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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Jul 30, 2010 15:37:47 GMT -6
AT THEIR LIMITS [/b] The humans don't stand a chance. Not now.[/i][/size][/color][/center]
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Jul 30, 2010 15:58:14 GMT -6
List of Quarantined Areas
- Title page
Contents
- Rules
- Skeletons
- Accepted Characters
- Open/Closed/Announcements for the Role Play
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Jul 30, 2010 16:09:55 GMT -6
- Follow the Site Rules.
- One Canon survivor per person. Try to keep the OC survivor limit at three. Have as many Infected you want.
- No killing other people's characters, whether they be Survivors or infected, without their permission.
- No godmodding. This means you can't pull a huge machine gun out of nowhere or something like that. However if it is not too power-played and is humorous or cute, it may be done. Like, hiding hot dogs in a Hunter's hood, like a bag of holding.
- Romance is allowed. But pweeeaaase dun' go into detail if they do the dirty. Take that into like a chatroom. On a different site. When I'm not in it. In fact, don't tell me. O-O
- On the subject of wuv, I suppose attraction between an Infected and a human can develop overtime, if you insist. Homosexuality is not frowned upon.
- PM me your characters, with the message titled LIMIT. Caps included.
- Please be semi-literate. No chatspeak, and don't use * for actions, and use quotation marks for speaking.
- Speaking of which, make sure we can understand your post.
- Unless you are having writer's block, try and post at least five good sentences. We aren't asking for fifty paragraphs, just not a single sentence per post.
- Infected can be any gender, save for Tanks and Chargers, unless you can convince me they can be female.
- Keep the cursing at a minimum, pwetty pwease.
- Have fun, dammit!
I MAY ADD RULES IN TIME, DUN' WORRY, I WILL NOTIFY YOU IF THAT IS DONE. I'M NOT THAT MEAN.
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Jul 30, 2010 16:57:55 GMT -6
Original Survivor Skeleton
[center][color=black][center][size=2][b]Who are you? I'm[/b] {name} [b]Here, lemme turn the light on.[/b] {appearance. Picture or description is fine.} [b]I miss birthday parties.[/b] {age} [b]Yeah, I'm a[/b] {gender}, [b]douche.[/b] [b]What does it matter what I like?[/b] {likes} [b]... Get. It. Away. NAOW.[/b] {dislikes} [b]Umm, by the way...[/b] {other. If you got nothing, just leave this, There's some Boomer bile in your hair.} ~This character is played by {your username}.~[/size][/center][/color]
Canon Survivor Skeleton
[b][color=black][center][size=2]Name:[/b] {character name} [b]Game:[/b] {L4D 1 or 2} [b]Played By:[/b] {your username}[/size][/center][/color]
Infected Skeleton
[center][color=darkgreen][b][size=2]I can't remember my name...[/b] {name before infection} [b]I used to be human, but now they call me[/b] {type of Infected} [b]Sometimes they call me a[/b] {gender} [b]I don't like mirrors. The thing inside mimics me.[/b]{appearance. Picture or description} [b]I feel so young now...[/b] {age when infected} [b]Wantwantwantwantwant...[/b] {likes} [b]Rrrrrrrrrrr.......[/b] {dislikes} [b]Before I kill you...[/b] {other. If you got nothing, make up an attack, depending on what kind of Infected you are. >3}[/size][/color][/center]
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 1, 2010 14:40:41 GMT -6
Original Survivors
Who are you? I'm ...Chloe Beaumont.... Here, lemme turn the light on. I’ve got brown hair that’s about midway down my back, ummm…. My eyes are hazel, I’m wearing some black jeans and skater shoes…and a red t-shirt. I miss birthday parties. I'm 17. Yeah, I'm a girl, douche. What does it matter what I like? …..Alois, food, not being attacked, being warm (I kinda like cuddling with Alois. ^^ ), ummm…that’s all I got at the moment. ^^; ... Get. It. Away. NAOW. ...Most Infected. They're not very nice, no matter how much Alois and I try to be. Umm, by the way... ...For some reason, I guess I can understand the language Infected speak....So....uh...yeah...Oh, and I’m a total Transformers nerd. ^^ And since the virus took my family, I’ve been pretty much alone until I met Alois. ~This character is played by The One Who Will Free Us.~
