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Resident Evil: Role Play Game
If there was an RPG for Resident Evil, would you all join in? What I mean is, like we can role play here ^.^ And stuff. I dunno, but I wanted to know from the group what they think.
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I'd do it, I've wanted a Res or Bats roleplay for awhile, but you need more players.
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I know, right? But its hard.
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I would, but I have an obsession with making my own characters. xP Sorry!
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Quote: Originally posted by 5M0K3
Don't see why you couldn't most characters in horror games die..... I can't think of any I'd use that I can explain surviving honestly..... you could if you want. I might.... it depends. I mean it would just need zombies or whatever right? |
5MOK3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, you could make your own character. More than likely I should have put that in the beginning post *le sigh*
But yes, you can make your own characters ^.^ |
I'm having a hard time trying to decide who to use as mine... I'm either thinking of..
Irving maybe but he might be too irritating... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVRe...feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YE_R...feature=related or maybe just some random scientist or person I make up... or maybe....... BIG AL. (Oh I don't know....) |
LOL. You are so weird, KKiryu
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I WILL DO THIS. :D
Name: Alani Keahi Age: 17 Alani is a normal teenage girl. Or so she thinks. Though unknown to her, the Tyrant Virus lays dormant in her body, and only for a short amount of time. All history before then has been ERASED. ![]() ![]() |
Quote: Originally posted by 5M0K3
WOOOOOOOOT! ^.^ Name: Akira Nishimura Nickname: Aki Age: 25 Personal Identification Card Number: 580003577872 Back-Story: Aki was born in what seemed to be a normal life. Not much to do, however. When she was about seven, her parents died which led her to live in an Orphanage. With the death of her parents, the only family she had was her younger brother, Yoichi. So, all her life, she was always bowing down to commands. Later in her life, she went to College, and then began to work under the "Umbrella Corporation" this made her feel at home. Until she realized what they were really doing. Should she defy her boss or tell the world? Aki...She wants to stay. ![]() CREDITS: All credit goes to Heise, and her amazing artwork. I do NOT own any of her pictures. |
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Oh good my turn!
Name: Ricardo Irving Quote: I'm a business man with staaaaaanduds. Nickname: I hate that guy Age: Who knows, probably around 20-30 Blood Type: A Occupation: Researcher, Con Artist, Oil Field Director, Piece of crap, Terrorist, Arms dealer. A crude greedy entrepreneur from Brooklyn. He has dealt with dealings with biohazardist waste before, including zombies and mutated Las Plagas. He has no interest in aiding anyone hurt by his dealings. (and also Re5 could have beeen really kooky if they had been trolls when they made it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wzj...feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?featur...1&v=SgOOJCieP9o ) to be honest I picked Irving because he reminds me of Big Al, and of a 90% retarded physically incapable version of the Joker combined.. and I've wanted to use both of them in a roleplay but thought they might make it too strong.. like R-rated. (Big Al is a very mentally not there horrible mafia pervert and the Joker if I ever used him would be that creepy David Bowie one from Dark Knight Returns combined with Dark Knight, and the one in Man who Laughs.. but they're too r rated.. so I'd prefer to use this stupid kook as a bad dude for the roleplay. I want a stupid comedic villain not a totally deadly one. <but too Smoke I'm hinting later at some point I wanna play a vocaloid roleplay, and to Nevermore a bats roleplay>) |
Alrighty, should we start now? Or try to get more members? o.o!
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I guess we could start now. WHAT YOU WANT. :D
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o.o look at them caps *stays dazed*
Yes...Yes let us start now. Shall I do the honors? Or does someone want to start from their eyes first? Because Aki is going to be in the facility o.o |
Yeah you can Levera! I'm going to wait for both of you I think because I have to think of a reason for my character to be there..
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Akira leaned up against the wall, as her hues stole the scenery. Her alarm clock began to chirp, she shook her head, with a soft sigh following. "Another day in hell." She whispered as she turned her alarm clock off. Every morning Akira had the same routine, eat breakfast and read the paper, then take a shower, brush her hair, then her teeth, then get dress, then head out to work. And that routine, wasn't broken on this day either. Akira got into her silver Citroen, she loved to drive expensive vehicles, and this was her gift to herself. As she started her engine, she sighed. She was beginning to hate her job more and more each day.
She drove out of her drive way, and headed towards work. About an hour later, she pulled into the garage of the building, and parked in her usual spot. Akira grabbed her folders and stepped out of her car, and shut the car door behind her. She took in a deep breath, and released ever so slowly. Her high heels clicked loudly against the cement floor, "AKI! AKI!" A male voice screamed out, "Yes, Yoichi?" She asked as she slowly turned around. "Ah, so you do remember me." He quickly replied, "How could I forget?" She asked, in a subtle tone, "Look, Yoichi, I'm not here for some damn small talk, so if you want to talk, catch me after work." She hissed, as she walked away and headed in. She stopped at the door, and slid her card through. As the doors open, she walked through then stopped once again, and leaned down, and let the machine scan her retina. "Access Granted, good morning Akira" Akira just rolled her eyes, she saw everyone at work, same thing everyday. "Good morning, Ms. Akira." She only nodded to an employee, she walked towards her office on the top floor. Akira is the CEO of the Japanese branch of the Umbrella Corporation. Her hues looked out to the people that ran towards coffee shops, and to get to work. "I used to be like them." She whispered, "Just like them" She whispered once again, "Ms. Akira?" Akira slowly turned around, "Ohayo gozaimasu, Miku." Akira smiled. "Ohayo, Ms. Akira. Here are the documents for last night, and their results." Miku smiled, "Arigatou gozaimasu." Miku looked at Akira with worry, "Ms. Akira, what's wrong?" She asked politely, Akira simply smiled, "Nothing, please excuse me." Miku bowed her head and left her office. Akira sighed, as she looked through the files, she jolted up in her seat. She looked at a file that was stating that one of the experiments, was literally getting out of control, and broken out. "What in the hell?!" She exclaimed, as she ran out of her office and towards the lab. Once down there she through the file onto the silver table. "Can you tell me what in the hell this is!?" She asked in a very angered tone. "Eh, don't worry about it, we got the experiment back." The male replied. Akira laughed a little before grabbing him by his throat and slammed him up against where the dog kennel was, "Maybe we should give those damn dogs a treat, hmm?" She asked as her hues were a piercing blue, "Gomen..Gomen ne!" He replied, she dropped him, and knelt next to him, "Do not let this happen again, got it?" He nodded as as he rubbed his neck. Akira walked back to her office, where she did most of her, and ate lunch, and worked again. |
"Why do I get this treatment....." The man said quietly. He walked off to go check and secretly misplace some files.
