James Carty proceeded to order up another round of liquor from the bartender. He could feel his head beginning to pound and knew he was going to feel this one in the morning...

OOC: What's the name of "the town" Tsurugi? Also, who is going to be the Game master?

Tsurugi walked the streets of the town looking for some place to go for his break. He decided he would get a little drink at the bar. Just a little since his father would be furious if he came back to work drunk.
He enters the town bar and sits down on a stool beside a man who seemed to be considerably drunk. The bartender walked up to the man and gave him his drink than turned to Tsurugi. "Can I help you"
"Just a beer, thanks."
"No Problem"
The bartender leaves and Tsurugi turns to his companion.
"I dont suppose your in for some conversation?"

OOC: I thought we would still let american do it i dont want to take this away from him but we would just continue the story till he got back.

they told him that he was crazy, they told him that he had "some sort of mental sickness" but oh no, they will regret it, by the gods they will all burn like the scum they are.

"all your times will come you will all in the end be nothing more than corpses on my driveway"

so while he entertained this thought he sat down in his rocking chair on the porch slowly rocking back and forth shotgun in hand. he could smell a feast of blood, not yet, but soon,

then they will all regret.

regret making fun of him

regret calling him insane

regret ignoring his warnings

...regret being born

OOC:Come on noone else thought of making a loonie in a zombie RP?

OOC: Thats because no one is going to want to keep you around when it comes to the killing.

OOC:that is true but the loonies are always the ones to have the better chance at zombies and hell its a change of prespective

Hello there can I join: First RP by the way

OOC: True...Should really know who is in on this so we can finalize and say no more joiners. I dont want to take control but we cant have people jumping in part way through...so whoever is in and has characters start posting and whoever is in and hasnt made a character hurry first eight are the ones I am assuming or since so many people wanted to join make it an even ten plus fat american of course. fat american it would also be nice if you would post and set some rules since you are the GM of this apparently lol.
So far we have:
fat american: unkown
Tsurugi- Tsurugi
killer8531- loonie
Dcarty745- James Carty
Kelethor- Tyler "Lucious" Miller
Jenkins- Wallace Jenkins
Mnemophage- Lilah
PedroSteckecilo- Henry "Hank" Bubowitz
GenHellSpawn- Sebastian "Jurrasik" King
Fl@nked- Unkown
DeadWater- Dereck Cole
So I guess we are FULL. NO MORE ENTRIES ( FOR THOSE WHO ASKED FIRST BUT GOT TAKEN OVER BY OTHER PEOPLE MAKING CHARACTERS THAN AMERICAN WILL HAVE TO DECIDE WHEN HE GETS BACK WHO GETS IN AND WHO DOESNT )

Can join b4 its too late?

The evening painted the sky tidal colors, black and blue and white in crisscrossing bands, and Lilah was monochrome in their lowering light. Her key in the library lock made such a deep, sepulchral sound, that it was one of the joys of closing the place - hearing it click, the security echoing. It was a comfort. It kept her mind off her solitude.
Five days, she had been told. She had been working like a machine, day in and day out - not only had she completely maxed out her overtime, but she hadn't had a day off in over a month. Her boss told her it was beginning to tell on her personality, but how could she tell the difference? One day melted into the next, every day, no matter where she was - she might as well be productive and happy while it happened.
Still, now she was alone. In the evening. In town. Watching people do what people do, milling about her in clots and eddies, filing into restaurants, theaters, bars. Somewhere down the street a distorted chord set the air on fire, followed by a crescendo of voices. She followed it like a lazy fish, drifting uncommitted with the current.
The current deposited her, thanks to a group of smokers banging elbows in the correct places, inside the open doorway of a bustling bar. A new place, to her, and one she was sure she didn't fit in at, despite having passed it every day on her way to work. Here, people had primped their plumage, painted their faces and were drinking to console themselves to their conversations - nothing she had any personal truck in, or personal resemblance to. She was thin, yes, and she supposed sort of pretty, but her high model's cheekbones were occluded by the thick-rimmed black glasses that kept her seeing, and her soft, healthy body was shielded by a comfortable gray cardigan and loose green silk slacks. When the girls brushed past her, their bodies were practically naked. No, she was a strange bird in this nest.
She meandered to the bar, noted the label on a passing laborer's beer and ordered something similar. She leaned, letting herself stretch out of the curlicue hunch she had acquired over the course of the day, and listened in on nearby conversations. Wasn't that what people did in places like this?

