@Matty You can be a moderator, but first I just want a few posts in before I accept, just so I know you have a handle on how I want this to work, you know?
A group of four men wearing military uniforms were trudging down a dirt road. It was nightfall. The tallest, a man with buzzed brown hair, seemed to be leading them. One of the others, a short man, was complaining. “Why is it that we got to patrol? The borders are closed, there's no way that those zombies arr getting in. The other men ignored him as he continued. “And how do we know they're even real? Have you eve-” The tall man cupped his mouth over his hand, cutting him off. He pointed towards the treeline where a lone figure was visible. The tall man called out “U.S. Military, identify yourself.” The figure suddenly lurched towards them. Yelling, the short man opened fire. The figure still shambled towards them. One of the other men extracted a flashlight from his vest and shined it towards the figure. The sight was gruesome. It was a man, but his skin had a deathly gray pallor. His face was gaunt, his cheekbones prominent. And he was missing an arm. Seeing this, the tall man calmly drew his sidearm, carefully aimed, and fired. The bullet passed cleanly through the things head, and it dropped to the ground. “Still don't believe in them?” The tall man straightened and continued, “now lets see if he had any friends.” The four man cautiously approached the treeline. A twig cracked. Suddenly, the short man let out a cry of pain as a zombie appeared from behind a tree sank it's teeth into his neck. Another man screamed and opened fire. All at once, zombies were pouring in from all sides. Soon, only the tall man was standing. The other three men were on the ground, writhing in pain, zombies clamoring to devour them. His gun was out of ammo. Closing his eyes, he said a prayer. A zombie knocked him to the ground, and ripped a piece of flesh from his arm. The man's nametag read “Private Marapose”
((those accepted may begin roleplaying. any ooc talk now needs to be in brackets. JSYK, you guys don't have knowledge of these happenings. It's just to set the scene))
((just to make sure, you're accepted if you're on the player list)
((oh and one note, you'll notice that was without internal monologe, but I wrote it that way on purpose. Like you're just seeing it, it's not told by someone involved in it))
Matt ran. The wind rushing past is face, his heart thumping. He felt alive. The sound of Michael's voice pulled hime back down to earth.
"For god's sake, slow down."
Smiling, Matt spun around and jogged backwards, waiting for his friend to catchup. Michael's large frame made him great as a linebacker, but he was horribly slow. They were out jogging in central park, something they did weekly. Matt slowed down to walking speed, to let Michael catch his breath.
"The zombies aren't going to wait for you to catch your breath." Matt teased.
"Come on, that's not even funny" Michael complained.
Matt poked Michael in the ribs and took off jogging again, at a easier pace. The rest of their run was uneventful until they arrived at the parking lot. The place where Michael had parked his car was conspicuously empty.
"Oh ****." He cursed. "This is not good, my parents are going to kill me."
Matt couldn't think of a witty remark to say. The half hour car ride back was spent is forlorn silence. After dropping a dejected Michael off at his house, Matt drove to his appartment building. In the lobby, he passed old Mrs. Wildridge. She began to lecture him on the importance on education. It was a full 5 minutes before he could get a word in edgewise, and tell her that it was, in fact, Saturday. Shaking his head, he continued up the elevator to his room.((when you have two characters, have the title of which chracter it is like I did.))
((How often can you post in one day, just once? After someone else posts, etc.?))
Zach went to go get some more prescription pad paper, again. He was starting to hate his Therapist Aid job, almost all he got to do was errands. He wanted to do some real stuff, get to know people ask them about their lives, what's wrong, and all those other questions one might ask to someone going in for therapy.
"Finally," scoffed the old woman he was aiding (Mrs. Otto was what everyone called her)," It's about time, what was that like 5 minutes just to walk down the hall?"
Zach handed Mrs. Otto her prescription pads and sat down in his 'watching chair', at least that's what Mrs. Otto called it. He hated the chair, hated the job, and hated even more he HAD to do this to graduate college.
"Now now," Mrs. Otto soothed sarcastically," Is little Zachy pouting? Does he need his bottle?"
Zach clenched his fist and jaw, it was all he could do to stop from punching the woman in the face. He had almost had it for the last time he just couldn't take the old woman's sarcastic, mean attitude towards him.
* * *
"I'm going to go ahead and leave now, " Zach said to Mrs. Otto, "I need to do a report for school."
