Fus ro dah
Lorekeeper
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Open - Accepting
(This roleplay is based on one of my own WIP novels.)
Those were the words roughly spraypainted on the front of the metal safe that hung precariously from the tilted street lamp, the glass of the lamp shattered a while ago now. No one knew who made them, they just seemed to appear around the crumbling city during the night. They were highly sought after and it was not uncommon for blood to be spilled if someone saw you with one. Most of the remaining population had no idea what the dolls were for and simply ignored them, for who would want a crudely hand stitched doll in a world where you had to fight just to survive?
Even after two years there were still treasures to be found in the abandoned houses, especially the ones with basements and bomb shelters that had yet to be found. It was scary how quickly people had turned on each other when the end was in plain sight, when it wasn’t just the religious nuts who were running around crying about the Apocalypse. The reason behind it was still completely mind-blowing. All it had taken was one man to break the world.
One single megalomaniac who had simply wanted to rule the world. He had warned the population with his threats and had tried to convert followers with his promises. Of course a group had followed him blindly and assisted in spreading his threats. They were all dead now though, his plan had completely backfired. He had his minions set off some kind of pulse across the world, but something had gone array and the sky had been left a sickly green colour.
There had been no rain for many months, the temperature had remained mild and slowly the clouds had darkened until they finally broke. That rain had been poisonous and had killed the weak and sick, human and animal alike. After the rain the earthquakes had crumbled towns and cities, leaving ruins in their wake. More people had died that day, crushed by falling debris or swallowed by the ground. Bob ‘Robert’ Napoleon had been one of those killed when the ground had opened up and swallowed him, his home and his minions.
A lot of people had been disappointed that day, all their plans to storm the mansion had been thwarted by nature.
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What the dolls look like inside the safe (minus the noose).
What the sky looks like.
“It’s been two years, Mark. Two. Can you believe it?”
Two figures moved along the empty streets, the sounds of their footsteps dulled by the grass that had steadily been covering the asphalt and the concrete. One of them was pulling a makeshift cart behind him that was currently empty so they moved at a decent pace.
“I couldn’t believe it the last five times you asked me, Ethan.” Mark grunted.
Ethan mocked hurt, placing his hand over his heart. “You wound me, brother. I was just trying to make conversation.”
“If I wanted conversation, I wouldn’t talk to you.”
The redhead, Ethan, sighed. “Who pissed in your coffee?”
Mark didn’t respond and continued to pull the empty cart through the street, keeping his attention on the road ahead. He and his younger brother had never really gotten along, and after the world had pretty much ended, things between them didn’t change. Ethan suspected it was because his sibling really did care about him but was too manly to show it, Mark had never told him the real reason behind it.
“Man, I really need to find some new clothes.” Ethan poked at the many holes in his shirt and his pants. “Something flashy would be nice, maybe a suit… or even just something that’s not full of holes.”
“Is that why you came with me?” Mark stopped in his tracks and gave his brother a withering glare.
“Not at all. I really just wanted to spend time with you.” He wasn’t very convincing.
“Liar.”
“Fine. You caught me.” Ethan raised his hands in surrender for a moment before dropping them back to his sides. “Come on, you can’t expect me to work looking like this. Can you?”
The brunette grumbled something unintelligible in response as he started to move forwards again, and Ethan knew he wouldn’t get Mark to repeat what he just said. He probably wouldn’t like what he’d not heard anyway. The younger quickly caught up with the cart and walked beside it, sorely tempted to clamber in and be lazy. Temptation won and he hopped inside, sitting cross legged on the flat metal base. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it sure beat all this walking.
“Ethan…”
“My legs are sore.”
There was a long pause, and an audible sigh. “Five minutes and then you get out.”
The younger grinned broadly and lent back against the mesh, but made sure to keep his eyes open for anything interesting… or dangerous. Even after two years there were still treasures to be found in the abandoned houses, especially the ones with basements and bomb shelters that had yet to be found. It was scary how quickly people had turned on each other when the end was in plain sight, when it wasn’t just the religious nuts who were running around crying about the Apocalypse.
