housekat
The flow of time is always cruel
The Liberated
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What Happened?
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A super bug has just wiped out 99% of the worlds population in a matter of months. All thats left are 74,000,000 scattered throughout the world, even less after accidents are taken into account. This rp will take place in the U.S., mainly around the west coast. After the plague wiped out your whole world, you have become a wanderer and a scavenger that takes what they can. Then you start having dreams. Dreams of society, power, redemption, and a new perfect population of those chosen by natural selection in California. So, you head to California in hopes that humanity is rebuilding itself.
Who am I?
You became a wanderer with no real human interaction except for the occasional fellow scavenger. However, you are having dreams of a perfect society to the west. What do you really have to lose? So you head west.
What Should My First Post Be?
Your first post should be what you hear in your dream. So basically what this mysterious woman is promising you if you come west. Family? Structure? Power? Whatever it is, it should correspond with your interests at heart.
Your second post will be months after you receive your first dream and make it to California.
DO NOT POST HERE UNTIL THE OKAY HAS BEEN GIVEN
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housekat
The flow of time is always cruel
Rinon sat up in her bed, and she immediately regretted it. The suddenness of the motion caused her stomach to roll and twist in a way that made her nauseous. It had been a long night of calling out people. Today it had been 3 people, which was really pushing her powers and patience. Her head throbbed, her stomach churned, and everything in general just hurt. Pushing though the pain, she forced herself to look out the window. The sun was just peaking out over the rolling hills of Southern California and painted the sky in brilliant hues of pink and gold. It would be more thoroughly appreciated if looking at it didn’t make her head feel like it was going to implode. Alas, today was going to be a little rocky. She had tuned into the thoughts of a few people that were nearing California yesterday. They would most likely be arriving today. Time to prepare! She thought excitedly while grabbing aspirin off of her nightstand.
When she finished, her migraine had slowed down to a dull, steady throbbing. She had set up a little waiting room in the living room of her house (she decided to live in a large white house that stood out on the monotonous hues of the hills; it was really hard to miss) with canned food (no gas left in the apocalypse), water jugs, blankets, gas lamps, buckets, books, couches, and a nice note on the coffee table that said:
Hello to the future of our little community! If you’re reading this note, it means that I can’t be out there at the moment. Sorry about that. I get afflicted with sickness easily. But nonetheless, feel free to use any of the things here. I will be out there by dinnertime in the worst case scenario. If something goes wrong, or there’s an emergency feel free to wake me.
Thanks for coming out here!
Rinon Borgeas ♡
She added the heart on the end. She was lethargic from all the moving around she had to do and it was only about 8:00 am. I can’t wait to see people again! She thought while heading up the stairs to her bedroom.
@Sugar Honey Iced Tea
@Dkingow
@Heir of Dalania
@Redrobinwing
@Caffeine Freak
@MuffinRPs
When she finished, her migraine had slowed down to a dull, steady throbbing. She had set up a little waiting room in the living room of her house (she decided to live in a large white house that stood out on the monotonous hues of the hills; it was really hard to miss) with canned food (no gas left in the apocalypse), water jugs, blankets, gas lamps, buckets, books, couches, and a nice note on the coffee table that said:
Hello to the future of our little community! If you’re reading this note, it means that I can’t be out there at the moment. Sorry about that. I get afflicted with sickness easily. But nonetheless, feel free to use any of the things here. I will be out there by dinnertime in the worst case scenario. If something goes wrong, or there’s an emergency feel free to wake me.
Thanks for coming out here!
Rinon Borgeas ♡
She added the heart on the end. She was lethargic from all the moving around she had to do and it was only about 8:00 am. I can’t wait to see people again! She thought while heading up the stairs to her bedroom.
@Sugar Honey Iced Tea
@Dkingow
@Heir of Dalania
@Redrobinwing
@Caffeine Freak
@MuffinRPs
cadence
in a quiet garden
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Elliot had slept for about three hours before his rare, once peaceful sleep, was interrupted by some red-haired lady he didn't even know. He was annoyed to say the least, but the dream carried a message he figured he'd ought to obey. That would explain his current actions. Elliot was dressing into his usual bright clothing and packing up the few belongings he had for what would be a long journey ahead of him. Judging by the map he always had beside the little mat that served as his bed, he was somewhere around Atlanta, Georgia at the moment. Rinon, the lady in his dreams presented herself as, ordered him to travel across the entire width of the country to see her, so he could have his girlfriend back, in an actual humanly form, not the skull she was now. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to believe her, if she were telling the truth or if she even existed, but Elliot would do anything in his power to try.
Elliot's Dream
Red. All Elliot could see was red, but somehow, Elliot was able to tell it was dark wherever he was. He cracked his eyes open and was surprised when they felt light to him, not haunted and heavy by the lack of sleep he usually got. In fact, just about everything felt good right now. His bones didn't ache as they usually did from using his power so much. His skull didn't pound with the usual throb of a migraine. Elliot felt so at peace that he never wanted to leave this... What was this? Is this a dream? Had he died? Elliot's questions would go unanswered until the next morning. He opened his eyes once again and the blurred image of a beautiful young woman began to appear, fading on and off as if she were a projection. "Hello," Elliot called out. Once. Twice. It was on the third time that she answered.
