forum Dystopian Rp (Closed)

Started April 03, 2019 by @Lunar_Eclipse

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"What do you mean I came to you? Your the one that came to me. I didn't go searching for you." Storm corrected him, lowering his gun only a little.

"I was here first. Back in that little corner, sleeping, actually," he told him, pointing to the place his backpack was barely peeking out from behind a shelf. He didn't seem too perturbed that the guy had totally turned down his greeting, though he was still curious as to what his name was. "Do you have a name?"

Storm curiously peeked around a shelf to see where Jensen had been resting. He saw the bag and decided to believe him. Storm wrapped the strap on his gun around his shoulder and finished zipping up his backpack. "The name is Storm," He said swinging his backpack onto his back. "So you just want to talk, huh? Then lets walk and talk. Don't like staying in one place for too long. There is another small town a couple miles east from here and I intend to get there before dark."

Jensen looked mildly surprised, but agreed, quickly retrieving his own backpack and moving to follow Storm. "It's an interesting name. Thanks for not shooting me. That probably wouldn't have been pleasant." He slung the bag over his shoulder, not before pausing briefly to grab a few leftover water bottles on the shelf near the back and replacing them with empty ones. He grabbed an extra and tossed it at Storm, saying, "That'll probably help more than just some canned food."

Storm shrugged, "Not too crazy of a name. And no problem, probably would have just shot you in the leg if I did try and shoot." Storm caught the water bottle. "Thanks, didn't see those there." Storm tucked it away in a side pocket of his backpack. He walked out of the gas station into the sunlight. He looked at which direction the sun was going and figured out which way was east. He started to walk in that direction.

"Oh, well that would've been less painful," Jensen replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes with a faint, bemused smile on his face. "Not to mention I would've died anyways from being unable to move. But no problem. I can't really fit anymore in my bag anyways." He lapsed into silence for a moment, focused on walking, then asked, "So what did you do before, you know, the world ended?"

Storm laughed for the first time in which seemed to be months. He was happy to find someone with his same humor. "At least I wouldn't have to see you die," Storm grinned. Jensen's last question threw him off. His tone was no longer playful and his expression hardened. "I was just a normal kid. Blind to what the world was capable of." Storm left it at that, scared that if he spoke anymore he would break. "What about you?"

The older man bit his lip slightly, sensing Storm's obvious change in mood after laughing moments before. Guess the end of everything anyone knew was a bit of a touchy subject. Oops. "I was a journalist," he answered. "I wrote reviews of different places and followed the most interesting stories I could find. Which I guess doesn't matter all that much anymore, but asking questions is a bit of a habit I retained from it. Guess I should mention I'm twenty-seven. If we're going to be hanging around together for a while, it might be cool to get to know each other." Jensen shrugged.

"Oh, cool. Guess you were more productive than I was," Storm smiled returning to a more joyful mood. He shoved his hands into his pockets relaxing a bit more. "I'm twenty," Storm rose an eyebrow, "Well what do you want to know?"

"Eh, seven years kind of gives me an advantage, but I suppose so." At Storm's question he paused, debating on what he did want to know. "Hmm, what's your favorite color?"

"Wow…that's a little too deep. I don't want to go there." Storm teased him. "It's grey," he answered, "what about you? What's your favorite color?"

"You're totally right, forget I said anything," he jibed back, grinning at Storm's answer. "Well, I like that pinkish color—fuchsia. You know those trees? The bogenvelia? If you do, that's the kind of color I'm talking about. It's a tie between that and orange, to be honest," he explained, glancing around as if he'd suddenly see the trees he was talking about. He didn't, of course. "Wait, we should make this like a twenty-one questions kinda thing… In that case, you can go again, if you'd like."

"What do you mean by 'twenty-one questions?" he said giving Jensen a confused expression.

"Wait, for real?" Jensen almost stopped right in his tracks, a look of mock hurt on his face at the question. "You don't know twenty-one questions? Okay, so it's really simple—we take turns asking questions. So one would ask 'hey what's your favorite color', the other person would answer and follow up with their own question, etcetera. It's called twenty-one questions because you typically only ask up to twenty-one questions, but considering how much time we have, we could go beyond that or just stop whenever. And we can ask the same question or a different one, depending on what you want to know."

"Oh," Storm laughed, "Should have known….I mean its called Twenty-one questions. Okay…so whats your favorite animal?" He asked, continuing the game.

"Animal… Hmm… I think I'm going to go with ferret. I had a friend who had one, and it was the most adorable thing ever." Jensen didn't mention that both his friend and the ferret were probably dead now. "What kinds of music did you like the most?"

"Oh yeah, ferrets are enjoyable. Music…I remember loving the 80s 70s and 60s. Journey had to be my favorite. I grew up on oldies since my mom liked it," Storm smiled at the memory. "Okay, favorite hobby." This game started to make the world seem peaceful again, like all of his worries melted away.

Aza carefully patched the arm of her hoodie. It had ripped when she jumped from the fire escape last night, which admittedly wasn't the brightest idea. She snapped the thread with her teeth, stood and grabbed her backpack, and pulled her hood over her head. The dagger in her boot chafed against her ankle and she winced. She saw a gas station and quickened her pace. She was dangerously low on food for the last week.

(Im just gonna jump ahead so we can keep this rp going, hope thats okay…its slowly dying out and I'm sad)
As the sun hid behind the hills the skies were painted with beautiful vibrant colors of pinks and purples. Lewistown was in better condition than Storm expected. The buildings were rusting or were burned a bit, but it wasn't terrible. There was still a grocery store that had barely been touched along with an couple bars, houses, and shops. Storm kicked a pebble across the ground and thought of where the best place would be to camp. He decided on a small house next to the grocery store. "Lets camp there. I think camping in the grocery store would be risky. It's too full and will attract rouges and everyone else. We could be ambushed easily. If we camp in that building," Storm pointed to a house, "We are close enough to hear if anyone entered."

Name : Milly Haven
Age : 16
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Lesbian
Personality : Milly is extremely bubbly and loves to make friends, she's very against fighting and tries to make peace the best she can,she's quite kind and open to what others want to say, sometimes she takes things too seriously and is left trying to make up for it, caring, sweet, very helpful, wouldn't hurt a fly, did I mention she is the exact embodiment of a cinnamon roll? Really into romance and falling in love, very optimistic, when she gets scared, she freezes in place or passes out, gets sick at the sight of blood, tries the best she can to be a good person
Appearance : Quite short, standing at 5'0, she has extremely bouncy and fluffy light brown hair, gold sparkly eyes, pale skin tone with freckles dotting her entire body, thin pale lips, a natural happy glow about her, rarely wears makeup, tons of silver and blue bracelets,
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Background : N/A
Weapon(s) : Star shaped shurikens
Supplies : A large backpack, food, water, medical kit, bobby pins
Likes : Chocolate, the solar system, people, girls, having fun
Dislikes : Stereotypes, meat, pop
Tattoos/Markings/Scars : Star tattoo on left thigh and a small scar behind her ear
Pets : Small blue and green lizard named Fae
Talents : Being helpful, making friends, good aim
Flaws : Can't stay quiet, gets scared easily, too trusting

Milly heard a noise from outside the house she was in. She froze not knowing what to do then ran behind the counter waiting for them to either leave or enter, she readied her shurikens ready to throw.