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

Started May 28, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

(Ah, I have less than 10 minutes before I have to start cramming stuff in my head for Friday's test rip
Well, I'd better get my first post up I guess)

As Elijah turned, watching as people screamed and shoved to get away from the crashing objects, he fought a sudden urge to laugh. It had only been a couple minutes, and such a huge chaos had already been set open everyone. This was a bad day to go shopping. It's worse then Black Friday; At least it was and organized chaos, this is just everywhere. He had been walking down the street towards the shop, hands in his jean pockets, when people started trickling out onto the streets. He had continued, curiously listening in to their conversations about the loss of electricity. At first it was just grumbles of frustration, but then someone started pointing at the sky and screaming.
Elijah had looked up then, just in time to see a freaking plane plummet toward the little town. Still confused and now rather panicked, he had ran for safety. At this point, someone started barking orders, trying to control the situation.
Soon, he had put himself to work with another group of men and women, knocking on doors and informing them about the circumstances.
(Well, now to the 2-3 sentence ones- )

[Nice insert. Question: Is Elijah female or male? (I have a growing list of characters in the RP and it helps to mark down name, gender, and age) Eesh, I've written a longer one here too. But occasional longer updates shouldn't be too harmful.].

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Yes. I'm sure. My daughter was on her way here for a visit when it all shut off. She'll probably be here soon."

Corban bites back an automatic pessimistic question. She was probably driving, wasn't she? He'd seen the few car accident aftermaths, none of them too bad, but if this woman's daughter was on the interstate and her car died…..
"She had her kids with her." The woman's voice has a bit of a tremble to it now. Suddenly she looks so small and uncertain standing there in her dark doorway, in spite of her being almost as tall as Corban himself.

He can't manage a reply hinted with hope, so he instead smiles and asks about her grandchildren. The full weight of the situation, whole power outage as far as the eye can see, causes his shoulders to droop as the woman manages to share the ages and quirks of her three grandkids. This is going to be a long night. I hope….I hope someone can…can just….fix everything.

Charlotte nodded. "Right. You're right." She revolved on the spot. She found an upturned bin a few feet away; walking over to it, she set it straight up and climbed onto it.
"Hey!" she called out towards the crowd. Suddenly all eyes were on here and she froze. This was harder than she'd thought. "Um, hi. Everyone, uh, everyone's panicking right now, but we have to keep calm for now as best we can." No reaction from the crowd, just blank stares. She took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. You're probably all thinking of how screwed we are if the only person who's leading is a scrawny teen." She tucked her shaking hands in her pockets. "If anyone wants to take the lead, please do."
She looked over at Victoria, desperate for help.

(AaaAaA nope, no thanks. I have enough real life stress without making myself worry about a plane crashing into the middle of the street ^^'
You're right though, hard situation. Charlotte's the only character of mine who could actually stay level-headed)

(I look forward to seeing him develop then!
The thing with my characters is that I'm a very slow writer and so have been working with my characters for a long enough time to have an exact idea of who they are, enough so for them to differentiate from each other)

Charlotte nodded. "Right. You're right." She revolved on the spot. She found an upturned bin a few feet away; walking over to it, she set it straight up and climbed onto it.
"Hey!" she called out towards the crowd. Suddenly all eyes were on here and she froze. This was harder than she'd thought. "Um, hi. Everyone, uh, everyone's panicking right now, but we have to keep calm for now as best we can." No reaction from the crowd, just blank stares. She took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. You're probably all thinking of how screwed we are if the only person who's leading is a scrawny teen." She tucked her shaking hands in her pockets. "If anyone wants to take the lead, please do."
She looked over at Victoria, desperate for help.

Victoria took a deep breath and climbed up next to Charlotte. “We are, obviously, not… not someone you know. But, uhm… well, we do have an idea of what’s going on, so… if you feel as though you have to safe place to go— because your homes are no longer safe!— then, er… well, follow us.”

Charlotte exhaled, looking around at the people staring up at them expectantly. "So… yes. Like she said!" Charlotte smiled reassuringly. "Just follow if you need a place to go! We do think we could help, we do." Charlotte jumped down from the bin, away from the stares. "Let's go, I guess."

Elijah followed the girl that seemed to have somewhat a grasp of the situation, though he doubted that she knew where to go. Where would he go? It didn't seem as if there would just be a safe zone suddenly appearing out of nowhere. People would start to gather.
Hm.
He had read many books over the course of his life, and most of the apocalyptic scenerios killed off the larger groups first. He considered briefly about leaving them all and going a separate way, but stayed because honestly he didn't give a single butterfinger about what those books said. This was reality, after all. But he would keep the option in the back of his head.

Corban helps another guy help an old man from his car. The old geezer seemed unconscious at first, but after they were able to wake him they guided him through the process of opening a car window. He seemed disorientated from the small crash his car had gotten himself into, so it took a little while.

A mailbox got the worst of it in the accident, having gotten knocked and run over; Corban mumbles a sarcastic "RIP."
He aids the other guy as they help the old man to a curb. "You go on, son." The other man says. "He's going to be alright. I can stay with him for a bit."
Corban nods, "Alright," and continues down the street.