"Hello." Elliot stared at the lady, her image finally become that of a solid and no longer a projection of the real thing. "Come, Elliot," she said with her arm outstretched, fingers spread apart as if she were offering to help him up or something. Elliot was confused. Did she want him to come to her? He'd surely listen. Perhaps she was responsible for this peace he was feeling. Elliot stood up from where he was lying and slowly began walking to the red-haired female. "No. Come to California, Elliot."
"California? Why would I want to-"
"Maeve. Your girlfriend. You'll be able to touch her skin again. To kiss her lips and treat her as if she were a real human again, not a skull. Come to California and you will see her and her original beauty again. Come, Elliot. Come see me, Ronin, in California and I will give you what you desire."
It was then that the dream cut off and Elliot had immediately awoken, everything that had happened still fresh in his mind. His usual pain came back, but he knew he needed to go to California. He needed to go find this Ronin lady. He never received directions from her, but somehow, he knew exactly where to find her.
Elliot had slept for about three hours before his rare, once peaceful sleep, was interrupted by some red-haired lady he didn't even know. He was annoyed to say the least, but the dream carried a message he figured he'd ought to obey. That would explain his current actions. Elliot was dressing into his usual bright clothing and packing up the few belongings he had for what would be a long journey ahead of him. Judging by the map he always had beside the little mat that served as his bed, he was somewhere around Atlanta, Georgia at the moment. Rinon, the lady in his dreams presented herself as, ordered him to travel across the entire width of the country to see her, so he could have his girlfriend back, in an actual humanly form, not the skull she was now. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to believe her, if she were telling the truth or if she even existed, but Elliot would do anything in his power to try.
Elliot's Dream
Red. All Elliot could see was red, but somehow, Elliot was able to tell it was dark wherever he was. He cracked his eyes open and was surprised when they felt light to him, not haunted and heavy by the lack of sleep he usually got. In fact, just about everything felt good right now. His bones didn't ache as they usually did from using his power so much. His skull didn't pound with the usual throb of a migraine. Elliot felt so at peace that he never wanted to leave this... What was this? Is this a dream? Had he died? Elliot's questions would go unanswered until the next morning. He opened his eyes once again and the blurred image of a beautiful young woman began to appear, fading on and off as if she were a projection. "Hello," Elliot called out. Once. Twice. It was on the third time that she answered.
"Hello." Elliot stared at the lady, her image finally become that of a solid and no longer a projection of the real thing. "Come, Elliot," she said with her arm outstretched, fingers spread apart as if she were offering to help him up or something. Elliot was confused. Did she want him to come to her? He'd surely listen. Perhaps she was responsible for this peace he was feeling. Elliot stood up from where he was lying and slowly began walking to the red-haired female. "No. Come to California, Elliot."
"California? Why would I want to-"
"Maeve. Your girlfriend. You'll be able to touch her skin again. To kiss her lips and treat her as if she were a real human again, not a skull. Come to California and you will see her and her original beauty again. Come, Elliot. Come see me, Ronin, in California and I will give you what you desire."
It was then that the dream cut off and Elliot had immediately awoken, everything that had happened still fresh in his mind. His usual pain came back, but he knew he needed to go to California. He needed to go find this Ronin lady. He never received directions from her, but somehow, he knew exactly where to find her.
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Redrobinwing
Senior Member
Red. That was all Nate could see, the color red. Not crimson, like he'd seen in so many other dreams, but a much more vibrant red. His vision was blurred, but as it cleared he could see a face in the red, a woman. Her mouth didn't move, but somehow he could tell what she was saying to him. 'Come, you'll find a home there. Somewhere to make something new.' She told him, and while she never said where to go, Nate could tell exactly where he needed to.
Maybe it was just him, but Nathan had the feeling that this was all an elaborate, obvious trap. Not only had he been asked to come to a random house by a random woman in his dreams, which was already setting off alarms, but there was a very good chance that he was being lead into a house full of raiders, or perhaps even worse. Nevertheless, he continued on with Red by his side. His pack was full of his gear and extra clothing, along with some trail rations, just in case. On his thigh was a pump-action shotgun, in his coat he concealed a small pistol, and in his hands was an assault rifle, all of them loaded and ready to be used at a moment's notice. Currently, though, his rifle was lowered and he tried his best not to look too paranoid, for fear of scaring someone into shooting him. He was just a couple of blocks from the house now, with no signs of activity coming from it. Red was walking alongside him, panting as he always did. "Wish us luck, boy." Nate muttered under his breath.
