Hi hell grettings, its ya girl Alex. I'm kinda craving chaos?
I probably won't be pertisapating in this Rp. But I just thought it'd be fun to watch it unfold.
Rules- (ik. Ew.)
-play nice with the other kids. ;)
-no slurs
-put warnings if ya decide to be super gory.
-more then two sentences
-no Op
you will be RPing as yourself.
Example- I ran as fast as I could. The sounds of the alarms still blaring in my ears- I gasped in pain as I was hit in the back of the head- that kimda jazz.
No template cuz imma lazy. Don't ask to join just hop on in.
If y'all need me, all ya gotta do is summon me.
And um. Yeah have fun.
Here's y'alls starter.
An alarm blared. You knew right away. The purge. There had been a roomer, and oh how you wish it'd been nothing but that.
"Attention all US citizens. For the next 24 hours all crime is legal. All weapons below S class are authorized. (Idk how the ting goes) good luck." With that the Alarms stopped. Leaving nothing more then an eire quiet. "good luck." what a cruel joke thise words would seem to be.
I didn't have time for this. But like I'd been told- Don't hesitate, safety comes with speed. I slammed down the accelerator, turning onto a side road and going about two miles. The safe house was close, I could make it if I was lucky. I parked the car, grabbed my backpack and ran.
I sat on the safe house's tower, well, not a safe house, but a boat in a museum that no one ever went to. I was currently perched on the boat's crows nest, preparing my poisons and loading my gun, I also had a wickedly sharp dagger at my side in its own sheath. I smiled eerily, this will be fun.
I wasn't ready. I never was. Luckily, I was able to run. I sprinted into the nearest bunker: my cellar. I closed the door and locked it. What do I have prepared? I asked myself. Food, water, and a few guns. I was screwed royally. I reinforced the lock on the door by welding metal plates to the door and the wood supporters, praying that it would stay. I got myself ready to stay here for a day. I would probably have to go out at some point.
(Imma join this)
This was going to be fun. A whole day of doing whatever I wanted? Amazing. My guns were already slung over my shoulder and in their holsters on my hips, ready for whatever I decided to do with my twenty-four hours. I knew most of my friends would be hiding away like chickens, I wasn't going to be like them though. My long brown hair was back in a braid and I was ready for action.
(whats up)
One. DON'T STAY IN THE HOUSE.
Two. DON'T PURGE.
Three. RUN. RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN
I shook my soft, white hair (I had just taken a shower) and stepped carefully out onto my back porch. It really was inconvenient for the purge to be happening now. My crush had just sent me a note yesterday ("Hey, cutie-boy, Bridge! Love your hair!") and I didn't want to deal with both catastrophic things at once.
I grabbed my bike and pedaled like a madman. I was going to the only place where I knew I would be completely, 100%, absolutely untouchable - my local 7-11.
I was absolutely certain that this would be the best moment of my life. I had been dreaming of something like this happening since I could dream, and now it was really happening.
Walking into the 7-11, Alvaro was sitting at the counter, smoking a cigarette. I hated them, but you can't stop a butch 7-11 cashier. "Hey, Bridge." He said nonchalantly. "You do look like a ten year old, even with the Purge going on."
"I'm fourteen." I retorted. "A girl called me cute yesterday." I got a pack of gum from the shelf and started chewing some, plopping down a spare quarter on the counter. "So are you gonna purge, or what?"
I went outside. The streets were empty. Guess no one wants to commit crime. Huh. Am I rally the only one?
"Nah." Alvaro said. "I figure I'm just gonna chill behind this counter. Let people take what they need. You said it yourself, I'm a butch, latino, 7-11 cashier. No one is gonna get past me, guns or not. Have a seat." With that he sat down behind the counter and pulled out his phone for some fortnite.
"Thanks, Alvaro." I walked behind the counter and realized that a new colony of small, black freckles were creeping up my arms. It happened sometimes in summer - another genetic mistake, along with the hair.
I turned around to check if I had left anything behind before setting the last trap in the doorway of my house and stepping outside. "Where to first.." I asked myself, going to grab my bike, a bright red mountain bike -which I thought quite cool. Soon, I was pedaling down the street, looking for anyone stupid to leave their car out of sight so I could 'borrow' it for the day.
Alvaro and I sat there for a while, me chewing and popping gum, and alvaro popping guns in fortnite. Eventually I decided to get up.
"I'm gonna go get some ice from the bin outside, okay? I'll be right back." I said.
Alvaro looked up briefly. "Careful, kid."
(are we shipping?)
(Idk)
I walked into the store and looked around. So many things to permanently borrow!
I got some ice from out back and headed back in, the screen store slamming shut behind me. I wasn't halfway back to the desk when I spied a pair of feet from under a carton of Dorito's.
They weren't Alvaro's.
I froze, not moving or speaking…although they must have heard the back door?
I turned. So there were some people here. I didn't see anyone, though. I clutched my knife in my pocket, but pretended not to notice the person.
(I say sure)
Eventually, after pedaling around like a madwoman, I had searched my whole neighborhood. Nothing. The neighborhood was completely quiet, which was surprising. I sighed and shrugged, spinning my bike around to head back home and take my car out, a choice I knew I would probably regret.
The intruder didn't move, so I took one step forward, imminently shutting my eyes and awaiting certain death. But nothing came, so I took another step forward, and another, the ice clinking in the bag. There was a wide open space before I could reach the counter, though. What to do?
"Don't kill me," I called out. Stupid!
(anyone want to ship with bridge boy?)
(Sure, I guess?)
I snorted. It was a guy about my age. "I wasn't going to, but with that performance, I'm not so sure anymore.After all, it is legal."
(okayy you don't have to if you don't want to tho)
"Okay, well, hear me out, I'm a genetic defect and thus special, so please don't." I put one foot into view, hesitating, waiting for the shot. Or stab. Or whatever.
(It doesn't really matter to me.)
I grinned at him, revealing two crooked teeth that gave me the nickname "Vampire" at school. "I dunno," I said, pretending to consider. "I think I should."
"Oh, no. Uh, please don't. Hm. Uh. Um. Don't." I stuttered, backing away and running my black-freckled hand through my white hair, a nervous habit. "See? Genetic defect. A girl called me cute yesterday and if no one else is gonna like me then I gotta get back to her sooo…"
I smirked slightly. "Well, don't let me keep you. I'm just gonna look at knives and fire stuff." I walked away, my short 5'2'' figure soon fading from sight among the tall shelves.
"Hm. Okay." I stood, frozen, and as soon as she was out of sight I leaped behind the counter with the ice bag.
"I told you to be careful, kid!" Alvaro hissed, grabbing my arm.
"Alvaro, I didn't know there was gonna be a murder purge girl in the store we gotta go dude she knows I'm here!" I rushed, breathing heavily.
"No, Bridge, we're staying, but-"
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo-" I interrupted. "Alvaro, she has knives."
He flexed. "Butch latino. Go introduce yourself while you're at it."
I stared at the knives, a grin on my face, before breaking the glass and grabbing a few.