Nothing but the cool silence of early night... then... BAM, the kickback of the M40 felt great to Pfc. Jenkins, Jenks looked from the scope of his sniper right as the marker put the board back up

"nice" Jenkins whispered under his breath, "A perfect headshot."

Jenkins eased back to the scope of his M40, aiming up another shot, He did this everynight after a stress filled day at work. somehow, the kickback of a rifle, wether it be a M-16, M40, or even a Barret .50 Cal, just felt right.

"alright" Jenkins finally said "I think im done here, time to go to the bar and have a drink"

Jenkins signaled to his marker that he was done, got the O.K, picked up his M40, and left.
"its about god damn time i had a drink, I cant function without one"

No sorry man your just a little to late as you can see plot already started.

fair enuff

OOC: also the plus side of being a loonie is i dont have to post until im introduced or force myself into the picture

killer8531:
OOC: also the plus side of being a loonie is i dont have to post until im introduced or force myself into the picture

Well same with any character really...or we could just kill you off lol jk i think

OOC:that would be such a horrible move i- i would cry

name: Dereck Cole
age: 31
Height: 5'8
ethnicity: white
Derecks a drifter who always has his hunting knife and lighter on hand. He cares only about himself and those who can help him. He isn't big but he can handle himself very well.

Well i hope i can come on in.

Name: McHone, William
Age: 13
Height: 6'0(I am in real life)
Weight: 185
Ethnicity: White(Irish)

Your regular white boy that comes from the ghetto but it moving godspeed the hell away. Long blonde hair goes to his neck with a deep voice and his height many mistake him for being older. Not scared of shooting, Not really afraid at all at guns but as a religiously person would hope not to be on the side doing the shooting or anywhere near the shooting for the matter. He does well in school is in advance classes really good in science but cares little for it.(For later purposes to put input in about zombies traits and whatnot. Quite a bit of a movie enthusiat and a big gamer he has learned a few tricks and insight that he carrys with him. Like he will try to make freinds whenever possible and knows where the safty on a gun is and that you must and that you must chamber a new shotgun round, something that people that either knows and has experience using guns or has seen quite a bit and heard a bit would know.

OOC: Little heads up of whats going on so i put in some finishing action of where the hell i'm at what i'm carrying and whatnot?

You need to read up sorry man your too late....

OOC: If fat american doesnt come back either I am going to host it or I will get somebody else to would everybody switch to the other forum if I did that?

OOC: I am cool with you hosting, for there is the fact that fat american hasn't posted in two days...

"Um... yea hi my names James", he said while extending his hand for a shake. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fairly attractive woman enter the bar.

OOC: Maybe we could try to meet the other players as a plot point or something. Then that way we wouldn't hijack fat americans story. BTW,
to the host we need to know the following:
town name
locations in town

OOC:if i get to keep my loonie im okay with it

Chracter: Tyler "Lucious" Miller
Age: 19
size: 5'7
Ethnicity: Jewish [pale, but not "un-healthy" so]
Job: College Student [on vacation, returning to his old high-school town]

he only just hopped off the bus and he got a crummy fealing, "damn," as he takes a Drag from his ciggarete "left the rest of my smokes on the bus" sighing, holding a duffle bag in his other free hand, he began walking towards the market " maybe I can pick some up in town"

OOC: Tsurugi mind if I meet yyour guy at the market?

