The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]

[Jokey365]

Well, I suppose I can start it.

"Vegetables... Vegetables... ONIONS! WHERE'S THE MEAT?" I shouted as I looked through the frozen section of a super market. "NO CHICKEN! NO STEAK! NO PORK! Guess I'm going without food AGAIN..." I said to myself before kicking a small crack into one of the glass doors.

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[masterockets]

Do we start wherever or together?
I don't like empty dialogue

[Jokey365]

Do we start wherever or together?
I don't like empty dialogue

Start in random place in New York.
We're not together.

[Mikoyan]

I look out he hotel room window, "Wow I really need a plan." but what would I do? I had just arrived in New York, I don't know where anything is and the dust and sand doesn't help. I sit on the bed and begin thinking about what to do next.

[masterockets]

"Great, my first flight and it's already my last"
I watched from inside the airport, I've been asleep for a long time, far too long it seems. Almost all the food has been raided at the food court, and most of the supplies have been taken from the emergency areas. I walked until I found the security room that I had picklocked, or rather shoved a paperclip into it until it gave, and looked up at the security cameras.
Two were out, five were covered in dust, and the remaining one was focused on a dead body nearby the door.
I knew where I was going to check next.

[Jokey365]

"No meat?!" I shouted, still digging through random areas of the market. "Wait... The deli!"

[LordoftheUnclean]

Name: Ben Dover
Age: 17
Personality: Typically friendly, prefers not to get into conflicts if possible, loving LOVES being cold
Appearance: Tall 17 year old fatass, white, has a pube stache and a goatee, black hair
Inventory: Hunting knife, pistol handle
Clothing: Hunting jacket, #yolo T-shirt, shorts, Nike sneakers, white socks
Backstory*: As a child, Bill's parents never really cared about him. He developed a strange obsession with cats. Whenever he sees a cat, he will drop everything he has at the moment and go to cuddle with it. He also loves chicken, and being in meat lockers.
Previous RPs*: None on this forum.
Other**: He'll strangle you if you talk about ants, he is currently fondling a steak in a meat locker.
Skill***: Falling over a lot, no balance, Doesn't notice sickness due to fatassery, but still feels some effects, he just figures it's his fat ass not working right

My RP begins:

"Oh my god I love meat..." I fondly state as a caress a piece of steak, not noticing the cold numbing my body. "How long have I even been in there?" I wonder, as I begin to consider I've been here a bit too long, though I just disregard it. "How the hell have I even survived?" I wonder, not bothering to realize that eating Ice gives me water. I decide that now it is time to take a nap, so I lay on a cooler, and get some rest.

[Jokey365]

A locker behind the deli. Perfect. "MEAT!" I exclaim before halting my hand right before it reaches the door handle. With my free arm I take out my flashlight and toss it into the air so I'm holding it the incorrect way. I then slowly open the door. Not as cold as expected in here, and I would know. There were several hanging dead animals but all the beef animals were already gutted for the good stuff. "FUQ." I shout, disappointed by the lack of edible cow.

[LordoftheUnclean]

I hear the sound of the door creaking open and him shouting, as I jolt awake. I try to stealthily crouch to the dark corner of the room, though I end up falling over and making a huge racket. I nervously look over to the intruder, and nervously ask, "Oh, hey, buddy, how's it going?" I inwardly pray that he won't gut me like a fish.

[Jokey365]

"RAIDER!" I scream like a lady as I shine my flashlight in his eyes before running away.

[LordoftheUnclean]

"AAAAAAAGH" I yell as the flashlight hits my eyes, not having seen much light for 2 days straight. I wonder whether or not it's a good idea to follow him. Against my better judgement, I begin to creep out of the meat locker, and towards the fleeting footsteps.

[Mikoyan]

I walk to the front doors. I had finally built up enough courage to walk outside, to a different building perhaps. I tie my scarf and open the door, trying to make out any form of anything in front of me.

[masterockets]

I slowly open the camera room door, fearing someone cold be inside here with me
"ohgodohgodohgod"
nobody
I quickly ran to the door and found the body a bit the the right of it. "Now I just need something to breathe out there". Fearing death but also wanting the goods, I covered my face with my hat and quickly grabbed the body in.
(Cough) that was a dumb idea (cough) there should be something good on this body


"Hmm, a small purse and a dusty coat, should do for now"

-So, is there gonna be a map of the area or are we going to make it up as we go along or something?-

[xxxxkill]

Wow starfish stealing my character sheet and rules

Name: Alexia Aroth
Age: 22
Personality: Cautious, untrusting. Cold-hearted, can be considered an emotionless bitch.
Appearance: Long, unbraided, black hair. Rather pale, and not unattractive, 5' 8". Wears a pair of silver-rimmed, thin glasses.
Inventory: Pocket knife, some novel, laptop, phone, notebook and four mechanical pencils backpack in which all of that stuff is contained
Clothing: A suit, comfortable dress shoes.
Picture*: N/A
Backstory*: N/A
Previous RPs*: Like seventy of them whatever
Other**: Chinese
Skill***:
-Medical Student: Possessed medical knowledge
-Minor Gun Knowledge: Can use firearms
-Minor Melee Knowledge: Can stabby stabby
-Mechanic: Can fix mechanical stuff
-Agile: Minor parkour skills

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov Steele
Age: 15
Personality: Cautious, untrusting. Easily irritable.
Appearance: Close-cut dark red hair, silver-blue eyes. Slightly tanned, 5'. Scar on left arm near elbow.
Inventory: Pocketknife, wallet, flashlight, iPhone
Clothing: Blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, underarmor sneakers
Picture*: N/A
Backstory*: Was just on vacation when this stuff happened. Why the hell is it when I'm on vacation. Why.
Previous RPs*: Both Apocs, both 118th TFWs.
Other: Male, American
Skill:
-Rifleman: Can shoot rifles with accuracy
-Melee defense: Good at defending against stabby stabby
-Decent melee knowledge: Average at stabby stabby
-Agile: Can do a little parkour
-Endurance: Can run for a little while