"Alright, " replied a very enthusiastic Mrs. Otto who was glad to get rid of him. And in an even more sarcastic tone then most times, " I'm glad we'll be meeting tomorrow for an even shorter time, it's Sunday tomorrow!"
"Oh I can't wait," said a sarcastic Zach, then with sudden remembrance, " Oh yeah and don't forget, I get hands on tomorrow!"
((Edit: Made it saturday morning sorry forgot about the day :P))
((just so you know my character only works for 2 hrs. on Saturday morning, so It's still morning))
((After fighting with my Internet all day, finally can get to writing))
Eric wakes up to a cold wooden table, again. This is the forth night in a row that Eric passed out while working on his many projects, the latest is a old,broken radio one that can tune into radio stations. With a groan Eric rises, now fully sitting in his chair, while knocking a screwdriver off of the table. A bunch of tools and radio parts are scattered across his table, other then the unfortunate screwdriver that may be doomed to be lost forever. "I have to stop doing this, can't be too good for me." he groggily thinks "Ha at least its saturday, I think, well if it is maybe I could catch up on sleep, lost a lot of it these last few nights."
With a shrug Eric decides to get up, make a bowl of bland cereal, milk not included,then tries to enjoy his day away from collage. The living room/kitchen is fairly unfurnished, other then the kitchen there was only a stained couch. Eric grunts as he half falls on the couch eating his "breakfast". After the dry flakes of who-knows-what is gone, Eric drifts off to sleep, the lost nights have caught up with him.
Mind if I join the fun? . Just a warning, I can only begin posting next week or this Friday because of my current schedule, I just wanted to reserve a spot in case this gets filled quickly.
I also like RP's that are more focused on story-telling and character-development rather than hack'n'slash.
Fun fact: This character will be similar to another character I made in a zombie RP that had as much quality as this one, but is currently dead. The only difference is that this character will be "partially" emo.
Name: Linus Reece
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Private eye
Location: Brooklyn
Physical Description: Medium built, Caucasian. Has short, brownish hair, a clean-shaven face, and hazel eyes. Wears a black jacket with white sleeves and a plain, dark-green T-Shirt underneath. Also sports blue jeans and grey rubber shoes.
Personality: Cold and calculative, Linus thinks more than he acts; but when he acts he moves with a purpose. Losses of loved ones in the past have given Linus less to lose, and less to live about. However, he would never allow himself to die unless absolutely necessary; he believes that committing suicide is a weak-minded man's escape. Man shouldn't let death come to them until the time is right.
He has little friends, but he knows several people in the police force because of his occupation. His clients, he remembers but never really considers them his friends. He thinks that emotional attachments are distractions, but deep down he yearns to care for others and be cared by others.
Background: Born and raised in Brooklyn. He lived a fairly uneventful life until the later years. He had an older brother and a younger sister, but the 3 of them usually took care of each other as their parents were always busy trying to get food on their table. His elder brother was their father-figure through most of their childhood years.
During his high-school years, he had a girlfriend. However, his relationship didn't last when he learned that the girl had just been manipulating him for her own personal reasons. What added insult to injury was the fact that his so-called "friends" at the time were aware of it and never said anything to him, he became kind of anti-social for a few years after that.
When he turned 21, he was a more sociable person, but he vowed to never grow close to another again. He had earned a living as a private-eye; he had always been interested in criminology and decided to pursue it. Although he is something of an amateur, he has had several clients and has even worked in unison with the police on some occasions.
Things seemed to be looking up for him, until that one night.
He had received a a worried call from his younger sister about being stalked by an unknown man. His older brother had also been notified and the two stayed together while Linus looked into it. He had not gotten very far, but he had gained some leads when he decided to visit the two of them. When he found their home surrounded by police cars. Fearing the worst, he spoke to the inspector about what happened. Apparently, someone broke into the house, brutally killed his brother, and raped his sister before killing her as well. Linus swore revenge on the criminal world after that.
Eventually, the perpetrator was caught and imprisoned, but Linus believed that justice could never be served now that the victims were dead. He still continues with his job, but with a stronger passion ever since the death of his siblings.
Any skills: He knows how to fire a handgun from time in the shooting range. He also has good logical and reasoning skills and experience with detective work. He has good stamina, but average strength.
