing, losing Aaliyah and Seth was another. Then again, they were not exactly sure what would happen to them, but had the doubtless idea that they'd be hung just like DeSean. It seemed like endless misery for the group, they couldn't catch a break. So as they continued their journey, all they could wish for was their lives, where before it was just a place to sleep. It was survival.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After arriving at their destination, the car's horn beeped behind them as the Klux members ordered them to stop moving. The group could hear the motors of the vehicles go dead. Doors opened and footsteps got closer and closer. Hank stood still in front of the line, his eyes looking side to side under that blindfold. He had a massive headache, his temple beating profusely as his thoughts became disoriented. It wasn't a fever, probably just a cold, but he felt it throughout his entire body. He had grown weaker, insubstantial to the events he was living. The footsteps soon got closer to him and a hand crashed against his shoulder which made him jump. "Calm down, you're almost free to go" a man said, his voice being that of Richard Treis. It was very deep, coming straight from the chest. He did not have a hard time pronouncing, spoke clear and efficiently like a natural leader - the only quality Hank envied from the man. Suddenly, the group heard other vehicles approaching them from the front. If he could conclude, Hank would have said there were at least three. Richard's hand came off the shoulder of his prisoner and his footsteps moved forward. "On your knees!" another member of his group ordered. Hank slowly went down onto his knees, the other following by the movement of the chains that bounded them together. Hank listened, closing his eyes in attempt to pinpoint the conversation that was going on before him. ".....That's what we have then. You tell Tremblay to send the supplies within a week, we will be waiting. We have two others, an Asian Male and a Black Girl. If he wants them, they'll cost double. I don't need to trade them, but you get these guys today...." Richard spoke to whomever he was conversing with. Hank's eyes twitched, now certain they were being marketed like crops or merchandise. Auctioned like prizes, material beings of no significant value. By the context of Richard's words, it was evident to Hank that this 'Tremblay' was the person who was purchasing them for supplies. Was it food and water? It honestly didn't matter at this point. Hank feared that Tremblay would be as bad as Richard, maybe worse. But Richard stated they'd be free to go, what did he mean by that? Free to go from his personal grasp? Free to go into the afterlife and join DeSean and the others? Of did he genuinely mean free to go? Or was this just the initiation of a more complex existence? It was question after question. Survival in his mind, but at the hands of other people. They were in charge of defining his future at this point and all Hank and the rest could do was abide by whatever was going to happen. It's not that they wanted to play nice, is that they couldn't do anything to play rough. They didn't have the man power or firearms to defend themselves. They were at the mercy of their captors. But Hank had also read another portion of their conversation. It seemed Richard was willing to trade Seth and Aaliyah as well. Problem was, he wanted double whatever he was getting for Hank, Floyd, Imogen, Heather, and Jennifer. So the only way to save them, was to have Tremblay need both Seth and Aaliyah. That brought forth another question, why did Tremblay want people? What was he doing to them? He worked with a maniac, so Tremblay also had to have some kind of mental illness. No sane person would ever do business with such a monster as Richard Treis. So as they were being loaded onto a pickup truck of some kind, Hank sighed in a slight relief that they'd be able to save Seth and Aaliyah. He was certain or.......was positive, he could convince this Tremblay to buy the freedom of his friends. He heard the doors shut to the truck and felt it accelerate as they were being taken down the road. The wind became fierce at the speed they were traveling that Hank's blindfold moved up his head. One of his eyes was left unclothed, allowing him to see everything. "Dear god" he stated at the sight.....

