United States of America: Texas; Galveston. 2045: April 3; 10:00:00.
This can't be happening...
The 17-year-old ran down to the left into the blind alley to avoid his pursuers. He looked around to find a way up to the rafters and saw someone standing over him. The figure quickly turned away. He climbed onto the dumpster at the back of the no through road and nearly lost his footing as he tried to stand up. He reached up and got his hands onto the parapet. He got up onto the rooftop as quickly as he could. He stood back up, the figure turned around, and he saw...
A ginger with pale skin and violet eyes dressed up in a straitjacket. He stopped for a moment -
Wait; why the hell did I hesitate?!
- he heard footsteps; she turned back around again and he ran after her, trying to work out exactly what the f*ck was going on.
They ran across to the right, at which point she jumped off to the adjacent building. He followed...
and lost his footing. He pulled himself up, got off the ledge, and kept running after her. They kept going.
...Why did this happen?...
They reached an apartment building. She made her way quickly - almost inhumanly - down the stairs. He followed her.
They ran across the ghetto, and he was running out of breath; they crossed the street...
He saw them. They were all masked up; they looked slightly like SWAT teams. He didn't take the time to think; he just kept running. He watched them as they prepared to take a shot at him and called all their colleagues.
He took a breath and chased after her as quickly as he could. She made her way down the nearest back alley. They kept moving, going down every nearest turn, until they reached a narrow street filled with local residents and the girl just decided to run across it. He chose to follow after her and head straight. They ran until, after a couple of blocks, she made a turn to a corner at the right and headed into some empty warehouse. He followed.
As they made their way inside, she stopped and looked around. He waited for a moment to breathe. She stood completely still in front of a chained, locked up door.
"Who the ffff... Who... Who are you?!" he asked her.
She didn't reply; in fact, it kind of looked like she was becoming catatonic.
Great; that's just...
Suddenly the lock shifted; the chains began to move, and...
The chains snapped. The metal tore itself apart. The student watched her, absolutely shocked. The vibrations sent out a noise for miles. She headed in. He went after her into the next room. She headed for the door to try to close it, then froze and gripped her head. He saw she was in pain, and headed over to close it for her. She rested for a moment, then got back up. She stood still again. He watched her. Then he heard the chains on the other side as she sealed them back together. She talked to him.
"We're safe... for now."
About 30 minutes or so passed; then, the ambience grew louder. There it was; the noise; the metal; it kept beating on and on. Strangely enough, there hadn't been any sound coming from the people who were traversing this part of the city's general environs for a while.
Then it resounded:
A tank fired a shot directly through the side of the warehouse, across the room which they had been hiding in. The sound completely stunned them both for a moment. She was knocked out. They walked right into the breach. He was nervous as hell. He reached for her to wake her up. He gripped her arm; her eyes shot open...
Then, everything ceased.
She woke up, and he was on his knees.
What... the f*ck?!...
He turned towards her.
"...What the f*ck did you do to me?!"
"I need you..."
They began to make their way to them; their firearms were now at point-blank range.
"Quick; when they take us, the investigator: look him in the - agh!"
What the hell?!
"I have rights!"
A man out of uniform stood over them and began talking to them.
"We're here for the detention of a couple of military criminals; you have no rights."
They were handcuffed and led away.
"Hurry; look at m - gah!"
They tied up her mouth. He looked at her, and, suddenly:...
?! - I see...
They were taken outside, driven away, and later taken across a gate to an airstrip, where multiple craft - most probably for escort - awaited. They were led into one, and the aircraft briefly lifted off; the suited person who wasn't in uniform was standing in the corner. She looked desperately at him again...
God; I know; just give me a moment to think about this...
After a minute or so, he was ready. He opened his eyes and felt the person's thoughts.
They look different from how I imagined. Then again, they told me...
Wait a minute; these kids don't look like...
He tried to set the vibes of his thoughts off strongly.
Well, maybe that chick in the straitjacket does seem a little suspicious... and why aren't they in school?
Maybe it's because you - I don't know - spent several hours of the day detaining them?!
Ah; that's right... Maybe I should...
"Turn it back around; these aren't the suspects... neither of them."
They landed back at the airship pad. The federal agent kicked them down out of the plane and took out his handgun. Another investigator carrying a tank of gasoline from inside the airship stood outside to his right and lit a match. The former readied his gun, and...
All the aircraft suddenly detonated. A few pieces of metal hit the man with the firearm (especially in the back of his neck) and knocked him down. He was bleeding severely and clearly about to die. The other investigator was suddenly lit in flames; the unexpected conflagration immediately consumed him.
They calmly walked away.