Meanwhile far away from their building in a small coffee shop, two people were making a deal. One of them was a thin sandy haired man in a black suit named Irving, and the other, his partner was a tough looking man wearing an "IluvNY" Tshirt, and jeans. "Fakku Ketsunoana youse... can't help me worth nothing ya gimp. We need to have better moles in there... wiv' betta access to their supplies man, we all know I'll get better respect if I steal from the best, and I need their stuff man. I can take out the biggest branch ya know, like I'm supposed ta." The dingy thin fellow named Irving said as he was leaning over his coffee with his elbows on the table. "Look sir, Irving, I don't know what you're on when you talk but this'll take a lot of time," his partner said calmly looking out the window at a family getting ice cream, "This is going to involve a lot of pull and a lot of resources, so please stop harassing me, and learn Japanese. Why did they send you? Why? I don't want to even mention his name, but just why?" Where the boss was dingy, thin, lazy, and disinterested, the partner was absolutely healthy, active, and heavily invested in this job and had been working for months. And he was determined to do his job. "Irving, I will do what it takes to slam them and have their supplies confiscated, but we need to cause a huge accident, a news worthy one." Irving was staring at his watch barely interested. "Kono ama.... what.. oh yeah, yeah I hear youse... people in Japanese land have no respect man." "You disgust me, and I am only doing this because I am afraid of your boss." The partner angrily fixed his faded yellow contact covered eyes on Irving. Irving just stood up, muttered something, accidentally knocking his coffee all over the floor, and left silently into the daylit city metropolis. He headed off to a docking area far south to make more deals via public taxi. |
((We must waith for a starter or back story from 5MOK3 we can't start without her *Shakes head* ))
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((*hatches out of random egg* I'M HEEEEEEEERE!!! I'd like to change my character, if that's fine.))
Name: Kira Sailor Monroe Nickname: Generally goes by Sailor, people tend to call her Monroe when upset with her. Age: 22 Hometown: Hackney, U.K. Occupation: Past drug dealer, then leading to prostitute, Sailor is now trying to achieve a career as an artist. Personality: Bipolar, gullible, rude, funny, short-tempered, depressed, artistic, smart, and easily annoyed. Biography: Sailor's parents were murdered when she was 14, from then she lived on the streets of Hackney. She couldn't make a living, until she met drug dealer Xerin. He gave her everything she needed, as long as she would sell his drugs. When she was 16, a drug war broke out on the streets of Hackney, and Xerin was shot and killed. Due to the obsessive drug use, Sailor had lost almost all emotion, and simply stole all of his money and heroin, and left. She ended up running out of money/heroin, so she began prostituting. At the age of 21, she was almost murdered by a client, and therefore decided that life wasn't for her. She moved to Japan in hopes of becoming an artist. She still does heroin. ![]() Sailor peeked through her sunglasses as she stepped out of the taxi. "Um, TIP??" the driver urged. "Piss off." she walked away, and pulled out a cigarette. Fuck, I haven't gotten my fix in a week... I'm going crazy... Someone's bound to be sellin' at this hour... someone... She saw suspicious looking thin, blonde man walking towards a taxi. Yup. He seemed the type. "Hey!" she shouted, surprised by the dryness of her voice. "HEY!!!" she ran towards him, grabbed him buy the shirt, and pulled him into the alley. "Give me drugs." she demanded, as she slammed him into the brick building. "NOW." |
He looked at her, scared to death he would be killed, scared that all his plans would die in a single minute, that he'd be forgotten, his life lost in an alley. She pulled out a knife in the shadows, he couldn't see it, but he felt it pressed against his face.
"Wha the fuck ya want? Aagh you sissy I ah--" Irving screamed as she kneed him in the balls, and then he immediately started giggling at the pain. "Hurry up. Now." She quietly said totally silencing him. "Shit man I ain't got no stuff. Only some marijuana... damn youse.... you want my stuff yo take it, take it, fucking don't hurt me I's a business man, you makin me look like a motherfu sissy yo, everyone looks down on me goddamnit," he whined while producing some bags and a wallet out of his breast pocket, "Here, here ya go, shit, I ain't had no plans for thissss." The wallet and bags slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor. She picked them up while letting him go. He slipped and fell down on his knees and she kicked him in the stomach. He fell on the floor gasping incessantly, and then cackled as she walked away. "I see youse again, you's sssscrewed yaaha ahah haha hear me ya woman!? I ain't no pushova for nobodyssszz." She walked off having taken what he had dropped, ignoring his angry wounded shouts. He got up and breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't been killed, but then he realized what else he had dropped and lost. |
Sailor shuffled through the items she had picked up. "Keys, useless." she threw the keys behind her. "Picture, useless." she threw the picture behind her. "Wallet... no money, useless." she threw the wallet behind her, until the only thing she had left in her hands was 4oz of marijuana. She lifted the paper bag to her nose, and smelled it. "THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!" she shouting, angrily throwing the bag into the street. "YOU FUCKIN' RAT BASTARD!!!" she ran back to the alley, where the same man was slowly getting up. "Not youse again!!" he whined, leaning against the wall. "What the FUCK?!" she punched him in the face, then fell to her knees, crying. "Please, mister..." she begged. "I just need somethin' good, man... please..."