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

John Teller - MEC - Buck/Ada It was all happening so much quicker than John wanted it to. He hadn't the slightest idea what was going to happen to them, where they would go after all this. It was obviously getting far too dangerous to stay, survivors showing up one after another. Luckily they hadn't arrived in large numbers, but what would happen when they did? Could they handle raiders? Thieves or killers? At this point in time, people seemed to be more dangerous than the monsters roaming the dead-lands. People would do anything they could to ensure their own survival, even kill another. So in the end, society hadn't truly changed at all. All that happened was that those that once were absent their survival instincts, found it upon this new world or never had the chance to get it before being torn to shreds by walkers. It was rather sad. At this point though, all this didn't matter since the task at hand was to shut this parasite-infested door. The moans grew louder as the three continued to push against the hoarded force. John looked back as Buck and Ada continued to push. The two were grunting loudly, but all John could hear were the sound of the dead. He heard them gasp and clink their teeth together in eagerness. They were hungry, clawing at the door and using whatever strength they possessed in attempts to get through. "I'm going to get something to close this off!!" John stated over the sound of the monsters. Without confirmation, he rushed under Buck's arms and towards the utility room just a room down the hall. In complete distress, John accidentally tripped by himself and fell dead on his shoulder. The man heard something pop, but didn't have time to be worrying about himself, so got right back up and continued towards the room. Once reaching it, he ran through his keys and quickly opened it. It was a small closet-like room with mainly janitorial supplies, but from time to time, John recalled that the hospital once had in-automated doors, so used locks and chains to keep them secured. He dug through the garbage and eventually found what he was looking for - fortunately. After his return, John made his way around his companions and put the chain through the exit door handle and tying it to whatever he could. At first there seemed to be no possible way of getting it done, but John found the possible. He forced the chain to stretch to the fire alarm's handle and attached it to that. It would hopefully hold for the time being until they could go get nails and such to honestly make sure the door would open again. Slightly, John started releasing pressure from the door, making sure it was in good condition. There was a point where all three could take their hands off the door and it still remain closed. John smiled at the sight of security, but then quickly raised his pistol at Ada and put the gun's barrel on the side of her head. "Buck, get her weapon" he instructed, not giving her any time to react. She might have helped them now, but it was her fault they were even put in that dangerous position. In addition, she drew on him earlier, obviously having some intent to do damage if necessary. She wasn't an innocent survivor, didn't earn that title just yet.