Ethan remembered when it happened and the reason behind it was still completely mind-blowing. All it had taken was one man to break the world. One single megalomaniac who had simply wanted to rule the world. He had warned the population with his threats and had tried to convert followers with his promises. Of course a group had followed him blindly and assisted in spreading his threats. They were all dead now though, his plan had completely backfired. He had his minions set off some kind of pulse across the world, but something had gone array and the sky had been left a sickly green colour.
There had been no rain for many months, the temperature had remained mild and slowly the clouds had darkened until they finally broke. That rain had been poisonous and had killed the weak and sick, human and animal alike. After the rain the earthquakes had crumbled towns and cities, leaving ruins in their wake. More people had died that day, crushed by falling debris or swallowed by the ground. Bob ‘Robert’ Napoleon had been one of those killed when the ground had opened up and swallowed him, his home and his minions. A lot of people had been disappointed that day, all their plans to storm the mansion had been thwarted by nature.
“Five minutes are up. Get out.” The cart had stopped moving.
Ethan pouted at Mark before he climbed out and stretched, grinning wickedly as he trotted to stand beside the brunette. “Sooo, Ally said you visited her last night…”
Mark’s brilliant blue eyes narrowed to slits as he grabbed Ethan’s shirt collar, his nose almost touching Ethan’s. “Don’t. Say. Another. Word.”
Ethan pushed himself away from Mark with a snorting chuckle, his hands smoothing the dirty, hole-ridden material. “Hah! Hypocrite!”
“I told you not to say another word!” Mark snarled, snatching a rock from the ground and hurling it towards the redhead.
The rock whizzed past Ethan’s face and he stopped his laughter, slowly turning his head to stare at his brother. “That could have hit me, you know.”
“It was meant to.” Mark was already moving on.
Ethan stood and stared after the other for a few moments before he trotted after him, falling into step beside him. “C’mon, how could I not say anything after that? You’re always in my face about my work and then you…”
“It’s not real work.” The brunette grunted. “How does being a whore benefit our survival?”
The redhead stared hard at Mark and scowled. “You tell me, you’re the one that paid for Ally’s company last night.”
“I…” Mark’s mouth remained open for a moment, then it closed.
“Exactly.” Ethan nodded. “Anyway, I’m out here helping you search for supplies. I don’t just screw people for money.”
“You’re helping? So far all you’ve done is talk.”
“I can still look while I talk.” Ethan waved a dismissive hand. “Anyway, haven’t we got a while before we get there?”
“If you used those eyes you claim to be using, you’d see we’re almost there.”
The apartment building they had been tasked to check for supplies towered ahead of them, chunks of wall missing and only one or two windows weren’t shattered. Vines were climbing the walls, wrapping around and snaking through the holes and cracks. It almost looked like some piece of modern art from before the apocalypse. Too bad it was reality.
“I have a list of things to look out for, you just… grab whatever you think looks good and stay out of trouble.” Mark called over his shoulder as they worked together to drag the cart inside and out of view from the outside.
“How long until we meet back here?”
“Thirty minutes, just watch your back little brother.”
Ethan was caught momentarily off guard by the fact the Mark just sounded like he actually cared, but the moment passed and he decided he was going to see how many floors up he could get. Logically the lower floor rooms were probably pretty well picked over.
He hurried up the stairs and made it three levels before he had to carefully climb up and over a section of wall that had fallen and blocked the staircase. It looked safe enough and he crawled over the bricks, his heart pounding in his chest. Only once his feet were on the floor did he relax.
The next three floors were fine, amazingly enough. A little squeaky in places, but still intact. It was really dusty up here, apparently no one had been on the fifth floor for a long time. The stairs to the sixth floor seemed completely impassible, at least to him. Mark might have been able to get up there, but he wasn’t here.
Hopefully he could find some kind of bag, he had forgotten to grab something from the camp. Ethan padded down the hall, passing the open doors and stopping at one of the few that were closed. He reached for the handle and paused, caution reminding them that there might be someone hiding inside.