Starting Inventory: A Glock handgun with only one magazine of ammunition, he uses it for emergency situations. A swiss army knife. A cellphone with the numbers of a few police officers and some old clients, almost never used unless he really needs to contact them.
((hey matty_llama! My character is British just like you. Give me some tips!
Oh, and it's Monday in my post. Sorry, but I didn't noticed mnm's post. Deal with it.))
8:00
Boom! stupid alarm clock, John thought. He just woke up one minute before the clock. I will beat you this time! ,but before he could turn off the alarm clock before it will ring the phone rang. John just went to answer the phone but then the alarm clock did his explosion-like noise. John hated this noise but he didn't find any way to change it.
"Hello. No, it's... no sir. Sorry. No. He dosen't live here anymore. Yes. I don't know... He lives in Manhattan now. Yes. Goodbye."
Just another of George's friends. George, John's roommate, lived there once but he moved to Manhattan. He wasn't actually a roommate, but the house was literally one room, so... Close enough. now it's 1:0 for Clock because of this stupid phone.
Two hours later, John was in his little office in ExoCom inc. He was busy solving a problem with the translating programm, when Mr. Waters, the boss, entered. "good morning, John." "good morning, Mr. Waters." "I have some good news: Kings is getting married!" "you mean, Michael Kings?" "yes! And we are throwing a party tonight!" "oh... Great. Well... I will come... Of course.." "so great! Come here on nine o'clock." "oh, nine? I think... I should visit my cousin...." "oh... It's like the third time! Is he sick or something?" "yes, a bit." "anyway, good morning. I will go to the designing section now." my cousin? That was a close one. I should think about a new excuse. John hated parties and he did almost everything to miss them. now, time to work.
((um n-man, you could make it be on a friday and then jsut speed up to the weekend to catch up with us))
((@Matty_The_Llama_Pig, give them time. They will come soon))
(@Sonrov25 Excellent app Accepted. One note, once you start, you may have to like make a reeallly long post to catch up, I'll try not to have the zombies come before you start but...))
((um n-man, you could make it be on a friday and then jsut speed up to the weekend to catch up with us))
((so I will))
8:00 pm this stupid party is in a hour and I must be there.
After John came home his boss, Mr. Waters called him and told him that Michael Kings really wants to see him at the party, so John agreed to go. now what am I going to wear?
He decided to wear a black jacket and his new shoes. I'm not that 'chic', but it's OK.
The party
The company decided to have the party in a club named "24/7". John thought it is a nice name, because 24 divide by 7 is almost pi.
The room itself was dark. There was a bar near the entrance, and some tables with chairs around it. The people were dancing in the middle of the room and the music was loud. John, whom dosen't like dancing nor loud music, sat on a chair near the bar. Michael Kings was dancing near him so John asked him: "hey Michael! I heard you really wanted me to come here! Why? You know I'm not the party-type, you know." Michael stopped dancing and answered: "nothing special! I just think you should have some fun and you know, meet some chicks." "oh, then, thank you." Michael went back to his friends and John ordered some beer. He remembered, when he was young, in London, his father took him around the city to see pubs and clubs. John always laughted when his dad ordered beer for them both, and when the barman said: "I'm sorry sir, but he is too young" his father answered: "it's OK, maybe I look young but believe me, I'm 41". nostalgy...
John stopped daydreaming, and he noticed that it's only half past nine. He had an idea so he wrote the hour on a napkin he found.
"hey! British guy! Wake up!" the barman shouted. "what... Wha.. Oh.. Was I sleeping?" "yes. And you didn't even touched your beer!" "oh, yes, it was part of my idea to... Wait, how did you know I'm British? And what's the time?" "oh, you wrote 21:30 and not 9:30 pm on this napkin. Now it's almost quarter past ten." "so, I was sleeping for around 45 minutes... And the beer-" he tasted the beer-"still tasty. What beer is it again?" "I don't kno... Wait, I have someone here" and the barman went to serve someone. so, this party wasn't a terrible waste of time... I did another beer experiment!
When he was walking home he thought about what Michael said. "I just think you should have some fun and you know, meet some chicks."
Maybe he is right. Indeed I need to find... A girlfriend. Oh, I hate social life.
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Click the egg, not the spoiler. It's not THAT complicated.
