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Current It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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4 mos ago
As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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"What do you want, loser?"


Наталия





Name:

Nataliya Zalchenkov

Age and Birthday:

16; October 12, 1985

Gender:

Female

Personality:



Nataliya can either be your best friend or your worst enemy, depending how you fare around her. She's a bit of a smartass and doesn't like being told what to do, constantly clashing with authority. She isn't much for speaking, but when she does, she speaks in a thick Eastern European accent.

Likes:

-Loud Punk Rock & Heavy Metal music
-Coffee
-Cute boys & girls (bisexual)
-Cigarettes
-Junk food
-Getting high and/or drunk
-Video games
-Playing guitar
-Taking pictures of random things and saying it's art
-Sleeping in late
-Snow
-Skateboarding
-Not wearing pants sometimes


Dislikes:

-Authority
-Religion
-Having to get up early
-Doing chores
-When people try to act better than her
-Talking about her parents
-Snakes
-High places
-Summer
-Bullies


Bio:




Nataliya's parents immigrated from Ukraine to escape the Soviet Union. They lived in Detroit for about a year when Nataliya was born. Then they moved to Birchmont. Her father worked for a construction company while her mother worked as a teacher during the day...and a prostitute during the night while her father worked late.

Not only that, but Nataliya's father also had a compulsive drinking and gambling habit, putting the family deeper into crippling amounts of debt. Soon, he discovered his wife had been selling her body for money on the side, money she had been using to fuel her drug habit. A fight broke out between the two, which ended with her mother shooting hr father to death. Nataliya was only six years old at the time. She still remembers to this day the look on her father's face when the gun went off and he clutched his chest pouring blood.

After Nataliya's mother was arrested and charged with first degree murder, Nataliya was placed in the care of the Birchmont Orphanage. She grew up wild without any parental guidance, and she was constantly in trouble with the orphanage staff. None would want to adopt her, as she always looked mean and meddlesome. By sixteen, Nataliya has already been arrested three times by the police. Once for assault with a deadly weapon (a staff member tried to rape her allegedly, so she bashed him over the head with a lamp). Again for minor in possession of marijuana. And once more in 2000 for minor in possession of alcohol and public intoxication. (she was caught with a girlfriend of hers in the park, drunk and skinny dipping in the park's pond) The orphanage wants to get rid of her, claiming she is nothing but a bad seed, but by law they cannot remove her unless she is adopted. Guess they'll just have to put up with "Naughty Nat" as they call her.



Welcome to the End of the World


Welp...it's the apocalypse. On the day the bombs fell, everyone in their right mind either hightailed it to the nearest fallout shelter or moved to Canada because it was lovely that time of the year. I dunno. Those who weren't so lucky...or were just too lazy to get up from their easy chair and put the cheetos down, well, they got vaporized, burnt to a crisp. Kinda like when that dude at the McDonalds forgets your fries and burns 'em in the grease, so they're like hard ass potato chips.

Anywho, we're the Reds. For years we've been trapped in the ruins of this bombed out city (I think it's New Jersey), just trying to survive and hopefully find a way out someday. Until then, we're stuck fighting a bunch of assholes who decided to start shooting us one day. There's the Yellows. Now, they're smarter than us at everything, but according to the C.O., they suck at interrogating people. Then, there's the Blues, stupid, stupid Blues.

And then there's...oh yeah! The Reds! We kick so much ass, we need ass-proof shoe polish man! We're like the best soldiers in the world! We get all the girls, all the guns, and we- *shot by a sniper*

God dammit, Mike! I said keep your head down! Somebody get over there and grab that MG!




So welcome to Gone With the Blastwave, the story of the Reds, a ragtag group of soldiers trying to survive in the hostile environment of post apocalypse. As you can see, they suck at their job and are needing recruits! But first.

RULES

....BAH! You know the rules!

CS

Name: (Not like it matters)
Age: (Not like it matters either)
Appearance: (You're wearing a gas mask all the time! We don't even see your face!)
Rank: (We usually determine that by your kill count)
Position: (Gunner, Rifleman, Sniper, Grenadier, Medic, or....Doggy Style? *slapped*)
Weapons: (Hey, why does this asshole get the big gun?! I wanted the big gun!)

Anywho, enlist now and have fun!
@Rune_Alchemist

Nariah will be waiting~ ;D
@ineffable@DriveEMOut@Alisdragon911

m.youtube.com/watch?v=XYO-WueHGzU

Evelyn landed on the roof of a nearby apartment building, sprinting at top speed. She leaped across the chasm between the buildings like she was gliding through air, landing in a graceful somersault and vaulting over fences and AC ducts in her way. The earpiece in her ear crackled with Nara's voice, asking where they were.

"On our way!" Evelyn shortly replied pressing the button while making another daring bound to another rooftop. "Anything on the news yet?" Sirens were blaring as she neared Pershing. If Ev remembered correctly, there was a bank on that street, a pretty big one at that.

Sure enough, she got to the edge of a library overlooking the bank. Down below...Ev could only describe as a battlefield. "Holy shit..."

Cops swarmed the bank, a sea of reds and blues flashing amidst the vermillion heat of smoldering flames. There were police cars all shot up, officers huddled behind them with their guns drawn, looking scared as ever. Broken glass and spent shells littered the city streets, stsined with blood from the brave men in blue who took a bullet.

Gunfire rattled catching Ev's eye. There were two robbers outside, heavily armored with two big machine guns tearing apart everything in their path. The others Ev could see in the bank, mean looking guys dressed military style with masks looking like they were ripped out of the Purge movies.

"BACK OFF PIGS, OR WE'LL START KILLING HOSTAGES!"

The lead robber shouted. Ev gulped nervously. The situation was pretty tense.
@ineffable@cloudystar

*stumbles in with a cup of coffee and bunny slippers* Mmmnngh.... gewwd morning. =___= I'm still dragging ass, but I'm awake. Gotta clean the house here in a few and go buy some groceries.

@Rune_Alchemist

Happy national gluttony day! ^___^ I sent PM as well!
Kay guys. Definitely an OOC tomorrow. For now, sleep.
Hmmm...well after copious playthroughs of New Vegas, I've been in a western mood.

*placing flag*
DISREGARD!
@Rune_Alchemist@xChrome@ineffable@cloudystar

The room continued to spin around her as Claudia stumbled to her feet, feeling a tad nauseous. "I'm quite alright, dear. Thank you." Weakly Claudia replied. Twas a strughle for her to stand, but she made it to both feet, albeit staggering and shuddering still from the after effects of the poison....and the sad, sad memories it brought back to the woman.

For the most part she sat idly by, listening intently to both Skylar and Quinton explain about...their quest and whatnot. She didn't catch the full gist of it, but Claudia understood enough what it would entail, danger, certain demise, perhaps a little excitement, if you were the warrior type or thrived on the edge of death. Which...as by her reaction to the poison...Claudia wasn't.

Thank the gods there were strong people here to defend her...

Speaking of strong people, where had Nariah gone?
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