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"Konbanwa!" Akira rolled her eyes at her assistant. "What?" Akira asked in a stern voice, "Forgive me, ma'am, I just brought the new reports around. Apparently, there is a huge problem with the dosage, and..." Akira cut her off, "Excuse me, who in the fucking hell told you, you could fucking read those reports?!" She screamed, everyone that could hear her, gulped, "You know, I should fucking give you a little of the dosage and sees what happens! You stupid bitch!" Akira rose her right hand to the bridge of her nose, and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"You know what? Get the hell out of my office and take the next damn month off, without pay." She scolded, "But...But ma'am I need this job, so I can pay rent, and..And for my kids schooling." Akira laughed softly, "Well, that's not my problem, now. You should have thought before reading, anyway..." Akira sighed, "You'll be cut today and tomorrow pays, but next time you decide to become a boss, or a CEO, much like myself. And read those damn reports again, your ass is fired." She snarled, "Now go home. I'm locking up for the night. Don't fucking disappoint me, again. Do you understand?" She asked, her assistant nodded. Akira walked out of her office, with a cold look upon her facial features. She slowly took in a very withdrawn breath, as she walked down the street, "Dumb bitch." She snarled, as she lifted her left hand, and ran her fingers slowly through her black tresses. She began to think to herself, "Who does that bitch think she is, reading those damn reports. If th...The plans get out, my ass is on the line. Luckily..." She laughed, "Some of those documents are only readable by me." She chuckled, as she took in another breath, as she slowly exhaled her breath crystallized against the cold air. But as she continued to walk, she heard crying from an alley. She chuckled, "How pathetic." She mustered to herself. As her head turn towards the right, she saw a man standing over something, or someone. "Hey!" Akira then began to laugh hysterically, as she continued to crack up. Her hues widen, "Shit." She whispered, she immediately grabbed a syringe from her coat pocket, and put the needle tip in her arm, and pushed the end, letting the medicine go inside of her. Akira was breathing hard, as she shook off the medicine. "Hey..." She repeated as she walked towards the alley. |
"Hey lady, could ya help me with this woman? Somethin's wrong with her and I ain't got the time to stick around......" Irving nervously checked his watch and looked down at the girl saying quietly where the approaching woman couldn't hear, "Hey no hard feelings man, nobody says nothing about what happened nobody gets hurt later... what's youse name?"
"Sa-sailor.... I need it... I can't stand it." Sailor replied. "Listen youse take the vial on the floor next ta ya, do not use it on yourself or lose it or get searched. It's important, I ain't got not time to 'splain. You will give it to Mikio Palmard who will introduce himself as her chauffeur. Her meaning woman over there." |
"Who the fuck is Mikio Pal..." Sailor muttered, as her head hit the ground.
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Akira looked at her cuticles, "Listen, ass, I'm not here to make small talk." She scoffed, and rolled her eyes, her hues began to fade away into a different color, they almost looked like they were pulsating. She didn't speak much after that. However, when she looked at the two through the corner of her eyes, she just smiled one of those eerie smiles. She hadn't felt this way in a very long time. She heard her cell ring softly in her back pocket, "Oh, god, what fucking now?!" She asked in an angered tone.
"Moshi Moshi." She spoke after answering her phone, "Akira...Akira! You need to get back to the labs! And fast!" Akira chuckled, "No, that's okay. Just let them have fun." She whispered, "But Akira! Things are getting out of hand now! The medicine we have been giving these..." The man on the stopped speaking, then whispered, "Monsters, they are growing an immunity. That...Means..." He took in a deep breath, "You." Akira's eyes widen as she looked around, "Alright, alright, I'll be there soon." She smiled, "Pardon me, I've things to do at my office." Akira's body felt on fire, but she simply ignored the pain she was feeling. Akira was around the corner, as she pushed another needle into her arm, then another. She smiled, as her body felt like she had gotten high. Completely mellow and relaxed. She then called her Chauffeur. About ten minutes later he had shown up, and she got in the limo, "Get me back to the office, and fast." He smiled, "Does that girl need a ride?" Akira scoffed, and rolled down the window, "Did you need a ride? Yes, or no? Make the answer fucking fast, so you're not wasting my damn time." She snarled, "Ma'am, just please calm down." As he looked in the rear view mirror, and saw his boss's eyes changing drastically, "Yeah, fucking hurry up!" He yelled loud enough for the female to hear him. Akira gripped the handle of the door, her stomach began to tighten up, and fast. She shook off the sickness she was feeling, "Go...D...I f..eel so damn sick." She whispered, her body was heating up again, "J..Just go." She mustered. |
"WAidaminute!" Ricardo grabbed Sailor's arm and lifted her up to her feet with great difficulty, being physically weak, and she fell into his shoulder nearly causing him to collapse. Ricardo realized that the woman in the limo was suffering from something also, and required medical assistance and was likely non dangerous.
