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Day 1; "The First Wave"
November 17, 2020, at 1:50pm
The day seemed like any other usual Tuesday, those who went through routine went about their usual business; work, school, etc. Others of less predictability did what they felt the need to do at the time. A rare few found that they could do things that they couldn't even dream of before. But life must continue on, and so they progress with their day.
Then it happened…
An armies of orbs the color of blood rose from the edge of the distance and began plowing through the streets of the city. Those unlucky enough to be touched by them dropped to the ground in pain, spewing what looked like blood from every orifice on their face; a gruesome sight from those fortunate enough to witness. After minutes of hacking up red liquid and crying out in pain for help they all paused, then everyone looked up simultaneously, as if listening to orders given to them from the gods.
While people ran around screaming and running around in fear like maniacs, a certain few seemed to have a grip on their sanity and knew that they needed to get away, as if they were "prepared" for the event. While some did have trouble keeping from freaking out, they managed to get it through their heads. "You must survive. You must leave."
Letizia; Brooklyn; 1:55pm EST
The large hall was bathed in illuminating white glows of the lights as the sound of shuffling feet and props danced around the room. Mutters were drowned out by the constant calling of the photographer, one well known for his job, for a new pose or a slight shift. The room itself was buzzing with life from the crew members to the models themselves, with one model poised currently before the backdrop for the shot. The movement and livliness of the scene was broken with the resounding shatter of glass, the windows, with the entrance of red orbs that caught the attention of everyone. As if guided, the mysterious objects found themselves passing hauntingly through the bodies of the crew till people were lax, eyes lifeless and moves sluggish towards anyone who had yet to gather their wits and run.
Allistair; Brooklyn; 1:57pm EST
Inside a garage on private property, a man worked diligently on the forge. Motorized machinery sounded as he worked. The inside seemed peaceful, although the same cannot be said about the outside world, where orbs began turning everyone in sight into dreadful corrupted creatures. It was only when the people ran past screaming that the man noticed something was wrong. He found bloodied people scattered around the area staring up at nothing. He could tell something was wrong. Then they began walking. It was slow, but a few were starting towards his garage. As survivor tried to escape, some were not fast enough. The Corrupted would reach out and try to scratch as many people as they could, but once they were cut, the corrupted continued on.
Iris; Manhattan; 1:59pm EST
With great speed, a single red orb burst through a window of a building in Manhattan. It quickly stalked the many aisle of bookshelves passing through anyone it could find. It got through half of the store before abruptly pausing then retreated back through the window. Only a few were in the untouched part of the store, however, one would not define them as "lucky." After a few moments of looking at the ceiling, those corrupted by the orb locked on to the survivors and slowly began walking their way. They said nothing, didn't utter a single sound, they stared with lifeless eyes at their targets as they shuffled closer and closer. A few survivors tried to run towards the entrance, but one was tripped out of fear too close to a Corrupted being and was tackled, and bitten. Once. Then the corrupted stood back up and returned to walking towards the other survivors. The man cried out in pain as the bit mark that pierced the skin on his arm began gushing out blood. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran out as his screams in fear and pain faded in the distance.
Amory; Manhattan; 2:00pm EST
Located at a well renowned video game store in Manhattan, roamed several gamers. Several were sucked into the demo games set up around the shop, while others perused the many shelves of videogames. In the background, game reviews could be heard on the tvs, along with excited chatter about the latest games on sale. It was busy like it was every day, then a strange disturbance shattered through the glass doors. A few bloodied figures began prowling in like zombies, and the gamers reacted in quite a different way than the regular civilians. Some grabbed nearby replicas of swords and bats, some just threw up their fists, and they all began to fight back with battle cries. It was the very thing they prepared for, and the thought they could stand a chance. While they managed to beat down those few, several of them got cocky and charged outside to attack the rest, blinded with adrenaline and excitement that they are "living" in a live video game. They soon found out that it was very different in real life and were quickly overwhelmed. A few then trekked in the store to take care of the rest of the survivors.
Charlotte; Staten Island; 2:02pm EST
The street looked as if one from a tv show as children played in the front gardens of houses, a game played on the empty road as the occasional parent peered outside just to check with an amused grin on their faces. The sound of laughter dominated when one team had "scored" while there was the subtle sound of groaning from the other team, having lost a point again. One child stood to the side as they walked upon the pavement with a skip to their step, pink hood drawn up over blonde hair despite the sun as they continued on with a hum. Only when a sharp scream broke the general tone of the area did the kid notice and turned around. A red orb had already passed through a few of the children, some had run, while others were now caught by the corrupted where a deep slash was inflicted before they were abandoned. Parents flitted out, in terror, from their houses to see what was wrong, only be caught when hurrying to their corrupted child, others having luckily gotten to their child first and already bolted.
