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Kor314
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Jul 17, 2015 02:51PM
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I don't know. I usually do romances and I prefer to rp as a girl.
ok, that is fine, um, want to do a Dystopian thing??
Um...I can try...I've never done one of those... lol!
haha. Did you want to do anything else?
I have many ideas that I have used before but I'm always open to different ones. :)
Ok, maybe we can combine one of my dystopian ideas to one of your ideas??
Alight. I have like bff romance or a outcast and a jock romance.
wanna do the jock romance thing?
The jock and outcast one? Alright. So is it in like a zombie thing or something or other?
um, not really. I dont know exactly, hehe
Lol! Or a war that killed many people and food started to diminish and people are starting to fight for the food?
yeah?? How about that!! haha. you make character 1st? I might not be able to tonight
Ok. I may or may not be able to tonight. Trust me I make crappy characters. I am usually busy. What do you want as ages? Teens?
um, late teens and early 20s? like from 17-21?? Oh, and that is fine, I think my characters are crappy as wellOh, and for the detail on the chracter sheets, we should make it so its name, age, appearance, and personality.
Ok! That's what I usually do. PS, my character will be either 17 or 18.
kk, same here
Ok. I haven't started on my character yet but I will in a minute or something.
I will be out of town this week, so I won't be able to RP at all...
Haha I do too!! But while I am away, try and make your character..,
Name: Kyra Nickname: Ky
Age: 17
Personality: Before the war and outage of food she was sweet and shy. Kyra did know how to hunt and enjoyed it. She was taught by her eldest brother how to defend herself, hide, and use weapons. Her family died in the war. Now she uses all her techniques and abilities. She stays hidden and doesn't speak too much.
Appearance: http://wallpaperology.com/zombie/7350...
(Blonde hair, blue eyes, and very short.)
((Thanks! Can't wait to see yours!!!))
((kk, will be posted soon))
Name: Aaron DawsonAge: 18
Appearance:
Personality: Aaron is an outgoing person, who loves to be social, and around people. He is just a nice and kind person, that is just someone you would love to be around. Despite all of the things that has been going on, he just always seems to see the bright side of things. Even though he may not be very handy with a weapon, he is great at inventing things, though a lot of the times, they just end up blowing up in his face. Just a great person in general. Very caring, and helpful.
((I love it! I just have one request. I can't see the picture on my iPod. Can you post the link to the picture please?))
((yeah, ok! https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BkcV5kkCY... here it is! Oh, and where do you want to start?))
((Thanks!!! Um....I am not sure....Maybe an abandoned house?))
((Hmm, ok that is cool. I wont be on much longer though tonight. Oh! How about they meet when they try to take the same food, and fight for it?))
((Oh!! Good idea!! Do you want me to start?))
((Yeah, that would be great!))
Kyra climbed in a window of an old rundown gas station. She pulled out one of her machetes from her back. She looked around for danger and food. She started wearing tighter clothes since the war. She has many weapons hidden in her clothes. Her small frame makes it easy to hide and sneak around.
Aaron just stared at the building, waiting for something to happen that would work as an excuse to leave. He really was not the kind of person to do things like this - sneaking and fighting for food. Against his better judgement, he just decided to go in the building. He opened the front door, which was a bad idea on the first part, and saw the girl looking around for food. Aaron quickly closed the door quietly, and breathed heavily. Here was the chance he was looking for, to see if his inventions acutally looked, but there was one thing stopping him. He did not want to do this. Just as he was about to leave, he realized that he was leaning on the door to hard, just before he fell into the room, making a loud crash. He cursed himself for being so ignorant.
Kyra whipped around to see the boy laying in the shattered glass. She took this chance to get him away from the food. She ran up to where he was and placed the blade tip on his throat adding a little pressure but not enough to cut him. "This is my food." She hissed though her teeth. She never really acted that way but she was hungry and the loud noise could have told other people there was food near. She had foot on his chest and was leaning down. ((Sorry if she isn't timid currently. I felt like making her tougher at first then she will go back to timid. The hunger!!!!! Lol!!! PS I thought He was laying in the glass. Like he fell though....?))
