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[yourlocal-eboyy]

The machine grants each of Fawful’s requests, the number drops to 0, but adds 1. Little Steve claps in a congratulatory way.

Darklord95
—
Steve shook the doctor’s hand uneasily, not quite sure how he was supposed to feel about this guy.
”Uh, cool, cool.”
He smiled a bit before joking, “Well, at least you’re not a squeamish doctor. I knew one, and he was a surgeon! Can you imagine that?”

DrunkenSailor
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Kal watched as 507 typed in his request, and was a bit uneasy at the talk of harvesting organs. “Not much happened to the organisation. We did change how we accepted new members.“ Kal said in a response, still in English. He was trying to get better. “Five, you can help me with mine? My requests, I still cannot write or read..” He shamefully admitted, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

Sir Fungus
—

Jackal’s request was granted, he has four requests left.

Lazaro1505

—

While everyone got used to the machine, Little Steve went back to his computer, finishing up the tickets. The faint whir of a printer could be heard in a back room, where Little Steve went.

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 Nodded to Kal as he stood next to Kal to type out his requests “Of course, just tell me what you need.” He said ready to type it out.
yourlocal-eboyy

 

[Darklord95]

Fawful hears himself being applauded so he bows. And walks away to get his things ready

At: anyone

 

[DrunkenSailor]

As Ludwig walked over to the machine, he began to punch in the phrase ‘organs’, and then another one ’surgical equipment’ and perhaps the strangest of all; ‘Medigun’. He grinned as his items were dispensed, and he began to haul the boxes. Under his heavy breaths he muttered.
“If only Heavy could see this..”

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 quickly zoomed in front of Ludwig at near light speeds with his arms extended outward “Do you need help with that, doctor?” He continued to have a blank face, his tired eyes almost deceiving that he needed sleep, though sleep was something 507 did not know for a looong time.
DrunkenSailor

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Kal stepped back slightly, still keeping his hands close to himself.
”I.. I want others to choose first.”
He then saw Five’s urgency to help the other man. He backed up slightly more, but the generosity made him smile.
Sir Fungus
—
Little Steve gets on top of the counter, holding bright yellow tickets up meant for the group. Steve looked up at a broken clock, then announced.
”There’s five minutes until your train is here, there’s plenty room for the lot of you.”
Steve looked at the nicknames on the tickets. Perfect.
@ everyone

 

[DrunkenSailor]

“Ja! That would be really,” He heaved up one of the boxes, “Helpful..” He sounded very strained, and looked it too, his eyes were half closed with the stress. He seemed to particularly want to keep the ‘medigun’ in it’s box though.

Sir Fungus

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 nodded and quickly, with one hand, took the box that The German man was struggling to heave up. His strength was indescribably superb as it looked as though he were lifting nothing but a feather. “Anything else, Doc?”
DrunkenSailor

 

[DrunkenSailor]

“No, that’s all, thanks for the help.” He said, as he heaved the box up again. He grunted a little, but could definitely manage the weight. He looked admirably at the strength he had just witnessed, his mouth open in surprise - he was tempted to clap him for his show of strength.

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Kal got his ticket from Little Steve , his lucky nickname? Why, it would be,
“Anime Protagonist Carl.“
Kal couldn’t read, so he had no clue what it even said. It was frivolous to him, but he put it in his back pocket.

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 Nodded to the doctor, continuing to carry the box for him until it was time to go. He looked over to Kal and waved him over so that he could still help him out While helping the doctor as well.
yourlocal-eboyy DrunkenSailor

 

[Darklord95]

Fawful walks over to little Steve once all of his things were powered up and waits to collect his ticket

 

[Lazaro1505]

Jackal the Wanderer
​

Not long after being scanned and imputing his request... a small whir was made from the machine, and reaching into it, he grabbed the familiar Fireaxe he recently received back home... which looked like a normal old Fireaxe, if it weren’t for the grayish axehead instead of the normal red one, and a smiley faces decorated upon both sides of the axe...

“Can’t’ believe it.... it can do anything... just how is humanity over here not be much more wide spread than home...”

the masked man said to a himself, before imputing his other requests into the machine.... which where four other important items... those being:

- A heavily modified AK-47 rifle kept up only by spare parts and duct tape, called ‘Old Faithful’, which also came with a strap, to which Jackal put on for now...

