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

[Gojira]

"You got it."
I open my knife with the speedy surprise opening, slice a pencil in half, then close the knife the way the blue spy did when he handed it to the "scout" in Meet the Spy.

[Ad Bot]

[xxxxkill]

"Nice, but uh, I use that for artwork. Stop breaking my valuable stuff."

[Gojira]

"Uh, sorry."

[xxxxkill]

"It's alright. Now, move onto the real guys." I picked up his balisong and handed it to him.

[Fruit]

My character essentially timeskipped, and went to a different local plot.

By now, Alex has left the local residential area, along with the fortified house he stayed haven in for a couple of hours. With no consent of the others, he has wandered a dosen miles into the metropolitan area of the city.

Alex breaks a steel door, to a non-applicable complex, kicking it open and taking out his nailgun slowly, his mask is raised above his head. The only thing that lies ahead of him; is the lobby of an office complex, and the only source of light; is that being refracted outside, and the green light of the emergency exit, across the lobby.

"Atleast there's some sources of electricity in this city, I was starting to think this was a case of a complete power revocation." Alex says to himself, chuckling, walking into the lobby and observing what is around of potential use.

[Gojira]

I perform all of the same tricks almost flawlessly with the real balisong.

[xxxxkill]

"Not bad. I have taught you enough. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to play Crysis 2."

[Gojira]

"I'm gonna go to sleep, could you keep the volume down in there?"

[xxxxkill]

"I wear headphones anyways, and I'm not doing a commentary."

[Gojira]

"Okay, thanks. G'night."

[xxxxkill]

"Night."

...loving Hargreave.

[*FacePalm*]

Atleast Gentoo Alex Fieki Alex Fieki Fruit came back.
Kinda :c

[Fruit]

Alex is startled by the backpack on the side of the lobby desk. No corpse, nor any signs of any distress, the entire building is clean, besides the shattered window.

With pre-caution, Alex proceeds the bag, aiming his pneumatic nail-gun at the desk, and the bag as he approaches, looking over the desk to find nothing of potential use.

He ducks down, and slowly unzips the backback. Looking behind him at the broken, closed elevator in awareness.

Alex manages to salvage medical gauss bandage wrap, a dozen "local-clot injection" syringes, and a scalpel, whoever obtained this backpack, was explanatory as a paramedic, but leaves Alex in wonder of why the backpack is green, and has lined utillity leather on it's pouches.

"I'll surely be getting out of the city alive, with these rations." He says, regarding the rations he also finds as well..

[*FacePalm*]

Everyone has ign-
Wait, I haven't told you yet. c:

[*FacePalm*]

Why do you guys continue to ignore Fruit :C