Hollow City - RP

[Scarpelt]

Name: Charlie S. Wattson
Status: Healthy
Age: 33
Description: A Handsome brown haired surgeon who works at the local hospital.
Equipment: Emergency Surgeon kit, Backpack(Contents unknown), Hospital Keycard, Wallet(69$)
Alas, the life of a successful surgeon has never bothered me. It's just everything else that bothers me. The payment is nil, the customers aren't coming as much as they used to, the company is going bankrupt. I only have my few dollars(69$ to be exact) to apply for another job for another hospital in Hollow City. As much as I want to go far, far away from the depressing city to a another slightly-less depressing city, I'm trying to save up my traveling funds as much as possible so I can leave this accursed city! But where will I go then? Blast it! I guess I'll just take a walk outside the Hospital compound and into the Plaza so I can plan out what exactly I'm going to do once I gather my traveling funds.

[Ad Bot]

[keonesan]

I just noticed I forgeted up the layering with the logo. I shall fix it. Might as well add a bit more detail while I'm at it.

[Caution]

Not a roleplay post.

I kind of worked myself into a corner here, waiting for either Power or Flame to make their move. :I

I just noticed I forgeted up the layering with the logo. I shall fix it. Might as well add a bit more detail while I'm at it.

Who cares lol.

[keonesan]

Who cares lol.

I care. :C

Anyways I fixed the logo. I'm going to have to read all your dam long posts to catch up because I was sleeping. >:U

[Caution]

Not a roleplay post.

That's not a bad thing lol. Flame and I got really into this stuff.

[keonesan]

-disregard this post-

Misread something lol.

[Caution]

Still not a roleplay post.

I didn't actually get shot, I was dreaming. :o

[-Red-]

Name: Mick Chesterfield
Status: Cut, Bruised and covered in mud.
Age: 27
Description: Blonde Hair, green eyes, fit stature. When this mess started, I had just graduated. Now look at me. I am a traveller, I walk day and night looking for a better tomorrow, well that was what the plan was. Now I wander in hope that
humanity will one day flourish again.
Equipment: Rope, Hook, A backpack with food in it, a knife and a book.
I open my eyes, it is morning. Though no birds sing. The occasional gunshot echoes in the distance and the all to often screams of people being attacked. It's a dangerous world, not like the one you learn about in school. It is rough. My education payed off for nothing, this is me, this is my life. Wandering through the states of America, I came here on a holiday after graduating from England, it makes me wish I never did. The skies are orange, not from a beautiful morning sun, but from the flames of all we once held dear to us.
I am on the edge of Hoover Dam, I spent the night sleeping on a small ledge just below the railings, but on the outside, I must be thankful I didn't roll off in my sleep, but I must now get down. People scour the roads around here, attacking passers by. These people have taken to eating humans, they go by the names of Hunters. I'm not sure if that is because they used to be hunters, or that they hunt other people down and eat them, but I know one thing, cross them once, and it'll be your last.
I get out a mountain climbing hook and some rope I looted before leaving town. I latch the hook on a bar of the railings and tie the other end of the rope to my waist. I begin my descent, the sandy stone tearing away beneath my feet. I look up to check the hook is OK, It is fine. I continue lowering myself very slowly. Heights have never scared me until now. I go down another couple meters and stop for my stomach to catch up with the rest of me. I look up again to check the hook, but there is a man standing there. He looks like a tramp, then again, I wouldn't be one to talk. He waves down at me and grins as he raises a hand to unhook the rope. I loop the right, I am close to the edge of the damn, there is a small ledge of the cliff face, close enough to swing to. I use my feet to propel me left and then swing to the right, not enough, I clamber left again and swing, still not enough. I pull back once more and swing, this time I pushed quite hard with my feet and I manage to grab a rock sticking out of the cliff. I look back up at the man, he takes off the hook, as he is still holding it, I pull on my end. He flips over the railing and his screams echo throughout the area, and a loud thud as he hits the ground adds to that. There are shouts from above.
"Wheres bill, did he just?!"
"Crap, How did he fall!"
"Something must of pushed him off! Or pulled.."
Another man looks over the edge, he is much larger with a heavy build and roughly combed beard.
"We will find the person who did this to Bill, and eat them!"
A loud cheer comes from the damn, Hunters.

[-Red-]

Non-RP Post
If anyone here has seen a film called "The Road" I am imagining these hunters I'm on about are something like the cannibals in that film.

[keonesan]

Still not a roleplay post.

I didn't actually get shot, I was dreaming. :o

forget nuggets I misread something.

[Caution]

Not a roleplay post.

Is the Hoover Dam in Hollow City? Lol. I've seen the Road, we actually have it. Neat movie.

Also, yeah, Keo, that's obvious. :P Great idea, though, I love the note idea.

