A Drowned Paradise
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Thread Topic: A Drowned Paradise
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Name: Olivia Copperman
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Caucasian-American
Hair: Natural a straight dirty blonde set of waist-long locks, but dyed a dark purple.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 105 lbs
Face: Large blue eyes and a thick smile set on a circular, light-brown face and a small, straight nose with few other features.
Figure: Slim, thick thighs, thin neck, small muscles.
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Keno Joyous NewbieThat's fine.
Multiple characters are allowed, but more than two are discouraged. If you can keep up with them, go for it.
I'm ready. IHLAOY? Leah? -
Yea, start at any time.
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You've got the call from me, boss.
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Keno Joyous Newbie(Great.)
(The order will be Me -> IHLAOY -> Leah Fae.
Alexander woke with a start. Quickly prompting his arms behind his back, he tried to sit straight up, to examine the strange sound. Quickly shaking his head to regain his senses, he could catch a glimpse of a starry night littered with various forms of gassy fireworks.
Lightly smacking the side of his head with his pale palm, his ears popped and his eyes awoke. He didn't quite know why, but he always seemed to perk right up at the slight of pain. The large bed's thick blue covers rolled to the side as he kicked his long legs forward, then rotated himself to the right. He stood up, stretching and grasping his left arm as his spine seemed to extend.
Coming closer to the previous window, he could tell the fireworks weren't quite fireworks. Come to think, it wasn't the 4th or the 1st either. He scratched his head from confusion, a slightly dazed look flitting his face. Wait... The fireworks gave off a very distinguishable smoke and had a higher-than-usual climb rate.
Those weren't fireworks... Those were flares.
His confusion mixed with slight hysteria as he scrambled to figure out what was going on. With all the jumbo on the news and all the ruckus on the borders, he couldn't help but have a deep sense of fear. He pulled his desert-camo work boots stored from below his bed, then sat back on the bed to fit them on his feet.
He stood up once again and jogged out of the room, and slowly picked up speed through-out his house. He opened the frontal door exiting his house and the sky was no longer starry -- rather it was a huge bubble of smoke, screams and neon lights. "What the hell's going on?" He asked himself. Looking left-to-right across the street like a child taking his mother's advice to heart, he could see a far-off stampede of terrified people rushing from the border.
Something bad was happening. -
The computer screen glowed a deep green into the dark room as Finn's fingers flew across the keyboard. She hated working late, but she was also smart enough to realize that years of doing so had made her work better once the sun had set. Of course, her previous job hadn't included computers, save for one specific time, so being paid to sit on her ass and rest her feet up was basically a dream job.
Finishing up, Finn pointed two fingers at her head and mimicked a gunshot before standing up. As it turns out, her dream job wasn't half as interesting as her last job though. It was a wonder other people didn't kill themselves out of boredom. Finn certainly wanted to.
Stretching her back and releasing a sigh, Finn lumbered towards the door. The doorknob was cold under her hand, but that was expected. A cold breeze hit her as she stepped outside, taking the time to lock the door behind her. She still couldn't believe they trusted her with the keys. Her, of all people.
The night sky was obscured by smoke and fire. Finn shrugged, and set off down the street. Probably one of the private resorts doing their own fireworks show. Rich pricks. -
Olivia, nearing her own room, stopped the movement of her feet as dozens of pitchful screams echoed across the streets. She was still very sleepy so she passed it on as another gimmick by the obnoxious kids down the street. She continued toward her bed but the screams didn't stop. By a minute in she heard a giant creaking sound, and then a snap. By now she was slightly scared of what lay out there but she decided to find out, before awaking her parents.
She left her room and traversed the small house, which was quite an ease and rolled up the blinds of one of the windows in their living room. The sky was alit the giant smoke-puff and small explosions. With the screams, the thick fog and that dreadful snapping sound, she rushed to her parent's bedroom, already yelling for them to awake. -
Keno Joyous Newbie(Sorry I fluked guys)
Alexander stepped right in front of his door. With all the hysteria about the underwater mounds and tsunamis, retreating back into his home sounded like a shivering idea. As such, he quickly dashed into the 2-story building and raced around for his bathroom. In a blur of movements he was at his destination, crouched under and lifted one of the heavy white tiles that concealed a pistol with plenty of ammo.