He pressed his ear to the door and held his breath, listening for any sounds of life from within. It was quiet, so it might be safe enough. He gripped the dusty handle and twisted it, frowning when it stopped part way. Locked. Great. He had no idea how to pick a lock and his thin frame would probably do very little against a door.
“Mark!” He called down over the railing. “I found a locked door!”
Oh, right. He was five floors up. Mark probably couldn’t even hear him very well. Perhaps if he was lucky, one of the adjoining walls would have a hole he could get through. That locked door was going to bug him until he saw what was hidden behind it. The door to the right was unlocked and it swung open, revealing a dark, dusty room. It had been ransacked a while ago from the look of all the upturned furniture, opened doors and draws. To Ethan’s dismay, the adjoining wall was fully intact.
He could climb out onto the balcony and see if he could get in that way… if the balcony wasn’t broken outside. The redhead swore under his breath as he went to the apartment on the other side, only to find that one was locked as well.
“Fuck it.”
He spoke to no one in particular as he backed up against the far wall and stared the door down for a few moments. Steeling himself, he charged forwards and slammed his shoulder into the wood with an almighty thud. The door remained firmly closed, and Ethan stumbled back gripping his shoulder with a grimace. That was probably not the smartest thing he’d done today. Gingerly, he stretched his arm out, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn’t dislocated.
The fact that these two apartments were locked were going to do nothing but bug him until he could get inside and see exactly why they hadn’t been opened yet. He turned and slid down over the section of wall to the lower part of the stairs, making his way down the floors to find Mark. He found his brother on the stairwell, heading to the second floor and bounded over to him, grabbing his shirt and shaking him a little.
“MarkIfoundtwolockedapartmentsandIcan’tgetinside. Help me!”
The brunette raised a brow at the wavy-haired whore and untangled his fingers from his shirt. “Try again. Slowly.” He sighed.
Ethan took half a step back and rolled himself onto his toes. “I found two locked apartments and I can’t get inside them. Come and help me. There’s got to be a reason for it.”
Mark nodded. “How far up? The ground floor was a total waste of time.”
“Fifth floor, I didn’t dare try and climb up to the sixth.” Ethan turned and headed back upstairs, his brother in tow. “The room to the left was open, but it’s empty and the balcony is gone. The one to the right was locked, I tried to knock the door down and well… that’s when I came to get you.”
They scaled the blockage to the fifth floor and Ethan stopped outside of the first locked apartment, pointing at the door. “That’s the first one. I’m sure you can just…”
Mark did exactly what Ethan didn’t have time to say, the muscular man stormed forwards and kicked the door open with a grunt. A few splinters of wood tumbled to the ground, the handle banging loudly against the wall inside the building. The sound echoed through the silent building and sent a few birds fluttering from their nests away from the sudden sound.
“I’ll check the one next door, you can have this one.” He stepped aside, waving his younger brother inside. “Remember. Useful things only.”
“I know, I know.” Ethan grumbled as he stepped into the small apartment.
This one looked as if it hadn’t barely been touched since the earthquakes, all the cupboards were closed and most of the draws were as well. Ethan started as he heard Mark kick in the door to the next apartment over and he moved further into the main room. He’d check for supplies after he made sure there wasn’t anything hiding in here, especially since a lot of the creatures had been mutated over the years. Some of them doubled in size, some of the smaller had tripled and almost all of them were highly aggressive. Giant spiders that were pissed off for no reason were one of Ethan’s most common nightmares. He’d hated spiders before they became the size of a medium domestic dog.
He pushed one of the bedroom doors open, he assumed it was a bedroom door, and stepped inside. He didn’t take another step, his eyes widened slightly and he sighed before calling out. “Mark. Do we have time to bury a family?”
- T- Teen (13 and up)
Role Play Status:
Open - Accepting
(This roleplay is based on one of my own WIP novels.)
Those were the words roughly spraypainted on the front of the metal safe that hung precariously from the tilted street lamp, the glass of the lamp shattered a while ago now. No one knew who made them, they just seemed to appear around the crumbling city during the night. They were highly sought after and it was not uncommon for blood to be spilled if someone saw you with one. Most of the remaining population had no idea what the dolls were for and simply ignored them, for who would want a crudely hand stitched doll in a world where you had to fight just to survive?
