Jay continues searching the apartment picking up anything that looks like gold or silver for sale later until he finds the pocket watch. Jay grabs it and starts back.
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The ruins of New York were desolate, foreboding, with the sound of echoeing gunshots in the air.
Walking for only a couple hours, he had only came across two small packs of zombies, and he could easily stealth his way past, going under the effects for at least just half a minute. Yet symptoms of it were already appearing, Neo's vision was graining, and a lot dimmer than it should be. But, as long as he doesn't stay invisible for much longer than that, that's the worst it should get...
Neo found himself in a large warehouse district, and had noticed the gun shots were getting louder... Oh no, oh Goddamnit, Neo noticed a group of Hunters firing through the door of a warehouse and at a horde of zombies. It wasn't a good idea to mess with those sociopathic idiots, or to underestimate them...
Neo instantly went invisible, and found cover in another warehouse, and decided to see what happens.
Name: Arlo
Age: 19
Appearance: short brown hair, dark blue eyes, very rarely smiles, about 6 feet (dunno cm), good muscular build
Cloathing and Equipment: black shirt with a blue and black flannel over top with the sleeves rolled up some, black jeans, a military style backpack on his back filled with a dark jacket, a box of 12 gauge shells and a box of 9mm ammo, some food and a photo of a small child, a man and a woman. He wears a belt with two pouches, one filled with 9mm ammo, the other with 12 gauge shells. He also has a knife in his belt.
Power: Manipulation of magnetic fields allowing him to move metal. He gets stronger with strong emotion.
Limit: While he can move large objects, it is much more strenuous and is far slower. Also, if he tries to move objects that are too large, he may faint. For example, he could lift up a tank, but it would be slow and cause him to faint fairly quickly.
Tatoo: Magnets on both his hands
Bio: He lived in a one of the towns surrounding the city with his parents. He realized he had powers when he was 14, hunting for deer. A bandit saw Arlo carrying the guy, and decided he wanted it. He took a shot at Arlo, and Arlo, who noticed the man at the last second, stopped the bullet inches from his face. Realizing his power, he sent the bullet back and put it through the man's skull.
He kept his power secret for years. However, there was a fire during a town hall meeting, and a quarter of the town got trapped inside. The only exit was blocked by the caved in roof, which was made of metal. He chose to lift it and allow everyone to get out, revealing his secret. Once everyone was out, he ran to his home. His parents arrived shortly afterward, telling him everything was going to be all right.
The next day, a 6 men came to the house, and demanded he be tattooed and kicked out of the village. His parents begged for his allowance to stay, but the men were adamant. When they tried entering Arlo's room, his mom pushed the man against the wall. Arlo heard a gunshot, a man's yell, a body being slammed into a wall, and then another gunshot. Filled with rage, Arlo stepped from his room and crushed the shell casings of the bullets inside the guns the men held, causing each bullet to go off and the guns to basically explode in each of their hands, stopping each bullet in midair. As they shook their hands in pain, Arlo put the bullets against each man's head. Then, he slowly moved the bullets through their skull and into their brains.
He fled the village with some ammo one of the men had in his pocket and a picture of his parents in a sack. he decided he would no longer hide his power, and in the next town he arrived in, told them of it and asked for the tattoo. Since then, he has been working, mostly as a repairman, exterminator or looter, but does whatever job he can. He hopes one day, the Wanderers can come together and unite, creating a home for themselves.
As Arlo walked down the streets of the New York suburb, he decided to reflect on the day. It had been a success really. He'd found the jade figurines he was supposed to find, hadn't run into a single zombie yet, and had killed 3 of those damned hunters before they could even notice him. The baseball bats two of them were holding might not be worth much, but the Glock 37 the leader of the group was carrying would.
Even if he wouldn't have profited, he would never hesitate to kill the people who would kill anyone with powers like his. They deserved to die, and that's what happened. One bullet was all he needed to go through the three of their heads. He almost wondered why he'd used a dozen bullets, going through their limbs before killing them. Then he remembered seeing a group of hunters beating a small girl to death in front of him, all because she could create light within her hands, and he felt no more pity.