Canon SurvivorsName: Francis Game: L4D 1 Played By: NuwLlpHeIe [/size][/center][/color] Infected[/b][/center] I can't remember my name... It was Alois... Alois D'alument. I used to be human, but now they call me a Hunter. Even though I don't do that often. '^' Sometimes they call me a he. Sometimes it. I don't like mirrors. The thing inside mimics me. It looks just like me, I think... Messy black hair, childish eyes and a lots of scratches on my face, brown and black striped hoodie-when did I put duct tape on my arms and legs? .... Oh, I'm wearing my camouflage pants! They're still too big for me, they cover up my... *looks at feet* Black skater shoes. I don't remember having.... Uuuummmm..... Blood-covered... claws?!?! Q-Q||||| I feel so young now... Much younger than sixteen, yes. Wantwantwantwantwant... Hot dogs, watermelon, Transformers, Chloe, the British Tank, kitties, and being warm. <3 Rrrrrrrrrrr....... Those two people that laughed at me. They called me a dog. And they hurt me, don't know why. Before I kill you... Which I don't want to... So I won't. I've only been like this for about a week, and I don't know why those other humans were shooting at me, why those two people were beating me up, and I wish I could help the Tank find his tea. TT^TT Want food.... *pulls a hot dog out of hood and nibbles* Bah weep granah weep nini bong? '^' (If you have not guessed, Alois is overly-innocent and kittendorable. One of the only thing he remembers of his human life is Transformers.) [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 1, 2010 23:05:22 GMT -6
GET THOSE PEELS, LOUIS. GET THEM.WHAT THE HELL IS NEW, PEEPS?!?! [/size] Opened 8/2/2010 [/center]
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 2, 2010 1:54:24 GMT -6
"Alois, stay over here!" Lucille cried, gripping her pistol with a quivering hand. A young boy, no older than sixteen, looked at her, hugging rifle close to his body. "I'll be back," he said. His dark orange eyes glistened with confidence, and his smile reassured his sister. Her twin's smile never failed to make her feel comforted, strong, and safe. Not taking time to see if she truly had calmed, Alois turned out of the safe room, pulling his striped hood up. Lucille looked up, tears welling her auburn eyes. "Please come back safe..." she prayed as the liquid substance ran down her pale cheeks.
Outside, Alois scanned the area. Listened. Nothing. Only common Infected, and none had taken notice of him. He did not know why. But... they always went for his sister. It was so odd. Whatever the reason, Alois was determined to protect Lucille. Like most twins, the two of them were almost like one person in two bodies, reflections of one another in a certain way or more. They were the second half to the other. And Alois did not want to lose that half. They had lived through this since it began, two months ago. It relieved him that neither him nor his sister had become infected. They would have changed by now, both having been bitten several times. And form what he had read on the walls in different places, it could take you over in five minutes. Alois was sure they would not become zombies. He was sure they could not. It felt to him that the coast was clear, so turned back to the safe room. Shutting the door behind him, he finally looked up. "Lucille, the way's-" When he looked up, Lucille's corpse was hanging from the ceiling. Not form a rope, but s tongue. There had been a hole in the ceiling. Only a cracked moan came form his throat as his knees buckled beneath his weight, rifle clattering to the hard floor. The force knocked his hood from his face, letting his wild black bangs irritate his already tear-bursting eyes. "Lucille..." he cried, his now hoarse voice barely audible. He lowered his head, tears quickly making small puddles, and digging his short nails into the floor. I'm alone now. he thought in misery. I feel empty now... Now I.... Don't want to go on... Not without her... Slowly, the light burned his eyes just enough to make them water even more so. Taking his pained gaze form his sister's dangling carcass, he looked at the floor, his knees, his hands. As his eyes passed over his hands, he stopped, blinking tears away, the expression of despair replaced with confusion and horror. His hands had claws.
