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Jett sat into his hip, watching her carefully. It wasn't often he saw a hybrid on the city streets, especially while the sun was still high. Though they were most commonly found in the wilderness, many of the intelligent ones made their way to the camps on city borders and lived among the motley assortment of beings that usually populated those areas. He had only had the privilege of meeting a handful of hybrids who weren't completely feral, and even then the majority had bee halfwits, unable to perform basic tasks and needing special supervision.
Jett assumed this girl was lost, possibly a new pilgrim who had been separated from her group or a loner. He wasn't sure how to proceed â€“ she was shy, obviously, and he was sure that she wasn't likely to trust a stranger like him even if he had managed to enchant her for the moment. However, he couldn't leave her on her own, so there was little left for him to do.
â€śWhere do you live?â€ť
Due to a Sudden Disappearance...The roleplay will be started over from here on - should the missing roleplayer in question ever make it out of whatever fireswamp, jungle, or mountainous terrain they have become lost in they will have the opportunity to appear in this new rendition of the roleplay as the same character they started with or a new one.
If a zombie was an undead human, did that mean they were edible?
Verit stared quizzically down at the brainless and very clumsy thing that had been so smart as to fall and get stuck in an uncovered manhole. It probably stepped right into the pit, one leg hanging down into the hole as the rest of its body lay belly-down over it, kind of like a board lain over a ditch. Nudging its lolling head around with his foot, Verit contemplated the viability of it being the day's lunch. Probably past the expiry date, but he'd tried to eat nastier things before.
He did not expect it to suddenly snap and try to take off his leg as he gave it an experimental kick, and he quickly scuttled backwards out of reach. "Hey!" he shouted at it. "I'm the one that's going to do the eating around here if there's any to be done!" Luckily for him, however, the zombie didn't give chase- it was mostly still stuck. It gurgled and hissed and shuddered about, but only succeeded in snapping its own arm off. And the rest came tumbling after.
No eating it was, then.
Grumbling, he turned his back on the manhole and scanned the area for some other easy picking. No luck- the front of the Asian restaurant was pretty deserted for all he could see.
His nose told him otherwise, though. Underneath the reek of garbage was the telltale scent of human. Living, breathing human.
Now, where was the lone rascal...?
Jett's arms were plunged into the garbage well past his elbows. The smell had made its way deep into his nose and skin, and he knew well from past experience that it would stick with him until he bathed. He felt his fingers rub against the skin of a fruit he thought he recognized, and upon digging it out he found an apple clutched in his hand which he promptly pocketed. Anything he could find would do at that point.
He looked up at the sun, staring blankly for a few moments before returning to his task. He wasn't eager to be caught in the dark, and since the last attack on the solar station by the vandals none of the light forecasts had been accurate. Light and darkness fluctuated without any detectable pattern. It may have been midday, but that didn't mean it was certain the sun would stay lit for any longer.
Jett turned back to the garbage before him. He wasn't going to head back to the Vaudeville camp with a single apple even if it had him digging until the sun threatened to fall from the sky.
Jett heard the footsteps but kept up with his work even after the stranger was in view. He glanced up and stared for a moment at the man before him, then turned back to his work like he hadn't been disturbed in the first place. It wasn't unusual for someone to run into him while he was digging through the trash, and he didn't seem to show any embarrassment at his situation.
He had noticed the stranger's appearance, and it had caught his attention. It wasn't easy to put his finger on, but he knew that, despite looks, this person wasn't quite human. Maybe a more humanoid alien, he thought, but he didn't seem to quite fit that profile either.
In a fluid action, Jett hopped the side of the dumpster and landed gently on his feet. He grabbed his hat and, with one hand, flipped it up in the air and ducked his head underneath it. With the other hand he flicked his wrist, shooting his found apple out at the stranger.
Jett gave a single nod â€“ he was beginning to piece things together, but he was still unsure of exactly what kind of creature this stranger happened to be. He knew most of the common types, but there seemed to be a constant stream of new-coming aliens and hybrids, and he didn't have the time to remember all of them.
â€śMore your taste?â€ť
Jett reached behind him and pulled a sizable chunk of meat in his hand which he held out in an offering manner. It was raw and smelled like it had been so for quite some time â€“ there was no doubt it was a handful of days past its expiration, but in those streets it was better than nothing. He had often found better pickings, but of late he had suspected someone else had taken to the same dumpster and was robbing it of its contents before he got the chance.
He imagined, for just a few seconds, that it was probable that this stranger was that very person, but he hadn't seen them before, and he was very sure he could recognize such a distinguished face if they'd ever happened to cross paths before, even in passing.
No, no wait. Since when were humans so content with giving things away? There had to be something wrong with this one. Possibly a disease, maybe some alien parasite eating away and its brain. Potentially a brain tumor. Maybe it had worms.
