Post by Saber on Jan 20, 2008 15:52:46 GMT -5
This is a new RP, and it is my first (so please, be gentle!).
Rules: You can play, but you can't go killing characters all willy nilly. This is a more serious RP, though at times it can be funny. It will involve multiple worlds, if it leads to that. Other-human creatures are accepted, but will at first be viewed as aliens.
The setting is planet Earth (or a similar planet). It has been devastated by a terrible world war that had been going on for 25 years, and all that's left is ruins. There is only one person left in this world, or so it would seem.
And now, the Story.
The cloaked figure stood on the edge of the cliff and surveyed all that lay before him: the ruins of what had, in years past, been a wonderful world. The sky was painted a bloody shade of red, the clouds dark and looming. It reminded him so much of that day...
He was only 10 back when it happened, though he had only a few months until he turned 11. His mom had come home, disheveled.
"Phoenix, my son, I fear we've been discovered. We need to go. I went out hunting today, and I stumbled across what I think is an abandoned bomb shelter from before the war."
"Before the war? When was that, momma?" he asked, always curious to learn more about what the world had been like before this war.
"Yes, darling, before the war. We need to move now, so grab your stuff, let's go." she said urgently, frantically moving around their cramped living quarters, gathering her few precious belongings.
Phoenix packed his ragged blanket and horribly flat pillow into an old suitcase. The suitcase itself was worn, and his mother said it had been his fathers. Had been, before his father was killed. That had been before Phoenix was born.
"Phoenix, love, we need to go, NOW." said his mother, all finished packing.
Phoenix grabbed a book, carefully placed it in the suitcase, and said, "All done, momma."
They left their underground shelter, and went out into the air that stung the lungs. His mother walked as fast as she could, considering the fact that she had a debilitating arthritic pain in both her legs.
Over the course of a few hours, they walked what seemed to Phoenix to be miles and miles. Finally his mother said, gasping, "There it is, darling. Do you see it?" Phoenix looked around. He saw nothing. Then, something caught his eye. It was metal, encased in a giant pile of rocks.
"That's it, Phoenix. There's a door, it's disguised as a rock face. I don't understand why nobody else has found it...it's stocked with food. Enough food to last us years! It even has running water, though I don't know how safe that is...it also has a toilet. Won't it be nice to have a toilet inside for once?" She was cheerful, considering the fact that she was beyond exhausted.
Suddenly, the air-raid sirens went off. The sky was filled with a shrill, piercing noise. "Oh no!" gasped his mom. "Phoenix, run! Run to the shelter!"
Phoenix ran the yard to the door of the shelter. He pulled on the handle, disguised as a rock. He pulled with all his might, and it barely moved. "Momma, it won't open!" he yelled.
"Give it all you've got, Phoenix! When you get it open, run inside!" She yelled back, hobbling as fast as she could, in terrible agony.
Phoenix heaved, throwing all his bodyweight into opening the stubborn door. Finally it opened, with much resistance. He ran inside the opening, and looked back to his mom in fear. "Momma, hurry! We don't have much time!" he cried desperately, but his words were drowned out by the fleet of jets shooting into the sky above them. The enemy was famous for bombing any moving thing.
His mom ran as fast as she could, crying in fear and despair. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She yelled to her son, her only living relative, "Phoenix, close the door! For God's sake, CLOSE IT!"
"NO! I won't let you die!" Phoenix screamed back, trying to push his own tiny voice above the droning sounds of the engines.
From the jets fell large black objects.
"Phoenix, CLOSE THE DOOR!" she yelled, knowing if he didn't close it, they'd both die.
Phoenix, was hesitant, but he had no choice. He didn't want his mother to die in vain. He threw all his weight into closing the door. There was a screeching protest from the door, but he was able to close it. The door was so thick, he didn't see how he was able to move it at all.
From the other side of the door came a sonic boom, and the entire shelter shook as if there were an earthquake.
Phoenix wept.
Rules: You can play, but you can't go killing characters all willy nilly. This is a more serious RP, though at times it can be funny. It will involve multiple worlds, if it leads to that. Other-human creatures are accepted, but will at first be viewed as aliens.
The setting is planet Earth (or a similar planet). It has been devastated by a terrible world war that had been going on for 25 years, and all that's left is ruins. There is only one person left in this world, or so it would seem.
And now, the Story.
The cloaked figure stood on the edge of the cliff and surveyed all that lay before him: the ruins of what had, in years past, been a wonderful world. The sky was painted a bloody shade of red, the clouds dark and looming. It reminded him so much of that day...
He was only 10 back when it happened, though he had only a few months until he turned 11. His mom had come home, disheveled.
"Phoenix, my son, I fear we've been discovered. We need to go. I went out hunting today, and I stumbled across what I think is an abandoned bomb shelter from before the war."
"Before the war? When was that, momma?" he asked, always curious to learn more about what the world had been like before this war.
"Yes, darling, before the war. We need to move now, so grab your stuff, let's go." she said urgently, frantically moving around their cramped living quarters, gathering her few precious belongings.
Phoenix packed his ragged blanket and horribly flat pillow into an old suitcase. The suitcase itself was worn, and his mother said it had been his fathers. Had been, before his father was killed. That had been before Phoenix was born.
"Phoenix, love, we need to go, NOW." said his mother, all finished packing.
Phoenix grabbed a book, carefully placed it in the suitcase, and said, "All done, momma."
They left their underground shelter, and went out into the air that stung the lungs. His mother walked as fast as she could, considering the fact that she had a debilitating arthritic pain in both her legs.
Over the course of a few hours, they walked what seemed to Phoenix to be miles and miles. Finally his mother said, gasping, "There it is, darling. Do you see it?" Phoenix looked around. He saw nothing. Then, something caught his eye. It was metal, encased in a giant pile of rocks.
"That's it, Phoenix. There's a door, it's disguised as a rock face. I don't understand why nobody else has found it...it's stocked with food. Enough food to last us years! It even has running water, though I don't know how safe that is...it also has a toilet. Won't it be nice to have a toilet inside for once?" She was cheerful, considering the fact that she was beyond exhausted.
Suddenly, the air-raid sirens went off. The sky was filled with a shrill, piercing noise. "Oh no!" gasped his mom. "Phoenix, run! Run to the shelter!"
Phoenix ran the yard to the door of the shelter. He pulled on the handle, disguised as a rock. He pulled with all his might, and it barely moved. "Momma, it won't open!" he yelled.
"Give it all you've got, Phoenix! When you get it open, run inside!" She yelled back, hobbling as fast as she could, in terrible agony.
Phoenix heaved, throwing all his bodyweight into opening the stubborn door. Finally it opened, with much resistance. He ran inside the opening, and looked back to his mom in fear. "Momma, hurry! We don't have much time!" he cried desperately, but his words were drowned out by the fleet of jets shooting into the sky above them. The enemy was famous for bombing any moving thing.
His mom ran as fast as she could, crying in fear and despair. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She yelled to her son, her only living relative, "Phoenix, close the door! For God's sake, CLOSE IT!"
"NO! I won't let you die!" Phoenix screamed back, trying to push his own tiny voice above the droning sounds of the engines.
From the jets fell large black objects.
"Phoenix, CLOSE THE DOOR!" she yelled, knowing if he didn't close it, they'd both die.
Phoenix, was hesitant, but he had no choice. He didn't want his mother to die in vain. He threw all his weight into closing the door. There was a screeching protest from the door, but he was able to close it. The door was so thick, he didn't see how he was able to move it at all.
From the other side of the door came a sonic boom, and the entire shelter shook as if there were an earthquake.
Phoenix wept.