Maybe it was just him, but Nathan had the feeling that this was all an elaborate, obvious trap. Not only had he been asked to come to a random house by a random woman in his dreams, which was already setting off alarms, but there was a very good chance that he was being lead into a house full of raiders, or perhaps even worse. Nevertheless, he continued on with Red by his side. His pack was full of his gear and extra clothing, along with some trail rations, just in case. On his thigh was a pump-action shotgun, in his coat he concealed a small pistol, and in his hands was an assault rifle, all of them loaded and ready to be used at a moment's notice. Currently, though, his rifle was lowered and he tried his best not to look too paranoid, for fear of scaring someone into shooting him. He was just a couple of blocks from the house now, with no signs of activity coming from it. Red was walking alongside him, panting as he always did. "Wish us luck, boy." Nate muttered under his breath.
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Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Maverick Jaivier was dreaming. He could tell. The all too familiar shroud of the ballistic suit that kept him prisoner was gone, replaced with an ample attire of a t-shirt and jeans. While he could, Rick savored the feeling of air on his skin, a sensation that felt all too surreal that it brought him to the edge of tears. Still, while he could feel the breeze of the wind and a faint twinge of warmth - the void that surrounded him was blank. No sound except for his own breathing echoing though the blank canvas of the scene. "Maybe I'm just dead." He muttered, oddly relived. Being dead wasn't so bad.
"Hello, Maverick"
Rick jumped at the sound, spinning round to face the young woman that addressed him. "Uh... yo." Rick replied, wondering if formalities was a concept that existed in the afterlife. He began looking around the void "...Where.. am I? How did-"
"Your skin."
To his horror, fabric began to grow on his flesh, once again surrounding him. Rick gasped for air as it began to cover his face, wrap around his limbs, the weight dragging him to the ground. "M-Make it.. S-Stop.." He pleaded. The young woman watched him calmly, her red hair swaying in the breeze that he could no longer feel.
"If you want to be free of your bonds, Maverick, travel west to California. There you shall have your freedom."
"W-Wait!" He wheezed, but the girl had turned to dust and was swept away, leaving Rick choking and gagging, his lungs began to compress, his head began to spin, his heart-
Rick let out a stifled scream as he toppled off the makeshift bed head first onto the floor with a metallic crash.
For a few minutes he was laid out on the ground, groaning through his respirator. "Guess I'm not dead yet." He mumbled, slowly getting back up and rubbing his head - helmet, to be more exact. He held out his hands in front of his face and then groaned again. Still stuck inside the suit.
After some more groaning, he strode over to his workstation, took a seat upon a pile of assembled bricks. Picking up a microphone from a radio set, he began to recite the ritual phrase he uttered every morning. "This is Maverick Jaivier with the US Marine EOD department. If you receive this message, please respond."
Silence.
"I repeat, this is Maverick Jaivier-"
Five more times, still silence. As per usual. Illinois got the worst of the outbreak, it'd been a while since he'd seen another human being, apart from the dream he had earlier. "If you want to be free of your bonds, Maverick, travel west to California. There you shall have your freedom." The words zipped about in his skull. Maybe it was karma for trying to help survivors. "Maybe it's just time to move on." He muttered, standing up and packing up his gear.
It was far fetched, but if his dream was more than a dream, he wasn't about to give up his chance at freedom.
"Hello, Maverick"
Rick jumped at the sound, spinning round to face the young woman that addressed him. "Uh... yo." Rick replied, wondering if formalities was a concept that existed in the afterlife. He began looking around the void "...Where.. am I? How did-"
"Your skin."
To his horror, fabric began to grow on his flesh, once again surrounding him. Rick gasped for air as it began to cover his face, wrap around his limbs, the weight dragging him to the ground. "M-Make it.. S-Stop.." He pleaded. The young woman watched him calmly, her red hair swaying in the breeze that he could no longer feel.
"If you want to be free of your bonds, Maverick, travel west to California. There you shall have your freedom."
"W-Wait!" He wheezed, but the girl had turned to dust and was swept away, leaving Rick choking and gagging, his lungs began to compress, his head began to spin, his heart-
Rick let out a stifled scream as he toppled off the makeshift bed head first onto the floor with a metallic crash.
For a few minutes he was laid out on the ground, groaning through his respirator. "Guess I'm not dead yet." He mumbled, slowly getting back up and rubbing his head - helmet, to be more exact. He held out his hands in front of his face and then groaned again. Still stuck inside the suit.
After some more groaning, he strode over to his workstation, took a seat upon a pile of assembled bricks. Picking up a microphone from a radio set, he began to recite the ritual phrase he uttered every morning. "This is Maverick Jaivier with the US Marine EOD department. If you receive this message, please respond."
Silence.
"I repeat, this is Maverick Jaivier-"
Five more times, still silence. As per usual. Illinois got the worst of the outbreak, it'd been a while since he'd seen another human being, apart from the dream he had earlier. "If you want to be free of your bonds, Maverick, travel west to California. There you shall have your freedom." The words zipped about in his skull. Maybe it was karma for trying to help survivors. "Maybe it's just time to move on." He muttered, standing up and packing up his gear.
