On The Run - A Fugitive Roleplay

[Blaze0]

Welcome to another one of my RPs. The rules are simple.

Survive.

You may have whatever reason you want for running, and you may do it in whatever way you want. Anyone from local police forces to the FBI may be after you. Inspired by my favorite book series.

Use the following profile at the beginning and end of each of your posts.

• Name: Character Name
• Location: New Jersey? Washington DC? Where?
• Inventory: What scraps have you managed to get? Simply paper? Perhaps sunglasses?
• Health: X/100

And that's it except for the following rules:

1: NO GOD-MODDING. No powers, no fantasy creatures/cars/love etc.
2: ANY resources are hard to come by for a fugitive. Also, fugitives have no friends, anyone could rat them out.
3: Write it in third person, it adds an "epic" factor.

More rules may come. I think there's something I'm forgetting. Anyway, I'll make my post and you can see what it's like.

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[asablief]

you really love these forum games huh

how do you keep up with all this

[PurpleMetro]

Name: Jacob
Location: Virginia
Inventory: A pocketknife.
Health 52/100

[Jokey365]

Name: Max
Location: Tokyo, Japan
Inventory: Black Sweat Pants (Wearing), White Tank Top (Wearing), Dark Blue Sweater (Wearing), Glasses (Wearing), Sandals (Wearing), $150 in Yen, Knife
Health: 100/100

I refuse to write in third person and will post when others do first :I

[PurpleMetro]

So um... When are the events gonna start happening?

[Blaze0]

• Name: Flemming Falconer such an awesome last name
• Location: Los Angeles, California
• Inventory: Nothing
• X/100

Being here wasn't right.

The only reason Flemming (15) was here was for his own safety.

"But from what?" he thought.

He hadn't done anything wrong. His parents were framed notverycreative :c for helping terrorists. I was put here just to get me out of the public eye. He knew they were innocent. They were framed. This prison farm was terrible. Even worse was evenlesscreative :c his sister Linsey (11) had to go through this same torture. The terror of being picked on by bullies, forced to do yard work, and ass-raped by supervisors. Ok, maybe that last one wasn't true.

One night, Flemming walking to his stone-brick-of-a-bed with a single candle inhand, he tripped. The candle clattered to the floor, and the wood immediately caught fire. In a daze, he didn't realize what had happened before the fire had spread beyond repair. He had to get out. He exited out to the barnyard. Soon the whole building was  ablaze, criminal juveniles pouring out. Soon the girl's dorm was alight as well, and all the girls came out as well. Linsey saw him and ran to him. Fortunately, everyone else had fled to the other side of the building.
Not wasting time for anything else, he broke into conversation with his sister.

"Before you say anything, I'm extremely sorry, even though no place deserved a fire better than this one!" Flemming said.
"Wait, YOU caused this?" she hollered.
"Shh! It was an accident!"
"Well that's over now. The fire happened, and that's that. Look around you. What do you see?"
"Cornfield."
"Exactly! We can be long gone before the supervisors cool the ashes!"
"But that's ILLEGAL!"
"Are you kidding me? You think we'll be the only ones gone when the fire's done?"
"But where to run to?"
"This is our chance to help Mom and Dad!"

They knew that this chapter of their lives was now over.
Hesitant yet triumphant, they fled for the cornfield.

• Name: Flemming Falconer. Edit: Why do I put a name, it's third person o.0
  
• Location: Los Angeles, California
• Inventory: Nothing
• X/100

[Mack Attack]

Name: Leo Valadera
Location: Space.... the final frontire
Inventory: Gauss Blaster, Bone Swords, Terminator Armor, Rending Claws, Twin-Linked Heavy Bolter, Flame Storm cannons.
Health: 150/100

[Blaze0]

-snip-

Oh stuff dawg.

I think we gawt a hata.

[nienhaus1]

Name: Lenouse Kinoes
Location: Long Beach, California.
Inventory: Trench Coat (On) Dark grey dress shirt (On) Long black pants (On) Switch blade, 75 dollars, keys to a Red Ford Escape.
Health: X/100
Age: 29

   As I walked down the street I notice the cops entering the jewelry shop I just walked out of and I don't really care that I left m gloves on the corner it's not like it could help them I didn't take anything I was just there and the people robbing the store had me help or they would have killed me, But I did get some jewelry without them noticing, I got two rings and a gold chain. As I continue down the street I unlock my SUV and get in.
I start to drive to my house as I see a car following me for about what seems to be 10 minutes so I tried to loose it. Then out of no were I here police sirens and see the flashing red and blue lights. So I start to drive a bit faster hoping it's not me, It is though. I speed up and try to lose then and by now I have 2 cop cars and an undercover car following me.
So I turn into an ally then I make a quick right to use my SUV as a block and jump out and then run into the back of my house (I drove to my house) and I like the doors and pick up my house phone trying to make a call but I I here a *Click, Click* at the beginning indicating that it being tracked and traced. SO I just lock my doors and windows and hope nobody noticed me come in because I have not heard anyone so I got to my bedroom and pull out a 9mm Glock 19. Then I lock my bedroom door and sit down at my computer desk and get on my laptop to try to find something out.

Background: When I turned 21 joined the police academy, I was then it it for 6 months and then got private lessons from my fathers friend who was a detective. Then when I turn 25 he died and in his will he had me take his office and asked for me to work, I did. But After 3 years I couldn't take all the death and kidnapping so I quit and sold the building for $10,000 and put the money in a wall safe in my house. But now I'm 29 and I'm being framed for a murder that I have yet to find out and that's why I was being chased, not that jewelry shop thing.

[RedGajin]

Please explain to me how love is god-modding.

[nienhaus1]

Please explain to me how love is god-modding.

I think he means it just as it under the stuff like that.

[Jake White]

Name: Jacob
Location: Virginia
Inventory: A pocketknife.
Health 52/100

:o My name is Jake, I live in Virginia and I have a pocketknife and I'm sick right now, lower HP?

:O

Name: Scott Pierson
Location: Somewhere in Wales
Inventory: Camera, film, backpack.
Health: 79/100

[Mega-Bear]

:o My name is Jake, I live in Virginia and I have a pocketknife and I'm sick right now, lower HP?

The outcome of your life may depend on this forum game.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

Tip: First-person gives you a great connection to your character. If you plan to work for the long-term here, you will find a higher RP quality with first-person players.
Apocalypse, I feel pretty connected to my character. It's a pretty strong connection.
My first RP, it operated for more than 1 1/2 years. There was just four people, including me, so we had to third-person many characters. A lot of opportunities for connection.
But I never felt connected to them like I was connected to my main character, Blaze. With him, as I and the others felt, had an almost symbiotic relationship with their main character. Blaze was sad, I was sad. Blaze was angry, I was angry. Blaze was happy, I was happy. First-person really allows you to become your character IMO.
Maybe this isn't waht you're going for, and that's fine. Just a tip.

[Blaze0]

Thanks for your input, veg. I greatly like that idea, but I just like it more in third person. Feel free to do yours in first person.