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

I apologize for the lack of activity from myself, but I'll be posting tomorrow for certain.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Monsters (Time-Skip) It all had seemed like a nightmare, a terrifying prospect in the realm of dreams. But that night terror had turned reality and tormented the minds of every group member. Confined by iron shackles, the group mourned the death of one of their closest friends. Their cries filled the spotted apartment they had all been stuffed into. They had been labeled slaves for the time being, legal property to the monsters that had captured them. Aside from the piercing sound of tears crashing against the dirt-filled carpet and the shivering sobs of the widowed maiden, the room was in complete silence. Everyone was in mourning after witnessing the beating and torture their friend had endured to only have him hung by the neck and absent breath. The monsters had surrounded him, cheered and laughed at his pain as though it were entertainment. They broke his legs, then his jaw only to shut him up. And while all this went on, the seven members of the group were forced onto their knees and watched the events unveil. They were all held at gunpoint, threatened to be killed if they tried anything. But of course, when they did, they were struck by the stock of a rifle. So no matter what had happened then, they were helpless. But this had been two hours ago. And according to the people who chained them up, two more of their friends would die if they didn't give in to the rules and become a part of this liberation as they had called it. They said they weren't supremacist, but one could logically argue against it. They said they were insurgent, revolting against the institution of a governed republic, yet they had structure. They contradicted themselves in every way, yet they never argued against the title of monsters. They brought forth the values of the old world into the new, not changing who they once were, but fast-forwarding their advocated ideals. They were monsters before, but now had evolved into something worse. Without control they were able to brake loose and create a world they dared call liberated. So as the group continued to wait, there had to be talk of their choices. Their weapons were taken, all of their personal belongings too. Even their shoes were stripped from them. All they had was the clothes on their backs and the rage that came with assassination of their friend. Well, it was more than rage. Words could not define the amount of wrath these seven members were experiencing. Through the look in their eyes, it was obvious that all they wanted to do was get revenge on the killers - there was no doubt about that. But at the moment, they couldn't plan their vengeance or retribution, instead had to figure out what the next step would be to ensure no one else would get killed. Survival had not only become running from the dead or scavenging for food and water. Now, survival had regressed to kill or be killed - survival of the fittest. It was as though time was moving backwards. Old cultures rising from the ashes like a phoenix, but not burning as brightly as it should. Instead, it returned abnormally, breaking the timeline of successes. The world was deteriorating and so was the conscious of the hominid. Humans were becoming beasts. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We can't conform to their rules. Not after what they did!" Hank stated firm and aggressively. He looked rather calm compared to most of the other members but it was all a hoax. His thoughts were a train wreck at the moment. He couldn't find a single solution that would keep all the members of his group alive. But that was not the only reason he couldn't keep his head composed. It was the fact that he had just lost his best friend - a childhood main man, a companion, a brother. DeSean, judged by the color of his skin as though it were the nineteen hundreds had been stripped from this world and moved onto the next. Despite his moving corpse, his spirit was no longer in that vessel. He was just gone. Hank watched Jennifer in the corner of the room drown herself in tears. The woman was in no condition to speak nor move for that matter. When she witnessed her husband become motionless in the air, she had completely lost it. She went into a state of shock then, her eyes had not staggered from the view of DeSean. But now all that grief and sorrow she had missed then was taken its toll now. "We don't have a choice! If we don't join them, they'll kill all of us!" Seth spoke up, Jen's cries in the background growing louder and louder. The young Asian had his hands tied to the apartment's electric heater built into the wall. He was angry, but frightened at the same time. With the knowledge that both he and Aaliyah would probably be next to go, he was no longer hesitating to come up with a plan. He understood the men out there were radically racist. They would go through any extent to rid of anything or one that wasn't Caucasian. "There's no other choice Hank..." Seth pleaded. Even now the group looked to Hank for the answers - for the escape strategy, but the man was absorbed in the loss of DeSean to think of anything. Floyd was also there, but did not speak. What was running through his mind was a mystery to the others. His eyes were squinting like most times and his body language as masculine as ever. He did not say a word nor shed a tear, but there had to be some kind of affection and the others knew it. They've all been together for quite a while now, so understood Floyd willingly chooses to keep his emotions locked inside. Hank thinks it's because Floyd is still uncomfortable, but that isn't it. Floyd keeps things to himself because he believes that his emotions would only jeopardize the group instead of help it. He thinks that it's better to act out of serenity rather than emotion. But anyway, he was feeling a little afraid knowing the monsters would return. Back when the earth was not a wasteland, when every living corpse had a heartbeat, Floyd dealt with white supremacist. He actually knew people in the modern Klu Klux Klan, but from what he remembered, they were nothing like the monsters at their doorsteps. So Floyd kept quiet, listened to whatever the others had to say. He decided it'd be best to keep to himself for now, wait for the right time to say anything if he deemed it worth it. The heat of the moment was getting to the group. Hank looked at Heather who had yet to speak, then at Imogen. He turned to Floyd a couple of times, but kept most of his attention on Seth and Aaliyah. They were the only two group members left that were of a different race. In his mind, they were the only ones in danger. When they entered this little community, Floyd had informed Hank that there were absolutely no Caucasian bodies hanging. In Hank's mind, this means that either all the white captives joined the monsters or were let go and sent on their way. Problem was that not everyone in the group was white and if they couldn't get a plan together, those members would soon meet their end. "They didn't have a single Black or Asian member in their group Seth, joining them is not an option, it won't save y'all!" Hank argued. "The only way were getting out of here alive is if we fight for our freedom. You saw what they did out there, maybe......just maybe we can find a way to make them believe there is use for us. They want entertainment. Let's give them entertainment. I don't know if it'll work, but our only chance is to negotiate with them. We have to find a compromise. When they come back, let me speak.............Let me convince them that they don't need to kill us" Hank proposed. "He's right" Floyd said from the other end of the room. "Ain't no other way" he added, nodding his head side to side. Seth's brows came together in worry. He turned to Aaliyah and stared into her eyes as if to apologize for being in such a helpless situation. He wanted to cry, but didn't dare do it in front of the guys. For so long he'd been trying to find strength and when he thought he had it, shit happened. Hank exhaled softly and cleared his throat. "Surviving.............surviving together is all that matters. I don't know about y'all, but...." Hank started, running his hand through his face. ".....I don't want to lose anybody else. We play their game. Make them believe were more than.....manikins. Because this is how we survive, how we get to live. But then.......we have to change. We become the monsters. We kill them all.."