(Before I start with my app, I should say that I've never been to New York, but I like this rp idea, so I might get some things mixed up, like where the Chrysler building or the Empire State building is. Just let me know if I do,
Location: (Automatically NYC, specify what borough) Manhattan
Physical Description: Tall, about 6 feet to be exact, small scar next to his left eye, intense brown eyes, pointed nose, brown hair, thick eyebrows, slightly above average weight, almost always wears his red flannel jacket and jeans, long fingers, large feet held by black sneakers, and broad shoulders.
Personality: Sarcastic most of the times, always carries his iPod around, mostly listening to and alt rock, plays the bass, wants to be in a big band eventually, wants to learn multiple types of art, including music, painting, and 3d computer modeling, has a country accent, isn't that book smart, and he likes history, to him, it's our origin, and he wants to learn about that as well (But unfortunately, he's not good at memorizing it).
Background: (At least a paragraph) Dan lived in the Sierra Nevada's his whole life, namely, Calaveras county in California. He never got an effective education, and eventually turned away from school, as he felt useless there. He turned to the arts, mainly guitar. For a while he practiced on acoustic guitars, until he saved enough money to buy a bass. He immediately fell in love with the instrument and practiced with it every day. He also dabbled in painting and mosaics. By the time he was graduating High School, he was in a small rock band, they all sent some of their music to an art college in Georgia, hoping to get scholarships, as their parents couldn't pay, but none of them got in, except for Dan, who sent not only his bass riffs, but some of his paintings, as well as his favorite mosaic.
After getting into the college, Dan stayed in touch with his friends across the country, and learned song writing, the band stayed together by emailing each-other song ideas and riffs and recordings of their parts, putting things together. In his college, Dan thrived, he met new friends and started playing a bit of sports for the first time in his life. After a while, he ended up being a good runner, and his skin toughened up after sliding on the ground so often to get to Home base.
Once the reports started showing up of zombies, or infected as the news reports called them, Dan started to feel paranoid, and instead of going home on spring break, he drove to Manhattan, because there's safety in numbers, right? As he got more and more paranoid, he started to bring his baseball bat everywhere he went. As the rp starts, Dan will be sleeping in a Manhattan hotel.
Any skills: (i.e. knows how to pilot aircraft, basic mechanic skills...) nothing useful in a zombie apocalypse, aside from minor mechanical know-how.
Starting Inventory:(Police get pump shotgun and pistol, Military get either assault rifle of sniper rifle) baseball bat, bass guitar, warm clothing, paint set, iPod, and an iPod charger.
1. This hasn't been a problem yet, but just so I've said it, people, please use proper capitalization. I don't even care about your commas or apostrophes, just capitalize correctly
2. I am post a picture of the location of the boroughs of NYC in relation to each other (I hope this works, I haven't posted picture before). Please look at it, it's here for reference, just in case it becomes important later on.
(if the image doesn't show up, I'll try to fix it, in the meantime, heres a link to wikipedia with it http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fil:Usgs_photo_New_York_five_boroughs.jpg)
@Teh_catface Nice app Accepted and knowledge (or lack thereof) is no problem. This doesn't neeed to be 100% accurate. Jsyk, empire state building is in manhattan
((I'm surprised more people don't want to play two characters. Not a problem though))
((I think I would like to play 2 characters, and in fact, in many of the rps I used to play, I was the only one trusted to do so. But I'm out of practice in rping, so I'm just gonna try one character for now. Also, I'm assuming that the zombies aren't here yet. Also, I'm going to be starting from noon, not 8:00 like the last guy))
11:59
zzzzzzzzzzzzz. nooo I don't want th-
12:00
BEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP! "AGH!" Dan fell out of the double bed, "Oww..." Dan was definitely awake now. He got up and opened the mini fridge and got out some milk, jeez, this is way fancier than back home's hotels. How the hell did I even afford this? Dan thought to himself as he got the cheerios and poured them into a bowl.
12:45
Dan was finally ready, he had just gotten out of his 20 minute shower and put on his t-shirt, jeans, and flannel jacket. Hmmm... What should I do today...? Maybe go sightseeing? Ah, I know, the statue of liberty! Dan walked out the door, took the elevator and walked into his dad's old pickup truck. Dan took a nice, traffic filled drive to the Statue of Liberty tour group. He looked at the pictures of his family on the way. Hanging from the rear view mirror, a picture of little Ann, his little sister, with Dan, and their father. Their mother had taken the picture.