Opening one eye, he pulled himself out of a tight curled position, bring careful not to pop something out of place again. However, he was not careful about keeping himself form falling off the rail. Flop. SCREECH! Thump. Sitting up and growling, he scratched at where his head hurt. He hated it so when that happened. He didn't even know what was going on. Why should he? It wasn't him. Was it?
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Post by Lithayr on Aug 2, 2010 21:18:13 GMT -6
A teenage girl sat beneath a window of an abandoned apartment, legs curled up in front of her, occasionally peeking out the window. A pistol sat on each side of her hip, and she was virtually hugging the rifle in her arms. Needless to say, Chloe was scared.
The brunette had been alone almost since the first outbreak of the virus that had caused all of this. The rest of her family hadn't lasted long afterward. And it didn't matter how often she tried to talk to the Infected and get them to calm down, all they ever did was yell insults and attack her anyway. And when she did miraculously bump into other survivors, they treated her differently, especially/usually when she was trying to get the Infected to stop trying to eat them for breakfast.
Chloe looked at the cloth bag beside her, checking to see if she had any food left. At all. Luckily enough, she did but it was only enough for a small supper tonight, which she proceeded to eat. The teenager would have to go out and get food again tomorrow. Maybe some hot dogs. Those sounded good.
Not half an hour passed by when Chloe passed out on a nearby bed, guns either on the nightstand or leaning against it, hopefully in hands reach when it was needed. The last thought in her head was the hope that she wouldn't be attacked as she slept. That her good luck would continue.
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 2, 2010 23:31:41 GMT -6
Still scratching at his heavy eyes, Alois crawled about the town, grumbling incoherently to himself. He was tired. Sleep had disagreed with him and showed him that weird thing again. He had seen another person with that long a tongue, but at the time, he could not understand him-he couldn't understand himself, for that matter. He didn't know why. He understood himself perfectly in his head, but when he tried to speak, he grunted, growled or screeched. It was funny; he sounded like a dog. And he didn't like dogs much. So it upset him.
Soon, fatigue got to him, faster than hunger had, so instead of searching for some sort of food, he searched for a warm, soft thing to lie on. He stalked through one building after another. All were cold, and did not pass the comfy test. All he was looking for was a fost thing that was at least seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit. Was that so hard? Well, besides not being able to tell if something was that warm or not. And remembering such scientific things. What is science? If he could not remember it, it must not have been important. Like that strange word. Math. That meant nothing either, but the word Unicron... The word scared him for some reason, though he had no idea why. It for some reason reminded him of a big, round thing, eating another round thing... Shaking his head, Alois crawled into a rather small building. Looking around, he smiled. It had promise. Unlike the other buildings, this had a soft, fuzzy floor. So he ventured in, searching for a warm spot to try and sleep upon. In one of the smaller rooms, he found the perfect thing. A big, puffy cubic object, with thick cloths on it, and even puffier shapes near the wall, lay in the corner, next to a boarded up window. And on said object, was a human-heat source. Climbing up the object with no effort, he pressed himself against the human, curling into a tiny ball, his brown and black hood covering his closing eyes.
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Post by Lithayr on Aug 2, 2010 23:59:17 GMT -6
The next morning seemed to come almost too fast. Chloe stirred, beginning to wake, having actually managed a good night's rest. She stretched slightly and her hazel eyes slowly fluttered open. And blinked.
Her back facing the wall, there was an object curled up right in front of her, almost cat-like or child-like. A hoodie-wearing object. A Hunter. Why the Infected had not attacked her as she slept, Chloe was unable to figure out. But she sure as hell wasn't going to stay still for it to realize that food was right next to it.
