Apocalypsestuck .:A Homestuck RP::Open:.

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(Oh are we starting! um so what did we settle on? the high school one or the apocalypse? SORRY >n<)

[Skrooker]

(Dirk is open

And we settled on the apocalypse one, apparently)

[lonelyMentality]

((TT: I have been summoned by the scent of homestuck. *stares into the distance*))

[lonelyMentality]

((TT: can I claim that Dirk a Dirk?))

[Skrooker]

(I have a feeling Dirk has already been taken...soggy. There are still plenty of other characters open, though)

[lonelyMentality]

((Oh. Ok. Umm....*thinks* hmm.))

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Amphas woke up to a sight of a crumbled house.Amphas began to panic,where was her mother? She called her name a couple of times but there was no answer...Amphas found her house completely safe.Luckily it didn't crumble on top of her.She was inside her house looking outside,it was a dump out there.Amphas had black hair and wore a soft sweater.On the sweater was a smile.Amphas wore a pair of jeans with a chain coming out of the side.Amphas was only 16.Anyway where was Amphas's mother? she was no where to be seen."Mom,Where are you?!" Amphas then heard her mother reply with a slur."What is it dear?.." Her mother came into her bedroom.She must have been sleeping form the way her hair was and her clothing."Outside its a mess,all the houses have fallin over.What happened?"
"Something happened,I don't know what it was though,Do you not remember? It was last week." Last week? Amphas didn't remember at all.How long did you sleep? Amphas grabbed her laptop and noticed none of her friends were online.Her mother left to see if they had enough food for a few days.Amphas needed to talk to someone,She doesn't like to be alone.

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(Oh! Can I have like a recap?)

[Skrooker]

(Actually, it'd just be easier to go back a page. Nothing's really happened

And I'm thinking about changing the name of this roleplay to Apocalypsestuck. Anybody think it's a good idea?)

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turntechGodhead is online...

Red eyes flitted softly around a dim haze, taking in the the scenery. There was a gentle sense about him, and as the sun began to rise over the horizon he brought his knees to his chest. He was sitting in the nook of a tree, his eyes closing tightly. He had found the tallest tree in the area and then climbed to the highest branch he could. The aviators had blocked his eyes, but if anyone had seen them they would have been shocked. The usual vermillion color had faded into a murky maroon, and heavy bags dulled his eyes. He could feel them weighing his eyelids down, bit still no sleep would come to him. 'If I'm not careful I'm gonna start to look like Sir Crabby-Yells-A-Lot.' He gave an inward shudder. Comparing himself to Karkat might have been the worst thing he had ever done, and he quickly agreed with himself to never do it again. But there was an ache in his chest now. Now he was thinking about his friends, and his lip curled in tight frown. Where was John? Rose? Jade? John could sure be an idiot sometimes, but Dave cared about him. His head hung low for a few moments, but still - over and over, he kept thinking about how sad Jade would be. 'alright strider pull yourself together no time for sappy chick flick moments now.'

In response to himself, Dave gave the sunrise one final smirk before slithering down the tree. It looked really cool whenever he did that. But then the smell hit him with full force. Sweat beaded against his pale skin and he began to cough. He knew there was fever inside of him, but he denied it. Being sick wasn't going to be a good thing, but he was alone now. Why would it matter? After a few moments, he straightened up. The smell still made his stomach complain, but he taught himself how to handle it. He had known how hideous dead things smelled before now, there were several dead things he had kept in jars for a while. But this was unbearable. Dead bodies decorated the planet like it was some sort of Halloween party. The ironic thing was, the bodies looked fake. The kind you shouldn't be afraid of because its just cheap rubber and flimsy paint. But Dave avoided looking at them. Perhaps telling himself that they were fake was the only thing keeping him sane. He knew that if his gaze happened to meet one of theirs fear would consume him. It's one thing seeing the dead, and a complete other thing being seen by the dead. He pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, knowing it didn't help much but still giving him peace of mind. And he trudged onward as the sun climbed into the pale blue sky.

The familiar weight of his phone in his pocket had been tricking him every day now. He was used to it there, and it was. He was also used to being Pestered practically every minute of every day - but there was only silence. Perhaps that was the worst part about all of this - the simple silence. Growing up in the big city, Dave was used to the sound of cars or people shouting. And then he had been used to the sound of his friends filling the air. And he knew he would never get used to the emptiness that surrounded him now. Dave couldn't appreciate how ironic it was that the sound of crunching grass his feet made had echoed around and made him uneasy. How he had been wishing for noise, but cringed when he made it. He felt lightheaded, but didn't let himself stop. The sun only climbed higher, and Dave moved only forward. And then he heard a sound. His weakening muscles tensed, and his head jerked up. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end and he let out a choked cry as a white flash blurred past his vision. The space around him manifested into the shape of a rather familiar dog. 'bec?' He blinked in disbelief, but now hope fluttered anew in his chest. He patted the dog on the head, and sprang up, his voice unafraid to shatter the queer silence. 'jade? are you around? i uhm, found bec!' He wasn't completely sure if the weird dog was even with Jade...there were so many people, but still Dave called. Hopefully whoever Bec was with would come out - or maybe even someone around would hear is voice.

[ i think apocalypsestuck would be a great name! c: ]