Hollow City - RP

[Niblic]

I sit inside a broken building, fumbling with tools and a rusty hunk of metal. Nonnace sits nearby, fiddling with some other hunk of metal I can't identify.
     CLANG! CLANG!
I take a hammer to the metal, as it is gradually shaped into the shape of a gun. It is shaped sort of like a fat, tubular machinegun, but there is a ball and some rings on the end like one of those laser guns you'd find in a cheesy '80s sci-fi. As I insert wires into the strange gun, it hums lightly. I write my progress onto some empty blueprint papers I found. When I'm finished wiring, I put a D-size battery into the perfectly-shaped magazine slot. The gun hums louder, and the "barrel" emits electricity in small arcs that hit a carburetor near my left hand. I quickly move my hand away to avoid being shocked, but a small arc gets it. My hand tingles from the shock, but it doesn't leave a burn.
     "Finished!"
At last, my weapon is complete.
     "I call it...Mjolnir 2.0!"
Nonnace looks up at me, unamused.
     "Really? Mjolnir 2.0?"
     "Well, it's all I could think of."
     "It's your weapon, you can name it what you want."
     "I know, and I'll probably change the name later. It IS a cheesy name."

Then Johnny loving 5 blows a wall up on the broken building with an easily dispensable grenade.

BOT LOG:
...XPLOSIVE VESSEL\627x253x586\ACTIVATING LIGHT EMITTER RAY...\627x254x587\IDENTIFYING SURROUNDINGS...\637x258x592\

COMMUNICATIONS \ \ \ \ \ \

INPUT: > Hello, strange vessels covered by unknown synthetic material!
OUTPUT: > Hello, fellow humans!

INPUT: > Would you mind if I set off an explosive charge in your protein chutes?
OUTPUT: > Quite a fine place here.

INPUT: > I shall provide you with sufficient light in order to assist you in your current objectives.
OUTPUT: > I'm going to shine a light on you.

INPUT: > fjadkhfaukdfiafg
OUTPUT: > Feet Jade King forget Dialog Forget

[Ad Bot]

[Watcher In The Myst]

Name: Ruby Scrawn
Status: Fit for freerunning/parkour.
Age: 21
Desc.:White hoodie, blue jeans with the left knee torn. Brown hair, green eyes. Face just for effect, though somewhat younger looking:
Equipment: Running gloves, tennis shoes, grapple on the end of a nylon rope, combat knife, messenger bag (contents unknown, except for an alien-ware laptop), utility belt with canteen, 2 walkie talkies and two MREs in a large bag.
Ruby sat with one leg over the edge on the third highest skyscraper in the city, taking a swig from the canteen. It slipped - she flung out her leg, kicking it back up. The woman caught it, putting it on her belt. She stuffed the laptop on her lap into her bag. She stood up, backing towards the center. Ruby slipped her gloves on. "Here we go..." The woman sprinted off to the edge of the building, jumping out towards the cable of a crane.

[Watcher In The Myst]

Ruby scrambled up the crane's cable, reaching the top. She sat down on the supports, taking her iPod out of her bag. She turned on Alone with You (deadmau5), balancing her way across the supports/

[Jorici]

Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarrel
Status: Healthy
Age: Last time I counted the days, I was 23. Probably about 25 or 26.
Description: Tall, cracked glasses, short brown hair.
Equipment: M108A1 Urban Combat Rifle (4 magazines) (10x zoom scope)

Ever since the U.S. economy collapsed, I have been a hired assasin. No one knows my name or face. I just watch the city streets like a hawk, waiting for my target to enter my sight. I focused my scope on some people chatting. I fold my bipod up and walk outside of the building. This borough of the city is called Flats, it is my old neighborhood where I grew up. It is called this because it is the flattest area in the city. I sit down and take a sip from my canteen.