Verit was feeling a chill attack the back of his neck, making his hackles raise. If only the human wasn't so- so weird! He could just eat it already! It needed to fight back or something! Be afraid! Anything other than this strange behaviour. Verit was balking, and needed some sort of confirmation to make him go for it. Curse the cautious nature.
Verit growled lowly, baring his teeth and lowering his stance into a more threatening one. Kill the thing before he lost his mind over it, that was his decision.
Jett was no fool â€“ the second he heard the start of a growl he knew he was intended as lunch, but there was no chance of him escaping without serious injury which was something he wasn't intent on risking. There was little for him to do, and even after taking a quick glance around the alley he couldn't find anything in range to use as a shield or weapon that the creature couldn't get to before him. He relaxed his posture even more in an attempt to look harmless, open, easy.
â€śHungry? It smells like pork.â€ť
It was an unusual scene like a poorly done Western showdown, which Jett was incredibly aware of. He'd been in too many to count with all sorts of creatures, so he had begun to find different formulas that seemed to get him out of trouble when he faced it. His tactic: Disarm.
Verit was already deaf to the human's words when he lunged forward, the apple dropping to the ground as he shot towards the human a speeding vehicle. Only creatures not from this planet were capable of such bursts of speed, and in the moment Verit was confident in his ability to overtake the human. They were a weak species, with barely any natural self-defense methods... They were far inferior to him.
Verit smashed his elbow into the side of the human's head, landing a hard kick to its legs. However, his knees suddenly buckled and his movements slowed drastically the moment he whipped back around. Damnit...!
He staggered, lightheaded, before collapsing backwards, his chest heaving. Black spots threatened to overtake his vision as his breathing came in ragged. He felt a familiar, feverish burn hit him, the telltale sign that he'd exerted himself too much all at once. He swore under his breath, his limbs suddenly seeming far too heavy to lift. He really should have eaten that girl when he had the chance.
The world has become a new place. Some people call it impossible, but others just call it apocalyptic. There's barely a government, and what's left of it is corrupt and dangerous - the people live in factions, gangs, or try to survive on their own, and the only peace between them are through the pacts that have been made. The rich thrive and keep themselves safe, but anyone unfortunate enough to be less than that spends every day hoping to stay alive.
Ghouls - they're intelligent beings, humanoid in appearance. Their skin rots, and their lifespan is determined by how long their meat stays on their bones.
Zombies - they're dumb and benign unless angered or bothered. They're brainless, so essentially they don't do anything except wander around, bump into things, and (on the occasion) turn into a terrifying killing and flesh-eating monster. These aren't characters, but they can be used by any writer as a tool, the way one would write about a pet or object a character interacts with. If you plan on using a zombie, PM me to clarify what you want to use one for.
Humans - just like us, but now they share their planet with many other species. Many feel cheated out of their home, and most scramble to keep their kind from dying out.
Aliens - there are many, many kinds, and over the years they've adapted to the newness of the world. From tall to small, these creatures come in all shapes, sizes, and origins. (PM me to clarify what kind of alien you would like to be - it has to be your own creation or one that someone else in the roleplay has made up).
Mutts - an alien-human, alien-alien, ghoul-alien offspring.
Hybrids - always different, always weird, hybrids are animal-human-zombie creatures. Whether four legs or two, each species of hybrids are as oddly animal as they are humanoid. Some can talk, most can't, but all have a highly feral nature and are willing to 'defend' themselves quickly through force.
Additional - any species you think should be on this list that isn't. PM me if you have any ideas.
THE ROLEPLAY SLOGAN: Falcon hug that piece of beef jerkwad
No godmoding, guys - be cool
Come up with your own, unique charater, but make their personality realistic. No one likes a Mary Sue or an impossible character.
You only get to kill another character, or injure, if you have the writer's permission.
Don't let things that happen in character affect or influence how you treat someone out of character, and please don't use your character as a way to get at another roleplayer. Don't be cheap.
If you want to write a huge post, go for it! Write a huge one! But, before you do so, write up a message in the OOC chat to let everyone else know it might be a bit and to wait to post until you finish.
If you need to write a post that connects directly to a previous post, but you're worried that someone else might post before you can finish writing, say something in the OOC chat and everyone will wait to post until your done, but you only have a 4 hour window to finish up and post.
Always check the OOC before you post, just so you know what's up.
Breaking the rules can end up in being expelled (kicked out, or whatever you want to call it) from the roleplay depending on the offence.
Lastly, if you have any questions, hit me up. If you choose to be an alien, mutt, or hybrid, send me a message giving me more information on your character as well as an example of what your roleplay post might be like so I can get a sense of what kind of writer you are. If I like your moxie, you're in.