He noticed that several in the cars in this neighborhood had NRA bumper stickers on them. He'd learned a long time ago that this stood for national rifle association. National rifle association meant guns nearby. Most gun owners put their guns in gun lockers, which have locks and are very hard to break. Most people couldn't open locks they didn't have the key or know the combination for. He could. "Time to earn me some more money," he decided aloud.
Nicholas watches as the two groups rumble, eventually leaving only two of the Hunters alive. "I told you morons that C4 is NOT a good idea!" "How was I s'pose to know that the bomb would attract zombies?" "Y'know that loud noise explosives make? Well thats how!" Seeing his chance, Nicholas sneaks next to the Hunters and stabs one in the stomach and grabs the rifle barrel of the other and points it towards the ground as the wielder fires. Following up on his advantage Nicholas makes a quick upwards stab with his knife right into the mans chin, and releases the rifle as the body falls dead.
With the threat of the Hunters dispatched Nicholas sheathes his blade then takes a Revolver and a satchel full of ammo off of one fallen Hunter. He flips the chamber open and loads it, then snaps it shut and spins it ready for action.
Now with a adequate tool for combat in-hand he walks into a nearby warehouse.
The first two safes had been easy to open, yet fairly disappointing. One containing only a few rounds and a broken pistol, the other containing a bb gun and some bb's. Arlo had kept them in the hope that someone might want them. He'd found those two lockers in the first street he'd checked, almost completely bare except for the lockers. This third one was on the second street, and he could tell it wasn't made specifically for guns. It took him about 10 minutes to figure out the locks; they had been difficult, while the last ones only took him about 30 seconds each. As he opened the door, he say several things, all of which would be good. He saw 4 passports, two blue and two red. They had become collectors items since the rising. He saw a nice gold watch as well as a few batteries for it, also something a wealthy person may want. He saw 2 HK UCP pistols, with an extra pair of mags, and a box of 4.6x30mm cartridges (he has studied a lot about guns since he was outcast, he can identify most guns just by seeing them). The last thing he saw, however, was the most wonderful thing he'd seen in the locker; an FN SCAR-L assault rifle with four extra mags, fully loaded, and 4 boxes of NATO rounds. If he could find a place to call home one day, he would keep this. It was time to get back to the village and turn in the jade, and see if there were any people who would like to buy the weapons.
The smell of rotting flesh overwhelmed Nathan's senses. Thinking back he probably should have purchased some nose plugs to help with the smell but he hadn't thought of it. A loud bang was heard a good distance away reminding Nathan of the dangers of going through this city. He needed to stay alert and keep his senses sharp. He carefully headed deeper into the city. For being careful not to alert any group of zombies or cause any attention, he was actually making it through the city in good time. He eventually came across house that sounded like there was someone or something inside. Quickly taking a hiding spot he listened to try to discern what was going on. To him it sounded as if someone was picking a lock inside. He readied himself for a fight and waited to see what would come out of the house.
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to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
Arlo walks out of the house to see a man standing outside, staring at the door, as if he was waiting for trouble. He was about to raise his new SCAR, eager to try out the new gun even though he didn't need a gun to shoot bullets, but then saw the tattoo on the man's right arm. He lowers the gun, before holding out his arms, showing the tattoos. "Hello, I'm Arlo, who might you be?"
((I dearly hope I'm not too late))
Name:Zode
Age:16
Appearance:Zode is slim, and rather short (about 5'4") for his age. His fingers are deeply scarred, from stiletto mishaps, as well as unfavorable engagements. His brown-black hair covers most of his tattoo, on the back of his neck.
Clothing and Equipment:His rather small wardrobe includes, a dirty white T-shirt. A black hoody (in slightly better condition.) and faded, and torn black jeans. His extremely limited arsenal includes an antique stiletto he stole from a museum, and a .22 mm bolt action rifle, a gift from his late grandfather. He also carries a swiss army knife, although the blade is virtually useless; the other tools can be used to pick less complicated locks.