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

John - MEC - Ada The security guard's blood started to boil more rapidly than before. He felt his body go tense for a second as she stepped into the light. She was just a young woman, younger than most of his people. He couldn't believe someone like her was surviving alone in a world like this. In addition, he couldn't believe the guts on this girl - breaking in and acting all high and mighty as she wielded that weapon. She then stated she knew John's intentions and had it figured out that he wouldn't shoot his pistol. In a sense, she was right. John didn't want to fire because he feared the effect that would come afterwards. He had never killed another human being since the apocalypse began. He smashed a couple of decomposed brains, and had to bury a woman who was like a mother to him, but shooting another living person.......no. But that did not mean it wouldn't happen. She stood as a threat to him and his group right now, so there was a possibility a bullet might need to be fired. Despite her lowering her weapon a little, John still felt uneasy. But this confrontation was getting heated when she said the back door had remained opened. The actions taken to break into the hospital wold cause a domino effect. Walkers would soon follow the ringing sound of her shooting and meet them at the exit door. John's eye twitched at the thought of being overrun. Why was all this happening now? "BUCK!!" John called out for the man, hoping he'd show and help aid the situation. The plan was to have Buck go lock the back door, or at least close it as John dealt with this woman. So after exhaling, John decided to lower his weapon, but still gripped it with might. "We need to close that door now" John told the girl, trying to get her to understand the priorities. "If we don't close it, all this.......your break in would be pointless. For now let's put our differences aside and do what we have to. Look....." he started, putting his gun back into its holster and raising up his hands up. "We need to close it and you know that, so please, put the gun away and help me make sure we don't get overrun" he added, slowly walking towards her with hands still risen.

The Descent into Tartarus [Thriller-Horror Roleplay Interest Check]

Must all the created characters be students of this professor?

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Richard Treis - Baton Rogue 3rd Community - (Note: This can be very uncomfortable for some readers) A small pickup truck meant for two passengers stopped before reaching the guns of five or six men, obviously protecting whatever was down the road. "Identification" one of the men asked after approaching the vehicle. "Were back Tom" the driver said as he pulled up his left sleeve and revealed the tattoo of a swastika. The passenger did the same thing, but showing the tattoo to have been printed on his wrist. The guard signaled the others to let the vehicle pass. Three more miles down the road, the truck reached its destination after passing another guarded stop. It drove into the small community and stopped where all the others vehicles were parked. "Boss man's gonna be happy to hear from us ain't he Gunner" the driver said with a smile, jumping out of the truck after turning off the ignition. He started down the street, saluting at other members who seemed to be in the same faction as he was. There weren't walls around this small little section of a town, but there were cars lined up in many numbers surrounding the place. Men stood guard in all areas, filled with numerous weapons of all different calibers. It was obviously very protected. As the two continued down the street, they would stare and laugh at the bodies that hung off the branches of large trees. Those bodies had now been transformed into walkers and would shake and moan throughout the entire day. "Those damn niggers deserved it" Gunner said to his companion as they looked with disgust at the walkers. Nearly all of the hanging bodies were either of African descent or another race except for Caucasian. The men living in this community were white supremacist, all turned into radical racists at the will of Richard Treis, an ex Neo Nazi leader. After a good walk, the two men reached the head honchos office, once again having to go through security before entering. The entire place was similar to Haywood, but without walls or racial equality. There weren't much rules either. The men could basically do whatever they wanted as long as it was not declared dangerous to any inhabitant. Richard Treis believed in complete freedom. Freedom from religion, from the institution of government, freedom from the oppression of other racial groups. Treis had the crazy idea to create a new world where the white race was all there was. He called it the 'New America'. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "We found a group staying near the outskirts. We compromised their vehicles so they're immobilized now. They ain't going nowhere" Steve said as Gunner stood there in silence. "How many people?" Richard asked as he looked at the map of the city. "Were not sure, but we'll send a group to get them here" Steve added, smiling at what he deemed to be a successful mission. "Do what you must, hang all who are not of our race. If there is women, give one to the next people on the list. Those that remain will either join us, or will be taken to Trembly's community for possible trade" Richard instructed as he signaled Gunner to come in closer. "Is this the area?" he said, pointing at a small subdivision on the map. "Yes sir" Gunner answered. "Okay. We have two niggers locked up in 7806. Hang them both, but torture them for the death of Neil. He was a good man." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You Niggers gone fucked up ain'tcha?!" Gunner said, issuing a kick into the black man's stomach. The man coughed irregularly, trying to breath as he tried to squirm off his chains. Steve laughed at the tears of the black man, clapping as Gunner continued to torture him with more punches and kicks. The other black man stood quiet as his friend was being beaten to death. Steve turned to that quiet Negro and unzipped his pants, pulling out his junk. "Let's wash you up shall we Nigger boy" he said, starting to urinate all over the man's dark skin. "Ain'tcha thirsty?! Drink up!!" he said with malice. "You done Gunner?" "Yeah, let's get them outside" Gunner responded, unchaining the two men and dragging them out of the house. Many more faction members started to help Steve and Gunner set up their little pulley system as they tied ropes around the two black men's necks. Richard himself stood outside his office with arms crossed as he watched the event go down. There was at least fifty men surrounding these two black people, cheering and ranting as they awaited the spectacle. To them, this was their new form of television, of comedy or entertainment. "Hang them! Hang those niggers!" many of the members would yell out. Others would throw shit at them, be it mud, balls of paper, or whatever they could get their hands on at the moment. It all got quiet as Gunner was handed a baseball bat, and Steve a crowbar. And just as they were handed those tools, the two simultaneously struck the black men in the legs, breaking the bones they stood on. The men shrieked in pain as they fell down to have the rope around their necks catch them before they hit the ground. Gunner picked one of the men by the chin. "You niggers were never meant to walk on these lands. This is NEW AMERICA!!!" he yelled out as the crowd cheered. "Hang them boys" Steve yelled out as the rope was pulled down to effectively bring the black man off the ground as they started to shudder for air, reaching at their necks in attempt to remove the rope. Soon enough they came to a complete motionless stop and just hung there. "Wait for it, wait for it" Gunner said to his partner. And like every other hung victim, they came back to life in a more monstrous form. "YYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" all the men yelled, enjoying the spectacle. Richard Treis smiled and returned to his office.