He limped toward the limo, "Take hootie to the hospital or something!" "NO WE DON'T HAVE TIME. You do it yourself." The driver said before starting the car. "Word! I ain't got no time either!" Irving shouted over the engine. Sailor slipped and sat on the sidewalk. He was extremely worried now, unsure of what to do, wondering if he'd have another chance like this. Originally he had planned to sell the stolen vial during a narcotics deal at the docks and make off with the money while the operation was continued by an other operative. For months his plans had been under Wesker to take out Umbrella's branch here in Tokyo, and he hadn't been able to do anything until a mole was finally placed in their facility. The plan was to show that Umbrella was dangerous and a breakout in a city as big as Tokyo would require its immediate shutdown. Ricardo unholstered an unnoticed CZ 75b Beretta from inside his suit and shot the driver once in the head. He trained the gun on Akira. Sailor startled, stood up and held her hands in the air, backing off. "What the fuck?" He asked, "You think I had no gun? I look like I had no gun?! I had a mothafucking gun yo bitch, I ain't just no use it cause I is he-man and you is she-sailor and I ain't shoot no woman cause I has is staaaaaandardssssss....." "Youse get the fuck in and out of the car now!" He said to Sailor. She got into the limo passenger area and sat across from Akira. "We're gettin' to my deal is at the docks, where you'll be better watched by my party thugs. You is both my hostages, but I ain't take is no driver because I got staaaanndards....... shit I ain't no been to no driving limo schoo' or no schoo' for reals.... what dumb fuckery is this I ain't know how to drive no limozzzzzzeeeeneee, I has to learn! You shut yo mouths and stay quiet. If you call cops I shoot yous in the head." He said while glancing behind him and moving towards the limo. "HEY WAIT?! YOUSE GOTTA get outta o car and into it again yo sistas!" Neither Sailor or Akira said anything. "Fucka youse then. Let's bounce nuggets." He got into the limo driving compartment, pushed the body out of the way, and began driving towards the docks while Sailor and Akira stared at each other suspiciously. Akira felt herself get sicker as her body continued to heat up. |
Sailor kept hitting her head on the window of the limousine, saying "FUCK." every time. Normally she would join in the shenanigans, she loved drugs, she loved grand theft auto, and she loved causing trouble and mayhem. But she just couldn't. "YOU FUCKIN' INSANE?!?!" she yelled, her voice cracking at "in'". "Where the FUCK are you taking me?!" she punched the seat. "FUCK!!!!" she cried, grabbing her knuckles. She noticed Akira staring at her. "What?!" she shouted, then turned away.
"Would youse keep quiet?!" Irving yelled, turning around. Before he could put his hands back on the wheel, an 18-wheeler came out of practically nowhere, smashing into the right side of the car. The side Sailor was sitting on. The front of the car broke through the window, smashing her right arm. "What... the.... FUCK!??!??!?!?!?!" she shouted at her "arm". "I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU!!!!!!" she screamed, at no one in particular. She continued to freak out as the blood squirted everywhere. |
Akira was truly pissed off now, as she watched the male shoot her driver, "Hmm, interesting, a pathetic bastard using a gun. What a man." She snarled, she was beginning to get very angry, her body was literally on fire, and all of the screaming wasn't helping. She didn't care if anyone knew, and she laugh at the male's thoughts, "Used the gun on me, wow, you're a liar aren't ya, sweetheart?" She asked, as she cracked her knuckles.
She watched her limo becoming thrashed, "Excuse me, I would so love if you didn't fucking do that!" She exclaimed. She was getting very irritated with both of them. Akira could feel her arm slowly rip open at her wrist, spikes slowly to tear at her flesh. "YOU PATHETIC BASTARD HURRY THE FUCK UP!" She screamed, "A worthless piece of shit, not even worth the spit to put his ass out when he is on fire." She began to laugh hysterically once again. Her pupils began to dilate. The spikes slowly began to rise threw her jacket, "Love this, just fucking love this!" She then heard her phone ring, she pressed talk, "Boss, boss. Take the shot." Akira scoffed, "I took them all, dumb ass." He chuckled, "I put a new serum in a syringe in your inner pocket. We just used the drug on one of them monsters, and they are slowly calming down." Akira laughed in the phone, her breathing was getting harder, "Hang on, honey." She scolded in the phone, her free hand went to the female's neck, "I suggest you keep your damn mouth shut, or I could easily break something else, were you will never breathe or speak again." She gripped softly at her throat. Then pulled away, "Sorry, I'm back." The male on the other end was getting past worried, "Akira, take the damn thing!" Akira laughed, as she groaned in pain, as her face begin to slowly tear beneath her eyes. She rummaged through her jacket and found the syringe, and she immediately pressed the needle into her arm, and injected the serum. Her body slowly began to relax, as her face went back to normal, and so did her arm. "Oi! Fucking moron driving my limo, you may want to think about pulling over." She winked, as she pulled out a gun, then moved to where she was literally behind him. Her hands reached through the small window, one around his neck in an awkward way, and the hand holding the gun was against his temple, "Two ways to kill you, sweetheart. One I can pull the trigger or I can just simply make your breathing cease." She winked, "Oh, one more thing, you can't close this window, I made damn sure of these things. You know in case some dumb ass got the brave idea of stealing my limo." She leaned over and licked at the base of his earlobe, "Don't tempt me." She whispered in his ear. She then smiled eerily. "Or a third option." She slowly pointed the gun to what was in between his legs, "I would suggest pulling over. Or no more...Head." She laughed in his ear, as her hues begin to shift once again. Akira was someone that no one should fuck with, for she was one with a very cold heart. |
"Ya can shoot me tiki, I is too cool to shoot yo sissy I lives until the game damn dude. You shoot me, the girl kills ya! Ya really think I is has no is has no I is no has no no I is no has no is has no no I is no has no no I plan?"