Power:Being able to absorb pain from others, to the point of numbness in the recipient
Limit:Any pain absorbed is inflicted upon himself, in the same fashion. His brain sometimes can't take it, both emotionally and physically, and he will faint
Tattoo:A blood red medic cross on the back of his neck.
Bio:A doctor's assistant in his village his power was discovered rather early on, when he was only 13. Told to help a man while he was under-going a amputation, Zode unknowingly absorbed the mans pain; and blacked out. Zode lay in a coma like state for days, the way they eventually revived him was force-feeding him weed. Over time, Zode learned to sneak weed out of his master's office, to help himself deal with the pain that came with helping with surgery. By the time the doctor realized his protege was addicted to weed, Zode was almost 15. Cutting Zode off from his supply of painkiller, Zode's body shut down and he went into a coma that lasted a few weeks. Zode woke up to discover the village had put two-and-two together, and tattooed his neck. After that Zode was cast out into the the world; alone.
((if the addiction part is distasteful, i'll delete the post, or edit it out.))
((thank tv for this but I don't think they would have morofine, they would more than likely be using home remedies, weed would work all too well. Your accepted but your addicted to weed, which people don't have to go into a city filled with zombies and phycos to get for a simple surgery but would be grown and eagerly defended as the towns only replenishable pain killer, plus it's used for the same thing today.))
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((thank tv for this but I don't think they would have morofine, they would more than likely be using home remedies, weed would work all too well. Your accepted but your addicted to weed, which people don't have to go into a city filled with zombies and phycos to get for a simple surgery but would be grown and eagerly defended as the towns only replenishable pain killer, plus it's used for the same thing today.))
"I was hired to find a nice jade set for a family in a nearby town. Then I went looting for myself a little. Found some nice guns and passports, as well as an old gold watch and batteries. Maybe we could go together, it's nice to have a companion to watch your back and have as company."
The ruins of New York were desolate, foreboding, with the sound of echoeing gunshots in the air.
Walking for only a couple hours, he had only came across two small packs of zombies, and he could easily stealth his way past, going under the effects for at least just half a minute. Yet symptoms of it were already appearing, Neo's vision was graining, and a lot dimmer than it should be. But, as long as he doesn't stay invisible for much longer than that, that's the worst it should get...
Neo found himself in a large warehouse district, and had noticed the gun shots were getting louder...
Oh no, oh Goddamnit, Neo noticed a group of Hunters firing through the door of a warehouse and at a horde of zombies. It wasn't a good idea to mess with those sociopathic idiots, or to underestimate them...
Neo instantly went invisible, and found cover in another warehouse, and decided to see what happens.
Name: Arlo
Age: 19
Appearance: short brown hair, dark blue eyes, very rarely smiles, about 6 feet (dunno cm), good muscular build
Cloathing and Equipment: black shirt with a blue and black flannel over top with the sleeves rolled up some, black jeans, a military style backpack on his back filled with a dark jacket, a box of 12 gauge shells and a box of 9mm ammo, some food and a photo of a small child, a man and a woman. He wears a belt with two pouches, one filled with 9mm ammo, the other with 12 gauge shells. He also has a knife in his belt.
Power: Manipulation of magnetic fields allowing him to move metal. He gets stronger with strong emotion.
Limit: While he can move large objects, it is much more strenuous and is far slower. Also, if he tries to move objects that are too large, he may faint. For example, he could lift up a tank, but it would be slow and cause him to faint fairly quickly.
Tatoo: Magnets on both his hands
Bio: He lived in a one of the towns surrounding the city with his parents. He realized he had powers when he was 14, hunting for deer. A bandit saw Arlo carrying the guy, and decided he wanted it. He took a shot at Arlo, and Arlo, who noticed the man at the last second, stopped the bullet inches from his face. Realizing his power, he sent the bullet back and put it through the man's skull.
