Walk The Earth [RP] -
10-29-2006, 01:11 PM
RP Walk The Earth
They say “When Hell is full; the dead will walk the earth.”
Given that there’s 20 dead people for everyone living, can you imagine when that happens?
About the times: The world hasn’t changed much in the past thousand years since the second millennium. Granted oil and gas are less used; solar power is now the most popular energy resources and there’s much better health care.
But there’s still pointless wars and bloodshed, still famines and droughts.
Because of this lack of planetary evolution, a huge committee was formed, the United Peace Union. This was made of all the countries of the world and used their power to boot off corrupt leaders and now I’m glad to say that there’s more peace then ever before.
Anyways, back on track!
Recently, there have been strange rumours about strange shadows, mists and huge voids in the ground with faint red glows…
And murders. So many murders, near those abysses. No fingerprints or DNA. No motives even.
And no one left alive in the bloody rampage…
In the outskirts of Cercera City, child city of the infamous Carcer City once ruled by the forgotten Umbrella centuries ago, something strange was happening…
The ground in the new field shivered, shook then rented apart into a small chasm.
A transparent hand clutched the edge, pulled itself up with a rough wheezing sigh.
Its blue eyes looked around, barely remembered images flitting in it’s head… A girl. There was a girl.
The shadow walked though the grass, withering the surrounding plants around it.
Ghosts: yes. Well, DUH!
No new immortal characters.
Kinetic powers: Yes!
Mental Communication: No.
Romance: Well, DUH! You plonkers. XD
“Don’t you, don’t you forget about me.” The girl sang, standing on a stepladder with a can of paint in one hand, and loaded paintbrush in the other,
She swayed her slim hips in time to the music, clearly enjoying herself. Her bright green eyes twinkled as she saw her new room’s design taking shape.
This girl wore a dark blush pink tank top with spaghetti straps, a white, paint spattered shirt that was left open and light blue jeans sprinkled with paint as well. Her feet were clad in pink and white socks and comfy trainers.
The girl, Tru, hopped off the step ladder, viewing her handiwork proudly as she cleaned off her hands.
In one already painted corner, there was a princess type bed, laden with teddies and plenty of little girlie motifs and lamps and ornaments.
Tru smiled happily, running out of the room.
On the way she nearly fell over, thanks to her rather unbalanced figure.
Tru was somewhat tall, and rather slim due to the fact that she rarely remembered to eat enough, but for some reason she had rather large… Assets. This embarrassed her greatly and she was secretly saving up for bre@st reduction.
Tru lived with her sister, brother and several roommates in a spacious house at 167, Lithium Lane, Sector 11. It was in a good part of the Utopia like city, with low crime and streets you could eat off of.
She admired the beautiful window view and turned away happily, only to walk straight against a housemate.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."