1:00
Dan was on the boat to the Statue of Liberty, but now that he was there, Dan's attention was not on the large copper statue in front of him, but on the open seas behind it. As if a huge boat full of zombies would show up any minute and sink the ferry, pfft, that would never happen. Dan comforted his nerves and strolled off of the ferry and towards the statues toes.
8:00
Dan was contemplating going to sleep early for once. He was sitting in his hotel room, thinking back on the day. Around 2:30, he got off of the tour and drove home after refilling the truck's gas tank. Then for about an hour, he listened to his iPod while spacing out in his hotel room. After that, he decided to take a nice stroll around the city, he took a 3 hour walk around Manhattan. Some kids getting out of school heard Dan softly singing White Stripes to himself, and started making fun of his accent. Dan didn't even hear them over his music, so he didn't care. Then he went to a nearby Jack in the Box and ordered a couple of Supreme Croissants for dinner. Now he had just spent an hour and a half watching television. More terrifying reports, Dan expected,Just what I need.
Nope.
Sorry, mrretro, this thread is all about writing.
Ultra ninj'd.
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A group of four men wearing military uniforms were trudging down a dirt road. It was nightfall. The tallest, a man with buzzed brown hair, seemed to be leading them. One of the others, a short man, was complaining. “Why is it that we got to patrol? The borders are closed, there's no way that those zombies arr getting in. The other men ignored him as he continued. “And how do we know they're even real? Have you eve-” The tall man cupped his mouth over his hand, cutting him off. He pointed towards the treeline where a lone figure was visible. The tall man called out “U.S. Military, identify yourself.” The figure suddenly lurched towards them. Yelling, the short man opened fire. The figure still shambled towards them. One of the other men extracted a flashlight from his vest and shined it towards the figure. The sight was gruesome. It was a man, but his skin had a deathly gray pallor. His face was gaunt, his cheekbones prominent. And he was missing an arm. Seeing this, the tall man calmly drew his sidearm, carefully aimed, and fired. The bullet passed cleanly through the things head, and it dropped to the ground. “Still don't believe in them?” The tall man straightened and continued, “now lets see if he had any friends.” The four man cautiously approached the treeline. A twig cracked. Suddenly, the short man let out a cry of pain as a zombie appeared from behind a tree sank it's teeth into his neck. Another man screamed and opened fire. All at once, zombies were pouring in from all sides. Soon, only the tall man was standing. The other three men were on the ground, writhing in pain, zombies clamoring to devour them. His gun was out of ammo. Closing his eyes, he said a prayer. A zombie knocked him to the ground, and ripped a piece of flesh from his arm. The man's nametag read “Private Marapose”
((those accepted may begin roleplaying. any ooc talk now needs to be in brackets. JSYK, you guys don't have knowledge of these happenings. It's just to set the scene))
((just to make sure, you're accepted if you're on the player list)
Matt ran. The wind rushing past is face, his heart thumping. He felt alive. The sound of Michael's voice pulled hime back down to earth.
"For god's sake, slow down."
Smiling, Matt spun around and jogged backwards, waiting for his friend to catchup. Michael's large frame made him great as a linebacker, but he was horribly slow. They were out jogging in central park, something they did weekly. Matt slowed down to walking speed, to let Michael catch his breath.
"The zombies aren't going to wait for you to catch your breath." Matt teased.
"Come on, that's not even funny" Michael complained.
Matt poked Michael in the ribs and took off jogging again, at a easier pace. The rest of their run was uneventful until they arrived at the parking lot. The place where Michael had parked his car was conspicuously empty.
"Oh ****." He cursed. "This is not good, my parents are going to kill me."
Matt couldn't think of a witty remark to say. The half hour car ride back was spent is forlorn silence. After dropping a dejected Michael off at his house, Matt drove to his appartment building. In the lobby, he passed old Mrs. Wildridge. She began to lecture him on the importance on education. It was a full 5 minutes before he could get a word in edgewise, and tell her that it was, in fact, Saturday. Shaking his head, he continued up the elevator to his room.((when you have two characters, have the title of which chracter it is like I did.))