Even after two years there were still treasures to be found in the abandoned houses, especially the ones with basements and bomb shelters that had yet to be found. It was scary how quickly people had turned on each other when the end was in plain sight, when it wasn’t just the religious nuts who were running around crying about the Apocalypse. The reason behind it was still completely mind-blowing. All it had taken was one man to break the world.
One single megalomaniac who had simply wanted to rule the world. He had warned the population with his threats and had tried to convert followers with his promises. Of course a group had followed him blindly and assisted in spreading his threats. They were all dead now though, his plan had completely backfired. He had his minions set off some kind of pulse across the world, but something had gone array and the sky had been left a sickly green colour.
There had been no rain for many months, the temperature had remained mild and slowly the clouds had darkened until they finally broke. That rain had been poisonous and had killed the weak and sick, human and animal alike. After the rain the earthquakes had crumbled towns and cities, leaving ruins in their wake. More people had died that day, crushed by falling debris or swallowed by the ground. Bob ‘Robert’ Napoleon had been one of those killed when the ground had opened up and swallowed him, his home and his minions.
A lot of people had been disappointed that day, all their plans to storm the mansion had been thwarted by nature.
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What the dolls look like inside the safe (minus the noose).
What the sky looks like.
- Follow the site's rules of course.
- Please no one liners.
- Please keep things (within reason) realistic. If you get attacked, don't dodge every move, etc.
- No controlling other peoples characters.
- No Mary Sues/Gary Stus
- Be nice to the English language. Spelling errors happen, but please try and spell check.
- Roleplaying among yourselves is encouraged, but when major events happen, pay attention.
- Humans only, no powers.
- No anime pictures, drawings or photos are fine.
- Tag me if you find and decide to take a Survival Doll and I will PM you with more details. There are only six spread across the city randomly. They are replaced once every 2 weeks.
- Have fun!
- Character death may happen in this game. Killing each other must be accepted by both parties.
- If you have read the overview, remember that only a very small number of vehicles have been fixed to work again and having a working vehicle makes you a glaring target for gangs or individuals.
“It’s been two years, Mark. Two. Can you believe it?”
Two figures moved along the empty streets, the sounds of their footsteps dulled by the grass that had steadily been covering the asphalt and the concrete. One of them was pulling a makeshift cart behind him that was currently empty so they moved at a decent pace.
“I couldn’t believe it the last five times you asked me, Ethan.” Mark grunted.
Ethan mocked hurt, placing his hand over his heart. “You wound me, brother. I was just trying to make conversation.”
“If I wanted conversation, I wouldn’t talk to you.”
The redhead, Ethan, sighed. “Who pissed in your coffee?”
Mark didn’t respond and continued to pull the empty cart through the street, keeping his attention on the road ahead. He and his younger brother had never really gotten along, and after the world had pretty much ended, things between them didn’t change. Ethan suspected it was because his sibling really did care about him but was too manly to show it, Mark had never told him the real reason behind it.
“Man, I really need to find some new clothes.” Ethan poked at the many holes in his shirt and his pants. “Something flashy would be nice, maybe a suit… or even just something that’s not full of holes.”
“Is that why you came with me?” Mark stopped in his tracks and gave his brother a withering glare.
“Not at all. I really just wanted to spend time with you.” He wasn’t very convincing.
“Liar.”
“Fine. You caught me.” Ethan raised his hands in surrender for a moment before dropping them back to his sides. “Come on, you can’t expect me to work looking like this. Can you?”
The brunette grumbled something unintelligible in response as he started to move forwards again, and Ethan knew he wouldn’t get Mark to repeat what he just said. He probably wouldn’t like what he’d not heard anyway. The younger quickly caught up with the cart and walked beside it, sorely tempted to clamber in and be lazy. Temptation won and he hopped inside, sitting cross legged on the flat metal base. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it sure beat all this walking.
“Ethan…”
“My legs are sore.”
