Post Apocalyptic Walk in RP

Will you join?

Yes	23.3%	[ 7 ]
No	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Maybe	23.3%	[ 7 ]
Golds?	13.3%	[ 4 ]
Cookies?	16.7%	[ 5 ]
Poll Whore.	23.3%	[ 7 ]
Total Votes:			[ 30 ]

[That-Pyro-Guy]

([G'night peoples. I gotta go to sleep... Its eleven thirty pm here. Stupid timezones! GRRRR! I just wanna..-cencored-])

[Evilrella]

Six forced a smile her sharp fangs showing just a bit , she sat on the floor . She hoped to herself that she could hold back the urge to suck the young man and woman dry. After all she was a mutant too , she also need blood to stay alive not just regular food. She could just taste the sweet red fluid flowing down her throat. "Stop it!" Her mind yelled. Six's eyes stared at the back of Anthony's head "You are a good person you can hold back , not him." Six took a shaky breath breathing in and out closing her light eyes.

[it's cool night night]

[That-Pyro-Guy]

(( One post, couldn't help myslef. x3))

Anthony sighed, sitting on the ground and thinking for a moment. After he sat in silence for about three minutes, he clapped his hands together and grinned grimly. "I know where I've seen you before. It was a momenterial glimps of a mutant lady, probabaly you, sucking the blood from a humans neck." He laughed, looking at you. "When it happens sometimes, I can hear voices, names, thoughts of the people I'm seeing..." He shrugged and looked into Six's eyes. "Do you need blood?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

[blehIfailsobad]

Raven skidded as she slid down a trail of rubble. She stopped at the bottom and looked around, thinking. It was the first time she had come out of hiding since to attack. She sighed and yawned, seeing something out of the corner of her eye. Two men, both looking at her greedily.

[Evilrella]

A weak laugh came from her mouth " I don't know what your talking about " Lie ." I have never sucked blood from a human " another lie. She sat up a little her eyes staring at the neck of Anthony , she could see the blood flowing threw his vein . "There is someone near by " she muttered

[D_Storm_02]

What did we get ourself's into this time?

Gaianame: D_Storm_02
Rpc's name: Ray Mercer
Age: 22
Personality: A calm and collected guy who values fact and reality, he has the mind of a tactician. But he is still human and still care's a little.
Powers: Ray wears a suit that gives him enhanced strength,speed and agility the suit also has a cloaking field that renders ray invisible to the naked eye, the suit also has a advance targeting system that allows multiple types of vision and scanner modes.
Weapons: light assault rifle firing depleted uranium rounds, and a tactical hand gun firing the the same type of rounds
Bio: Ray was a soldier taking part in a government experiment when the attacks begun, he was part of a project to develop super soldiers through battle suits, When Ray got word of the attacks and that his building was being targeted as well Ray quickly got to his suit called the XV-88 Ghost armor and escaped the facility before he was blown to bits, now he's on the road searching for whatever life there is left.
Appearance: XV-88 Ghost Armor
My Vehicle: Ray rides a modified combat bike called the FK-Heat seeker,
the bike also has stealth abilities and has tops speed of 250 kph the and the bike is armed with 2 50 cal. machine hidden on each side of the bike. And here she is.

[That-Pyro-Guy]

Anthony tutted. "Lier, but if you don't wanna tell me the truth, then I won't pester you into telling me." His eyes remained affixed on her, even when she mentioned another person near. "Hm..." He studied her apearence, takeing in all of her features, incase he ever needed to find her again. "Six..." He mumbled, putting a name to a face. Not much scared him nowadays, although, there was that occasional moment where his powers jumped all over the world, while he was driving, with out warning.

There was something about her, that made Anthony feel smewhat calm. Perhaps it was her mesmorising violet eyes, or her scantily clad upper half. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that she had a sword that probabaly would of reached the bottom of his chin (Seeing as he stood at 6'2", that was a big sword!) He tutted once again and tilted his neck further to the side, as if he was tempting Six to drain his neck dry. It would be a better escape than this hell hole that they lived in now...

