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Thread: Struggle Within Rules

Either format will be ok either the normal and keeping your time stamp below the header PHP IMGinsert image here approximately 150h x 100w pixelsIMG bNameb b Nicknameb if any bAttireb bLocationb bTaggingb hr OR if this is simpler for you having the timestamp as part of your header . as long as the time stamp is in your post somewhere is fine whichever way you choose to use it. PHP IMGinsert image here approximately 150h x 100w pixelsIMG bNameb bNicknameb if any bAttireb bLocationb bTaggingb bDayTimeb hr
Thread: Struggle Within Rules

UPDATE About absences. While i fully understand that there may come times that you need to miss a day or a few days in some circumstances please remember that if you join this group most of the characters are pre set and not changing and that the story needs to make it to a certain point in order to fill enough content to finish off the script that we will be using some of this RP to put together so posting as often as possible is VERY important. At least one post a day would be great but if for ANY reason you are going to be unable to post regularly i ask you PLEASE make sure to message me OR post in the absences for this group to allow us to know. Also if we don't hear from you and you have not posted in 10 days you will receive a PM warning that you character is being temp tacking over and you will have 3 days to reply to let us know your still interested in playing the character. It is common courtesy to EVERYONE involved that if you can not post you at least make a effort to inform people that you will be gone for amount of time so that everyone can plan accordingly. If after the warning PM and 3 days have passed and we still have not heard from you we will have to move on and have your character replaced in the RP in order for things to keep moving forward. There are a decent amount of characters involved so if you have a moment of writers block but don't want to fall into a inactive state just toss in a short talking piece for your character to at least acknowledge that your character is still there don't feel bad giving short posts here and there if needed just to stay active i am sure the others in the group will cover with longer posts so it really is no big issue and it will keep from your character disappearing into oblivion so to say. For a example if a character asked you a question or directly talked to your character but you don't have anything more to post other then a short reply of a few words to the person's character that spoke to your character that is perfectly fine to just post that. Jessie nodded in agreement Sounds good to me he said back to the others example of a perfectly acceptable short post. Remember we are using content from this for a script. If we do a whole scene and your character doesn't say a thing we will have nothing for your character in that scene for the script and some poor actor will have to sit quietly doing nothing for a full scene when we go to film it so please try to at least keep your character somewhat involved in any scene that they are a part of. ALSO if your going to be gone a few days and know it ahead of time try and take your character out of the central interaction by having them go home or somewhere out of the main story so that they do not have to interact with the main group and then just write your character Returning when you are able to come back to posting that's one recommendation i can think of this way your character isn't lost in the shuffle and others are not stuck waiting on you to return in order to move there part of the story along.
Thread: The Hunted

Thirty-five years. Thirty-five years had passed since the government's marvelous idea of genetic modification. Thirty-five years of volunteers and victims taking experimental drugs that changed the very core of their being into something else. Thirty-five years of people driven mad by their changes, of mysterious deaths and genetic defects and sudden, unexplained disappearances. Thirty-five years since the Modification Program was dropped, locked, and sealed. Twenty-two years since Isa Rune was born. Sixteen years since Isa Rune discovered she could read the minds of strangers. Fourteen years since the unexplained death of parents who'd explained to her why they kept moving from state to state, running from the Men in White for taking an experimental drug so long ago. Four years since the discovery of a group of people with abilities like herself. Three days since the revelation that the Men in White had a target list. Two days since learning that the Men in White were targeting one of the more powerful individuals on that list. One day until they put their plan into action. Target lives at X Street in building XXXX. Takes the train to work daily. We'll need to evacuate the train station of as many civilians as possible and replace them with soldiers who'd be able to bring him down. Need to avoid as many witnesses and potential casualties as possible. This needs to be done quickly and quietly. Since the subject takes the train in the early morning, that will be the most opportune time to strike. Isa blinked, rubbing hazel eyes and running a hand through dark, curly hair as she withdrew her mind from the official-looking man in front of her. Tomorrow Morning, is that it? She asked herself, voice low and covered by the louder roar of a subway train passing by. Scowling at the man's back, the young woman casually pushed into the crowd around them, allowing the current of humanity to sweep her off in the direction of their target, a young man who'd shown up on the top of the government's target deck. Lets, see, where is he?
Thread: The Hunted