[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(Sawed-off shotgun with slug rounds), Hospital Keycard, Wallet(69$)
I sit aside Ryan, rummaging through the contents of my Backpack, to find that I had found my certificated Emergency Surgeon kit! This little bag of medical supplies has seen better days when it's not saving lives.
"'Ey, Nonnace, Ryan. You guys need a heal-up? You two look a bit beat up."

[Flamecannon]

POWERDAG - HE'S FULL OF CHEESE

[PowerDag]

FULL OF CHEESE, YOU SAY?

LET US CUT HIM UP AND SERVE HIM IN BLOCKS

[Jorici]

Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarrel
Status: Healthy
Age: Last time I counted the days, I was 23. Probably about 25 or 26.
Description: Tall, cracked glasses, short brown hair.
Equipment: M108A1 Urban Combat Rifle (4 magazines) (10x zoom scope), backpack

I stand up and begin to climb down the scaffolding. Someone sprints by, screaming. He bumps the scaffolding, and it begins to shake. I shout and drop my rifle, and then the rotten wood breaks on the scaffolding, and down I fall, at least 50 feet. I know that I will not survive this fall.


Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarell
Status: Badly Wounded
Equipment: Backpack containing a Baretta Pistol, two emergency flares, 50 9mm rounds,  4 cans of non-perishable food, hacking equipment, lockpicks, a homemade "screecher" charge.

I fall and hear a loud SMACK, and I black out. I later hear voices. "Am I dead?" I thought to myself. The voices got louder and louder. I hear footsteps...

Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarell
Status: Badly Wounded
Equipment: Backpack containing a Baretta Pistol, two emergency flares, 50 9mm rounds,  4 cans of non-perishable food, hacking equipment, lockpicks, a homemade "screecher" charge.

I woke up. Not knowing where I was, but I saw a man applying a military "Do-it yourself doctor" kit. Or maybe it was one of those newer kits that speed up stem cell multiplication and partially heal the target within 20 minutes? I don't know. I heard a sickening noise, and then a "There, all better." from the "doctor". He looked at me. "Ah, you're awake. I gave you a SCRK, Stem Cell Regeneration Kit, to fasten you up for now." He had a very southern drawl. In moments I could stand up. "In exchange for these 7 kits I will give you, will you do a small favor for me?" he asked me. I nodded my head, still wary about my legs. He pulled down a screen, and flicked the projector on.
 "Remember back in 2016, when the military started using robotics? Well, under this hatch here, leads to the military service tunnel. In order for us to... get rid of a few... undesirables... we need you to take out those turrets in the tunnel. Take this badge, with it the turrets will identify you as David Farrengio, the tunnel's programmer. We got it through... explicit force, one could say, hmm? Anyways, I would do it myself, except I have no luck with those damned computers. I saw all  you're hacking equipment, and that's the only reason you still aren't rotting on the street. Now, I will open this hatch, get in, and do the above. Take some of these SCRKs, you may need them down there. Here is you're rifle, oh, and good luck down there." He opened the hatch. I regretfully slid down into the dimly lit tunnel. "Again, good luck!" I heard him say. He closed the hatch and slid the deadbolt into the socket. "You're gonna need it, kid."

[HellHound]

Name: Jake Longman
Status: hungry, healthy
Age: 55
Description: Blue jacket, white sleeveless T, brown backpack, male, 150 lbs, steeltoe workboots and 5'o clock shadow
Equipment: RPG-7 (5 rockets), snacks, Coke and bottled water
I walked past some scaffolding, some stuffhead runs past screaming his loving lungs out, hits the scaffolding. I hear a crack. The scaffolding falls. Somebody lands on me. "God your heavy!" I say. I push the person off of me. I take a waterbottle and get my hand wet. I then start rubbing my hand on his cheek and he wakes up. "The hell are you?" he asked me.