Asuka; Queens; 2:03pm EST
The orbs had made its way around most of Queens by now, and most of the inhabitants were either corrupted or fleeing for their life, except for a few who remained clueless about the disaster that plagued the area. Mainly those who remained inside unscathed buildings and homes didn't know about the blight happening outside. Corrupted beings marched the streets searching for those the orbs missed, waiting to turn them themselves. Houses were broken into and people were ambushed, but a certain house at the end of the road was left untouched until a few began their way towards it. Slowly.
Ethel; Manhatten; 2:05pm EST
A small but family owned tea shop was perched upon one of the mighty corners of Manhatten, sat squarely in the middle of the cities liveliness with a calm appearence in netural and soft toned colours upon its sign. The windows were wide and open, giving customers a chance to peer outside and watch the day go by in such a busy place, left to relax with one of the many flavours they served. Few customers were sat upon the delicately intricate chairs of the shop, with porcelain china settled before them but it just made the atmosphere of the shop floor calm, relaxing, breathable. Outside had begun to stir, not from the chaos of the bussiness men and women or the cars and busses that went by but by the fact red orbs seemed to line the streets as if strings of fireflies. They had long since begun to brush against the terrified mortals and leave chaos in its wake as the corrupted ones began to trek slowly through the streets, spreading further the corruption. The tea shop in its calm nature was last to be hit as an orb of glowing red slammed open the wooden door with a echoing slam, moving to the closest victim to corrupt before moving onto another, only then retreating to leave the corrupted to claim the staff, owner and the remaining elderly lady sat quietly in the corner with her tea.
Aimery; Brooklyn; 2:06pm EST
The park was not the safest place to be, especially in the most populated borough of New York city. It was open area and several corrupted began to move in formations, making it easier for them to attack despite their slow pace. It was behavior unlike those mentioned in books, movies and shows. They trailed in a V formation through large areas like the park, and when they broke off from the rest of the group they would travel in little groups. No corrupted being could be found alone.
"The First Wave." Millions of people were corrupted. Out of the 8,491,079 people in New York City, only around 3,000,000 survived throughout the entire city, and that number drops as time passes. Currently the Corrupted seem slow, and they do not pursue, however that could possibly change and time progresses…
*These are just introducing the setting your characters are during the "First Wave", when you post opening for your own characters you can write what they were doing before the wave, and how they react to what's going on.*
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Important Links
Signups
OoC
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Players
@Justin The Mad Prince
@Rax Rosetta
@Mischief
@Karakui
@Nicias Askani
@Aka~Kitsune
@Beat
@Crowley
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Characters
Arima
Charlotte
Ethel
Asuka
Iris
Aimery
Zion
Letizia
Jericho
Amory
Allistair
The day seemed like any other usual Tuesday, those who went through routine went about their usual business; work, school, etc. Others of less predictability did what they felt the need to do at the time. A rare few found that they could do things that they couldn't even dream of before. But life must continue on, and so they progress with their day.
Then it happened…
An armies of orbs the color of blood rose from the edge of the distance and began plowing through the streets of the city. Those unlucky enough to be touched by them dropped to the ground in pain, spewing what looked like blood from every orifice on their face; a gruesome sight from those fortunate enough to witness. After minutes of hacking up red liquid and crying out in pain for help they all paused, then everyone looked up simultaneously, as if listening to orders given to them from the gods.
While people ran around screaming and running around in fear like maniacs, a certain few seemed to have a grip on their sanity and knew that they needed to get away, as if they were "prepared" for the event. While some did have trouble keeping from freaking out, they managed to get it through their heads. "You must survive. You must leave."
Letizia; Brooklyn; 1:55pm EST
The large hall was bathed in illuminating white glows of the lights as the sound of shuffling feet and props danced around the room. Mutters were drowned out by the constant calling of the photographer, one well known for his job, for a new pose or a slight shift. The room itself was buzzing with life from the crew members to the models themselves, with one model poised currently before the backdrop for the shot. The movement and livliness of the scene was broken with the resounding shatter of glass, the windows, with the entrance of red orbs that caught the attention of everyone. As if guided, the mysterious objects found themselves passing hauntingly through the bodies of the crew till people were lax, eyes lifeless and moves sluggish towards anyone who had yet to gather their wits and run.
Allistair; Brooklyn; 1:57pm EST
Inside a garage on private property, a man worked diligently on the forge. Motorized machinery sounded as he worked. The inside seemed peaceful, although the same cannot be said about the outside world, where orbs began turning everyone in sight into dreadful corrupted creatures. It was only when the people ran past screaming that the man noticed something was wrong. He found bloodied people scattered around the area staring up at nothing. He could tell something was wrong. Then they began walking. It was slow, but a few were starting towards his garage. As survivor tried to escape, some were not fast enough. The Corrupted would reach out and try to scratch as many people as they could, but once they were cut, the corrupted continued on.