There was a long pause, and an audible sigh. “Five minutes and then you get out.”
The younger grinned broadly and lent back against the mesh, but made sure to keep his eyes open for anything interesting… or dangerous. Even after two years there were still treasures to be found in the abandoned houses, especially the ones with basements and bomb shelters that had yet to be found. It was scary how quickly people had turned on each other when the end was in plain sight, when it wasn’t just the religious nuts who were running around crying about the Apocalypse.
Ethan remembered when it happened and the reason behind it was still completely mind-blowing. All it had taken was one man to break the world. One single megalomaniac who had simply wanted to rule the world. He had warned the population with his threats and had tried to convert followers with his promises. Of course a group had followed him blindly and assisted in spreading his threats. They were all dead now though, his plan had completely backfired. He had his minions set off some kind of pulse across the world, but something had gone array and the sky had been left a sickly green colour.
There had been no rain for many months, the temperature had remained mild and slowly the clouds had darkened until they finally broke. That rain had been poisonous and had killed the weak and sick, human and animal alike. After the rain the earthquakes had crumbled towns and cities, leaving ruins in their wake. More people had died that day, crushed by falling debris or swallowed by the ground. Bob ‘Robert’ Napoleon had been one of those killed when the ground had opened up and swallowed him, his home and his minions. A lot of people had been disappointed that day, all their plans to storm the mansion had been thwarted by nature.
“Five minutes are up. Get out.” The cart had stopped moving.
Ethan pouted at Mark before he climbed out and stretched, grinning wickedly as he trotted to stand beside the brunette. “Sooo, Ally said you visited her last night…”
Mark’s brilliant blue eyes narrowed to slits as he grabbed Ethan’s shirt collar, his nose almost touching Ethan’s. “Don’t. Say. Another. Word.”
Ethan pushed himself away from Mark with a snorting chuckle, his hands smoothing the dirty, hole-ridden material. “Hah! Hypocrite!”
“I told you not to say another word!” Mark snarled, snatching a rock from the ground and hurling it towards the redhead.
The rock whizzed past Ethan’s face and he stopped his laughter, slowly turning his head to stare at his brother. “That could have hit me, you know.”
“It was meant to.” Mark was already moving on.
Ethan stood and stared after the other for a few moments before he trotted after him, falling into step beside him. “C’mon, how could I not say anything after that? You’re always in my face about my work and then you…”
“It’s not real work.” The brunette grunted. “How does being a whore benefit our survival?”
The redhead stared hard at Mark and scowled. “You tell me, you’re the one that paid for Ally’s company last night.”
“I…” Mark’s mouth remained open for a moment, then it closed.
“Exactly.” Ethan nodded. “Anyway, I’m out here helping you search for supplies. I don’t just screw people for money.”
“You’re helping? So far all you’ve done is talk.”
“I can still look while I talk.” Ethan waved a dismissive hand. “Anyway, haven’t we got a while before we get there?”
“If you used those eyes you claim to be using, you’d see we’re almost there.”
The apartment building they had been tasked to check for supplies towered ahead of them, chunks of wall missing and only one or two windows weren’t shattered. Vines were climbing the walls, wrapping around and snaking through the holes and cracks. It almost looked like some piece of modern art from before the apocalypse. Too bad it was reality.
“I have a list of things to look out for, you just… grab whatever you think looks good and stay out of trouble.” Mark called over his shoulder as they worked together to drag the cart inside and out of view from the outside.
“How long until we meet back here?”
“Thirty minutes, just watch your back little brother.”
Ethan was caught momentarily off guard by the fact the Mark just sounded like he actually cared, but the moment passed and he decided he was going to see how many floors up he could get. Logically the lower floor rooms were probably pretty well picked over.
He hurried up the stairs and made it three levels before he had to carefully climb up and over a section of wall that had fallen and blocked the staircase. It looked safe enough and he crawled over the bricks, his heart pounding in his chest. Only once his feet were on the floor did he relax.
The next three floors were fine, amazingly enough. A little squeaky in places, but still intact. It was really dusty up here, apparently no one had been on the fifth floor for a long time. The stairs to the sixth floor seemed completely impassible, at least to him. Mark might have been able to get up there, but he wasn’t here.