It was far fetched, but if his dream was more than a dream, he wasn't about to give up his chance at freedom.
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Alexander9223
Tall dark and handsome here
Alexander remembered going to sleep in some roadside shack outside of Ottawa but as he looked around he saw his parents farm back in Wales, grassy fields and the sun out, the old house in the distance, he thought of the fact that they might be dead filling him with sorrow but as he turned to look the other way he saw a girl he found beautiful with red hair. She moved her mouth but he couldn't hear her, but at the same time he could tell what she was saying.
She wanted him to head west, somewhere he could protect what remains of humanity, save peoples lives make sure no more people have to die. He was filled with joy and sorrow, joy for the people he could protect but sorrow for the people that had already passed. He wanted to head west to California where he could protect people he thought about it for a while or what seemed like a while but only seconds, a tad bit suspicious to him but he had hope for what he could do if what this girl was telling him was true, he could help many people.
As he thought about his answer being yes his dream was cut off and he woke up laying on a old mattress on the floor of the shack. He laughed to himself a bit filled with hope, he smiled before grabbing his gear and getting ready to begin heading west. After collecting himself he went outside and untied his horse getting on it to begin heading westwards to California.
She wanted him to head west, somewhere he could protect what remains of humanity, save peoples lives make sure no more people have to die. He was filled with joy and sorrow, joy for the people he could protect but sorrow for the people that had already passed. He wanted to head west to California where he could protect people he thought about it for a while or what seemed like a while but only seconds, a tad bit suspicious to him but he had hope for what he could do if what this girl was telling him was true, he could help many people.
As he thought about his answer being yes his dream was cut off and he woke up laying on a old mattress on the floor of the shack. He laughed to himself a bit filled with hope, he smiled before grabbing his gear and getting ready to begin heading west. After collecting himself he went outside and untied his horse getting on it to begin heading westwards to California.
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razzledazzle66
Four Thousand Club
Misty had just woken up from her slumber and everything was dark. "Dammit." She said to herself keeping her voice low. "The one time I did not want to use my powers and it activates on it's own." She had been in a jam the day before running from some thugs who were trying to rape her. She had managed to kill one of them before ducking away and hiding in a nearby school. She picked the one place no one would look. The science lab. She knew she could use a lot there to defend her but she passed out late in the night after staying up most of it to make sure they didn't come after her.
She had a wonderful dream, or vision as she knew them to be. She could see a large white house on the hills. She could see many people gathering around a table. On the table was a quote. She could not read the whole quote but the name of the person who made it. "Rinon Borgeas." He vision panned out as if travelling backward from where it started. She saw the streets with empty cars. The area was lifeless expect this one house. It panned back more to a highway. Going backwards on the highway was a sign. "Welcome to California." Then it came back to her.
"So I should go to California. First time going to the west coast for me." She said not happy but not sad. She was indifferent. She knew her visions would come true, so why stop them. She just had to wait the few hours to get her sight back and then she would be off to Cali. She heard some noise so she reached around and found the door to the cabinets and hid in one closing it quietly. They were still looking for her and she could not fight without her eyesight. She waited. That's all she could do.
She had a wonderful dream, or vision as she knew them to be. She could see a large white house on the hills. She could see many people gathering around a table. On the table was a quote. She could not read the whole quote but the name of the person who made it. "Rinon Borgeas." He vision panned out as if travelling backward from where it started. She saw the streets with empty cars. The area was lifeless expect this one house. It panned back more to a highway. Going backwards on the highway was a sign. "Welcome to California." Then it came back to her.
"So I should go to California. First time going to the west coast for me." She said not happy but not sad. She was indifferent. She knew her visions would come true, so why stop them. She just had to wait the few hours to get her sight back and then she would be off to Cali. She heard some noise so she reached around and found the door to the cabinets and hid in one closing it quietly. They were still looking for her and she could not fight without her eyesight. She waited. That's all she could do.
Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
Izzy knew she was dreaming and how did she know that? Well he was here, smiling up at her. A young boy, about ten, with short brown hair and very similar blue eyes. "Let's go outside sissy!" She smiled, something she hadn't done in a long while. The boy took her hand and pulled her through the front door but as soon as they did he vanished. Instead of the lush green front yard, it was all dead grass with bodies of the dead on the ground. There were a couple of people standing, alive and well, staring at her. They were waiting on her to tell them what to do. Looked to her for leadership.
In the corner of her eye she saw a wisp of red. Turning, she saw a girl with long red hair. She was about her height and frail looking. "Who are you?" The girl just smiled. "Hello Isabelle." Izzy narrowed her eyes. How did the girl know her name? Even if it was a dream she never met anyone like her in her life. "I can give you what you desire. You want to lead our people? Come to California and lead."