She hit him in the head with the handgun. He giggled. "FUCKING SHUT UP sweetheart. I don't think you know what you're even saying." She said spitting on him as she talked. "You sees yo is sooo wrong sissssstaaaaa! I has no is is I is has no plan then I is has no here to be yo beoootch. You is screeeeweedd licka nicka haha!" Ricardo said. A white flash of pain seared through her stomach causing her to gag in choked disbelief. She realized he had shot her in the stomach as a sudden white pain seared.. causing her to drop her gun on the floor of the car. She had not thought about him holding the gun the entire time inside his compartment. "I am going to fucking kill you you disgusting man." She said quietly. "Haha sissy out to the power info chopular ain't I yo poppa sistas?!" He waved at some staring people in the next lane and winked. The car had been stopped at a red light during the altercation. He started driving as the light changed to green. He drove towards a bridge leading to a downhill soaphouse at the docks. Meanwhile in the back.... Sailor had had her way with his vial's contents. Her crushed arm was extremely painful, and the vial seemed to stop the pain, but something was happening and she wasn't sure what. It had a better euphoric feeling than any drug she had ever used. "Sssssay....." the grinning Irving held up an Iphone through the window as he aimed his unseen gun arm still at the shocked and gasping Akira, "Check out my website, it is totally master chef http://www.allangroves.com/ ." He looked at Akira while steering the car down a bridge. "I know you is able to kill me easy physical, but I is a business man of power and respect and I has is a gun and so is I a an angry nigga gangsta so I is to be afeared." "Just because you have a gun doesn't mean anything... you dumb ass lunatic.. you won't get anywhere.." She was feeling horrible. She was on the floor holding onto the seat, vomiting. She decided she was likely going to lose it soon, but she could still kill him before her mutation. Or after. "Now about that head yo yappin about, and what the motha fuckin packa tomato happened to the guy from the land of the white palace, Mikio Palmard (The guy he shot earlier)? Do you know how many people look down on me when I is the cool? Too many. I ain't to be no taken for no granted, I is a business man and super boss. Now what the fucka happened to Mikio Palmard?!" |
Akira felt the shot in her gut, she smiled softly, "I warned you doll face." She pulled the trigger, shooting him in the crotch, "Give birth with that ass. Oh, your pretty girls? I find that sort of funny, seeing..." She chuckled, she gasped softly, her hues became a piercing blue, as she felt the serum wearing off, "Listen fucker, I can shoot you again." She pulled away, as her body was going into shock, which this guy didn't understand at all. If her body went into shock, things would only get worse from this step and beyond. Akira spat up blood, "Just wonderful, you moron." She groaned.
"Did you forget that I made the new Virus...The one that if..." She shook her head, "Well, your going to hell." She grinned, as she felt the spikes once again tear at her flesh, and now beneath her eyes, her skin began to rip open. "Gotta love this, huh?" She looked towards the male, "Oh...You shot that fucker, my driver. He was my best friend, and my lover." She scoffed, "And now there is nothing to save you, just you and that windshield." Akira groaned in pain, as she tried to focus all of her energy on trying to fix the wound, because if she didn't everyone in the limo, including herself, would surely die. Akira gasped as the bullet left the entry wound, and she slowly began to heal, "I..Love this virus..." She whispered, as she turned her head towards the girl behind her, Akira couldn't stop what was coming, blood started to roll down into her eyes. Her vision was becoming corrupt. She dialed Yoichi's number, "Yoi..Yoichi, are any of the monsters going through what I'm going through?" She asked, "What do you mean, Aki?" He asked, "I was shot...Shoot one, please. See if they go on a frenzy." She gasped into the phone as she began to feel her back rip open, "Dear god!" She screamed, she then heard a gun shot in the phone, "AKI! Get the hell out of where you are, and hurry! You need to get down here, and fast. They are acting as if they are in a defensive stance. You need to hurry." Akira smiled, as blood dripped from the right side of her lip, "Thanks, that's all I needed." She looked forward, and winked towards the male. "Thanks for the ride, honey. But this looks to be my stop." She smiled and immediately unlocked the door, and rolled out of the open door. Her hand was pressing against her stomach, "God...This hasn't happened in a long time." She groaned as she ran fast towards the tower. She needed to get in fast, before releasing hell upon Japan. |
Ricardo realized he had been shot. And that he had shot Mikio Palmard, whom he had been planning on dating because he thought that was a woman that worked at the soap house as a prostitute and his brother.