Liam had been living in New York since he graduated college last year. He got his degree and moved as far away from his family as he could. They knew something about him but they would never tell him and he had always hated that. He woke up early in the morning, about eight-o clock, and trimmed his beard. He liked to have some remainder of a beard, but he didnt like it to get mangy. He put on his blue oxford button down and a dark black tie. Liam pulled up his grey slacks and then he tied up his black dress shoes. He sighed as he looked at his watch, 815, and he had to be at work at nine. Liam cooked up some eggs and sat down to eat them, the train would be coming at 830, so he took his time. When it was time he grabbed his briefcase and walked down to the train station. He couldnt help but notice strange things lately. Men seemed to be following him, and everywhere he went he felt like someone was watching him. He got down to the train and waited for the large cars to pull up. He held his daily ticket firm between his thumb and his pointer finger. Every time he examined it he thought of all the interesting places he wished the destination said. Hed always wanted to go up to Canada, maybe down to Washington D.C., or even to Boston. He just wanted to do something different.
Thread: The Hunted

Target sighted. It was a stray thought, one that came to Isa unexpectedly. Stiffening, the young woman stiffened, wide, hazel eyes scanning the crowds around her for any sign of either the person who'd originated the thought or the target in question. Shit She hissed. There were too many people surrounding her to get an accurate reading. Another thought flashed through her head, this one displaying little more than the image of a man. Liam. She whispered, giving name to the face who, up until a day ago, had been little more than a name on a sheet of paper. The woman closed her eyes, willing the image of the stranger to grow stronger. Blue button down, gray slacks, briefcase, bad beard. Hazel eyes opened. Got it. Where are you, you mangy bastard. She thought distractedly, gritting her teeth as she let her subconscious flow outwards. Her mind piggy-backed from one person to another, briefly looking through the eyes of a regular man and suddenly dipping into the mind of a soldier dressed as a civilian. Another oath escaped her mouth, unheard. They were already beginning to surround him! Time to get him out of here. She thought, quickly making her way towards him. Briefly Isa caught sight of the back of his head, and taking a risk she called out to him. Liam! Liam, is that you? She waved to him, pushing through the strangers that surrounded him, the soldiers in hiding. It is you, you sneaky dog! What, you think you can avoid me so easily?
Thread: The Hunted

As he was about to board the train some odd looking girl came running up to him calling out his name. He had never seen her or even met her before. He looked back towards the train and smiled. Yes my name is Liam, but I am sorry I cant seem to remember your name. Have we met before miss? He asked as he boarded the train. Im sorry but I really cant stay and talk, Im going to be late. It was nice running into you whoever you are. He picked out a seat and took out his phone. Liam put his headphones in and searched through his music for something to listen to, but he couldnt help but wonder who that girl was. She seemed familiar as if hed imagined her up or dreamed of her. He looked through his phone wondering if he would make it in time. He felt his temper grown thin as he watched the clock, the train drivers always made the stops too long and he always seemed to wind up being late. He felt his blood boiling and he bit his lip trying to think of calming things. He felt as if his body was shaking he was so mad. Soon he realized the ground around them was shaking and the lights began to flicker. Hed never felt an earthquake before, just tremors and things like that. Today the lights in the tunnel went out and the car stopped all the together as the earth shook around them. Liam was extremely scared, frustrated, and didnt know what to do.
Thread: The Hunted

You son of a bitch. Do I need to scream the words in your head? Isa wanted to shout at him, gritting her teeth behind a face of false sincerity as she watched him depart for the train. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were surrounded by people on a government paycheck, she would have, too. Yet that most likely would have caused him to panic, and from what the target data of this guy said, his strength relied heavily on his emotions. And a terrakenetic, too! Him in a panic could send the whole train rattling apart into the earth! Although given the current company he's sharing, I don't think that necessarily be a bad thing. Isa thought, eying the many people around her before pushing her way onto the train after Liam. Damn me and my damned conscious. She muttered. Ma'am, I need to see a ticket before I can let you board. A soldier dressed in an official looking uniform stopped her. Of course, let me grab it for you. Smiling up at the man, Isa dug into the pockets of her cargo pants, coming out with an old fast food receipt. Here. Gently, she put a bit of pressure on his mind, and the man took it, examined it, and handed the receipt back to her. Thank you, Ma'am. Nodding distractedly, Isa pushed past him onto the train, a small part of her consciousness already scouting for Liam. He was easier to find now that she knew what to look for, and like a bloodhound the brunette let his thoughts lead her to him. How cute, he's thinking of me! She thought with a smirk. I should be blushing now, right? Isn't that what normal girls do when they find out a guy is thinking about them? For a moment the woman contemplated the thought, then banished it from her mind. She'd never been much of a 'normal girl'. The train began to lurch forward in movement, and quickly Isa took a seat a short distance away from Liam. The man seemed to be distracted by something, and as more time passed, the more his thoughts seemed to revolve around the slow pace of the train and less of her. Yet it wasn't until the earthquake began that Isa knew things were starting to get very wrong. As the lights went out and the train slowed to a stop, Isa forced herself up from her chair. She wasn't the only one. Several individuals were eying Liam eagerly, and the brunette was certain she saw a syringe in one man's hand. Stop! Her mind lashed out, and the nit of people, including Liam himself, froze. Fuck! Isa bit out, before quickly darting to Liam and releasing her hold on his mind. Liam, this is scary! She cried. Liam, listen to me! I'm afraid of the dark! You need to calm down. Please, hold me! I need you to trust me. Your life may be in danger. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing against him. Please, I need you to play along for now. I'll explain everything, but we need to get to safety first!
Thread: The Hunted