-a M1911 pistol, to which he removed the mag for and checked it, before putting it back within and placing it into the holster on his right waist... the weapon being ‘The Classic’

- A medium size case, which was filled with both Ak mags and .45 pistol mags.... both of which are for his two firearms... setting it aside on the floor next to him.

-And finally, a hiking backpack, to store both the ammo case and any other item he finds on his trip as well, first putting the ammo case inside the backpack before putting it on.

And just like that... he was finished with everything... as he went towards Little Steve, and went to collect his ticket, before eventually walking away and prepared to board the train after it arrives... while looking at his ticket as well for what it says. It seems he isn’t starting a conversation for now... but maybe someone could go and talk to him about something....

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yourlocal-eboyy

@ Open for interaction​

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Kal quickly scooted his way to 507, but his glance caught that of the woman with a mirror. How peculiar. He would think that it was initially vanity for her reasoning, but then again, Kal did like his own reflection as well. She probably had her reasons, and he wouldn’t press no matter how odd he saw it be. He would be sure to strike up conversation once everyone got settled in the train, as he wanted to know why the odd request was made.

And then there was the wasteland-esque man. It struck Kal with confusion as to how this man didn’t live here initially, but he said nothing. Truth was, he was quite intimidated by everyone here, and he didn’t want to annoy anyone with his poor English. He stared for a bit longer than anticipated, but he caught himself and looked away, making his way back toward the machine.

Kal then looked up at 507, as if to silently ask if he was ready to type in the request.

Sir Fungus San Lazaro1505
—
Fawful’s lucky nickname is
”I have no idea what you said your name was, so I-”
The text was too long and ran off of the ticket.

Darklord95
—
Jackal’s lucky nickname is
”Nerd”
How curt.

Lazaro1505

 

[Darklord95]

Fawful read the ticket and wondered why he had such a long nickname, he ignored it and walked over to wait for the train.
@ anyone

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 Nodded to kal and made his way to the machine, setting the box gently to the ground "I shall return doctor, there is something I must help my friend with."
DrunkenSailor yourlocal-eboyy

 

[DrunkenSailor]

As Ludwig walked over to the box, he nodded.
“Alright, I’ll see you soon, hopefully.”
He took out the medigun, deciding to put it on. It was a strange machine, with a backpack. It looked like the gun from Ghostbusters, and looked comfortable. He grinned a slightly unnerving grin, as he felt it on his back. He then moved the two boxes with him towards the ticket giver, standing there expectantly.

 

[Lazaro1505]

Jackal the Wanderer:

“Ботан”

Jackal said to himself... reading what was on the ticket out loud.... oh how rude was something to at he 100% completely agrees with... depending on the meaning of course. In smarts territory... not even close, and while he knows how to fix and create things using his mechanical and electrical experience, he usually didn’t learn much more other than what’s needed to survive... so in other terms, in a real society... he would just be considered an idiot... or slightly below average. But a person with little social skill.... is something that he is, for he is not known for talking with others, considering that any ‘friendly’ person could just be the shell of something hiding a creature much worse... so maybe it will take a while before he can consider someone here as an ‘ally’, unless they are also hiding something as well...

But he felt like he was being watch for a second, which caused him to turn around, only to see someone walking towards the machine he used a bit earlier... maybe they looked at him while he wasn’t looking... he wasn’t sure.... but as long as he wasn’t the target of someone here.... he could feel at least safe when the train arrives.

Mentions:
yourlocal-eboyy
@ Some ticket

@ Open for interaction​

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Kal twirled his fingers. He didn’t want much, nothing tactical. He decided he would use two requests.
“I um.. I want le dessin Azwel made. The one of our friend collection before..”
He went quiet for a moment, but smiled.
”It was before he got his seat in the Twelve. He was such a good one.”
Kal said solemnly before stating his second request,
”I would also want the box.”
Kal said, a confused undertone in his voice.
”The one, ahh.. the box with the food for others. The box, bread? The box with bread for the others. For the each of us.”
Kal just wanted to get some food for everyone.
Sir Fungus
—
Ludwig’s lucky nickname is
”Please don’t hurt me”
How... pitiful..
DrunkenSailor

 

[Sir Fungus]

507 nodded to Kal solemnly, then typing in kal’s request before heading to the ticket giver as well, waiting as he continued to stand at his menacing height.
yourlocal-eboyy

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

507’s lucky nickname is
”Probably a vegan”
Sir Fungus
—
Kal put his picture in his jacket pocket, then carried a box of bread around. He walked around the area, which was pretty much a gas station with the exception of the gate where they would board their train when it comes.