[Jorici]

Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarell
Status: Bruised
Equipment: Backpack containing a Baretta Pistol, two emergency flares, 50 9mm rounds,  4 cans of non-perishable food, hacking equipment, lockpicks, a homemade "screecher" charge. M108A1 Urban Combat Rifle, 4 magazines, 10x scope.
I land in some kind of vent. it was big enough so I could stand in, though. I walked to the end, and I put the badge on my shirt. I pulled out my screw driver, and unscrewed all 4 screws on the vent door. I kicked it open, and I heard several quick beeps. "Scanning... target ID... Farrengio, David Steven, Console Programmer. Welcome! Turrets 11, 6, and 3 are down, and turret 2 has no target parameters, so be wary when walking around the tunnel. You are in need at the console room." The robotic voice said. I made my way along the tunnel, and I saw dead people, shot to death from the turrets. I eventuallly came upon a door labelled, "C_n__le", and I put my ID card up to the scanner. The heavy door unlocked, and I stepped in. The smell of stale air surrounded me. I coughed. That's when I saw the giant computer.

[Blaze0]

Me:
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2791474944/nm3172764?slideshow=1
Img dont work for that site.

That's really me.

RP Name (Not my real name): Percy Wheeler.
Looks: Blond Hair, Blue Eyes, Blue Shirt, Black Pants.
Age: 14 (Not My Real Age)

STATUS: After this post: Unconcious.
EQUIPMENT: After this post: $230 in cash in my pocket, Swiss Army Knife.

RP STORY:

I live at home with my father. My mother died of cancer 2 years ago. My father runs ComputerComp, the world's multi-million dollar computer company. My father is rich, so I basically get everything I want. I run out back and decide to take my ATV on a little spin downtown. I hop on, start it up, and speed down the alley at 23 MPH. I turn the corner to get hit by a car. I fly about 20 feet, and black out.

I wanna meet up with someone. Who could have hit me? I'll let you guys decide.

[The Corporation]

Name: Geraldo Vintorez
status: Bullet wounds in various places, cuts and scrapes all over, can't remember much of what happened several years ago or a few hours ago. Has flashbacks and nightmares of past.
description: Tall, patches of miscolored skin, semi-muscular.
Age: 15
Equipment: Small backpack, water bottle, lockpicking kit, derringer with 16 .454 casull rounds.

Story:
   I don't remember what happened...All I remember is screaming and gun fire, and now here I am, just limping, falling down, crawling and getting back up. Those men kept shooting at me, I screamed, and then...I...I...I can't remember.
   All I know is that I'm supposed to be dead. But I'm not. Why and how....I just can't remember.

[Jorici]

Name: Quintin "The Overwatch" McCarell
Status: Bruised
Equipment: Backpack containing a Baretta Pistol, two emergency flares, 50 9mm rounds,  4 cans of non-perishable food, hacking equipment, lockpicks, a homemade "screecher" charge. M108A1 Urban Combat Rifle, 4 magazines, 10x scope.
I heard turrets going off into the distance. I inserted my card into the scanner. The computer buzzed to life. "Robots 1-13 are within data-sharing range. Robot 5 has gone rogue, it's data-transfer system is unresponsive. Using sattelite to locate... located! Subject is within de-activation range! Deactivate now?" I clicked no. I just had to find something about the turrets. Ahh! There it is! I clicked on the turret folder, and it was encrypted. I rummaged through my backpack and pulled out the de-encrypter, and I plugged it in. In minutes I was inside the folder. I heard the intercom buzz, it was that mn that patched me up! "BzZZzT! I see you are in the console, yes? Good. What I want you to do is de-activate the turrets. You then can ditch the badge, but you may want to hold onto it, and leave via one of the stairwells. Thank you for your time, and I have already paid you in advance. Oh, and be careful, those turrets also held back a new kind of... insect spawned from the Earth's fury." I de-activated the turrets, got up, and left the room. I looked around, and the area was clear. I heard a screech in the distance, and started sprinting. I slammed the stairwell door and began rapidly ascending the stairs.

[Jorici]

Double-post bump

[Caution]

I've lost interest due to lack of time and people's lack of creativity and willingness to really write a lengthy description of their situation.