Post by Daze on Sept 30, 2011 17:09:35 GMT -5
RULES FOR THE SITE WIDE THREAD!!
Here's how this is gonna' work. The thread will be started by myself, with the major event(s) a happenin'. You are welcome to reply straight into role-play if you have a good reason to be there. However, this is also a good opportunity to make use of ALL your characters by posting a reaction for each. Here's how to do it...
Create a post starting with the following, 'From _(name of place)__, _(your character's name)__ looked up...' Or something like that. Then, you can post their reaction to the sound, smell, sights, thoughts-- whatever your character felt at the moment they noticed the event. Then, on one of the words in the post, create a link using the coding to an open thread with the same paragraph. This way, you can have all your character's reacting to the event without cluttering up the site-wide thread.
Of course, not all of us have multiple characters-- in which you can either to the above, or simply post in the accumulating site wide thread.ONE NOTE: If you decide to merely post here without link, please don't single off your interaction to one specific character. Branch out to everyone at the scene, or take you and your newfound RP partner to a new thread so it doesn't get confusing for everyone else. All four of us. xP
Does everyone get it? You know how it works? If not, send a note in the c-box or by PM. Make it easy on the rest of us. IF YOU DO GET IT-- BEGIN!!!! (and have fun!)
A side note to Kay: Since you are the winner of the contest, you hold to right to turn down my interpretation of your choice. If you had a different thing in mind to how this natural disaster started-- please say so and we can change it. I was going to have a simple pargraph with a simple explosion, but then I started thinking about how the explosion started and... I, er, got carried away. I was in an evil mood, With that said... begin.
It was dim in the room. Low lighting set to strain the mutants eyes as well as make them irrationally jumpy. Freakishly jumpy as they prepared themselves for impending doom. A boy and a girl stood in the center of this room, back to back-- faces smeared with blood and dirt, their eyes wary and cautious as they flicked back and forth. They looked almost to be siblings, the boy a foot taller, but both possessing muddy brown hair and freckles that you could barely make out in the light.
They were inside the MCA building. And, god, how they wished they weren't. A panel of scientists observed their movements, taking scrawled notes as the two mutants locked hands and whispered to each other unintelligibly. They looked beaten, scared, both trying to put on a brave face for the other-- uncertain.
"Let Stage Ten Commence," a computerized female voice chimed pleasantly from a hidden microphone above the mutant's heads. They both looked at each other, exchanging a long glance and chills. The girl, maybe fifteen at most, watched as goosebumps appeared on her own arms, and the boy, maybe twenty, sighed as sweat sprung up on his brow. Neither knew what to expect, only that it would hurt and that they may not survive this final round, a test designed to destroy them.
Finally, just when the two thought they could hold their breath from the fear no longer-- a loud mechanical grinding began and one by one, over a hundred round, bullet shaped holes, appeared in the wall as their coverings slid off and a hundred slate, gray tipped arrows slipped through the openings, grinding and twisting as they turned to point at the two speechless mutants.
"Objective," The computer chirped, seemingly unaffected at the horrified expressions that grew across the sibling’s faces, "survive." And at blinding speed, arrows spat ontop of themselves as they veered towards the two-- firing at half a second intervals that gave them no time to think.
They reacted quite quickly, I must compliment, those two mutants.
The girl squeaked and vanished from site in less than a second. One might've thought she'd teleported, if it weren't for the faint shimmer of a small, girl-like shape, which appeared every so often. Blue sparks and orb like force fields seemed to pop out from nowhere, the arrows bouncing off them hopelessly and crackling under the sudden brick wall they encountered by the girl's counter attack.
The boy had an entirely different tactic. The room lit up with an eerie glow as his hands burst into flames upon themselves. He cried out, merely letting off steam, and with a concentrated face seemed to snatch the arrows out of the air as they incinerated on contact.
Neither, in those short few seconds, made motion to protect themselves fully. Whether they didn't have the time, or the speed, to react-- or if it was simply beyond their abilities-- the boy did not create some huge wall of fire, nor the girl a bubble to protect them both.
And after fifteen full seconds, the arrows stopped. The room was completely silent and still, and it seemed as if the two mutants had succeeded. The boy let out a huge sigh of relief, eyes closing and head drooping forward as if he was resting standing up, and faraway, he heard the computer's feminine voice chime, 'Stage Ten Complete.' He was utterly relieved, at peace. There were only ten stages, so he heard—so it must be over. They could rest.
He didn’t notice the arrow until several seconds later. How it seemed suspended in mid-air, by some sort of magical string. How the tip was stained a deep crimson, and how slowly, blood dripped off the tip and onto the floor with a deep splattering sound. How slowly, his little sister appeared out of thin air—first her curly brown hair and the tips of her bare-feet, and how that she appeared like a slowly finished painting—the air turning into a canvas and sketching her into existence. How shocked and pained her young face was, green eyes wide with fright, and fingers curled around a single arrow protruding her stomach.
Drip. Drip. The hospital dress slowly dipped in punch, staining a dark red s the wetness consumed the bare-thread cloth, the boy turning around with a smile on his face to only scream soundlessly as his little sister sank backwards into his arms as he ran forward with all the life draining out of her small, fragile body so quickly, so quickly… How she merely stared up at him with eyes pooling over with numb, painful tears as he begged her to stop, but stop doing what? How he couldn’t survive if she wasn’t here to keep him sane in this hellhole.
But like every other mutant, but like all but a very lucky few in this place, she was broken beyond repair.
How the scientists entered the room without a single needle or mutant to heal her, how they laughed and clapped him on the back—congratulating him on beating the test, and how welcome he was to move from the barracks and into their ranks if he so wished, how they thought they had brainwashed him.
And how he faced them with a face stricken with tears, and how his face had turned from unimaginable sorrow—to unimaginable rage; how slowly his fingers began to flow a flame, until the entire room was a spinning mass of fire and storm. How the walls began to creak and groan, and how the scients face’s alighted with horror as they scrambled backwards—until you could hardly make out the eye of this storm where the boy reached down and embraced his dying, or dead, sister—and let loose all he had left in the world—
And if you looked up at that moment, up casually to the sky-line of the city, how you could see the entire nineteenth story of the building where all the massacring tests occurred—blew itself up from within.
Glass windows shattered, and walls imploded, people screamed and people died—the sky was alight, a bright red and orange as a wave of fire spread from the tower through the sky and out for nearly a full mile radius. How the sparks rained down that day!—how they caught everything aflame that they touched, and people withered in agony, feeling the boy’s pain, as they were scorched by the falling, fiery rain. There was a silence that filled the world for one horror struck moment; a finally moment of peace—before all hell broke loose and people began to scream.
Nothing was untouched. Markswell’s school on the edge of the city watched in horror as it’s huge forest burst into flames, and the dormitories were slowly kindling—the children inside not knowing, not knowing—the MCA building scrambling to recover mutants from the inside who were using the chance to escape, and how everyone was also to what was happening, who was dying?—the grasslands by the ocean plains catching aflame and slowly inching towards the freedom fighter caves, smoke filling their poor ventilated caverns—
No one is safe. Now you finish the story.