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

John Teller - MEC - Everyone Else The echoing sound of a gunshot made John jump in alarm. He looked at Victoria as he rushed to the window of the room, looking outside of the hospital in attempt to see something, but there was nothing. The green grass was calm and there were no walkers in sight. John quickly removed the gun from his holster and moved quickly to exit the room. "You stay here no matter what, do you understand?!" he commanded as he shut the door and locked it from the outside. Once outside he looked in each direction, noticing Farren outside her room. "Get in the room, now!" he said to her uneasily, then moving on to check on Mr. Oswald who seemed to still be asleep. John began to sprint towards the stairs, noticing the sound had come from the first floor rather than the second. He skipped steps as he rushed downward and raised his gun in complete defense. He moved slowly, cautiously through the hall, checking every room. "Where'd the shot come from?" he questioned himself. Because of the emptiness of the hospital, the gunshot had echoed so loudly throughout the entire premise that it was difficult to pinpoint the initial location. Because it was daylight there was enough luminescence to see the surroundings. The security guard was well aware of the complexity of the hospital, he knew every room, every exit, every entry way. Therefore, he used that knowledge to his advantage and moved down the hall towards the back entry way leading to the open garage in the back. John had not seen Buck anywhere and for some reason, hoped the gunshot wasn't meant for the man. "Did walkers get inside?" he also thought to himself. But the facts proved that it had to be some kind of survivor and raider. Buck didn't have a gun so it was obviously not him. Farren, Oswald, and Tori were upstairs so it wasn't them either. But whoever it was, was armed and would prove to be dangerous. John continued down the hall when he suddenly heard footsteps on the other end of the corridor. So with a quick stutter, John forced himself to the wall and awaited the steps to continue. He heard them coming closer and closer and wasn't sure how to proceed. His main goal was to get out of this with no one getting hurt. He didn't want anyone in danger, especially the little boy. For some odd reason, despite not really knowing Dean or his mom, he wanted them to be safe. He had this idea that Dean would be the future of it all. So when everything ends, he'll be the one to rise up and pass on history to a new civilization. Therefore, without desire to fire his weapon, he decided that he'd use the power of intimidation. In a flash, he stepped out into the hallway and pointed his gun at the shadow before him, hidden by the dark effigy of obscurity. "Put the gun down and I will not be forced to shoot you" he commanded, his tone affirmative and strong. He pointed his pistol high and steady, unsure who he was speaking too because this person stood where the sun did not reach. "Whatever you want, we will not give you, so please.........do not do this" he stated, immediately thinkking the person before him was a raider.

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

@Polyphemus

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