1. All SPPf rules apply.
2. God-modding is not allowed, except by the Owner (myself) or a Co-Owner if it is necessary to cause the plot to progress.
3. Controlling others' characters is not permitted.
4. Flaming is prohibited.
5. People are forbidden from controlling NPCs which are created by other people without their permission (save for myself and any Co-Owners).
6. You may not make sub-plots without my consent.
7. Make an attempt to actually use proper English in this game.
At the start of the game, practically everyone's going to be in Galveston. For your character's history, you might want either a high school student who lives there (foreign exchange students are alright) or a college-aged character who's either visiting there or is going to a university there. Essentially everyone else is in school right now (although some may not be). Right now, for available cities to start in, there's Galveston, Houston, maybe London (you won't get to play until much later if you choose to start out there), Reggio di Calabria, and Shinjuku. If you choose from the beginning for your character to have a psychic ability, they won't get an opportunity to become any other kinds of characters with certain abilities later on. However, if you join now, your character's abilities will already have started off getting stronger, and have ended up being exponentially more powerful by the time the RP progresses.
So far, psychics are the only type of character with special abilities. There will be more later on; if you wait for the plot to progress, you'll see, and you might even get something(s) in return. No one will begin having psychic abilities; they'll be given to them shortly after you post and they'll become much stronger as the game gradually progresses. THE PLOT THICKENS VERY QUICKLY.
There will be multiple cities where the game will be set which will be substantially different from their real-life counterparts.
I've been considering having this RP take place about 100 years even further into the future; if anyone thinks this would be a good idea, tell me.
The game is considerably futuristic; there is sustained nuclear fusion and there are airships...
Also, mind games; lots and lots of mind games...
Spoiler:- My Sign Up:
Name: Joshua Nafisu
Personality: He is a brilliant (albeit occasionally unmotivated) junior who works adequately hard to get his plans accomplished. He really didn't find much purpose in life until he gained his newfound psychic ability. He was taught by his father to act as if he has a reason to be proud, but it really just makes him feel like an arrogant d#%cheb&g. He hates life, although he knows he has no right to. He believes everyone deserves to go to hell (including himself), but no one should have to. He believes strongly in the notion that people choose what they will do, and essentially thinks "Why else would people be so vicious and the world be so terrible for any reason other than that people have free will?"; that all human suffering is the price to pay for everyone to be able to choose between what is justice and what is evil. He's a bit too serious or distraught as a result of his own mistakes too frequently to relate to other people well. In spite of his antisociality, he honestly does care about other people, and would willingly endure hell to accomplish what's best for other people (to do what he knows is right).
Appearance: He stands at 5'09" and weighs about 145 lbs. He has jet hair, somewhat pallid skin from always staying indoors, and dark eyes; his eyes turn red while using his power. He generally wears khakis and a plain black t-shirt; he sometimes wears collared shirts (which are usually blue or green). He has simple dark blue running shoes. He carries a dark grey backpack and a black binder with him all of the time. He is in decent physical condition.
History: He was born and raised in Galveston. He has one older brother who's his senior by 7 years, and an 11-year-old younger sister. His father is a medical practitioner who also ended up being a Lieutenant in the Marine Corps due to having decided to join ROTC in college. His mother was a successful particle physicist. They all lived in a condominium which his father had bought, in a building which a few of his closest friends from school and college had also chosen as their residence. His older brother is currently working on becoming a lawyer. He has always been excellent in school, but, recently, had been getting excessively complacent.
Power: Empathy; he can read people's hearts, souls, and minds, and starts off initially only being able to get a vague idea of what people's ways of thinking are, with occasional moments in which he completely sees their thoughts (that is, aside from when he uses his capability intentionally). He can also influence an extent of how people think by exchanging some of his thoughts and considerations with them. Eventually he's going to lose control of it and start seeing absolutely everything which everyone around him is thinking without being able to turn it off.
Joined: None as of yet.
Reserved: None as of yet.
Reservations only last for a week at a time.
Co-Owner(s): 1 Open
To be a Co-Owner, you have to be on this thread frequently (at the very least, post about 2-3 times per week). Being a Co-Owner will let you know an extent of what the plot is going to have happen in advance. You will also get the opportunity to influence part of how the plot will turn out, as well as, if you desire, whatever additional sub-plot(s) you want (although, of course, you'll have to have my approval).
Gender: Either male or female.
Age: Generally 16-24.
Personality: At least 5 sentences.
Appearance: At least 5 sentences.
History: At least 7 sentences.
Power: Optional, and preferably accompanied by a flaw.
Last edited by Truly Deceptive; 17th June 2013 at 8:23 PM.