((Yeah, that is fine. I could work with that.))Aaron groaned as he felt the cold and sharp metal of the blade against his neck, and the girls voice. He knew that he was either going to die, or get at least seriously hurt from trying to get the food that was on his chest and get away. "Ok, ok. I understand, I will just leave and-" as soon as Aaron said and, he quickly reached into his pocket, grabbing out three metal orb turns, and flew them up in the air. They where'd to life, and started to attack the girl, who screamed and tried to get them off. Aaron grabbed the food, and whooped for joy that his invention actually worked, when he stopped hearing her scream. There lay the orbs, broken on the ground. He ran.
Kyra was surprised when those things started to attack. She managed to break them between her screams hopping that would slow the things. She stood in the shadows catching her breath before running after him. Her brother would call her weak if she didn't get the food that was hers. She pulled out one of her small throwing knives and threw it at him hitting him in the arm. It was a small knife that wouldn't do much damage but it will hurt like hell.
Aaron grunted and looked at his arm to see what the heck had hit him. He saw it was a small throwing knife, and he ui key pulled it out, and threw it back, not expecting it to hit anyone, but he smiled in joy as he heard a scream of surprise come from behind him. He checked his pockets for any more inventions, but he realized that he wasn't expedition someone so he only brought those three. Getting tired, he stopped and turned around, his arms in the air. "I give up!" He yelle court into the air.
Kyra screamed in surprise when the knife hit her leg. She watched him turn around and pulled the knife out of her leg with no reaction. "How do I know you that you actually give up?" She hissed before wiping off the blade. She put pressure on her slightly bleeding wound. She used her other hand to put the blade back.
Aaron just stared at her with a face that said, really? "Well, because I don't have any more weapons after you basically killed my inventions, so, yeah." He told her. He really didn't know what else to say. "Ok. I have an idea. How about, we work together? We could be pretty good. You are a good aim, and I make/invent stiff, and we could work?" Aaron asked her, hoping she would say yes. He needed some to protect him, because, well, he sucked at fighting.
She thought about it for a minute. She tried to figure out what her brother might do. 'Always travel in small groups.' He said before he was drafted into war. "Fine." Kyra growled. "I live nearby in my old house." She said. The house was full of weapons and it also had a few live chickens. She kept the chickens alive for the eggs.
Aaron was so grateful that she agreed. He well knew that if she decided not to agree, he could have very well died right there, and maybe even been eaten. There were a few people who had resorted to cannibalism. "Ok, great. How close is it? I need to get some things at my place, like, everything. Or, depending on how close it is to my place, can just stay there, but we could still work together," he told her as he picked up the bag of food, and walked closer to her. "Oh, and I never introduced my self. I'm Aaron," he said
"My house is only a few miles out of here. And I am not staying at your house." She said stubbornly. She lived her whole life in her house and it is clean. It has a safe bunker and water and chickens. "I'm Kyra." She greeted. "Now let's get going to you house before we get killed." She said before waiting for him to lead the way. She wanted to get going and also patch up their wounds.
"Ok, well, first of all, I wasn't inviting you to love at my house. I barely know you, and that would just be stupid. Oh, just lie, the thing you did and invited me to stay with you. Yeah. Stupid." Aaron snapped. He wasn't always this angry, or rude even, but this girl, kyra, was just annoying him so much. "Ok, let's go." He rudely stated as he started to walk towards the direction of his house, and not waiting for her at one point the entire time. it took an hour or so, but they finally got to Aaron's house. "Well, here we are." He told her. Now, what he forgot to mention was, that his house was huge, and he basically lived in that part of the city where everyone is rich enough to get their own food.
Kyra shrunk away slightly when he started to get angry. "Sorry." She mumbled. She was silent the whole way there. "We need to move all the stuff from here? That won't work. I live in a small house!" She rambled on quietly. She was rubbing her thumb across one of the dog tags on her necklace. It was her brother's dog tag. Her brother also made one for her. She rubbed her thumb across it when she was nervous, scared, and or thinking.
