Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future

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What's been happening?

Do I always have to update ppl?
We have landed in Cali.
Jokey teh blobles dieded.
PLOTTWIST: Slime jokey =/= Real jokey.
I got into a swordfight and almost died.
Jokey is an arrogant ass.
Jokey owns research.
Jokey was punished for owning research.
I stole a Buggati Veyron and a limo.
We now have those cars.
We got to my old house.
I got kidnapped by PLOTTWIST: my brother.
I got enslaved.
Big ass battle.
Giant mech.
Giant mech exploded.
Love of my life died.
Anticlimatic crap.
Jokey built some weapons.
He tested them.
Holy stuff, they are powerful.
I'm now fortifying my house.

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[Fruit]

I suppose that I will contribute, though I really have no proper concept understanding on the story, hense the fact that; that the rule onset has been outdated prior to the location change.

Name: Alex Fieki

Age: 14

Gender Male

Physical description: 5'5 Thin, athletic build, blue eyes, Caucasian skin, with brown-blonde short hair, normally is wearing beige-cargo pants, which have multiple tools and utensils in the side-calf pockets. Wears a navy blue T-Shirt, but occasionally wears a thin, green hoodie. Also wearing a depicted "scarf-mask" around his neck, along with a black backpack.

Personality: To elaborate, Alex mostly tries to be rational on situations, before actually engaging in intervention. Ironic from not being of an anti-social type, Alex is evasive of most people he meets, along with most conversations he may abruptly be included into. Alex does not specify in small-arms initiate, but is more agile then violent, hense the fact he is "socially-evasive" in most cases, probably based off of a sense of pre-caution based off of insecurity.

Inventory: Respiration mask, 5 variant spray-can bottles, and non-applicable rock climbing equipment


Alex stares out of the remainder of the window, of the office complex he has been spending haven in for the past hours. His arms are against his hips, as he observes the softly roaring city that has since been left to rot. He's not from the urban society.

"Surely hard to recognize this place in daylight." Alex says, putting his arm above the top of his eyes, to block the sun from getting in his eyes, allowing him to get a better outlook on the hot, dry, decaying city.

He looks back at the large corridor of the office complex, once filled with glass-exterior office cubicles, now has been blasted to a point where all remaining glass is shattered, scattered on the floor.

Alex then turns around, and walks into one of the cubicles. His boots clap against the floor and glass as he paces into the room, grabbing his backpack, and then walking out of the cubicle, towards the entrance of the office building itself.

[xxxxkill]

So, where are you?

[Fruit]

So, where are you?

Added prologue, to my introduction bio.

[xxxxkill]

Kay, got it.

[masterockets]

So, I guess I'll randomly pop up in your bathroom because my character makes no sence and therefore I am insane
also I am on the toilet


stealing your toiletpaper

[Fruit]

After vacating the office complex, Alex steps through the shattered, glass entrance doors, taking a step onto the staircase which leads to a parking lot outside of the complex. Only a dozen cars remain abandoned, leaving Alex with the open opportunity
to scavenge for anything useful.

Lifting up his scarf-mask over his face, Alex proceeds down to the parking lot, gradually searching most of the cars, out of most, primarily finding a lighter, $65.92 individually, and a utillity knife.

"I don't see how these will come in handy, in this dump." Alex says to himself, after briefly looking through his findings

[*FacePalm*]

Here goes.

Name: David Winsper

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Slim, yet above average hight, long legs, about 5' 2". Jet black hair, very dark brown eyes.Wearing a yellow polo shirt, blueish-black cargo shorts, millitary softcap, and yellow street fighter/parkour gloves.
Personality: Running. Mainly parkour, combat strategies are to confuse and taunt the enemy until a high amount of emotion occurs, in which David would strike. Usually uses one fatal move.

Inv.: Dan Wesson PPC revolver, stiletto, strange wrench, small chain, and battery.

David perches on the window frame as he sees a figure wandering in the parking lot, rifling through cars. David smirks and watches him behind the shade. The figure then says "I don't see how these will come in handy, in this dump."

David slides forward to a standing position.

[Fruit]

With no awareness of the person observing him, nor any logical sense into believing anyone would prevail in this city, he casually puts the tools in his calf-pockets, and takes a glance at the office complex, glancing at the windows in a last desperation of anything useful to be seen in the dark cubicles.

He turns around, and walks towards a meridian at the end of the parking complex, looking down to see an over-pass of a derelict avenue, looking down at the slots in his backpack for any pulley-wire he may have with him.

Beginning to shuffle through his backpack, although he has an observation of what is behind him, he does not recognize the anonymous stranger

[*FacePalm*]

David drops down the side of the building. He makes a loud slap on the ground, creating attention between him and the unknown man.
"Looking for something?" David says as he stands up in the parking lot.

[Fruit]

Alex stays flaccid for a short moment, before turning around, tilting his head as he stares at the stranger near the side of the complex, slowly taking his hands out of his backpack, keeping them at his sides, while still appearing in a braceful posture

"Wh..- Where did you come from." Alex questions calmly, his eyes have a stiff stare on the stranger.

[*FacePalm*]

"Likely the same place you did." David answered.
"If, you mean by origin. Otherwise I just came out of the window." David says pointing his thumb back towards the building.
"M'names David, and you?" David asked.

[Fruit]

Alex takes a couple of steps away from the meridian, and the 2 empty cars beside him, looking at "David" with somewhat of a lazy eye, taking a look back at the meridian, and then at David once again, a short snicker is heard from Alex as he shrugs vaguely

"I don't think that's really much of your concern, of what my name is."

Alex continues snickering, looking up at the window, and then glancing to his right for a moment.

[*FacePalm*]

"Just so I'm not saying your name is 'you' or 'that guy'. You know, to actually know you. I'm not gonna kill you or anything..." David replies. "I'm not sure if you should survive by opening everything that has a door on it, you're also near an unsafe territory, I'd suggest you follow me to my place, just for, you know, general purposes. Better going with someone than wandering aimlessly, I guess." David explains.

[Fruit]

Alex looks down for a short moment, then looks back up at David, observing any exposed necessities on him.

"I think you're fine handling yourself, by yourself. This goes the same for me." Alex replies, pointing at the holstered, large revolver on your thigh, looking at you with a deceitful glare.

At this point, Alex already has his required pulley wire, along with an essential hammer for an uncertain reason, his tire iron is exposed, and is hanging from his belt, but he seemingly is not present of reaching for it, for any reason.

"I would be more self-sufficient, then be open to strangers, 'David'". He continues, chuckling under his scarf-mask, and then turning around and proceeding towards the meridian.