Stocking it into his new-found sheathe, he side-stepped out of the bathroom, picking up a solitary knife along the way, this was going to be a bad sight. As he popped through his exiting door, he seen the terrified stampede ever-so-closer, merely 60 meters away. The colorful sky was now littered by colored helicopters like polka dots, and the only safe destination he could think of was away.
He turned around, closed his home door and lightly laid his lips upon the building. "I'll miss you." He lightly whimpered, a depressive grimace marking his face.
Turning back to the stampede, he followed along with running away from whatever the hell it was. But by now, he could already hear great creaks and crumbles like a mountain being shot with missiles. If he didn't hurry, he'd be left to die. Breaking into a sprint, he stream-lined past, hoping to get as far away from the point of no return as possible. -
A cacophony of caveman-like grunts and shouts filled Finn's ears as she walked home; a constant chorus of 'ooga ooga ooga chucka.' In response, Finn sang along loudly into the smokey night sky.
"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me.
Girl, you just don't realize, what you do to me.
When you hold, in your arms so tight,
You let me know, everything's all right."
The shouts stopped as the chorus ended, and Finn threw her arms into the air, "Ah'm hooked on a feeling!"
Stopping at the door of the cheap motel she lived in, Finn swallowed as she searched around for her keys before slipping them into the lock. The motel looked worse than ever. There were even burning cars lyign upside down in the parking lot. Finn made a mental note to find a place in a better neighborhood. A quick twist was met with a obvious click, and Finn pushed the door open.
Or tried to, as something on the other side kept it shut. Slipping her earpods out, Finn knocked on the door. "Hey mate, I think you know by now I don't have anything valuable, so unbarricade the door and lemme in. I have work tomorrow." -
Keno Joyous Newbie(*Intense coughing*)
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Keno Joyous Newbie(f--- it, I'll skip Leah for now.)
Alexander rushed past the long row of beautifully-made houses, all fit with lush inner living fancies and glass panels. He shuddered for a moment at the fact they'd all like be reduced to rubble. Sooner than he realized, his lungs were repressive for air, bent on his knees and he felt as if he was about to chock up a mini-boulder.
"Jesus Christ, I thought I was fit..." he muttered under his breath, cursing his lack of aerobic tools. He brushed his shins off, followed by his thighs and finally his sides. A small, growing smirk on his face was dissipated by the realization something was happening right behind him.
Turning around, he gawked in terrified amazement at multiple buildings nearing the border seemed to bend, bend... Bend... And bend even more towards the water until they were out of sight. "No... Please no..." He hoped, a worried grimace apparent. -
Finn wasn't a patient person. She tried to be, as being a patient person seemed to be an important part of working during daylight hours, but her habits were set in stone that she was only know finally getting time to chip away. After a minute passed and the door remained closed, Finn summoned up her Irish heritage, and delivered a heavy boot directly into the middle of the door.
It shuddered, and slammed open as the other boot rushed to its brother's defense.
Unsurprisingly, everything seemed to be the way Finn had left it. After all, it wasn't like she had anything valuable to steal. Unless someone wanted four bottles of wine, two bottles of scotch, twelve bottles of fortified spirits and a can of gasoline, any thief was going to be greatly disappointed. Closing the door behind herself, Finn grabbed a random aforementioned bottle, popped the top off, and took a deep drink. It burned going down. Her s---ty T.V. from 1980 was tuned to the local news station. Finn hated the news.
Moving over to the knob, Finn tried to change the channel. There was news on the next one as well. And the next one. It wasn't until Finn gave up that she started to pay attention to what the anchorman was saying.
Images of riots, fires, explosions, fights and crime flashed across the screen as Finn drunk. The bottle was quickly finished. Finn thought better with a bottle in her hand. After all, her old habits were set in stone.
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