[Nonaboom]

Rina quietly left the girl's house. She hopped on her skateboard once she was outside and just very slowly road along the road. She needed to think a little. She went into the store in front of the girl's houseand just sat on the counter. She played with the cash register a little and just hummed to herself. This was Rina's way of thinking.

[That-Pyro-Guy]

Anthony opened his mouth to say something to six, when his mind flashed to thoughts of the girl who was in the small room moments ago. Then, his powers kicked in and he saw a flash of her sitting on the counter, playing with the cash regester. Small sounds of humming filled his ears, follower by most any thought that passed the girls mind. "All these thoughts, and not even a mention of her name..."

[Nonaboom]

Since Rina was able to read minds, she heard what Anthony said abour her. She grinned a little. "It's not nice to intrude on other people's mind." she thought, she knew Anthony could hear. Rina could already hear everyone's voice if they were near her. She had an excuse.

[That-Pyro-Guy]

Anthony froze. "What? You...You can read my thoughts? Hang on...I can hear your thoughts...Hm...I don't wanna know what your thinking...It just.." Suddenly, his thoughts were ripped from the girl and placed back to Six. "That was...weird..."

[Nonaboom]

Rina laughed softly. It was so funny to her. She didn't even really have to concentrate on his thoughts since he was so close. Same with the girl. Rina hopped off the counter and started to walked around the store. She held her hands out in front of her and a small flame grew on it. She just played with it really as she walked threw the store.

[.N.o.i.r.]

What did we get ourself's into this time?

Name: Nick DeLaney
Age: 25
Looks: [x]
Likes: Cigarettes, coffee (Black), Burger king, having a weapon at his side home comforts really
Dislikes: Not being able to get a coffee in the morning, having to spend half an hour looking for a place to get cigarettes, Not being able to get a cheese burger or an iced coffee at lunch.
Bio: Nick had been working as an operative for the NSA three months prior to the attack when he had switched his job to head of security for a private firm based in the lower down town area of the city. Luckily he had been at his desk the day of the attacks. With his office being several floors below ground in a self sufficient block Nick had no problem surviving the blasts although the subsequent subterranean made it impossible to stay at that location. During the evacuation Nick loaded his vehicle with weapons and ammunition enough to keep him alive for a decent amount of time.
Powers: None as far as he's aware.
Weapons: H&K MP5, M14, Glock 22
How do you get around: [x]

[.N.o.i.r.]

The black Mercedes stopped outside a pumping station on the outskirts of the city. Nick hadn't been back for a while and sense of foreboding hung over him like the clouds above swimming and sparking bright blue as the lightning began to jump. "********" Nick mumbled as he felt the first rain drop fall to his forehead. Finishing off with the petrol he closed the lid on his third jerry can and lugged it back into the boot of the Merc. Feeling around his pockets he rolled his eyes and headed into what was left of the old shop. Making his way behind the counter picking up a set of safe keys as he passed them Nick grabbed a couple of plastic carrier bags and began to unload the tobacco shelves into the bags, at least he would be in smokes for a while, doing similar with the few remaining bottles of scotch behind the counter he wandered out back to the stock room, immediately to his right was a large metal door, "Jackpot" he snorted to himself as he reached into the bag in his hand and single handedly removed the wrapper and brought the pack to his lips taking a single cigarette and lighting it.

Placing the carrier bags off goodies Nick unlocked the gantry and stepped inside, full cases of alcohol and tobacco lined the shelves. Letting a small smile cross his lips the former G-man grabbed the nearby parcel trolly and began loading up...

[unutterablewords]

WHAT DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO THIS TIME!!!!! O.O

Hello, my name is Isabella Hughes. I am 20 years old. I would rather not tell you of my past for I am ashamed of it. For some reason I can see the past of all the objects that I touch. I am addicted to coffee, sugar, and staying alive. I'd like to stay away from spiders, vegetables of most sort, and things that threaten my existence. I like to carry around a machine gun for my safety. I drive the awesomest car in the world though I forget the name.