Futuristic UNTIL [Accepting]

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  The humans had failed. The very creatures they feared came out of hiding at the peak of global corruption. Food and water supplies became tainted or scarce as increasing tensions among foreign relations and civil revolt led to the spread of war.
  
  Humankind was so fixated on one another that they weren't prepared to turn their weapons outward. A mistake that would render them an endangered species.
  
  
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  The streets are filled with grotesque creatures straight from books of horror and lore; unfit for the eyes of children. Small colonies of twenty to thirty humans are all that is left-scattered across the globe. Still, their sharpest minds have come together to create the ultimate, imperfect beings.

  
  
  Dolls. These, nothing like those once manufactured to entertain children, are now humanity's strongest chance of survival, of fighting back.
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  There was a blot on the skyline, easy to miss if you weren't tracking movement...the Century of Noire was tracking movement, but of a different nature. "Blow." The redheaded woman giggled in response, eyes glancing between the palm of a hand and a pair of slim, kohl colored eyes. Full lips puckered and parted. Roulette curled his fingers into a first around the black pair of dice and smiled, sending then skittering across the warn green turf of the table top with an easy flick of the wrist. He met eyes with his scraggly headed challenger across the table, found resignation there.
  
  "Now then..." his tone was lighthearted, bordering on glee. He slid his forefinger beneath the strap of redhead's dully glittering gown, tracing across the skin there. "How should we make him pay?" A flash of slightly yellowed teeth, but Roulette wasn't looking at her any longer, his gaze spanning the room to gauge the minds of those in attendance. This den was in the heart of the "village" was uphill from the Before city- a suburb that he and a handful of others--all dead but one--had converted into bustling center of pleasure and vice. He'd chosen a pavilion for the main bar, and there was a house devoted each one of the day's tastes. Those now in the stark-white glow of what had once been called the recreation room either lived and worked here in Noire, or were simply passing through. Some had seen this same ritual played out a millennia in the making but it wasn't them he made eye contact with in turn. Still, they answered.
  
  "Scouting party!"
  
  Roulette tilted his dark head of hair. "Mmm. Useless. Not the idea, the man." He looked back at his unfortunate target. "I agree that gambling should be life or death, but there should be at least a slim chance of survival. This one would expire the moment he made it to the bottom of the hill no..." he straightened from the seat he'd been lounging in and moved to the bar. He held up his fingers and the bartender placed two mugs in front of him. They were filled one third of the way with something amber colored. It reminded Roul of some distant smell that had accompanied girls in the process of removing the color from their nails. He crossed the ruddy concrete floor in an easy stride; no one had anything better to do. "Drink."
  
  The mug was accepted, sniffed. The loser coughed violently, made a face, looked up into the Roul's unyielding gaze, then took a gulp. The room guffawed, cackled, watched the man sputter and gasp for air. Roul took him by the back of the shirt to steady him while he drank from his own with a grimace. "There there. One more for measure." The routine was repeated once, two more times before Roul clanked their mugs back down onto the bar and slid his arm around the redheaded woman's slender frame, steering her towards a line spray painted on the floor parallel to a wall. "I think a game of darts is in order." There were further exclamations, and Roul place his hands on the woman's hips, slid a foot between her legs to nudge her feet into a wider stance, nuzzling her hair from her ears so he could whisper. Her face looked determined, eyes glittering as he slid three darts from his pocket, placing one of them in her hand. "Now," he announced loud enough for the echo to swallow the bodies in the room. As he turned, the light filtering in from the glass ceiling caught in his hair and skin, making him appear as if some otherworldly being. "I want you to practice while I coach our friend."
  
  The woman nodded, adjusting her stance and took a bite of her lip, taking aim. Roul threw an arm across the shoulders of the loser, gathering him in close to watch. Up until this point his eyes had been glazed in defeat, but now they widened. "You're going to be blindfolded so you won't see them coming. The point of this game is to be reminded of how precious your life is."
  
  "But can't we find some other way? I don't mind heading a scouting party, I just--ACH" He was shoved forward, and two guys grabbed hold of either arm, cutting what he was about to say short.
  
  Roulette tied a bandana around his eyes as he spoke, a thin smile in place. "You came to me desperate to give your life, but it isn't my right to take it. This is the compromise. The opportunity to find purpose was there before you came to prostrate yourself but that's over now." He gave a nod and the men jerked him towards the wall. The man pleaded, but Roul held up a finger, and the room was silent. "All will be well. Lilac has perfect aim so, I think it's time." The cheers from the crowd seemed to batter the man's body, but he stayed in place, chin up, trembling. The redhead named Lilac met eyes with Roul over her shoulder and he gave a nod.
  
  From the pool tables and the small gatherings just on the other side of the glass there was no sound. Lilac took a step back, lifted an arm, and immediately stumbled. They all did. A rumble rippled beneath the floors with a flickering of the lights. Roul turned his gaze upward as they sputtered out and a shadow passed across his face. Unmistakable was the path that wings had taken over the glass. Inhuman sounds rose in the distance and began to build.
  
  "Basement." The Century said nothing else but motioned with a hand, a figure separated from the inner wall of the Pavilion as the room cleared and a distant alarm sounded. He was the reason they had all survived this long and knew what it was like to live with lights, with plumbing...but that would be put to the test. "Get me a wire, and Sombre," Tendrils of black ink rise upwards as a reversal of rain, collecting on the glass of the ceiling above the stooped figure of his Doll. "Turn on your Flare." Noire had been overdue for an Extermination for some time now. It was time to post a Head.
  
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  RULES
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  1. PM your profiles.
  2. No Godmodding- My roleplay, not yours.
  3. Romance and violence is encouraged but please keep severity to a minimum.
  4. If you have a plot idea, just send me a message or post in the OOC, I'll probably like it.
  5. Make posts appealing. Character picture, name, and where they're located must be present.
  6. Responses must be at least a paragraph. Giving your fellow rpers enough content to respond to isn't just courteous, but crucial to story progression. If I have to define what a paragraph is for you then don't bother to submit a profile.
  7. Semi-Literate responses are required for clarity.
  8. Put Horridlydelicuos somewhere in your profiles so I know you read the rules.
  9. DO NOT POST UNTIL I HAVE ACCEPTED AND POSTED YOUR PROFILE
  10. If you want additional characters you must submit a profile for them, approval is not guaranteed just because you already have a character in action.
  11. If you think or know you are not going to be able to post for a while, message me so we can plot for your character's absence.
  12. For the love of god, have fun!!!
  
  

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Notice

The following request has been transmitted to all Dolls and Puppet Masters within an 100 mile radius: A Nest of 100 Creatures or more has been uncovered, their activity disabling The Red Light District of Noire's only working generator and source of electricity. Extermination is requested in exchange for either free lodgings and provisions, or a trade of equal value. The mission will be considered complete when the lights have been restored to Noire. Priority marked time sensitive by Century Roulette.

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All equipped personal within radius are ordered to report for duty.​

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ANNOUNCEMENTS

Profile content changed to be more detailed. 9/6/18
First profiles posted.9/6/18​

 

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