"AAAAHHH SHITE I've been fuckin shot mothafuckin ooh ooh... fuck I is gotta help Sailor..." He looked in the glove compartment for something, anything, and found a band-aid. He opened his door, stepped out and limping, tried to open the passenger door but had to go back in the limo to unlock the doors. He got in the passenger compartment and put the tiny band-aid on Sailor's crushed arm, where it limply hang off like a wet hair. "Coothie cootchie coo? All better now." He poked the band-aid and stared at it as it blew away through an open window. "SSSSHIIIIT..... I is prepared to save she-Sailor." He limped out of the vehicle bleeding from his crotch and rolled down a hill clumsily and searched for the band-aid. He walked up to the soaphouse entrance and found it. He went back to the limo and put the tiny band-aid on Sailor's crushed arm, where it limply hang off like a wet hair. "Coothie cootchie coo? All better now." He poked the band-aid and stared at it as it blew away through an open window. "SSSSHIIIIT..... I is prepared to save she-Sailor." He limped out of the vehicle bleeding from his crotch and rolled down a hill clumsily and searched for the band-aid. He walked up to the soaphouse entrance and found it. He went back to the limo and put the tiny band-aid on Sailor's crushed arm, where it limply hang off like a wet hair. "Coothie cootchie coo? All better now." He poked the band-aid and stared at it as it blew away through an open window. "SSSSHIIIIT..... I is prepared to save she-Sailor." He limped out of the vehicle bleeding from his crotch and rolled down a hill clumsily and searched for the band-aid. He walked up to the soaphouse entrance and found it. He went back to the limo and put the tiny band-aid on Sailor's crushed arm, where it limply hang off like a wet hair. Sailor woke up. "Wait what the fuck is going on?" "My mom is ain't is has a problem and she is left me for another man and I is shot him." He stared at his bloody crotch, which in his mind told him in a deep grandfatherly voice (but in reality he himself said in his drunken squeaky brooklyn accent). "Now that I has saved She-Sailor Irving must receive a reward of sex from she-sailor because he is heman. Wait." She stared at him, saying, "Are you insane or pathetic, or just plain... retarded? Am I on some tv show??? What's going on?" He took out his phone. It was Wesker. "HURRY. The time to annilihate Umbrella has cometh and soon the world will be reborn as complete global saturation from the Uoroboros will take over the earth and I will be its master to complete my plan of mastery Uroboros will be released into the atmosphere, ensuring complete, global saturation. Your feeble attempts only delay the inevitable. The entire world will be infected. A new Genesis is at hand and I will be the creator because I am the one true god and--" "Shut it yo I is the gangsta." Ricardo hung up on Wesker. |
"What is going ON HERE?!?!?" Sailor yelled, slapping Irving with her left hand, the good one. She ripped off one of her pant legs and wrapped it around her mangled arm. "Useless..." she mumbled. "All of ya..." She grabbed the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, put one steadily in her mouth, and lit it, all with her left hand and her mouth. She took a long drag. "Ridiculous." she said, as she exhaled.
Weeoohweeoohweeooh... Sailor could hear the sirens as two police cruisers and an ambulance drove towards them as fast as they could. "Fuck," she said, flicking her cigarette at the ground. "Well, so long, been swell, but uh, I gotta gooooo!" she climbed out of the car, which was rather easy, seeing how the door had completely fallen off. She walked down the road, going nowhere in particular, and she began digging through her pockets for a cigarette. "Shit," she though out loud, "I left them back there." She turned around, when she bumped into a mysterious man. "WHO THE FUCK--" he put a large, sweaty hand over her mouth and tried to pull her behind an alley, as she just tried to pound him with her fist, which was miniscule compared to his. He wouldn't take his hand off her mouth, so she did what anyone would do, and bit him. He pulled his hand away, with no "OW!" or "YOU CRAZY BITCH!". Instead, he simply raised his hand, and slapped her. "Gahh..." she said, lifting her head up. "You fuckin' asshole.." she wiped her nose with her left arm, to see it covered in blood. "Oh buddy. You're a stupid one, aren'tcha?" she laughed, then a serious expression took her face, as she brought her fist back, and punched him. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!!" she screamed, her voice cracking. She ran back to the limo, to see the cops arresting Irving as Akira was talking. "He shot my driver. He kidnapped me. He supplied drugs to some girl." Blah, blah, BLAH. "Okay, ma'am, you don't have to worry, we'll take him downtown." the fat officer winked at her, as he loaded Irving into the back seat. "HEY BACON BITS," Sailor came up to the cop. "Now ma'am, that is offensive and I could have you arr--" she slugged him in the face. Hard. She jumped into the front of the police cruiser and drove as fast as she could. She wasn't the best driver, considering she could only drive with one arm, but she didn't care. She was glad to have the thrill back. |
She realized Irving was in the back of the car with her. At least he had no gun.
"Hey youse. Check out my website http://www.allangroves.com/ where you can be prostitutes and irchin children for blowjobs. You is to be you is you is to is to be is is is a real deal gangsta now nigga you is a cop killa you is respected by I is heman." |
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Sailor hated being reminded of prostitution, it was perhaps the worst time of her life. "Goddamnit..." she mumbled under her breath, once she remembered she left her cigarettes in the limo. "Hey man, you got any cigarettes?" she asked, and Irving threw her a pack. Without a word, she began to drive with her knees as she used her one free arm to get the cigarette in her mouth and light it. "That's one hella arms youse gots there." Irving said, eying the mangled arm that was kept together by the cloth of her pants. She said nothing, but began to drive incredibly fast. She smashed into the window of the drug store, and jumped out of the car, taking one of the guns.
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Akira saw the ambulance, and didn't care, she was gone. Once at her lab, she did what she could, "Welcome, Dr. Akira." She smiled, "Well, thank you darling." She winked at the machine, she ran down the stairs. And saw Yoichi, "Oh thank God, your still here." Yoichi looked at her, "Of course, what the fuck happened to you!?" Akira laughed, "Want the short or long version?" She asked, as she hugged him, "Come on." He smiled. They walked into the testing room, "Akira, we have a new serum, and this one seems to be working great. Would.." He was cut off, "Anything will be fine, Yoichi." She smiled.