Hopefully he could find some kind of bag, he had forgotten to grab something from the camp. Ethan padded down the hall, passing the open doors and stopping at one of the few that were closed. He reached for the handle and paused, caution reminding them that there might be someone hiding inside.
He pressed his ear to the door and held his breath, listening for any sounds of life from within. It was quiet, so it might be safe enough. He gripped the dusty handle and twisted it, frowning when it stopped part way. Locked. Great. He had no idea how to pick a lock and his thin frame would probably do very little against a door.
“Mark!” He called down over the railing. “I found a locked door!”
Oh, right. He was five floors up. Mark probably couldn’t even hear him very well. Perhaps if he was lucky, one of the adjoining walls would have a hole he could get through. That locked door was going to bug him until he saw what was hidden behind it. The door to the right was unlocked and it swung open, revealing a dark, dusty room. It had been ransacked a while ago from the look of all the upturned furniture, opened doors and draws. To Ethan’s dismay, the adjoining wall was fully intact.
He could climb out onto the balcony and see if he could get in that way… if the balcony wasn’t broken outside. The redhead swore under his breath as he went to the apartment on the other side, only to find that one was locked as well.
“Fuck it.”
He spoke to no one in particular as he backed up against the far wall and stared the door down for a few moments. Steeling himself, he charged forwards and slammed his shoulder into the wood with an almighty thud. The door remained firmly closed, and Ethan stumbled back gripping his shoulder with a grimace. That was probably not the smartest thing he’d done today. Gingerly, he stretched his arm out, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn’t dislocated.
The fact that these two apartments were locked were going to do nothing but bug him until he could get inside and see exactly why they hadn’t been opened yet. He turned and slid down over the section of wall to the lower part of the stairs, making his way down the floors to find Mark. He found his brother on the stairwell, heading to the second floor and bounded over to him, grabbing his shirt and shaking him a little.
“MarkIfoundtwolockedapartmentsandIcan’tgetinside. Help me!”
The brunette raised a brow at the wavy-haired whore and untangled his fingers from his shirt. “Try again. Slowly.” He sighed.
Ethan took half a step back and rolled himself onto his toes. “I found two locked apartments and I can’t get inside them. Come and help me. There’s got to be a reason for it.”
Mark nodded. “How far up? The ground floor was a total waste of time.”
“Fifth floor, I didn’t dare try and climb up to the sixth.” Ethan turned and headed back upstairs, his brother in tow. “The room to the left was open, but it’s empty and the balcony is gone. The one to the right was locked, I tried to knock the door down and well… that’s when I came to get you.”
They scaled the blockage to the fifth floor and Ethan stopped outside of the first locked apartment, pointing at the door. “That’s the first one. I’m sure you can just…”
Mark did exactly what Ethan didn’t have time to say, the muscular man stormed forwards and kicked the door open with a grunt. A few splinters of wood tumbled to the ground, the handle banging loudly against the wall inside the building. The sound echoed through the silent building and sent a few birds fluttering from their nests away from the sudden sound.
“I’ll check the one next door, you can have this one.” He stepped aside, waving his younger brother inside. “Remember. Useful things only.”
“I know, I know.” Ethan grumbled as he stepped into the small apartment.
This one looked as if it hadn’t barely been touched since the earthquakes, all the cupboards were closed and most of the draws were as well. Ethan started as he heard Mark kick in the door to the next apartment over and he moved further into the main room. He’d check for supplies after he made sure there wasn’t anything hiding in here, especially since a lot of the creatures had been mutated over the years. Some of them doubled in size, some of the smaller had tripled and almost all of them were highly aggressive. Giant spiders that were pissed off for no reason were one of Ethan’s most common nightmares. He’d hated spiders before they became the size of a medium domestic dog.
He pushed one of the bedroom doors open, he assumed it was a bedroom door, and stepped inside. He didn’t take another step, his eyes widened slightly and he sighed before calling out. “Mark. Do we have time to bury a family?”
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