If Today Was Your Last Day {Semi-lit RP- Open and Accepting}

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(I changed Cal's picture)

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{{ @ Running Free -- Accepted. : ) I'll add both your characters to the front page. Thank you for joining. }}

{{ @ Creepy Stalker -- Very soon. We just need to get a few more people to join and we should be all set. Maybe four, two at the least. Okay? }}

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{ Oh look, two more chars where just added. Let's start!}

{jk...}

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{{ @ Creepy Stalker -- Ah...I meant people...I won't make you wait long....Okay? }}

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{Eh, I don't care. Making an RP, but lost my muse again..}

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{{ @ Happens to me many times...Hope your muse comes back. }}

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{{ Going to bump this so hopefully at least one more person will start and then we can probably get started. : 3 }}

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{{ Ya, I think we're just going to start soon. We should probably go from where they are getting out of the underground bomb shelter. If you're confused, just wait for me to post and then I think you'll have a better understanding. Any other questions? Contact me over via PM. }}

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{{ A question before I do start anything. Would you like me to go first anyways? Or would any one like to be the first post? Just curious, I know sometimes people like to go first. }}

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ChRiStOfEr AlExAnDeR dReW

The air was absolutely restless. It had a tone to it that made everything seem to move in a more rapid pace. Christofer didn't like it much though. It was much to loud for his liking and only caused to make his headaches flare. He saw many of the kids run up to the door, jumping, cheering, screaming to get out. It the day when they would finally get to see the world again. He didn't expect to see anything else of them. If they were to quiet then it would just be awkward and filled with the desperate creak of the large metal door. How could one take such silence? How could one take such noise? The door scraped across the floor like if someone were taking a knife to a chalkboard, long and creepy, the one that made you shake in your seats and hope when they weird teacher would stop. Except, it didn't stop, just kept blaring. This wasn't a movie, wasn't make believe, it was real and surprisingly...didn't feel real all the same. Who would have thought that the world would have ended like this or that people would even know about it soon enough to warn the few teens here and help them escape. Something was going on and he wondered if anyone else was thinking about that too. "Okay, move it. You can't sit here any longer. This place isn't your home." An old scientist pointed out.

His name was Drew and he was definitely the person you wanted to stay clear away from. He was the only "chaperon" here, but most certainly a harsh. He didn't let anyone get away with anything and if they displeased him or did something wrong he would take one of his metal rulers and smack them across the back or hand. It wasn't pleasant and Christofer had come in contact with it once before when he stole some food from another kid's plate. He felt as if he could even still see the red mark were the skin had festered from pain. The old man had stringy gray hair that stuck to his head in clumps, one placed on the left, one in the middle, another in the book. Small, about the size of a newborn baby's fist and they were all over his head to, it just added to the old appearance that he held. The man also had those old eyes that seemed to be blue once, but were now more of a dulling green. His nose was pointy, as if a witch had been morphed into his face. The Harry Potter glasses just proved his point evermore. The man wasn't even that tall, probably about 5 feet, which compared to a bunch of aging teens, he was...a puny kid just trying to reach up the counter.

"Did you hear me!?" He yelled, his voice crackling from the volume he was breaking too. "Get up!" He said, raising that metal ruler above his head, ready to strike and that is the only time when Christofer stood up. He had been lost in memories of the man walking around, inspecting them as they slept to make sure everyone was truly asleep. He said they needed there rest for whatever reason. They never did anything and the only exercise they got was a couple minutes to half an hour on a treadmill every day. Life was pretty depressing here and he had heard plenty enough stories about wishing they had died instead. "Sorry." Chris whispered, fluttering his eyes close and bowing only slightly to show respect or more likely just trying to bypass himself so he wouldn't get hit.

The light. It made him jump, almost lose his breathe. No, it did make him lose his breathe, it all came rushing out as that first little sliver poked in through metal contraption. It pooled down over the dusty floor, glistening against the dirty shoes of the teens that had accompanied him in this little cell. He could feel a cold breeze against his skin as well, something he hadn't experienced in such a long time. Something that he had taken for granted when he had his life. When he was able to live free without knowing that everyone you had ever known would soon be gone for good. His parents, friends, girlfriends...Every single one of them. Even that guy who had tried to get him to be his boyfriend. Oh yes, Chris wasn't straight, but dear God...he wasn't gay either. Technically, love is love. No matter if it's a boy to a boy, a girl to a girl, or a boy to a girl. Love is Love. He would never judge that or simply go against it. He would never be a hypocrite against those words. They were to important to him. They were kept close to his heart, as important as an organ, his very own heart.