Zach went to go get some more prescription pad paper, again. He was starting to hate his Therapist Aid job, almost all he got to do was errands. He wanted to do some real stuff, get to know people ask them about their lives, what's wrong, and all those other questions one might ask to someone going in for therapy.
"Finally," scoffed the old woman he was aiding (Mrs. Otto was what everyone called her)," It's about time, what was that like 5 minutes just to walk down the hall?"
Zach handed Mrs. Otto her prescription pads and sat down in his 'watching chair', at least that's what Mrs. Otto called it. He hated the chair, hated the job, and hated even more he HAD to do this to graduate college.
"Now now," Mrs. Otto soothed sarcastically," Is little Zachy pouting? Does he need his bottle?"
Zach clenched his fist and jaw, it was all he could do to stop from punching the woman in the face. He had almost had it for the last time he just couldn't take the old woman's sarcastic, mean attitude towards him.
"Alright, " replied a very enthusiastic Mrs. Otto who was glad to get rid of him. And in an even more sarcastic tone then most times, " I'm glad we'll be meeting tomorrow for an even shorter time, it's Sunday tomorrow!"
"Oh I can't wait," said a sarcastic Zach, then with sudden remembrance, " Oh yeah and don't forget, I get hands on tomorrow!"
((Edit: Made it saturday morning sorry forgot about the day :P))
((just so you know my character only works for 2 hrs. on Saturday morning, so It's still morning))
Eric wakes up to a cold wooden table, again. This is the forth night in a row that Eric passed out while working on his many projects, the latest is a old,broken radio one that can tune into radio stations. With a groan Eric rises, now fully sitting in his chair, while knocking a screwdriver off of the table. A bunch of tools and radio parts are scattered across his table, other then the unfortunate screwdriver that may be doomed to be lost forever. "I have to stop doing this, can't be too good for me." he groggily thinks "Ha at least its saturday, I think, well if it is maybe I could catch up on sleep, lost a lot of it these last few nights."
With a shrug Eric decides to get up, make a bowl of bland cereal, milk not included,then tries to enjoy his day away from collage. The living room/kitchen is fairly unfurnished, other then the kitchen there was only a stained couch. Eric grunts as he half falls on the couch eating his "breakfast". After the dry flakes of who-knows-what is gone, Eric drifts off to sleep, the lost nights have caught up with him.
Oh, and it's Monday in my post. Sorry, but I didn't noticed mnm's post. Deal with it.))
8:00
Boom! stupid alarm clock, John thought. He just woke up one minute before the clock. I will beat you this time! ,but before he could turn off the alarm clock before it will ring the phone rang. John just went to answer the phone but then the alarm clock did his explosion-like noise. John hated this noise but he didn't find any way to change it.
"Hello. No, it's... no sir. Sorry. No. He dosen't live here anymore. Yes. I don't know... He lives in Manhattan now. Yes. Goodbye."
Just another of George's friends. George, John's roommate, lived there once but he moved to Manhattan. He wasn't actually a roommate, but the house was literally one room, so... Close enough.
now it's 1:0 for Clock because of this stupid phone.
Two hours later, John was in his little office in ExoCom inc. He was busy solving a problem with the translating programm, when Mr. Waters, the boss, entered. "good morning, John." "good morning, Mr. Waters." "I have some good news: Kings is getting married!" "you mean, Michael Kings?" "yes! And we are throwing a party tonight!" "oh... Great. Well... I will come... Of course.." "so great! Come here on nine o'clock." "oh, nine? I think... I should visit my cousin...." "oh... It's like the third time! Is he sick or something?" "yes, a bit." "anyway, good morning. I will go to the designing section now."
my cousin? That was a close one. I should think about a new excuse. John hated parties and he did almost everything to miss them.
now, time to work.
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((@Matty_The_Llama_Pig, give them time. They will come soon))
(@Sonrov25 Excellent app Accepted. One note, once you start, you may have to like make a reeallly long post to catch up, I'll try not to have the zombies come before you start but...))
Have fun,
Graeme
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1672537-the-ravine-a-story-in-which-nobody-survives-chapter-1-now-out/#entry20690277
((so I will))
8:00 pm
this stupid party is in a hour and I must be there.
After John came home his boss, Mr. Waters called him and told him that Michael Kings really wants to see him at the party, so John agreed to go.
now what am I going to wear?