Liam noticed her as the train began to shake, she had followed him. Who was she? He was confused and as the earthquake shook the train he wasnt sure what to do. He heard things in his head that sounded like a female voice. Soon he made it out to sound like the voice of the girl who had been following him. She was crying out in fear, or so he thought. She was speaking about her fright yet in his head her heard so much more. She was telling him to trust her, and all he could think about was how she was doing this. He held her to him, Of course, dont worry, Im sure everything will be okay. Ive been through quite a few smaller versions of these. He muttered as he began to think hoping if she could speak to him she could hear him too. Seriously who the fuck are you and how are you doing this? I need to get to work, so could you cut the shit. This earthquake, the mind shit. I must have forgotten to take my meds. Liam had a set of anxiety scripts that he was prescribed a couple years back when he started having major panic attacks when coincidentally tremors and small earthquakes occurred. He looked at the people around him, the train had stopped now and it was still dark. Most of the train was still in the middle of the tunnel, and the conductor had started speaking over the loudspeaker. There will be a short delay as we try to get the rail going again, these damned earthquakes have been putting us into frenzy lately, no worries everything seems to be just fine. About two or three minutes later the lights came back on and she was still in his arms. Well the lights are on again, Im going to get off here, this is my stop. He said as the train began to pull into a station he didnt truly recognize. He didnt care, something didnt feel right and he had to get away from her and the other people. Liam took off running and before long he noticed several men in suits chasing him down and he bit his lip trying to figure out where he was and where he could go.
Thread: The Hunted

In his arms, Isa pressed her face against Liam's shirt, hiding the smirk that was fighting for dominance on her face. Be nice. She scolded. I may be the one who's voice you're hearing in your thoughts, however those earthquakes are all you. The woman pushed herself up enough to catch him with one hazel eye. My name is Isa Rune. Currently, I'm the only wall protecting you from a windowless, metal cell in some nameless government building. Do you see all these people around you? The woman turned her head, letting her eyes roam to the many individuals around them both. They want you, because they believe you're a terrakenetic a man who can manipulate the earth itself. Whether or not that's true or not has yet to be seen. However these quakes only seem to happen in specific areas around this train, so they just might be onto something. As the lights came on and the train began moving again, Isa pushed herself off Liam. It's my job to ensure that the people after you don't succeed in placing you in that metal cell and pump you with enough drugs to have you twitching like a damned research monkey. As the train slowly pulled into the next station, the woman watched as Liam quickly departed. She also watched as several men exited the train as well, and Isa sighed to herself. Well, at least he got it into his head that the train was a bad place to be today. She ran a hand through curly locks in aggravation. Now to just ensure he doesn't get kidnapped along the way, stupid boy. With a soft groan that came from a history of potential allies running away from her in fear, Isa rose to her feet and slipped off the train right as the doors were closing. Looks like I'll be getting some PE in today. Lucky me. She muttered to herself, catching sight of the last man to exit the train before her setting off in a mad dash after her client. The woman jogged after him, letting a piece of her mind slip into his consciousness and looking through his eyes. And who knows, She thought vaguely to herself. I may yet get the chance to spill some blood.
Thread: The Hunted