At that Izzy woke. Sweat dripped down her body as it usually did when she had dreams about her brother. The last part though, kept running through her mind. She got out of the small bed that once belonged to her younger brother and dried her self off with a towel. "Well I guess I'll head to California. Not like I have anything left for me here." Izzy went and packed some extra pair of clothes and water bottles into a traveling bag. Before leaving she picked up a picture frame and took out the photo of her with her brother on her shoulders. She doesn't remember the last time she was that happy. Folding up the photo, she put it in a small pocket in her jacket before heading out. Being in Arizona she wasn't as far as she could from from the place she was being directed to. She was actually very close. Izzy hoped it would be an easyish journey.
In the corner of her eye she saw a wisp of red. Turning, she saw a girl with long red hair. She was about her height and frail looking. "Who are you?" The girl just smiled. "Hello Isabelle." Izzy narrowed her eyes. How did the girl know her name? Even if it was a dream she never met anyone like her in her life. "I can give you what you desire. You want to lead our people? Come to California and lead."
At that Izzy woke. Sweat dripped down her body as it usually did when she had dreams about her brother. The last part though, kept running through her mind. She got out of the small bed that once belonged to her younger brother and dried her self off with a towel. "Well I guess I'll head to California. Not like I have anything left for me here." Izzy went and packed some extra pair of clothes and water bottles into a traveling bag. Before leaving she picked up a picture frame and took out the photo of her with her brother on her shoulders. She doesn't remember the last time she was that happy. Folding up the photo, she put it in a small pocket in her jacket before heading out. Being in Arizona she wasn't as far as she could from from the place she was being directed to. She was actually very close. Izzy hoped it would be an easyish journey.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Danny Jackson was asleep in an attic in Belleville, New Jersey. He rarely had the time to sleep nowadays but he found a house with an attic and that was all that he needed to stay hidden.
All Danny could see was Red. He seemed to be on some sort of plain. "Hello," He called out.
A women with red hair appeared in front of him, "Danny,"
"How do you know my name,"
"That doesn't matter. Come to California, Dan."
"Why? I'm perfectly happy in New Jersey."
"Security. We have the most secure place in North America. You can skate, play guitar, fall in love and more here. You don't constantly have to protect yourself as we can do it for you. Come, Danny."
He woke up sweating. He got up and grabbed his bag. He packed his bag and grabbed his guitar, baseball bat and roller skates before going downstairs. He put his roller skates on, his guitar around his front, his bag on his back. He picked up his bat and left the house. This would be a long journey.
All Danny could see was Red. He seemed to be on some sort of plain. "Hello," He called out.
A women with red hair appeared in front of him, "Danny,"
"How do you know my name,"
"That doesn't matter. Come to California, Dan."
"Why? I'm perfectly happy in New Jersey."
"Security. We have the most secure place in North America. You can skate, play guitar, fall in love and more here. You don't constantly have to protect yourself as we can do it for you. Come, Danny."
He woke up sweating. He got up and grabbed his bag. He packed his bag and grabbed his guitar, baseball bat and roller skates before going downstairs. He put his roller skates on, his guitar around his front, his bag on his back. He picked up his bat and left the house. This would be a long journey.
SimpleReading
Ann's the name oversharing's the game
ELAYNA
LOCATION: Nebraska
Elayna was enveloped in silence, except for the constant chirping of cicadas, and the wind whipping around her as she rode down the middle of the dark asphalt road laid down ahead of her. She was exhausted, but contempt. That is to say, as contempt as you can be when all your friends and family are dead. She was at least happy that she had her trusty bike beneath her, food and weapons in the camping backpack around her shoulders, and most importantly, her life.
She yawned, and realized how dark it was, and how tired she was. She looked ahead, squinting for any evidence of a town ahead of her. Of course, she had to camp sometimes, she just preferred to sleep in abandoned motels, with at least the remnants of a mattress. Sighing, as the only thing she could see was a long expanse of road, and trees, she figured if she didn't want to pass out, she would have to camp in the trees for the night. Lightly pressing on the breaks, she steers her bike to the side of the road, bringing it to a halt. She carries it through the forest, staying near enough so she can find the road again, she sets up a small camp near a bush, making sure her supplies and bike were safely concealed in the brush. She laid down her sleeping bag, and crawled inside, loving the warmth it held in it, especially in the cold Nebraskan nights. Soon she was off to sleep, ready for another day of what felt like pointless travel.
Her dream was arguably one of the best she had had in a very long time. Usually, her dream involved nightmares ranging from bears devouring her while she slept to her family dying before her eyes. But this dream was different, for one, the pure red backdrop was a bit odd to say the least, but she felt so at peace she thought for a moment she may have died. But in her dreamy state, she knew it wasn't true. She finally focussed on her surroundings, and saw a woman, no older than herself. She was confused for a moment, she had never seen this woman before, usually he dreams were full of people she already knew. Her confusion was brushed away as the woman began to speak, and Elayna found herself entranced by what she had to say. "Come to California" Right, now this had to be a dream, what could possibly be all the way in California, that her mind... Or, whoever was in her mind, wanted her to go there? "There are people here, friendship, romance, a sense of purpose, adventure." The woman's eyes twinkled at the last word, she seemed to be putting more emphasis on it, as if knowing that what she really wanted in this life. So that's why.