He decided to wear a black jacket and his new shoes.
I'm not that 'chic', but it's OK.
The party
The company decided to have the party in a club named "24/7". John thought it is a nice name, because 24 divide by 7 is almost pi.
The room itself was dark. There was a bar near the entrance, and some tables with chairs around it. The people were dancing in the middle of the room and the music was loud. John, whom dosen't like dancing nor loud music, sat on a chair near the bar. Michael Kings was dancing near him so John asked him: "hey Michael! I heard you really wanted me to come here! Why? You know I'm not the party-type, you know." Michael stopped dancing and answered: "nothing special! I just think you should have some fun and you know, meet some chicks." "oh, then, thank you." Michael went back to his friends and John ordered some beer. He remembered, when he was young, in London, his father took him around the city to see pubs and clubs. John always laughted when his dad ordered beer for them both, and when the barman said: "I'm sorry sir, but he is too young" his father answered: "it's OK, maybe I look young but believe me, I'm 41". nostalgy...
John stopped daydreaming, and he noticed that it's only half past nine. He had an idea so he wrote the hour on a napkin he found.
"hey! British guy! Wake up!" the barman shouted. "what... Wha.. Oh.. Was I sleeping?" "yes. And you didn't even touched your beer!" "oh, yes, it was part of my idea to... Wait, how did you know I'm British? And what's the time?" "oh, you wrote 21:30 and not 9:30 pm on this napkin. Now it's almost quarter past ten." "so, I was sleeping for around 45 minutes... And the beer-" he tasted the beer-"still tasty. What beer is it again?" "I don't kno... Wait, I have someone here" and the barman went to serve someone.
so, this party wasn't a terrible waste of time... I did another beer experiment!
When he was walking home he thought about what Michael said. "I just think you should have some fun and you know, meet some chicks."
Maybe he is right. Indeed I need to find... A girlfriend. Oh, I hate social life.
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1. This hasn't been a problem yet, but just so I've said it, people, please use proper capitalization. I don't even care about your commas or apostrophes, just capitalize correctly
2. I am post a picture of the location of the boroughs of NYC in relation to each other (I hope this works, I haven't posted picture before). Please look at it, it's here for reference, just in case it becomes important later on.
(if the image doesn't show up, I'll try to fix it, in the meantime, heres a link to wikipedia with it http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fil:Usgs_photo_New_York_five_boroughs.jpg)
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((I'm surprised more people don't want to play two characters. Not a problem though))
11:59
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12:00
BEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP! "AGH!" Dan fell out of the double bed, "Oww..." Dan was definitely awake now. He got up and opened the mini fridge and got out some milk, jeez, this is way fancier than back home's hotels. How the hell did I even afford this? Dan thought to himself as he got the cheerios and poured them into a bowl.
12:45
Dan was finally ready, he had just gotten out of his 20 minute shower and put on his t-shirt, jeans, and flannel jacket. Hmmm... What should I do today...? Maybe go sightseeing? Ah, I know, the statue of liberty! Dan walked out the door, took the elevator and walked into his dad's old pickup truck. Dan took a nice, traffic filled drive to the Statue of Liberty tour group. He looked at the pictures of his family on the way. Hanging from the rear view mirror, a picture of little Ann, his little sister, with Dan, and their father. Their mother had taken the picture.
1:00
Dan was on the boat to the Statue of Liberty, but now that he was there, Dan's attention was not on the large copper statue in front of him, but on the open seas behind it. As if a huge boat full of zombies would show up any minute and sink the ferry, pfft, that would never happen. Dan comforted his nerves and strolled off of the ferry and towards the statues toes.
8:00
Dan was contemplating going to sleep early for once. He was sitting in his hotel room, thinking back on the day. Around 2:30, he got off of the tour and drove home after refilling the truck's gas tank. Then for about an hour, he listened to his iPod while spacing out in his hotel room. After that, he decided to take a nice stroll around the city, he took a 3 hour walk around Manhattan. Some kids getting out of school heard Dan softly singing White Stripes to himself, and started making fun of his accent. Dan didn't even hear them over his music, so he didn't care. Then he went to a nearby Jack in the Box and ordered a couple of Supreme Croissants for dinner. Now he had just spent an hour and a half watching television. More terrifying reports, Dan expected,Just what I need.