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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 9:10 am
In space, no one can hear you scream. In the year 2300, earth launched a plan to set out and find a new planet that would be inhabitable for humans. After a few weeks of space travel crew members began seeing weird signs among others, crew members finding weird infections among others, and some of them dying from it. They've kept them in chambers to find an antidote to combat the infection, but soon it contracted to everyone, warping there minds and changing them, changing there behavior and how they act. The scientist developed suits that can combat against the infectious virus, but sadly they were unable to completely finish the project and kept the suits into containment. The infection grew as time went on until it grew to the point that scientists wanted to abort the program and leave. As crew members tried to escape they lost control with the shuttle and soon was caged within the shuttle in a death trap, they did escape in a containment field, but for how long?...Because In space, no one can hear you scream...
In this RP there are certain jobs that you can take:
Engineer
Technician
Medic
Scientist
Also, this RP involves some thinking on survival, you will encounter creatures, but lack the weapons to combat said creatures. Don't spawn a weapon from thin air, no god like powers or abilities, your a human being like you and me. Please keep it PG-13 and keep the languege to a point.
If you need a weapon, here is an example:
"John looked about as he found himself cornered, the monster grew closer letting out a sickly groan with every step, he looked down and found a tool box that seemed to contain a battery powered drill and an extra battery. He took the drill at hand clicking the trigger to feel the drill spin and grind."
(You've just gained a Power Drill.)
This would be a good example, you can change it as you'd like as long as you showed, How you found it.
No Txt talking, cybering, ect.
This is the skeleton:
Name:
Age:
Carreer/Specialist:
Gender:
Bio:
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 7:21 am
[figured it would be alright to post a profile in here. Mr. Zabieru X hasn't placed his own profile yet.] Name: Stacy Manson
Age: 24
Carreer/Specialist: Medic
Gender: Female
Bio: After 5 years of school, Stacy aced with flying colors and Joined the Medic squad for the Space travel. She been on the crew for three years before the Scientist made their suits. Stacy always carrys her tools of the trade on her and a gun. Stacy's mato 'Because saving lifes is better then blowing shita things.'
[placed this in here myself razz ]Appearance:  [If anyone can get her refinance, cookies is your reword] Stacy is wondering around the Medic lab again, thinking to herself. ' Of coarse the Scientist mess up trying to help us out. They have no clue about antidotes.' She sighs softly. ' I'm glade the major thought I was to unprotected and gave me one of his spare guns.' Stacy thinks as she touches the gun in its holster. ' Hopefully Shotting something or someone is as easy as he said it would be. Breath, aim, shoot . . ..'
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 12:14 pm
[Lol, thanks for reminding me. sweatdrop ] Name: Eric Hunich Age: 25 Carreer/Specialist: Engineer Gender: Male Bio: Eric had a great method in solving a problem, He spent 6 years learning to be an engineer. 2 years as an apprentice working for a smaller company, 2 years on his own learning to work with electricity and engineering and the last 2 years working to keep the ship stabalized. He doesnt carry much for a weapon if you count a wrench as a weapon. He has a great sense of humor and can fix a task if he's appropriatly equipped. Appearance:  Eric sat in the cafe thinking heavily on what's been going on,"Stabalizers are shot, the engines are fried and the circuits are acting funny, I'm suprised the security system isn't whacky either...", he said to himself as he sat tapping his fingers against the metallic table, he heard footsteps coming from the hall and motioned torward the door slowly pulling out his pipe wrench from his tool belt as he approached further.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 12:26 pm
Stacy sighs softly and walks out of the medic area and towards the Cafe. ' Maybe If I eat something, I can think more clearly.' Stacy heres footsteps coming from where she's going. ' Great, what do I need to shoot this time?' She thinks as she unlatches the gun and places her hand on it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 12:51 pm
Eric slowly raised his wrench into the air in a tight grip,"I'm gonna get you, you nasty son of a....", he said as he slowly pushed the button opening the door. It opened up words quickly as he was about to strike, he noticed it was the Medic and stopped frozen noticing she was carrying a loaded weapon,"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:06 pm
Stacy is holding the gun at his head. When she sees him, she sighs softly and places it back into the holster. "You scared me." She knew the gun was on safety but only one little button saved him from her blowing his head off.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:13 pm
"Scared you? I think I was about to have a heart attack.", he said placing his wrench back in his belt and placing the other hand on his chest.
He looked at her noticing her clothes and patch,"Your part of the medical squad I assume?" He asked beckoning his hand for her to come in and motioned to the empty chair.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:50 pm
Stacy looks at him strangely. "No, I thought I'd just wear this." Her sarcasticness was one of the few things no one really got to hear cause of her profession. Stacy looks him over. "And you would be one of the guys I see to a lot." pointing to a scar on his arm covered in grease.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:53 pm
Eric smiled lightly with a chuckle enjoying the humor,"Yup, I'm just one of those many guys, you see working to keep this ship alive. Except now that is.", he replied with a bit of sarcasim and seriousness. He sat in the metallic stool for a moment,"I thought I was the only one alive here?", he added as a question.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:00 pm
Stacy watches him for a moment as he sits, still standing in the door way. "One thing about medics, we know how to survive. Then again, I wasn't one of the stupid ones." Her stomach hurts for a moment, letting her know she needs food. "There anything left in to eat?" she asks him as she leans her weight onto her left side.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:09 pm
Eric stood up walking over to the back of the kitchen, he opened the large metallic door that let out frost and fog from the inside, he checked a small cardboard box finding a dozen ice cream sandwiches inside, he threw the box inside and made his way back handing her one of them with the other in his hand.
"I think theres more, but I'm worried on taking chances." he said before taking a seat again opening the wrapper.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:13 pm
Stacy takes the ice cream sandwich and looks at it. "This is bearly to survive on and your body will eat itself in order to keep up." She says before opening it, then taking a bite. "It should do for now, But we will need something a bit more then this." She waves the ice cream bar a bit then steps all the way in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:19 pm
Eric groaned lightly before taking a nibble at the ice cream sandwich,"It's just something to hold us off for a good portion of time.", he replied. He tapped on the table lightly thinking for a moment,"Right now, the back up generator and the security system is still online, and so is the filtration system. I am not sure how long this will hold though."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:35 pm
Stacy takes a pencil out of her pocket, sits on one of the Metal stools and chews on the pencil for a bit while she thinks. "Well I haven't been staying in one place for a period of time. They tend to find you if you do. I know there are a few protein bars and such that are normally given to the ill or injured. But since we are in need of food..." she chews on the pencil a little more. It wasn't an old school pencil that brack with a few chewing. It seemed to be more like a pen.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:39 pm
Eric looked at her for a moment as he eats, he thinks for a moment on what this means, how long can they last and how far will they go.
"My name is Eric, Eric Hunich, I think you've helped my brother Donovin Hunich, he had a broken arm?" he said placing his hand out to her.
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