She woke up with a start, she opened her eyes suddenly, and was blinded by the bright sun beating down on her. She sat up in her sleeping bag, a cold sweat dripping down her neck. She rubbed her eye's trying to figure out what had just happened to her. "Fuck" She absently muttered as she got up, her confusion now twice the amount it was at the beginning of the dream.
As she prepared herself for the journey ahead, she thought about the dream. Should she follow it? Should she go all the way to California just because of a damn dream she had? For gods sake, it would take months to get there! But, as she shrugged her backpack on, and shoved a granola bar in her mouth, part of her felt like she HAD to go, and with that her decision was made.
She started making plans in her head as she rode down the asphalt once again, the next town she came into she would find a gas station. They usually had maps there, sometimes maps of the whole state. She would start collecting water bottles everywhere she found some, knowing she would have to go through an expansive desert in order to get there.
While part of her knew this was stupid, another part of her was desperate for any kind of goal other than 'survive.' Even if she didn't find anything there, she would at least be in California, a place she had never been before. She was excited, to say the least.
housekat
The flow of time is always cruel
Months later...
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Danny Jackson's journey to California was a long and treacherous one full of run in's with thugs, extreme weather changes from his usual stormy New Jersey, and not much sleep but he had made it. In a quarter of a mile he'd be there and get what he wanted. He gulped before roller skating towards the rainless state.
(His Journey)
(His Journey)
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Alexander9223
Tall dark and handsome here
Alexander's journey had been long and filled with many dangers along the way, but because of his horse and his skill set he made faster time than had he just walked, he hadn't had many run ins with bandits on his way to California as he knew to take back-roads to avoid them or any other dangers. But finally after 60 days of travelling with appropriate stopping points to scavenge and rest he'd made it to California him and his horse companion nearly untouched. He had arrived in northern California as it was the shortest distance apparent to his route.
Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
The journey to California was most definitely not easy. She was happy to have her bow an arrow because before she developed her power Izzy had to rely on that to be able to get through those that survived. Almost everyone she had met along the way were savages, doing what they could to survive. When Izzy's powers first came in it horrified her. After all fire coming from you hands? How would that not scare someone? It wasn't until she realized it wasn't hurting her that she grew to love having it. Fire was something extremely useful in this new society. Warmth wasn't exactly a problem in Arizona/California but it helped keep whatever predators that were still alive away. It didn't take long for her to learn that using her power made her exhausted. The level of exhaustion depended on how much of her power she used. Isabelle tended to only use what she called her gift, when she was going to sleep.
Izzy wasn't too far from where the lady with the red hair said to go. She heard a figure coming up behind her. It had been a few weeks since Izzy saw another human. She held her bow in one hand and left the other one facing out in case she needed to use her fire. If he/she wasn't going to bother her thats fine, if he/she did she would be ready.
Izzy wasn't too far from where the lady with the red hair said to go. She heard a figure coming up behind her. It had been a few weeks since Izzy saw another human. She held her bow in one hand and left the other one facing out in case she needed to use her fire. If he/she wasn't going to bother her thats fine, if he/she did she would be ready.
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housekat
The flow of time is always cruel
The small girl woke up from her nap, fog still plaguing her mind. She looked outside -it didn’t hurt her as much as before- and noticed that it was still early in the day. Scanning the room, Rinon was disappointed to find that nothing exciting has happened and was about to go back to sleep when she felt it. That feeling. She can feel people encroaching into her ‘circle of mindfulness’ as she calls it. In the circle, it’s much less effort now to reach out to people and, well, feel them. There were 3 people she could identify for sure: Alexander, Isabelle, and Danny. The first batch of people were finally close! Her heart was pounding with excitement. It took everything within her to not start sending out impulsive messages toward them and cause her headache to get worse. She had to make a good first impression and greet them when they get to the community. Taking some more aspirin and eating a cracker, she decides to go back to sleep; she wants to be in the best shape she can when they get here.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Now Danny knew he was relatively safe, he put on his headphones and switched to his playlist which consisted of 2005 emo music because he's so original, creative and fun like that #ObviousSarcasmIsObvious. He skated around as if he was dancing to the music. He took his guitar neck from his front and put his bat in his open bag and strumming along to the music.
Redrobinwing
Senior Member
Nate's journey wasn't a particularly long one. The house that he'd been drawn too wasn't too far from his base in LA, and so he didn't need much in supplies to make the trip. Red was quiet as usual as they walked, ears perked up and mouth panting because of the heat. As the two passed through an alley, though, the dog barred his teeth and uttered a low growl. Figuring that it meant another person was nearby, Nathan withdrew his pistol from its holster and leaned against a nearby wall, quietly sneaking towards the nearest corner of the building. He peaked around the corner, and noticed a young woman walking in the direction towards the house. Not wanting to set off any immediate alarms, he made sure to hide his pistol behind his leg and simply waited behind his cover to see if the woman had noticed him.