He walked over to a Slurpie machine, which was still running. He almost grabbed the biggest cup when he was quickly stopped by Little Steve, who gave a few rude gestures to say that the Slurpies were off limits, especially to those who didn’t use the right cup.

Kal quickly scooted over to where the gate was, but kept distance, not wanting to make it seem as if he were rushing or anything.

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

There’d be a hissing noise behind the gates, a screech, something is coming to a halt. The noise was muffled as the gates were closed, but it progressively got louder, the whir of the train is faint, and it comes to a halt. However, the gates are yet to open. There is still two minutes before the gates are to open, any last minute requests, questions, or anything should be done now.

Steve looks over to the gates as the noise ensues, giving Little Steve a thumbs up. The balloon figure pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at the group. Upon pulling the trigger, confetti bursts from the barrel of the gun. The little one smiled wide, and Steve gave a round of applause.

”We repurposed the gun, sorry for any scare the lot of you might’ve had. We’re no murderers.” Steve said in a jokingly apologetic way. “We’ll be sure to see you off.”

San , DrunkenSailor , Darklord95 , Sir Fungus , Lazaro1505

 

[San]

[ooc - sorry for this shorter-than-average post, but it seemed like i had to move the rp forward.
also updated cs, it now has grey's theme, faceclaim & a few more details. anyways, enjoy]

[GREY]​

Health

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current inventory: dark blue handheld mirror [!recently added]

". . ."

​

…So this is what I look like..? I look miserable. She tried to smile, but it just made her face look really creepy. So she immediately changed her expression back to the natural scowl. She teased herself. I definitely wouldn't be the main character of any story. She finally got out of her own little zone and put her attention back to what was happening around her. It seemed that most if not all of the other passengers, had already gotten their tickets, who were more or less happy about it.

She briefly looked back at the mirror, and felt a bit crestfallen. She thought she would have gotten some kind of clue if she got a clear image of herself. But her horribly pale skin, messy brown hair and eyes didn't seem to trigger any memories at all. Sighing, she went ahead to Steve. She didn't want to inconvenience the whole group, so she finally went to get her ticket. "H-hey...sorry about that. Can I have a ticket now?" she asked quietly.

"And uh I appreciate what you said earlier. I have a lot of questions but it seems like the train will be here soon, so I'll save them for later. That is if we'll be seeing you again." Crap. I shouldn't have wasted my time looking at myself. Now it's a bit too late. She shook her head. Snap out of it. She wasn't really being optimistic but she didn't want to lose hope in finding answers as to why she's in this situation. She looked back at the vending machine, maybe she should go back and get a weapon?

No matter how safe the inside of the train is or the level of security and privacy it has, it might be a good idea to bring something along. After all, it looked like she'd be the only girl going onboard, and a cautious personality is often rewarded. Not to mention, there was talk about possible encounters with infected and mutated assailants. I'll decide after I get what I came here for. She put her hands down for now, putting the mirror she received in one of her hoodie's pockets. It seemed that the headache had calmed down, but it was still there, like a lingering bad aftertaste.

 

[Sir Fungus]

There’d be a hissing noise behind the gates, a screech, something is coming to a halt. The noise was muffled as the gates were closed, but it progressively got louder, the whir of the train is faint, and it comes to a halt. However, the gates are yet to open. There is still two minutes before the gates are to open, any last minute requests, questions, or anything should be done now.

Steve looks over to the gates as the noise ensues, giving Little Steve a thumbs up. The balloon figure pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at the group. Upon pulling the trigger, confetti bursts from the barrel of the gun. The little one smiled wide, and Steve gave a round of applause.

”We repurposed the gun, sorry for any scare the lot of you might’ve had. We’re no murderers.” Steve said in a jokingly apologetic way. “We’ll be sure to see you off.”