Everything he heard in his head just started to confused him more, scaring him with every word. She said that he was responsible for the earthquakes, that he was something called 'terrakinetic'. He took out a cigarette and lit it before catching a taxi. He hoped in, rolled the window down, and let out a long drag. Liam sighed shaking his head, It's not real. None of this is real. He kept repeating it until the cab driver asked him for the third time Where to? Liam sighed lightly and told him the only address he could think of. His ex girlfriend's flat on the upper west side of the city. Everything the girl, Isa, had said started taking affect on him. He saw the men with the suits, and he could feel the eyes on him even more. He began to suspect his cab driver. Liam looked at the street signs to make sure that they were going to the right place. She's made me paranoid. Some crazy girl has gotten in my head, do you know where I could seek mental help? The cab rolled to a stop and he put his cash through the slot. He walked up the steps to the buzzer. He rang it several times before someone answered. Who is it? A man's voice was heard, and all Liam could think about was if they had his ex. Not a logical assumption, but it took hold in Liam's mind rather quickly. His anger began to grow and things started to shake around him. My name is Liam Carroway, and I think you need to leave.
Thread: The Hunted

Thank the gods they were in such a big city. The crowds alone hid Isa from the men pursuing Liam, which was the reason she was so grateful. There was little doubt in her mind that if those men noticed her pursuit, they just might think her a more appealing target over the Mod running away from them. Why chase prey when it happily came running into your arms? As if I'd go down that easy. The woman thought morbidly. I'll steal the minds of them and half the city before I let these bastards get the better of me. Yet the men in white never noticed her. Instead, like Isa, they slowed their pursuit as Liam darted to the streets, desperately hailing a cab. When one such vehicle approached, the men allowed the human traffic of New York to consume them, and Isa had to fight her way through the crowds to catch a glimpse of what cab came to his aid. Quickly, her mind hopped off the minds of the many passer-bys and into what could only be Liam. She doubted the cab driver would be so panic-ridden and paranoid over a girl he'd supposedly met on a train. The thoughts were chaotic and confusing, and for a brief moment Isa lost herself in his mind, riding Liam's thoughts like the waves of an ocean. And then he was gone, out of range, and Isa was herself once more. Yet she did not come away empty handed. She had a name. She had an address. Time to catch me a cab! The telepath chirped, only to pause, her eyes narrowing in thought. But first to deal with the pesky mosquitoes. The woman shifted through the crowd and to the curb, waving her hand as she hailed a cabbie of her own. And as she did her mind reached out, touching those who showed an interest in 'Target X'. Gently, the woman traveled through their heads, fingers lightly grazing areas that suddenly grew red with a nonphysical infection. Somewhere behind her, a man suddenly fell to the ground screaming. Another was raving, howling in pain from a nonexistent fire. And while one man was suddenly stricken blind a taxi approached. As she entered it a man fell to his knees choking, convinced he was drowning in a lake. The taxi pulled away, and after stating an address, Isa leaned back in her seat and smiled in bliss. I feel better now.
Thread: The Hunted

There was silence over the intercom, and the earth began to shake around him. He had no idea what was going on, but his anger was controlling him. He lifted his arms slowly and he noticed the cracks in pavement. A soft voice spoke to him to break the silence. Liam, it's me. What are you doing here and what the hell is going on? No one was there looking for him, and he was just losing his mind. I don't know, but I need help. Do you have a moment? Liam waited as his anger dissapated, the earth retuning to rest. The door opened and he ran upstairs. He flung her door open and looked to see a man, presumably her fianc. He had heard about him before, just never really pictured him. He was a little taller than Liam, and he had deep blue eyes that made Liam feel his green ones were dull and lackluster. Liam's dark hair was a mess by now and he looked unordinaroly crazy. He signed lightly, I'm sorry, I guess I didn't even put together the fact that you had a fianc. Some girl told me that I was being followed. She didn't say it, but I heard it, like telepathy or something. I know, it's ridiculous, but that's why I'm asking for help. Put me in a mental place, I've got money saved up, I just need direction. Liam noticed her fiance's shaking hand and before he could move there were people coming out of the bathroom and through the windows. I'm sorry. Jen cried and fell to her knees, they knew you were coming here, I couldn't stop them, he used... and with that Liam snapped. Shut the fuck up! You lying cunt! Liam lost control and before he blacked out her remembered the entire building tearing apart, several of the men in suits were impaled on the scraps of metal, blood covered his hands and clothes. He didn't remember much of anything else until he woke up.