Trudging into some small hick filled town, Dereck had no intentions of stopping. He was heading north to god knows where. It didn't matter really, there was no reason for it, but there was no reason not to. He had no house, no money, no family, no reason to stay anywhere.

It had been a long ways since the last town. He hadn't eaten real food or had a real drink in days, only the crap he found on the shoulder of the road, and small animals. It wouldn't hurt to just stop in at a bar for a quick drink, maybe something to eat.

Everyone in the place sat in groups except for a cute girl at the bar. He sat down next to her with a loud thud to get her attention.

" Hey, you need another drink?"

Couldn't hurt to try and get some before heading out of town, plus he could leave her with the bill.

"Hi mine's Tsurugi" Tsurugi said as he extended his hand to shake James'.
"If you can't pronounce it go ahead and call me what you want"
A few more people had begun entering the bar including a girl who didn't seem like she came to this sort of place often. Also a man who looked down on his luck entered the bar and sat down buy a woman asking if he could buy her a drink.
"Typical slobs" thinks Tsurugi to himself as he watches this man.

OOC: I am not at the market i left there and went to the bar

Tsurugi:
OOC: If fat american doesnt come back either I am going to host it or I will get somebody else to would everybody switch to the other forum if I did that?

I'd be fine with you taking over, at least till fat american gets back

James began chatting with Tsurugi, noticing an ever more incessant buzzing sound in his head...

OOC: So I think it's settled then Tsurugi can host this thang until fat american gets back, if he ever does. Alright, Tsurugi do you think you have this story developed so far? I mean if fat american has thought of a story he can just roll with the punches when he gets back and continue... BTW guys let's not all hit on the one chick in our group lol.*cough* Deadwater *cough*

OOC: Somewhat I have got some ideas. lol i noticed that too..I made a comment about slobs hehehe. Its going to be a lot more work than what I thought i would be doing when i joined this thing thats for sure. Does anybody want to do lynching....I just found that cooler but we dont have to I guess I will put it to a vote. Though changing it like that might be too much in case fat american comes back.

OOC: In my opinion no, because that would make us seem very similar to another lynch game done not to long ago...

OOC: Oh ya the zombie RP lynch thing i remember that ok than no lynching

OOC: Hey Pedro, can we use the same format your using for the rp you created? Like everyone have one turn then advance the plot? You seem an expert maybe you could help out me and Tsurugi here?

OOC: Some other people need to post lol

Jenkins made his way into the bar, the night was dark, cool... calm.

"heyyyyy bigfoot how you doin?"

Jenkins sat down at the bar, he looked around a bit, (something that has been drilled into him since day one of the marines) he saw a couple of men sitting by the door, a nice looking girl who was sitting across from him, sipping a drink, and a nervious kinda jittery man sitting by himself

"hey jack, gimmie the usual, but make it extra stiff"

jack, the bartender laughed back as he turned around to get the drink

"ahaha, must have been a hard day jenkies?"

Jenkins replied

"john if you werent my bartender I would have killed you in 5 different manners"

ahh, Jenkins smiled to himself, "tonight will be a great night"

OOC: I'm guessing all the characters are meeting in this bar? I haven't read that much.

IC: Sebastian could find not a single thing to do on this excruciatingly average night. He continued to walk down the street when he found a bar, which he had a stupid urge to enter. He was ignoring the fact he could've just called his driver and went home to his mini bar. But no, tonight, he thought, he would embrace the lower dregs of society.
He walked in, and noticed that he had gathered much undue attention because of what he was wearing: A long, black trench coat, and matching cargo pants and T-shirt, which would have looked more normal if he had not forgotten to remove his stolen kevlar armor pads around his shoulders and knees. He sat down, ordered a drink, and hoped nobody turned around and tried to beat the crap out of him.

OOC: im much to loonie to go to a bar

OOC: Ok so who wants me to continue the story and start the zombies?