Sitting up with a start, Chloe backpedaled to the other side of the mattress with a speed the human didn't know she possessed. Too frightened to grab her guns or attack the creature at all, she just huddled, grabbing her legs with her arms and hugging them. ...Great...What am I going to do now...?
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 3, 2010 21:59:29 GMT -6
Alois did not wake from his sleep. But it got colder than he liked. The human, his heat source, had moved. Still half asleep, he pushed his feet against the puffy bed, scooting around till he pressed against that warm thing again. Then he relaxed, emitting an eerie purr. Slowly, his senses woke him up. He was... sensing something he didn't think possible to scent. It smelled good, for some reason, and sent a sadistic pleasure through him. Before he sat up, an evil grin stretched across his face. And as he sat up, it turned into confusion. He sniffed. A word came to mind: Fear. Why did it smell so yummy to him? He turned to face the human. It was much stronger now. And he could hear... a heartbeat. It was scary, for it was music to his ears. Flinching from this fact, he growled, as if it would make the scary satisfaction go away. He wasn't mean. He was far from it. He just wanted some food, people to be near, and warmth-which came with humans. It never occurred to him that people and his kind were too different for him to be with both. He never left his gaze from the human. He wanted to smell something other than fear. He sniffed. Nothing but fear.
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Post by Lithayr on Aug 3, 2010 22:13:49 GMT -6
The Hunter moved closer once more. Chloe had tried to move away again, but the creature had blocked the way. The teenager gulped softly, a small bead of sweat sliding down her temple. She kept waiting for the attack to come, for the Hunter to realize food was right there.
...And yet....the said attack never came. Chloe gulped quietly once more, trying to calm down even in the slightest...not that it was working well. Maybe..., she thought, fear slightly being ebbed away by curiosity. ...Maybe I can get this one to listen....Maybe..... The girl sighed heavily, though she tried to make it as quiet as possible. And then Chloe decided to test her hopes. The cost of failure would only be her life after all. "....What....What d-do you want....?"
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 3, 2010 22:20:12 GMT -6
Alois looked at her from under his hood for a long time. The moment she spoke, however, he started, jumping back and snarling. Backed up against the wall, he clung onto the puff of the bed, as if it would save the day. This human was... talking to him! But how to reply back? Could he reply? He only remembered one way to show peace, and it had never worked with other humans. Then again, she was the only one that had not shot at him... Perhaps... Just perhaps... Gulping his fear down with a growlish grunt, he tried to say the greeting he grew up with, that was so fresh in his mind. No... It would never be forgotten. Not by him. "Bah.. weep granah weep... nini bonnnnnnng...?" he growled. He blinked, quite surprised. He said it! He spoke! He just hope he had said the words, "Hello, I don't want to hurt you, I am a friend." Close, but in the wrong language.
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Post by Lithayr on Aug 3, 2010 22:35:26 GMT -6
The growls and snarls and startled her, causing her to push herself up against the wall. It took the brunette several moments to realize he hadn't attacked. ....The Hunter was just as scared as she was. But why?
What happened next surprised her. He had spoken. Chloe blinked; it hadn't been in English, but luckily enough for the both of them, she was quite the Transformers fan. She knew her fandom and she most definitely knew what that phrase meant. The ghost of a smile showed at the corner of her lips before she spoke, ".....Bah......Bah weep granah weep nini bong...."
Perhaps this particular Hunter meant no harm after all.....
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Aug 3, 2010 22:46:13 GMT -6
Alois grinned happily. She understood him-better, she understood that greeting. She was not like him, but... she was like him! He had finally found someone like him! In his excitement, he swiftly pelted to her, sniffing her, learning her. Female. Young adult. Smelled of sugar. And she like Transformers. Once he was done learning her, he sat back. A strange sensation made him look down at his stomach. The next thing he said was, "Energon." He tried to say food, but he knew what he really said. The two were similar, perhaps she would understand. So, he said it repeatedly. "Energon. Energon. Energon fingeeeerrrrrrr." ... That had definitely not been the word want. He snarl-sighed.
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