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razzledazzle66
Four Thousand Club
Misty had been working her way to California for several months. She had lost count how many people she ran into, how many people she ran from, how many she had to kill. She was tired and ready to stop, but the images she kept getting compelled her too keep moving. 'I hate this so much.' She thought as she continued to walk. 'I can usually control when I look to the future, why all of a sudden is it forcing me to see it.' She needed to get to this house to find the answers. Her images kept changing everyday she looked. One day there would be a group of people, another would be a single girl. One would show the house all together, the other showed the house in pieces. She knew something was going to happen, but these visions were the vaguest she had ever gotten. She finally got to a sign to see where she was. 'Welcome to California.' It said and she sighed. She made it. "Now to just find that damn house." She said out loud as she walked some more.
As the day went by Misty was walking through a few cities when she saw a band of people. She quickly ducked into one of the empty houses nearby and waited for them to pass. They were armed, probably dangerous, and she did not want to fight right now. As she looked out the window the light got brighter. She fell to the floor her eyes closing. "Another vision." She said in her mind's world now. She saw the exact path she needed to take to get to the house. Every detail as if she was walking it right now. She saw different images, of different time periods for when she may walk through the area. At night it seemed no one was around, during the day a few scavengers. On one of the day cycles she could see someone getting killed on a side path, on another that same person walking as if nothing happened. "My visions have never been this clear or exact?" She said to herself as she woke up. Blinded now she scooted back till she hit a wall remembering how she came in. She pulled out her pistol and pointed it at the door, in the off chance someone may try to walk in.
As the day went by Misty was walking through a few cities when she saw a band of people. She quickly ducked into one of the empty houses nearby and waited for them to pass. They were armed, probably dangerous, and she did not want to fight right now. As she looked out the window the light got brighter. She fell to the floor her eyes closing. "Another vision." She said in her mind's world now. She saw the exact path she needed to take to get to the house. Every detail as if she was walking it right now. She saw different images, of different time periods for when she may walk through the area. At night it seemed no one was around, during the day a few scavengers. On one of the day cycles she could see someone getting killed on a side path, on another that same person walking as if nothing happened. "My visions have never been this clear or exact?" She said to herself as she woke up. Blinded now she scooted back till she hit a wall remembering how she came in. She pulled out her pistol and pointed it at the door, in the off chance someone may try to walk in.
Alexander9223
Tall dark and handsome here
After rigging up a truck and carrying trailer for his horse Alexander was in L.A in just a few hours from northern California, storing up scavenged supplies and extra gasoline for the trip so he didn't have to refuel. Once he had arrived in L.A he packed up his things and got back onto his horse riding to find the house he was oddly drawn to, curious if he would meet anyone else along the way.
Most human contact he had was with bandits and the occasional scavenger as he normally avoided other people. Alexander slide his hand through his hair as his horse slowly trotted in the direction his instincts were telling him the house was. He rubbed the side of the black mare's head, he loved animals they could understand intents better than humans could, he could imagine the scavengers lucky enough to have dogs had been saved by their dog's instincts many of times over, bandits lucky enough to have dogs could easily find animals to hunt and other humans to prey on.
After about thirty minutes Alexander saw the house far in the distance threw the scope modification he added to his M4 Beowulf. He sighed in relief at the house was real or at least his instincts and the dream he had two months ago was seemingly right. He didn't want to give up on his hope so he couldn't help but smile for a few moments before lightly kicking the horse's side causing it to sprint forwards to the house.
Most human contact he had was with bandits and the occasional scavenger as he normally avoided other people. Alexander slide his hand through his hair as his horse slowly trotted in the direction his instincts were telling him the house was. He rubbed the side of the black mare's head, he loved animals they could understand intents better than humans could, he could imagine the scavengers lucky enough to have dogs had been saved by their dog's instincts many of times over, bandits lucky enough to have dogs could easily find animals to hunt and other humans to prey on.
After about thirty minutes Alexander saw the house far in the distance threw the scope modification he added to his M4 Beowulf. He sighed in relief at the house was real or at least his instincts and the dream he had two months ago was seemingly right. He didn't want to give up on his hope so he couldn't help but smile for a few moments before lightly kicking the horse's side causing it to sprint forwards to the house.