San , DrunkenSailor , Darklord95 , Sir Fungus , Lazaro1505

“Your gun wouldn’t affect me anyways..” Grumbled 507 before he went to the computer to type in one last request, counting everybody that was here, he typed in 10 vials of Pheonix tears, Before heading back to the group, looking at the train as he squinted. “Anyone mind explaining to me what this thing is?”

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Steve watched as the group would slowly shift their way to the gate. He’s seen it all before, 6 other groups he’d sent off into the wasteland. It was the same thing, and soon, his station would be out of cars. He’d have to start sending them off on foot, sending them off with nothing. He never had contact with his groups after they’d left, and it’s not like anyone would ask.

It always did eat at him, watching as they made their way out. He’d almost never get a follow up, but he knew how it was in some of their cases. He knew where they were located, when they moved, when they stopped.

Where they died.

The first time, it was horrible. A member asked for a phone, they got their request, and they exchanged numbers. It was cool, the idea of contacting someone who’s out exploring and rebuilding. There were good people out there, good communities. Then there were the bad ones. The people who set places up to look nice, but quite literally backstab those who joined.

There were murderers, looters, and far worse, if you could imagine.

The member of that group would call every day, she’d tell Steve everything that happened, how well their community was prospering, how the hopes of bringing back society were growing. He watched from his phone the location of the keys, seeing how—though, not far—they made it to Washington. It wasn’t really a place Steve enjoyed when he went to America, but, hey, Vegas.

Then the calls stopped. They just.. stopped. The location moved around, and he shrugged it off to is that they simply forgot to call. It’s not like they had a strict schedule or anything, he didn’t want to be a burden. Then one day he picked the phone up only to hear her. She was crying, calling for help. He was the only number she had that worked, it’s not like 911 is up to par anymore. That was the last time he heard her, the locations stopped after that. He knew what happened.

God, he was stuck in that nightmare of a daydream until he sees the girl, Grey, come to the counter. He snapped out of his little zone, handing her a ticket. She had no wild nickname or anything, it was simply put as her alias, “Grey”. At the mention of speaking to him again, Steve became hesitant. He’d pause for a moment before opening the register from his end of the counter, pulling out a small, rectangular box. It was definitely aged, the ribbon holding it closed was a little more than slightly frayed now.

He set the box on the counter, sliding it over to her end a bit cautiously.

”It’s not important or anything. Open it whenever you want, it’s already set up. It’s not like I’m requiring you do it, or anything. It’s just a choice.”

He stated, his demeanour completely unnerved. He seemed as if he wanted to take the box back, fix the mistake he felt he was making.

”Unfortunately, I won’t be accompanying the lot of you. I’ve got my own group, and we”ve got our own troubles. I’m just here to send people off. My job won’t be over too long from now.”

San
—

And just as quickly as the moment arrived, it passes. The gate opens, the train’s doors are already open as well.

”It’s fully automatic, no need for a pilot.”

Steve states as he looks over to the train. The car with the open doors seemed to be the main one, just behind the first. This would be the second car, the main room. On the inside, it had two TVs on the walls, leather couches, and boxes with DVDs. There even seemed to be a computer on a desk in the corner as well, your standard living room. The car was clean, with the exception of a pack of cigarettes on a side table next to the couch. It was open and obviously used, forgotten by a previous passenger.

”It’ll take about a week to get there, and I’m sure that there’s still clothes in there. Various sizes, various brands.”

He mentioned, pointing around the sides of the train from where he was.

”And, don’t worry about the furniture, it’s locked to the floor. That is, with the exception of foldable chairs. If you want to rearrange, you can always unlock the furniture by messing around in the pilot’s area. There’s a panel next to the flatscreen on the left, that’s got the chairs in it. I do ask you keep things nice at least. The previous guy seems to have done a good job at putting everything back.”

Little Steve shot more confetti shots for the group, and starting waving directional flags toward the train.

—

Kal quickly made his way into the train, immediately setting down his box of bread on a couch. He felt real intimidated by the interior. It was so nice, he surely didn't deserve it. But this man, he was an explorer. He called out to 507,

“Five!“

he yelled as he ran around the car.

“Come look, come look!”

He paused at the TV, tapping the screen wildly,

“What’s this? What do you think it is?”.

He was changing the TV‘s display at every tap, signalling that the TV’s were fully touch screen. Some real technologicallly advanced stuff.

Sir Fungus