Author Topic: Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format! (Read 15591 times)

Kochieboy · December 12, 2011, 09:45:36 PM

*Looks around*

"Whoa... um... you might wanna see this..."

*I look down to see a pit with a red glow, it radiated furnace like heat. Down below were machines grinding and working...*

"This isn't a storage facility, it's a weapons + munitions factory..."

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Mikoyan · December 12, 2011, 09:48:46 PM

I finish tying down all of my luggage and cargo, "If there's no one here..." I tow the plane over to the fuel pump. "Hmph." I say amused and top the Cessna 210 off. "Hm, where should I fly to? I put up a signal on my dad's radio."

Name: Alex Lenia

Age: 17

Location: El Reno, Oklahoma

Inventory: Cessna 210 keys, a Cessna 210 loaded with my gear.

Status: Standing by my plane, wondering where I should head to

Gojira · December 12, 2011, 09:52:51 PM

Quote from: Kochieboy on December 12, 2011, 09:45:36 PM

*Looks around*

"Whoa... um... you might wanna see this..."

*I look down to see a pit with a red glow, it radiated furnace like heat. Down below were machines grinding and working...*

"This isn't a storage facility, it's a weapons + munitions factory..."

"Perhaps we should shut that off."
I throw a monkey wrench down into the pit.
"Well, that didn't work."
I try throwing another wrench down there.
"Nope. Here's a lever, though."
I pull the lever.
All noises cease, and the metal starts cooling.
I also turn on a radio and a HAM radio.
"Is anyone on here?"

Mikoyan · December 12, 2011, 09:55:00 PM

"Hello? Yes! My name is Alex, I'm in Oklahoma."

Gojira · December 12, 2011, 09:55:20 PM

Quote from: Mikoyan on December 12, 2011, 09:55:00 PM

"Hello? Yes! My name is Alex, I'm in Oklahoma."

"Dammit, I'm in Texas. See if you can get here somehow."

Kochieboy · December 12, 2011, 09:55:42 PM

Quote from: Gojira on December 12, 2011, 09:52:51 PM

"Perhaps we should shut that off."
I throw a monkey wrench down into the pit.
"Well, that didn't work."
I try throwing another wrench down there.
"Nope. Here's a lever, though."
I pull the lever.
All noises cease, and the metal starts cooling

*Something rattles down through a chute*

*A metal sculpture falls onto the ground*

"It looks like a long lost artifact... too bad half of the sculpture is missing."

(G2G: Bedtime)

Mikoyan · December 12, 2011, 09:56:39 PM

"What town, and does it have an airfield?"

Gojira · December 12, 2011, 09:58:02 PM

Quote from: Mikoyan on December 12, 2011, 09:56:39 PM

"What town, and does it have an airfield?"

"I think we're in Dallas, and we're by the airport, in an abandoned weapons factory."

Mikoyan · December 12, 2011, 09:59:18 PM

"What the hell? Could you ask anyone around for an airport name?"

Gojira · December 12, 2011, 10:20:00 PM

Quote from: Mikoyan on December 12, 2011, 09:59:18 PM

"What the hell? Could you ask anyone around for an airport name?"

"Dallas International Airport. I've lived here before."

Mikoyan · December 12, 2011, 10:36:44 PM

I input DFW into my GPS, "Ok, Ill be there in a couple of hours. gather everything necessary." I do the pre-flight checks, hop in the 210, taxi to the runway, and take off.

Tomcat · December 12, 2011, 11:35:48 PM

He gripped the handle of the microphone harder and harder until his knuckles turned white from the pressure. His parents were gone, everyone was gone. They had gone to the store, and they had forgotten to leave a note. They went on a vacation without telling him, and they would come back in a day. He knew they were gone, but he knew they weren't. They just took a break.
All of Brooklyn took a break.

Gojira · December 13, 2011, 11:56:37 AM

"I think Alex will be at the airport, let's go."

Tomcat · December 13, 2011, 03:48:51 PM

The radio cracked to life as a transmission reached through to Thomas' position.
"Dallas...-national Airport..."
Thomas knew where he was going. He grabbed his father's GPS and dialed the address for his friend's home. His father was a cop, and owned a few guns. He got there, retrieved the key under the rug, and entered the apartment. He entered the grand bedroom, and pulled out a duffel bag from under the bag. One .40 Glock and a Mossberg 550. He grabbed fourteen shells and 28 bullets. Time to go to Dallas.

Mikoyan · December 13, 2011, 04:42:40 PM

I don't bother contacting OKcity Approach or Fort Worth Center as I now know what's going on. "Wonder if I'm the only pilot left..."
*Timeskip*
I line up with runway 35L and laugh, "Tower, this is Cessna November two three six Charlie tango." Anything to keep me amused after a 3 hour trip. I land and try to contact whoever was on the radio.