Iris; Manhattan; 1:59pm EST
With great speed, a single red orb burst through a window of a building in Manhattan. It quickly stalked the many aisle of bookshelves passing through anyone it could find. It got through half of the store before abruptly pausing then retreated back through the window. Only a few were in the untouched part of the store, however, one would not define them as "lucky." After a few moments of looking at the ceiling, those corrupted by the orb locked on to the survivors and slowly began walking their way. They said nothing, didn't utter a single sound, they stared with lifeless eyes at their targets as they shuffled closer and closer. A few survivors tried to run towards the entrance, but one was tripped out of fear too close to a Corrupted being and was tackled, and bitten. Once. Then the corrupted stood back up and returned to walking towards the other survivors. The man cried out in pain as the bit mark that pierced the skin on his arm began gushing out blood. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran out as his screams in fear and pain faded in the distance.
Amory; Manhattan; 2:00pm EST
Located at a well renowned video game store in Manhattan, roamed several gamers. Several were sucked into the demo games set up around the shop, while others perused the many shelves of videogames. In the background, game reviews could be heard on the tvs, along with excited chatter about the latest games on sale. It was busy like it was every day, then a strange disturbance shattered through the glass doors. A few bloodied figures began prowling in like zombies, and the gamers reacted in quite a different way than the regular civilians. Some grabbed nearby replicas of swords and bats, some just threw up their fists, and they all began to fight back with battle cries. It was the very thing they prepared for, and the thought they could stand a chance. While they managed to beat down those few, several of them got cocky and charged outside to attack the rest, blinded with adrenaline and excitement that they are "living" in a live video game. They soon found out that it was very different in real life and were quickly overwhelmed. A few then trekked in the store to take care of the rest of the survivors.
Charlotte; Staten Island; 2:02pm EST
The street looked as if one from a tv show as children played in the front gardens of houses, a game played on the empty road as the occasional parent peered outside just to check with an amused grin on their faces. The sound of laughter dominated when one team had "scored" while there was the subtle sound of groaning from the other team, having lost a point again. One child stood to the side as they walked upon the pavement with a skip to their step, pink hood drawn up over blonde hair despite the sun as they continued on with a hum. Only when a sharp scream broke the general tone of the area did the kid notice and turned around. A red orb had already passed through a few of the children, some had run, while others were now caught by the corrupted where a deep slash was inflicted before they were abandoned. Parents flitted out, in terror, from their houses to see what was wrong, only be caught when hurrying to their corrupted child, others having luckily gotten to their child first and already bolted.
Asuka; Queens; 2:03pm EST
The orbs had made its way around most of Queens by now, and most of the inhabitants were either corrupted or fleeing for their life, except for a few who remained clueless about the disaster that plagued the area. Mainly those who remained inside unscathed buildings and homes didn't know about the blight happening outside. Corrupted beings marched the streets searching for those the orbs missed, waiting to turn them themselves. Houses were broken into and people were ambushed, but a certain house at the end of the road was left untouched until a few began their way towards it. Slowly.
Ethel; Manhatten; 2:05pm EST
A small but family owned tea shop was perched upon one of the mighty corners of Manhatten, sat squarely in the middle of the cities liveliness with a calm appearence in netural and soft toned colours upon its sign. The windows were wide and open, giving customers a chance to peer outside and watch the day go by in such a busy place, left to relax with one of the many flavours they served. Few customers were sat upon the delicately intricate chairs of the shop, with porcelain china settled before them but it just made the atmosphere of the shop floor calm, relaxing, breathable. Outside had begun to stir, not from the chaos of the bussiness men and women or the cars and busses that went by but by the fact red orbs seemed to line the streets as if strings of fireflies. They had long since begun to brush against the terrified mortals and leave chaos in its wake as the corrupted ones began to trek slowly through the streets, spreading further the corruption. The tea shop in its calm nature was last to be hit as an orb of glowing red slammed open the wooden door with a echoing slam, moving to the closest victim to corrupt before moving onto another, only then retreating to leave the corrupted to claim the staff, owner and the remaining elderly lady sat quietly in the corner with her tea.
Aimery; Brooklyn; 2:06pm EST
The park was not the safest place to be, especially in the most populated borough of New York city. It was open area and several corrupted began to move in formations, making it easier for them to attack despite their slow pace. It was behavior unlike those mentioned in books, movies and shows. They trailed in a V formation through large areas like the park, and when they broke off from the rest of the group they would travel in little groups. No corrupted being could be found alone.
"The First Wave." Millions of people were corrupted. Out of the 8,491,079 people in New York City, only around 3,000,000 survived throughout the entire city, and that number drops as time passes. Currently the Corrupted seem slow, and they do not pursue, however that could possibly change and time progresses…
*These are just introducing the setting your characters are during the "First Wave", when you post opening for your own characters you can write what they were doing before the wave, and how they react to what's going on.*
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Important Links
Signups
OoC
---
Players
@Justin The Mad Prince
@Rax Rosetta
@Mischief
@Karakui
@Nicias Askani
@Aka~Kitsune
@Beat
@Crowley
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Characters
Arima
Charlotte
Ethel
Asuka
Iris
Aimery
Zion
Letizia
Jericho
Amory
Allistair