forum Rooftops RP {Dystopian Utopia} (OPEN)

Started December 14, 2018 by @ShadeStar

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The INK concept is still a bit cloudy to me, so if I made a mistake in that area I'll fix it.))

Mar crosses her arms. “Yeah, the first day Can be hard. Do I need to leave?”

Chrysi sighed, "We've got two gentlemen in this room and one of them has just woken up. I would rather not get them more overwhelmed then they already are."

"Alright. I'll be outside, right there." Gail gestured to a small covered area over to the left.

Thanks! I'll fix that bit.))

"Yeah, I'm glad neither of you are going after them," Chrysi sighed, "Can you two be on guard duty in case anyone does try to come in?"

Okay, I fixed the ability area. I'll find a way to throw him in soon))

Gail nodded and sat down.

Mar did a fistpump, and then sat down next to Gail. “So, new here huh? Got any cool stories?” Her tail flicked back and forth slowly.

Chrysi walked back in and looked to Dragon, "Dragon's not a name. You'll have to come up with something better than that."
"But it's my name," he said with slight defiance.
"No, it's what they've called you."

A couple more questions before I do start, what type of building is the HQ and what type of street would it be on? I don't wanna get everything horribly wrong in my first post.))

Alright then, I'll try to have my first post up soon!))

Mar did a fistpump, and then sat down next to Gail. “So, new here huh? Got any cool stories?” Her tail flicked back and forth slowly.

Gail shrugged "I left home at 17 and stayed on the streets until I was 18. I refuse to let anyone k ow my true name so people 'round here call me either Gail or Storm." Gail replied

Mar nodded. “Thats’ hardcore. But you don’t have to worry, you can stay here if you want.” She tried her best to smile in a friendly way.

Gail nodded and smiled "i appreciate that love."

Mar grinned. “happy to help”

Holding a tall, black lidded cup by the rim in one hand, Sariel made his way down the gradually emptying sidewalks. Despite living in the area for three full years, he had never paid any attention to the stores that were tucked beside each other on either side of the street. Everywhere there were shiny posters advertising different new and improved gene splicing techniques. Most of which showed the decorated areas of those who were INKed with large paragraphs underneath, which he could only assume were a bunch of disclaimers telling how it wasn't guaranteed.
We honestly would've been better off without these things. He thought, glancing down as coffee splashed out of an opening at the top of his cup and onto the sidewalk -which the people walking behind him narrowly avoided-. After a few minutes more of walking, Sariel had ended up in an area with virtually no other people, though there were tall buildings flanking the streets. He stopped and looked at one of the street signs. This is close to that crappy old apartment my parents had.