He kept his power secret for years. However, there was a fire during a town hall meeting, and a quarter of the town got trapped inside. The only exit was blocked by the caved in roof, which was made of metal. He chose to lift it and allow everyone to get out, revealing his secret. Once everyone was out, he ran to his home. His parents arrived shortly afterward, telling him everything was going to be all right.
The next day, a 6 men came to the house, and demanded he be tattooed and kicked out of the village. His parents begged for his allowance to stay, but the men were adamant. When they tried entering Arlo's room, his mom pushed the man against the wall. Arlo heard a gunshot, a man's yell, a body being slammed into a wall, and then another gunshot. Filled with rage, Arlo stepped from his room and crushed the shell casings of the bullets inside the guns the men held, causing each bullet to go off and the guns to basically explode in each of their hands, stopping each bullet in midair. As they shook their hands in pain, Arlo put the bullets against each man's head. Then, he slowly moved the bullets through their skull and into their brains.
He fled the village with some ammo one of the men had in his pocket and a picture of his parents in a sack. he decided he would no longer hide his power, and in the next town he arrived in, told them of it and asked for the tattoo. Since then, he has been working, mostly as a repairman, exterminator or looter, but does whatever job he can. He hopes one day, the Wanderers can come together and unite, creating a home for themselves.
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Even if he wouldn't have profited, he would never hesitate to kill the people who would kill anyone with powers like his. They deserved to die, and that's what happened. One bullet was all he needed to go through the three of their heads. He almost wondered why he'd used a dozen bullets, going through their limbs before killing them. Then he remembered seeing a group of hunters beating a small girl to death in front of him, all because she could create light within her hands, and he felt no more pity.
He noticed that several in the cars in this neighborhood had NRA bumper stickers on them. He'd learned a long time ago that this stood for national rifle association. National rifle association meant guns nearby. Most gun owners put their guns in gun lockers, which have locks and are very hard to break. Most people couldn't open locks they didn't have the key or know the combination for. He could. "Time to earn me some more money," he decided aloud.
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With the threat of the Hunters dispatched Nicholas sheathes his blade then takes a Revolver and a satchel full of ammo off of one fallen Hunter. He flips the chamber open and loads it, then snaps it shut and spins it ready for action.
Now with a adequate tool for combat in-hand he walks into a nearby warehouse.
"That door wasn't opened by a breeze."
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to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
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Name:Zode
Age:16
Appearance:Zode is slim, and rather short (about 5'4") for his age. His fingers are deeply scarred, from stiletto mishaps, as well as unfavorable engagements. His brown-black hair covers most of his tattoo, on the back of his neck.
Clothing and Equipment:His rather small wardrobe includes, a dirty white T-shirt. A black hoody (in slightly better condition.) and faded, and torn black jeans. His extremely limited arsenal includes an antique stiletto he stole from a museum, and a .22 mm bolt action rifle, a gift from his late grandfather. He also carries a swiss army knife, although the blade is virtually useless; the other tools can be used to pick less complicated locks.
Power:Being able to absorb pain from others, to the point of numbness in the recipient
Limit:Any pain absorbed is inflicted upon himself, in the same fashion. His brain sometimes can't take it, both emotionally and physically, and he will faint
Tattoo:A blood red medic cross on the back of his neck.
Bio:A doctor's assistant in his village his power was discovered rather early on, when he was only 13. Told to help a man while he was under-going a amputation, Zode unknowingly absorbed the mans pain; and blacked out. Zode lay in a coma like state for days, the way they eventually revived him was force-feeding him weed. Over time, Zode learned to sneak weed out of his master's office, to help himself deal with the pain that came with helping with surgery. By the time the doctor realized his protege was addicted to weed, Zode was almost 15. Cutting Zode off from his supply of painkiller, Zode's body shut down and he went into a coma that lasted a few weeks. Zode woke up to discover the village had put two-and-two together, and tattooed his neck. After that Zode was cast out into the the world; alone.
((if the addiction part is distasteful, i'll delete the post, or edit it out.))
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
((editing now))
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