She lifted up her sleeve, he could see the cut marks of where the spikes were coming out at, "Shit, Akira." He shook his head, he pushed the needle in the entry of the spikes, Akira immediately gasped, "Sorry, boss." He smiled, as she squinted in pain as the medicine slithered through her veins, "So, what happened?" He asked, Akira smiled, "Some fuck head shot my driver, then stole my fucking limo. Shot me, then of course I shot him in the junk. Then..." She was caught off, "Akira, you need to be careful." He said sternly, "Why? What's going on?" Yoichi sighed, and Akira knew that wasn't a good sign, "Umbrella Corporation, is about to go global, with your Virus, and they do not know that this...Virus not only can heal, but as a very bad defensive control. As if, you are in the wild, and someone tries to attack, you will immediately kill them. Akira...The Virus is trying to take over your body, everything that you feel right now...Will soon be gone. You can live off this serum for weeks. But what if we can't produce this drug anymore? What then?" He asked, "Akira, you will kill a lot of people. And you'll never know why or how." Akira gulped as she sighed, "I know. I made a mistake by introducing this to my body." Yoichi smiled, "My sis, always trying new things, that will only hurt her." Akira smiled, as she hugged her brother, tears rolled down her face, "Yoichi, if I hurt you, kill me." She whispered in his ear, "Because I may have lost a lover, but my blood. I would either kill for, or die." She pulled away, Yoichi wiped away her tears, "Akira, you know me better than that, besides. . ." He paused, as he lifted up his sleeve, "Like sister, like brother." Akira's eyes widen, "YOICHI!" She screamed, Yoichi smiled trying to reassure her. "Aki, the Virus in me is slow acting, were for you. The Virus is fast pace. Which isn't a bad thing, but not a good thing either. Whoever shot you, you could have easily killed. And he wouldn't know what hit him. You are a monster." He chuckled, Akira shook her head, "Like you have room to talk." Yoichi lowered his eyes, "You remember that Titan they made, or Nemesis." Akira nodded, "You are far worse than that. He was stopped...You." Yoichi shook his head, "They'll die before touching you. You are..Like an atomic bomb, just without the radiation." Akira looked down to the floor, Yoichi hugged her, "But don't worry sis, I got your back." Yoichi smiled, as he handed four years worth of serum. |
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Ricardo Irving strided into the drug store as Sailor was doing something elsewhere inside of it. He went into the women's restroom and opened a stall door on some woman using the bathroom, and looked away as she screamed in indignation.
"I is to need a phone mizz. I is to need a phone, get outta my fuckin way." The woman put her pants back on and ran past him and outside of the bathroom as he sat down on the toilet and took out his phone. He called his partner. "Hey yo, I retrieved the sample. I infected young woman named sheman sailor she with some the vial." "WAIT WHAT? You used the vial? We were going to infect their chairman at the conference." On the other end of the line his partner was adjusting his yellow contacts. "No no I is has another." Irving took off his pants and produced a sample from "down there". Then he put his pants back on, but inside out. "Now I think some beotch that is mom that works there is at datin my brother a prostitute woman that works at the soaphouse Niggastack named Mikio Palmard, so I killed him by gunshot to the head, yo bitch. POW!" Irving mimed a gunshot to the head despite the fact his partner wasn't there. He shit in his pants, got off the toilet, and walked back out into the drugstore and through some aisles, taking a superman cape off the children's department, to the cash register where Sailor was holding up a female worker and stealing cash. He walked behind the worker and kicked her in the back of the leg and pulled out a gun he had stolen and aimed it at her head. "Sailor youse take the cashes... I is takin this woman as my hostage and goin to the niggacility where the bookworm yo hanga foos work thinkin they is all smarts when I is the best and they is ddddumb sissys. Ssssseeee I is gonna kill them all. With this vial. Youse help me and youse get paid big bucks, snoop dawg." He brushed back the cape he was now wearing and looked down at his bloody crotch area and the small hole in his pants from the bullet. He took out his phone and said to the hostage, "Hey youse check out my site! http://www.allangroves.com/ " ===================== Like Levera Raven just did.. I am going get a second character, the extremely determined partner of Irving that appeared once earlier. Tetsuo. Age 38. Height 6 foot. Weight 180. Notably wears an I luv ny shirt and yellow contacts. Meanwhile his partner got off the phone, and out of his car. He had to go through with the dock deal at the soaphouse himself because Irving never showed. He walked into the building into a dimly lit room with children wearing rags playing with sticks on the ground and out a back door into a courtyard where a yakuza drug dealer was waiting. He exchanged a bag with the British sunglasses wearing yakuza member, and received a suitcase. He turned around and walked back to his car. He got another phone call. "Yes?" "It's me the gangsta! I understood you got the weapon yeahs? Kill Akira Nishimura, kill kill kill kill yeah huh yo bitch? She at the facility they all is in the base. She ain't sleepin good no more with the stuff they do at Umbrella to the subjects, I ain't has no good, but I believe that the future is to be paved by the end of times with the masta. You see dyin ain't so bad, not when it is happening to you! HAHA." "Fuck off..... I didn't get any weapon," he said opening the suitcase, "Just a lot of money." |
I am going to introduce another character. Which is played by me
![]() ![]() Name: Yoichi Nishimura Nickname: Yoi Age: 23 Personal Identification Card Number: 0009875647392 Back-Story: Akira being his only sibling and family. He looked up to her. He too went to college for lab technician. He soon got a job under his sister's company that is part of the Umbrella Corporation. Both having the T-Virus in their veins. Both are closer, than close. And with their blood lines being now the same. Yoichi will do anything to protect his older sister, even if in the end he or she will die. ![]() Once again, ALL credits go to HEISE and her amazing artwork ![]() |
NEW CHARACTER.
