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Everyone gets locked inside of a Supermarket over the weekend! There is no way out and the market/store has a very very high security budget --- so there's no escape. Ration food, try to put up with eachother, and wait it out is all that you can do. Good luck!

Exercising his mechanical arm, Brandt paced up and down the aisles, not exactly sure why he was even in the store. He knew he was sent out for something, but for what, he couldn't remember. His pace slowed down as he started on his third round of the store, trying to jog his memory. He eventually gave up, deciding it'd be best just to go back and ask what he was sent for, since a cell phone was not present in any pocket. 

 

However, as he was about to push open the door, he stopped. His last two rounds he saw no one around, and when he pushed on the door, it didn't budge. Nothing moved, the store was still, and he was concerned. Maybe he just had to camp out for the night, it wasn't going to be so bad. Maybe he could build a fort out of those carts like he always wanted to. Except most of the carts were parked out front of the store, so he really couldn't do that either. Instead, he sat on one of the check out lanes, the power cut off from the hungry machines, and stared out, completely bored now. He took the candy boxes and started to build those up instead, trying to amuse himself for the oncoming hours.

''Polishing stuff....polishing stuff..got it! oh wait no...'

This was frustrating, vaan had been looking for ''polishing stuff'' for nearly two hours and still had not found what he was looking for. Too stubborn to ask for help he had strolled down every aisle dragging that enormous sword with him.There were light white marks on the floor which showed where the boy had been walking.Vaan pouted and let out a frustrated sound.''Na! What kind of supermarket does not have ''polishing stuff''.''He glared daggers at the door with the sign which read ''Staff only''.

''Hm, I bet they're just keeping it in the back.''

He took the sword in his other hand and walked over to the checkout area, looking for a member of the staff.''hello?'' A gush of wind could be heard and tumbleweed rolled by.Vaan sweatdropped, rubbing the back of his head.

''Hello~~? I am a costumer in distress!''

''What a great service...''

Rann shoved his hand into his pocket. This store, like all the other stores he had visited, seemed to suffer from an unfortunate lack of uranium. 

The clerks had all been very rude to him as well, one had even threatened to call the cops on him when he inquited as to whether or not it could be special ordered. 

Bothersome. Perhaps the department store down the road would produce better results. 

Although, the fact that the door was locked was going to be a bit of an issure here. He glanced up at the lock system. Yes, yes, this would be easy to get open. He just needed to find a golf cart, a fog machine, a leaf blower, 22 rolls of duct tape and a bag of marshmallows.

...Well, he had he marshmallows. These stores really needed to expand their inventory.

Condemned strolled slowly through the isles with a train of carts behind him, litterally filled and overflowing with alllll the kinds of food items. At this point he wasn't even looking at what was being put into the carts, he was just holding an arm out as he passed down the isle and knocking everything at shoulder-height into the cart infront of him. Maybe this would be enough food to last a month this time? Probably not, but that was fine, this particular store had not bann him from the premasis yet, so he was fine with continuting to come back and raid them every so often.

(Pft, Con refuses to do anything, so that's all I'm going to do for right now, it's terrible, sorry. He's so not fun. :/ I'll do more next reply...or. Something.)

Vaan was using his sword to make drawings in the floor while waiting for a staff member to pop up.He did not came across as one, but Vaan was quite the artist.After about seven drawings the boy finally noticed that no-one would come since the supermarket had already closed.He got locked in!Panic welled up in him and he ran for the door and started banging on it with force.

When he noticed that it did not help, Vaan lifted his sword and started swinging it against the door.His attempt were in vain, he did not even leave a scrath.''What kind of wicked sorcery is this?!''The boy exclaimed, sinking to his knees.

Brandt jumped at the sudden noises coming from the door. Some dude was bashing at it with an oversized sword, reminding the bored cyborg that there were video games back home he had to watch other people play, since they're always filled with oversized swords too. Turning his body, and leaving his wall of candy boxes behind him, he sat and watched the seemingly younger kid, studying the yelling and falling over in frustration. Brandt was slightly confused, they were in a store with all the food they needed, why panic about getting out? Turning his upper body around, he grabbed a candy bar out of his fort wall, and as he turned back, he used the force to toss the candy at the kid, letting it slide easily into his leg. Brandt stayed where he was, now using the dividers people use to separate their groceries on the conveyor belt as the next portion of his wall.

 

Too bad there were only four of them. He really couldn't get far with his wall.

''Nyaaa!'Vaan let out a high-piched but manly squeak as he felt something hit his leg and then everything went in slow motion.The huge weapon slipped out of his hands and the boy watched with growing horror how his most precious possession dug itself into the ceiling.Vaan stared at the sword for a few moments, his expression unreadable.

Abruptly he turned around and asked with indignation.''What was that for, can't a guy freak out when he feels like it?''He pointed an accusing finger at the perpetrator.''Now my sword is stuck and...what happend to your arm, are you a robot?''

Vaan suddenly popped up next to the the taller guy and started to move his robotic arm.''Cool, it moves!.... Arm goes up, arm goes down, arm goes up, arm goes down.''

Brandt flinched slightly as the huge weapon fixed itself into the ceiling, somehow oddly surprised that store security wasn't going off because of the damaged infrastructure. He flicked his attention back to the owner of the weapon, watching him address Brandt about spooking him, before he popped up next to the cyborg. Brandt merely watched him, never speaking, and took his latest tower of grocery dividers and added them on top of the candy box tower, before ripping down the tower and making a castle wall out of it instead. He thought about it for a few moments, then realized it was probably impolite to not acknowledge the questions.

 

"Well, what happened is that my arm is robotic. I am a robot no more than your sword is stuck in the ceiling, by the way, how are you planning on getting it unstuck?" he replied simply, his tone near unreadable. It was more of a matter of fact tone, though could easily, and probably would be, taken as a dodgy, secretive tone. Especially since he quickly changed the subject.

Mark was angry at the moment, he wanted that donut really badly, and to a lesser extent that plutonium. "Stupid commies  making this god d#$n grocery store." He said as he continued walking through the isles searching for something, he was not really sure what but he wanted something. Mark while on his quest to find something found one of those big bins of discount candy. Realizing there were no rules he plunged his hand into the bin and started eating all the candy, except the strange candy that tastes spicy which he threw to the ground. He then turned around and caught a glimpse of something, angered by the idea people were coming to steal his cand, Mark fired a warning shot from his proton pack and screamed "It's mine you communists!"

His eyes grew wide and he let go of the guy's arm.''That's right.... my sword!''Quickly,he dashed the spot right under his sword.He stared at it,then he stretched his arms as if he could reach it and jumped.It was useless!

He looked from his giant sword still stuck in the ceiling to the guy with the robotic arm with sad puppy-eyes.''Help?''He even pouted a little.''Please mister robot arm?''

Suddenly the sound of a shot being fired startled him and he leaped into air.''Ohwaaa!''As soon as his feet touched the ground again he ducked and screamed.''The pirates are invading the main land, save your children!''

Depends.
Whatever we want to do. Will be updated fairly often as players stop replying or it becomes borring.
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I DEMAND YOU CREATE A CHARACTER RANDOMLY AND THROW IT IN HERE AND WE WILL RP SOMETHING --- IT WILL BE FUN, DO IT.

 

If you don't I'll probably just rp with myself in a totally not creepy way, lol.