This is now like the number one topic I'm checking. :D

[Flamecannon]

I wake up to my own accord. 10:56 A.M. Today I plan on getting answers. My first priority is weaponry. I was lucky that the glass didn't break before, but I am sure right now luck doesn't want to see me. My hands, corvered in small cuts due to the glass, hurt. Real bad. I wrap small pieces of the matressing around my hands. Looking outside, there is a large hole in the middle of the street. Confused already, I just decide to ignore it. I sneak about searching for weaponry. All I found was a rusted colored "Game Boy" and a large pipe, it'll have to do I suppose. In the "Game Boy" the game "The Legend of Zelda" was in the slot. I haven't been around a video game for months, so I tuck myself in an alleyway on 16th Av. (That's two streets away from 5th St.) The theme song plays, I lower the volume just in case, and I start the game. The "Load File" Screen pops up, and three files are shown, all used.
The 1st file says "Eid," The 2nd file says "Lliw," and the 3rd file says "Uoy." Hmm... "Eid Lliw Uoy?" I say to myself. What does it mean.... Eid Lliw Uoy... You... Will... Die.. Just the thought of the message given by the game spooked me out. I pulled the cartridge out and threw it across the street.

[indyjones]

Name: Ben Grapevine
Status: Shot in the abdomen
Age: 34
Description: 5'11"; brown hair, blue eyes; Fit
Equipment: Hunting Knife; Duct Tape (1/3 roll); Bible; Mini Fedora; Solar Powered Calculator
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  I stumbled into something.. or really, someone.  He was lying dead as a possum;  But he was only a child, maybe 13.  For some reason I started crying because it reminded me of my little girl, Anna.  She has been dead for three years now, but I can't get over it.  She was such a lovely girl, always happy and always wanting a piggyback.  She loved me, and my wife.  We were one happy family until the Earth started "fnuggeting" itself.  I wished my wife was there too, but she was publicly hung for treason years ago.  I pushed those thoughts out of my mind.

  I looked back at the boy.  His eyes were open, which meant he had just recently been killed.  I closed them, and for no reason at all said "Peace be with your soul".  That's when I heard a crunching noise, and realised I was being followed.  Followed by a killer.

  I turned around to see a man with a knife the size of my forearm, he lunged at me, but I was too good.  I twisted it back on him.  I had the high ground.

[Caution]

RP

Tip; use horizontal rules, looks better and it's easier.


Name: Warren | Status: Healthy | Age: 31 | Equipment: A radometer. DVD player. 10mm handgun (27). 2 44 Magnums (7). Pack of personals.


     I awoke to the sound of an approaching person. It was fairly fast paced, however still fairly distant. I got up, grabbed my pack of stuff and ran as fast as I could run back behind the brownstones and the river. A few years of erosion and lack of precipitation made this path very narrow and crumbly, but I'd rather risk it than having a serious problem on my hands. I heard his voice behind me; "Wait! I don't want to hurt you!" but I didn't stop. I kept going for a minute or two and stopped and looked behind me; the man was gone.
     The buildings opened up when the amount of land narrowed back up to 5th between the street and the river. I walked cautiously back to the street and peered around the corner; this place was familiar. I can see almost directly across the street is the building the kid burst out of only the night before. I wonder to myself if he's back and decide it's worth a shot to scope it out. I remember in the second brownstone to the left is the old man with the assault rifle who seems overly hostile and unforgiving; it's understandable in a world like this, and I realize I may look like a killer but we're all in the same situation.
     I make my way stealthily over to the apartment, "Django Del Sol," and begin to crawl through the busted door. There's a stairway to the left and a long hallway in front of me with several rooms. A thin layer of dust is covering the carpet and easily marks where the kid has been walking with a trail swept clean through it. I follow the trail and it leads me to apartment 18. I pull out my loaded 10mm and make sure its roostered; after all the bullstuff with the men in black and the shopkeeper, I want to be sure I won't get my head blown off. I buy myself a quick glance around the corner to see the inside is nicely furnished with a bed, a couch, and a dining room set in this room. Off to the right is a small kitchen with part of the countertop torn away. A television stands in the corner with a shattered screen. Part of the curtain from the window facing the front of the building at 5th St. is missing. I make my way back to the far side of the apartment and see a door, presumably to the bedroom. I knock but there is no answer. I attempt to turn the handle but it doesn't budge. The trails left behind from the kid don't go there anyway.
     There doesn't appear to be anything left of use in this small apartment, after looking through all of the accessible drawers and in the cabinets. This apartment was the only one unlocked; not a chance I'll be able to get in any of the others. I head back towards the door and exit the building through the back alley. What now?


I also made a little map of what I have gathered from you guys, information wise.



* Where I spent the night
* Flame's craft salesman
* Django Del Sol
* My location (positioned wrong, I'm at the back)
* Flamecannon's current location
* Keoneson's suspected location
- Also note I think Power is somewhere around the red.

[PowerDag]

-Snip, Caution already moved-
     I pick up the rest of my pizza and walk down the street. There is silence, except for the crackling of small fires in alleyways. They are all abandoned and left to smolder. After about five streets down, I see one living person. He appears to be a teenager, playing some sort of handheld device. He doesn't look up.
     I call out to him, asking him his name. He says, "Nonnace.". What a strange name. He looks at me, and upon seeing the tommygun on my belt, he becomes nervous. I tell him I'm not a hitman, and he calms down. I ask him what he's doing, but before he can answer, I hear a crunching sound behind me. I take my monkeywrench and randomly swing behind me.
     THWACK!
     The person I hit had appeared to be a thief. His sweater and jeans are torn, and he holds a steak knife.
     BANG! BANG!
     Gunshots. I quickly pull out my tommygun and point it in the direction the sound came from. Two hitmen point Uzis at me, and I duck behind a wrecked car for cover. Nonnace hides behind a barrel fire, pistol in hand. In moments, the hitmen are bloodied swiss cheese.