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Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
Lizzy had stopped moving when she the steps she heard behind her had stopped. They were weird steps because it sounded like there were more than one pair of legs. She turned around and reached for an arrow that was in the makeshift quiver on her back. After the plague hit those that had left took almost all the weapons. This was the only thing left that she could find. Her archery club was raided for their bows and quivers. Luckily she had her own bow and arrows at home but had not yet bought a quiver for them, so she used her bag to hold them. "Who is there?!" Izzy called out. She was so close to the house and she wasn't about to let herself be killed by some scavengers. She positioned herself so that she could draw her bow fast enough and shoot it if necessary.
housekat
The flow of time is always cruel
Rinon was once again disturbed from her nap. However, this time it was to the sound of clicking. Clicking? Her headache was completely gone. She hops out of bed and opens her curtains, letting the evening light in. There, she scans the area around her house for the culprit. Is that...? She lets out an excited gasp and runs to the front porch of the large house.
Now out on the porch, she waves her hands excitedly her, nightgown billowing around her ankles. "Hey! Over here!" She yelled with no thought to her safety.
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Now out on the porch, she waves her hands excitedly her, nightgown billowing around her ankles. "Hey! Over here!" She yelled with no thought to her safety.
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MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Danny heard someone yell and immediately skated in that direction. A stupid decision yes but a decision no less. He turned a corner to see the Lady with red hair. He knew he'd find her. He skated towards the house, hoping she could tell him what was next.
SimpleReading
Ann's the name oversharing's the game
ELAYNA
LOCATION: Outside The House
IN her excitement, Elayna had severly underestimated the sheer effort it would take to reach California. Of course, she had some trouble with other thieves and travlers as always, but it wasnt anything she couldn't handle. She was generally a pretty quick thinker, and along with that, a quick runner.
Just like she had planned, every gas station she reached she would grab all the water bottles there (which generally weren't many, but after a while they added up) along with this, she would grab a map to lead her out of state. At one particularly stocked station, she had found a world atlas, which included a detailed map of all the routes throughout the united states. She was ecstatic about her luck and used that one map to find her way to California. Soon it was full of dots and lines in different hues of pens, sharpies, and expo markers to simply mark where she was, and where she needed to be.
Throughout her journey, she went through multiple stages of emotions. Some days she would feel like this whole thing would be fruitless, and she would be leaving her little area for no good reason. Other days she would dream about the treasures she might find there, the people, the adventure, the promises. They all coaxed her to continue. She reasoned that she had gone too far now to back out, and that the worst case scenario was that she got there, and there was nobody. Then at least she would be able to see the ocean for the first time, who knows.
Something she noticed after getting closer and closer to California, was an odd almost buzzing sensation on her head. For a long time, she thought it was simply hunger, or dehydration from being in the desert for so long. But, it wasn't until her life was on the line that she figured out what it really was. There was a point, where she had entered a populated city, which generally was never a good idea, especially in that day and age. She was caught off guard, held at knife point, she thought she would die. At this point the buzzing sensation was louder than ever. She imagined that she was invisible, and just like that she was. The man holding her at knife point was scared to say the least, he released her for a moment out of surprise, she didn't stick around. Of course, she almost passed out after the fear confusion and adrenaline had stopped pumping through her. She started experimenting with it, she thought it wasn't real and that she was really going insane. But the wildlife she tested it on seemed to have a very real reaction to it. She didn't have a clue how it worked, or what it was, but she knew it was something she would have to deal with now, and that was that.
After reaching California, she couldn't help but be unreasonably anxious and excited. If everything she heard was true, then she would find friendship here. These would be the first friendly people she had spoken to in who knows how long, she had completely lost all meaning of time other that night and day at that point. She traveled for days, trying to find the specified location, she felt uneasy being in such a populated city, lord knows it worked out great for her last time. But that evening, she heard the faint sound of someone yelling. She didn't know if it was good, or bad yelling, but whoever it was they sounded excited. She took out the rifle she carried with her, used it only for emergencies, but she felt very on edge right now. She walked towards the noise, eventually finding an enormous house come into view. She let out a low whistle, before walking slowly towards it, ducking back as she saw a person. In her nervousness, she had immediately equated people to death. So, she decided to stand and watch from behind fake tree's and bushes, just to make sure that nothing bad would happen.
razzledazzle66
Four Thousand Club
It had been several hours since Misty had her vision. She finally regained her sight and walked out seeing no one around. She made her way following the path that she ad foreseen down to the smallest turn. She made great time and in another few hours she was standing near the house. "I have found it." She said softly as she took another few steps. She realized that she didn't know how much time had past since she was blinded and fell to the ground. 'I forgot to eat and drink.' She thought while she looked up at the house. 'And to think that my vision did not see this coming.' She tried to yell but her voice cracked and croaked. "H...elp" She tried to yell again before passing out.
Redrobinwing
Senior Member
Nate cursed to himself as the woman yelled out. He could feel his palms start to sweat as he thought about how to proceed, gun still in hand. One option was to simply start shooting, which would be much less dangerous than the second option, which would be to try talking to her. So far, the second option seemed more logical . They both seemed to be heading in the same direction, which might mean that they were here for the same reason. After checking to make sure his pistol had a decent amount of ammunition left, Nathan slowly stepped out from the corner, hiding his pistol behind his leg, with Red following close behind. "Just another survivor. No need to fight, okay?"
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