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| Of course! I fought to get out of those labs, I'm not going back! |
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| Well, not really....Cause I'm a Special Policeman! Muahaha! >:D |
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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:34 am
The Great Aventure of Extrodinary Childeren
In a world where scientists are expreimenting to make more healthy and perfect people, a group of childeren were born. They each have thier own special abilities, can do things no normal people can do, and are all flawless and beautiful. There were approximately 1,000 children genetically enhanced to be "special", but one day, a group of the childeren rebelled against the scientists, breaking free from thier confinements. Now they are spread out in places, hiding from people or just trying to fit in. But the children had to be careful who they told about their dreadful pasts and special abilities, for some people would most definately turn them into the "Special Police", a rough organization created to capture the children again. To all of these children, thier very life is a war zone, every moment they must be alert as to not get caught by the "Special Police".
Are you one of the Special Childeren?
Rules!
exclaim -No Cybering!
exclaim -Don't God-mod...Make sure you're character has weaknesses.
exclaim -Low cursing levels, please.
exclaim -PG 16 level, violence is allowed.
exclaim -Be literate. Type as if you're writing a book and use it in past-tense form. no **'s for actions.
exclaim -Have fun!
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:43 am
Profiles!
Alright, this is just a reminder of how I'd like you to post your profile so I can read it more clearly. Yes, I'll also be posting this in the Profile Forum, but I just feel more comfortable to have it here. And, if you wouldn't mind, I'd also like you send me your profile in a PM so I can read it there, too.
And you may be a Special Police.
ALSO!: I will not be as active as some of you guys, so this RP will most likely be a slow RP. Don't go off with some long thing between just two people, be considerate of the other players.
User name:
Name(s):
Age:
Gender:
Powers(Please be reasonable, and don't go crazy. I won't accept your profile if you go insane. Sorry.):
Weapons(Don't go crazy here either, make them reasonable, but cool. A picture would be nice too, or just a discription.):
Apearance(Picture would be nice, or just a discription.):
Bio(Make it interesting):
Extras:
Thanks! ^^
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:21 am
Open! Holly twisted in her blankets in the back of the bar, she was having another bad dream. Pictures of the lab flashed through her mind: The knives, the morphine, the scientists teaching her how to fight, and her brother saving her and telling her that he had to leave her and never come back. She also heard and saw her lab name being called and her bar-code tatoo itched, "Number 307...Number 307." Holly woke with a start, sitting striaght up and breathing hard. "Just a dream...." She whispered to herself, looking at the bar-code tatoo on her ankle while scratching it. Holly stood and put her apron on, going to the rest of the bar. She worked in a bar is part of the "middle class" section of the town as a bartender and a table waitress. "Couldn't sleep again?" Carl, the bar owner, asked in his thick Irish accent. "Yeah...Oh well. Who needs sleep anyways." Holly laughed, begining to wash a glass.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 9:25 pm
Alekssander sat on top of a tall building, planning his next move. He had been on the run for who knows how long now? He had no idea. His supplies had run low more than a few times, and he had to steal to get by, but it didn't bother him any. He had his freedom. Now he needed his revenge. The scientists had treated him like a cruel joke. He was experiment Number 666. This, coupled with the powers he had, by chance maybe a freak coincidence, but the scientists made it even worse. They didn't even treat him like he was human. But was he?
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:19 am
"Holly, can you please take the trash out? I'm with a customer." Carl asked a couple minutes later from a table.
"Sure." Holly smiled weakly, then went to the back of the building, grabbed the bag of trash, and stepped out into the alley-way behind the building. She heaved the heavy bag into the dumpster, the weight not bothering her as much as it would a normal girl her age. She sighed and leaned against the building, looking up at the night sky sadly.
"Drake...." She whispered into the air, her brothers name of course.
He'd saved her life once in a huge battle, but he didn't make it out. The Special Police had gotten him and taken him back to the labs. She tried to get him out once, bu the mission failed before she could even get past the first set of gates around the forest surrounding the compound.
She'd been alone since then, Drake had been the only one with her in the first place, and she longed to be with people like her; who knew how she felt.
Holly sighed again and went back inside to tend to the order Carl had just posted for her.
