forum The 5th Wave Rp...OCs only (Open)

Started May 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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Charlotte heard the girl behind her, thinking she recognised the voice. Without turning away, she clled over her shoulder: "It's Victoria, isn't it?"

Victoria nodded wordlessly, and then, realizing that it was dark, said in her usual tone, “Yep. And you’re….” Um… Carys…. no….. Charlotte! “Charlotte, right?”

Corban looks wildly about, then back up to the plane. "I don't think it's going to this street…maybe the next few over. But we've gotta' warn people." He looks back to the dark house and then back to his group. "Guys, we need to split up and go warn everyone on the next few streets, now. The pilot is going to lose total control at any moment."

"Yeah, it is," Charlotte said to Victoria, then turned to face Corban. "You're right. I'll take the far side." She wrung her hands together nervously, turning the words over in her head. "Ma'am, there's a plane falling out of the sky and everyone's got to leave. Here goes." She started off down the street but stopped a moment to ask the others:
"Meet back here when we're done?"

“Yeah,” Victoria said, already running towards the middle section. “If we’re all still alive.”

Corban shouts in the affirmative and dashes down the street, turning onto another block. He's almost instantly out of breath from the fear combined with a spur-of-the-moment run, but he pushes himself to not stop until he reaches the end of this street. Upon the first house he reaches he sees faintly sees several people in the front yard.

"Hey, get out of here. Look!" His words are disjointed, but the people, probably already looking at the descending plane, scatter, some getting away, others joining in on helping Corban clear the street.

Victoria ran down the street, yelling about the plane. She picked up small children whose mothers or fathers couln’t carry and ran them out of the impact zone, always coming back for another.

Charlotte takes off down the street, slowing down only once she reaches the truly residential area. "Winona Drive! Adults come out into the street!" She moved along the street, yelling as she went. Once enough people were in her field of vision, she pointed up at the sky. The reaction was imminent.

Victoria stood at the end of the street, glancing around frantically. The street was deserted— everyone was standing out of range of the plane, clutching loved ones and belongings.

Corban glances up just as the plane tilts to one side, losing several hundred feet of altitude in the movement. He hears a scream from the fleeing people, and runs in that direction. He and others had banged on each and every front door. Only one hadn't been opened, and that had been one with no vehicles in the parking lot. Praying that the house is actually empty, Corban stands among the people a far distance from the cleared streets as the plane free falls.

People started running in every direction, knocking kids over and screaming over top one another. Charlotte climbed up onto a bin and screamed at them:
"EVERYONE STAND STILL!" She repeated this until everyone went quiet. "You don't know me, I know, but I trust you can tell there is an imminent danger. Everyone who can, take as many people as possible and drive out of the plane's range. Those who have no cars, stay behind and we'll figure something out."
To her immense surprise, everyone listened. People started moving out, and before long the crowd was half gone. All that were left were younger couples, kids, babysitters with toddlers and older people. Charlotte examined the group.
"OK, I guess all of you don't have a car?" A murmur of assent. She paused to think, and looked back up the street where she could see Victoria's group gathered. She looked back at her own group; it wasn't very big.
"We're going to meet up with the group over there. Follow." She stepped down from the bin and they all headed over to Victoria. "How's it going?"

[I'm out. I won't be back until Friday, but feel free to continue (I worked ahead on school because it's my birthday tomorrow, and the only time I'm near a computer is when I do my classes). God bless!]

//hey @Amber, I think you meant Charlotte… my character is Victoria

ah yes indeed I meant Charlotte, sorry :)

//lol no worries

People started running in every direction, knocking kids over and screaming over top one another. Charlotte climbed up onto a bin and screamed at them:
"EVERYONE STAND STILL!" She repeated this until everyone went quiet. "You don't know me, I know, but I trust you can tell there is an imminent danger. Everyone who can, take as many people as possible and drive out of the plane's range. Those who have no cars, stay behind and we'll figure something out."
To her immense surprise, everyone listened. People started moving out, and before long the crowd was half gone. All that were left were younger couples, kids, babysitters with toddlers and older people. Charlotte examined the group.
"OK, I guess all of you don't have a car?" A murmur of assent. She paused to think, and looked back up the street where she could see Victoria's group gathered. She looked back at her own group; it wasn't very big.
"We're going to meet up with the group over there. Follow." She stepped down from the bin and they all headed over to Victoria. "How's it going?"

“Um. A bit nervous, to be honest…. I hope I got everybody,” Victoria murmured. To the ever-growing crowd, she said in her most teacher-y voice ever, “Hey! We need to get away from possible debris! Grab your belongings, and/or small children, and follow me.”

Charlotte turned to her group and gestured for them to follow Victoria's. "Socialize! We'll need all the help we can get." They headed for the end of the street. "Where'd Corban go?"

//lol sure

Corban, breathless as he runs up to the girls, says. "I'm here." Not two seconds later the plan makes impact.

Metal screeches upon pavement as it grazes the road and several houses.

There is no explosion. No power is the explanation Corban's mind gives him as he numbly watches with his mouth open wide the settling crash.

Everyone's dead. Corban has always hated it when his own mind annoyingly states the obvious.

"And every other plane around the world that was flying moments ago…" Brandon thought aloud. Unable to move, he watched as his new friends rushed to help others. He tried to calculate the amount of death that just occurred. It was too overwhelming. Like the Black Plague just hit in an instant, a sizable fraction of the population dead.

//kewl :)
Also, quick question: is the blackout thing happening everywhere or just in their city?

//okey dokey