Meltdown

This is my zombie RP, and I'll lay some ground rules.

1. You say, "Hey, I wanna Join!"
2. I TELL YOU YOUR NAME AND BACKGROUND.
3. You do NOT say "I'm too lazy to look up their names" Play the RP right, whiny bitch.
4. This city HAS NO ARMORIES. The National Guard is not stationed here. You will not get rifles. PERIOD. If you don't like it, get fucked.


In the small city of North Richland Hills, Texas, a tragedy has occured. It's November, and IT'S A PSYCHOBILLY FREAKOUT!! No. It's a zombie infestation. Grab something blunt, cause here they come.

Me: Trevor MacTavish
Appearance: Hair - Red, Shaggy
Clothing - Social Distortion hoodie with a Blazer over it, Black leather gloves with Red triangles on them, Worn blue Jeans, A Pair of Converse High tops, Pretty tall and thin.

Trevor is a 19 year old Bank Teller. He's a very poor kid, always has been. He's currently out and about, trying to find a secure location to hide.

Yeah, I get to choose MY character.

Kroen: Taylor Sinquede
Appearance: Hair- Short and Blue
Clothing - Long sleeved Tool shirt, black pants and a pair of black boots. Small kid.

18 year old Canadian. In Texas visiting Trevor when this happened.

Tim: Timothy Plummer
Appearance - shaggy brown hair, Plain black, long sleeve shirt, brown cargo pants, Plain, Black boots, slightly pale kid.

Tim is a 21 year old bank teller at the bank Bloody works at. He's obsessed with the military and firearms, and is currently enjoying a lovely cocaine addiction.

Thes - Anthony Wade
Appearance - Almost completely bald, wears a Sevendust shirt with a leather jacket, along with Blue jeans. Wears Converse High-Tops, all black.

Anthony Wade is a 20 year old Black man who teaches martial arts, and is a black belt in Tang Soo Do.

Will - Wiliam Harold
Appearance - Gangly kid, long-ish black hair, wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo jeans. Also wearing a pair o black Vans, and Headphones on his neck.

24 year old Hal Asian man. Mom came from Korea. Fancies himself a DJ.

Hey I want to be in!

Creeeeeeepy...I'll join.

P.S. Sorry for my bullshitting, Bloody. I just like to make the typically impossible into the obnoxiously possible. It's a gross habit, I know.

If this argument continues one post after this, I'm out-right deleting the thread. End of story.

Bloody, Bio's please?

Count me in I guess.. And be fuckin' creative. Not racist.

What the fuck? THERE IS NO ARGUMENT. Shut the fuck up and quit abusing mod powers.

So why was my post edited?

A: Purposefully instigating another user in a completely un-related thread. Bloody, I'd hardly call it abusing. Storage was screaming about terrible RPs and Kroen was only responding to his trolling.

However, it's your thread, so I'll let you deal with your threads in the future.

If anyone else wants to join, do it in the next thirty minutes, because I'm about to cut off registration.

Mmmm, yay, a cocaine addiction. I'm sure this will be great when I get cut off from my miracle drug!

AWWWRIIIGHT LET'S GET STARTED!

Our faithful little gang has been trapped inside of a bank, which has parts off-limits due to construction. DRAMA ENSUES! Btw, zombie aren't infectious.

*Trevor flicks out z lighter, lighting up a cigarette, and taking a drag*

Well. This sucks.

*Tim looks around the room jumpily, as he has snorted up in hours* Well shit, man, there's gotta be a gun in here somewhere...for just in case we get robbed or something...

Shut up, junkie. Trevor, you got any bright ideas or are we stuck here?

DAMNIT, IT'S MY BROTHER'S FAULT! U-ummm, sorry, I didn't mean to do that.

trevor, do me a favour, since you started this thread, you start the zombie attacks

I need to bathe *opens up blinds and scouts outside*
Trevor, does your shower still work?

Now why the fuck would a bank have a working shower?

Never know..the--your right..but I smell worse then a pig in shit.

Junkie, I said, shut the fuck up!

Hey! Cool it. He's right, it was a stupid question.
*scratches cheek* Any suggestions? I don't see any outside..but I don't want to risk anything...how much supplies do we have left?

*Trevor takes in a large drag before hopping off the counter*

Now then..

*smacks Tim And Anthony* Play nice, boys. There are no guns. The only armed guy here was Cleatus, the guard. And he left hours ago to investigate. An-
{THUD}

What the fuck was that?

* a shadow is seen against the distorted glass, pounding the glass*

"And suddenly...I head a tap...as if something were gentlyrapping...rapping at my chamber door.."

*sits up quickly* someone go take a look.

The glass is warped dumbass. It's this contemporary art bullshit.

Look, I'm a little edgy, alright?

A littl- A LITTLE EDGY?! Oh..god-=fucking-dammit. Let's go look for something Blunt.

*squints at Tim*

AS IN SOLID AND HEAVY.

Theres a furniture store not far from here right? unless you want to beat zombies to death with a cash register.