((Check the Forum of Absence, it's important for my fellow RPers.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 9:18 am
Rei walked into the bar in which Holly worked and lived. He was completely covered in a long, tattered black cloak, covering his face, and most every other part of his body. He walked over to the bar, and took a seat there. "rum and coke please..." He said when he saw Carl's eyes peer over to him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:22 am
Carl nodded to him and fixed his drink. He sat the glass infront of him and pointed to the poster on the wall listing all the drinks and extras and their costs. It wasn't expensive, but Carl just wanted to make sure he knew the price of the drink.
"Enjoy." He said huskily in his thick Irish accent.
Holly came back to the bar, wiping her hands on a towel attatched to her apron and saw the new comer.
"Need anything? A menu for a meal?" She asked in a sigh as she glanced at him.
She took a double-take at his shadowy appearance and leaned against the bar infront of him.
"If you need anything, ask me...I'm here to help." She said carefully, searching the darkness of his hood for his eyes, and lacing her words with double meanings incase he was an EC.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 7:27 pm
He nodded to carl after being pointed to the prices. After the girl had appeared infront of him, he smiled beneath his hood, and lifted his eyes, revealing the green flashes of what appeared to be cat eyes. "Thanks, but no." He said, his voice sounding a little rough, almost as if he had a cold, or a hair ball. His nostrils then flared at the smell of ink. He watched her carefully for a moment. "can she be... one of us?" he thought to himself. She was obviously very attractive, and spoke as if she was hiding something. Perhaps she was, or maybe she was just another pretty face, caught up in the slums who loved the feel of a needle. He decided to reveal himself to her anyway, the worst that would happen was that she'd scream and faint, and it wasn't as if he wasn't used to it. He reached his hand out for his drink, revealing his silky golden fur, and his sharp, black claws. He brought the glass underneath his hood, and drank from it quietly.
He leaned in towards her after he placed the glass down and whispered to her. "Your like me, aren't you...? Escaped from that awful place..." he hoped he was right, or else he might have a large fight on his hands in a short while.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:30 pm
Alekssander looked at the nightscape forlornly. He was quite enjoying the view when his stomach started rumbling. "Right. Haven't eaten in a few days." And with that, he swiftly jumped off of the building and landed on his feet on the ground. The building he was on was a bar, and he decided to walk in for a meal.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:22 am
Holly faintly heard the door ring when someone entered as she stared at the hooded figure with a mixture of feelings.
She'd heard about the ones who were infused with animal DNA, but she thought they all had failed. She was frightened a little because she remembered how they spoke of their great power, but she was also very relieved to finally meet another like her.
Holly nodded, removed her notepad from her apron and jotted down a note:
I'm number 307, psy-ops. You're the only one like yourself aren't you? I thought they all failed. Meet me behind the bar in an hour; I'll take a break then.
She smiled polietly to him, "Alright, just call me if you need anything."
Holly left Rei and walked over to the new customer, Alekssander.
"Hi, I'm Holly and I'll be your waitress this evening. What would you like? Just a drink or a meal? Pitchers are a dollar off for the next thirty minutes." She said kindly, but absentmindedly; her mind was on Rei.
((Psy-ops is the psycic department of the labs. After all, she can read feelings. ^_^))
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:36 am
Rei read the note, and stood from the bar. He folded the piece of paper and put it into his pocket. He then put a few coins on the table, equaling out to the cost of his drink. He then proceeded out the door to wait for an hour to pass.
Lucky enough there was a small clock on the building across the street. He waited, and to pass the time, he pulled out a small cigarette from his cloak. He lit it, and began to puff away slowly, the red glow slightly illuminating his face.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 1:50 pm
Alekssander gave Holly an interesting look. "Sorry, I don't drink. A meal will suffice." He quickly thought whether or not he would pay for the meal, but this decision was put off when he looked at Holly a second time. She looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't know from where. He might just have to kill her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:02 pm
"Alright, here's your menu, and I'll be back in a moment to take your order. Are you sure you wouldn't like anything to drink, not even water or milk?" She asked as she sat the menu down on the table in front of him, being forced to look at him.
She paused for a moment then pulled away and left the table, stepping behind the bar and tending to another customer.
((Should she reconize him?))
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