Name: Amy Wilson Nickname: Jett Age: 25 Personality: Mysterious, quiet, mean, tsundere, yandere, arrogant, and just pissed off. Biography: Amy, who has somehow gained the name "Jett", is a musician, the lead singer of The Soviettes ((a real band, but the singer is not Amy)). She is very mysterious, and all history of her has been erased up until now. She is a modern succubus, and often sleeps with men, knocks them out, and takes all of their money. She is known for getting drunk and passing out on stage. ![]() "Ugh... My head..." Amy muttered, and she sat up in a pool of liquor and sweat. "Hell." she said, and slowly stood up, stumbling a little bit. She rubbed her eyes, and walked to the drug store, for her "prescription" Vicodin. As she walked up, she noticed the car that was half-way in the window and the one-armed woman with a gun. "GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR FUCKIN' SHIT!!" the woman screamed, her voice cracking. "The fuck is this..." Amy said, stepping over the glass. "OI!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU FUCKIN' WANKER?!" the woman yelled. She had a very heavy Cockney accent in her voice, or, what was left of it. Amy lifted her hands up, and smiled rudely, as she walked to the pharmacy counter, and hopped over. The woman continued to aim her pistol at her. "Just gettin' my V, doll." she said, innocently, as she hopped back out of the counter, with a large paper bag. "Heyyyy there lady... Youse pretty hots... yessssss... Youse checks out me website?" a tall, blonde man began hitting on her. Hmm, she thought, How much money you think is on this fucker right now? He looks poor... But then again, he could be a drug dealer... And we all know how easy THEY are... She smiled and walked away, doing her infamous seduction walk. I love money! |
He walked in front of her and she saw he was wearing a superman cape, inside out bloodstained pants with a torn out crotch and a raggedy black suit.
"Hey check out my website http://www.allangroves.com/ youse ho, and let's fuck in the bathroom, yesssssssszzzzzzzz sexxxxx." He started drooling. "I is a business man and tonight I am gonna kill a lot of people with my mutation to pay for a ton of drugs so that I can be the party ass nigga. I could die unless I manip my boy, so if we do it eva we do it now." |
She turned around and smiled. "A business man, huh?" she said, with a sly smile. She walked up to him slowly, and moved her hands towards his pants. "Youse..." he stuttered. She laughed. Where is this creep's wallet, goddamnit?! No wallet. "Useless." she muttered, and punched him in the face.
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He fell down on the floor, his lights knocked out, and the shit in his pants started to smell as he also pissed his pants unconsciously.
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Yoichi looked towards the male, his brow began to arc slowly, "Did Dr. Akira give you that authorization?" He asked in a soft tone, "She is here with me, she needed to see how things were going. And if what you are saying is true, then I will surely allow this new drug to be taking in an effect. However, if she has yet to give authorization, then this can't pass." Yoichi had a very a long day, and with watching his sister go into hysterics, he just wasn't understanding why this was happening. His sister was the only thing meant the world to him. And honestly, no one else matter. And watching his sister break down because some moron shot her husband to be, that didn't sit well with Yoichi at all.
Akira took a deep breath as she walked back into the labs, "Yoichi, who is he?" She asked with a stern voice, "Ma'am, apparently he has clearance, and he says he has authorization to bring a new drug, and help these...Well, monsters." Akira shook her head, as she sighed, "I...I don't.." She paused, Yoichi sighed as he looked towards the male, "I apologize, Dr. Akira has been through a lot tonight. One being her watching...Her lover get shot and killed." He had too whisper this to make sure that Akira didn't hear what they were saying, "So she is a bit traumatized." Yoichi looked towards his older sister, and didn't know what else to do. Akira looked towards the male once again, as she once shook her head, "My apologies, I need to see the documents, for not only the clearance, but the this authorization. I am sort of, well out of the loop right. My night hasn't been the best." Akira smiled reassuringly. "But if you have proof, then I don't see why you can't use this drug. However, if you do not. Then I'll kindly that you get the fuck out of my labs, and never come back. Savvy?" She asked in a sweet yet bitter tone. |
Tetsuo pulled out some paperwork that had forged authorization and gave it to him.
"Actually to be honest we are going to eliminate the test subjects due to complications with inspection and laws, besides money issues. We can't hold this facility together in that department it's far too costly. And we already know what Umbrella superiors to this facility will say: That this branch should be liquidated. This is far too great of a project to allow that." He walked past them and and into a chamber where controls were being altered and gas was fed into the test subjects' quarters. He shut down all air entirely and let the subjects die from loss of air. He watched them through cameras slowly circle around the room until they faded from loss of air. Then he used his cards to unlock the doors and injected one of the subjects and himself with a vial he himself had, just in case Irving had lost his. Little did he know just how fast acting the chemical was. Uroboros tentacles began enveloping the dead body, as he stared crouching over it. He ran towards the open exit as they consumed the body's biomass and quickly gained mass from the rest of the bodies. He wasn't scared, but he felt nothing as the tentacles speared his chest and enveloped his flesh, consuming his biomass and shredding him into pieces. It tore apart the wall and spewed into a ventilation shaft, crawling deep... left......... right..... up... down... warmer to flesh... warmer.. hot.. hotter.. above a cafeteria where it identified the heat signature of twenty employees of Umbrella. It ripped apart the shaft and poured into the expansive room, as people stood up and fell over. It tore apart a trenchcoat wearing woman, and consumed eight scrubs wearing men, as it fell. It leaped across the room and killed a sweaty woman pulling on a fire escape door in a single back breaking blow. It saw everything all around it with 360 degree vision, and it liked the taste of the humans. It crawled along the wall and through an open door into a hallway. Height 9 feet, weight 1200 pounds. Uroboros Mitsuo ![]() |
Akira smiled and ripped up the papers, "Sweetie, you are such a liar." She winked, "Besides, you've been working here for how long?" She asked with a stern tone, "A week, or two." She turned away, as she called in this liar, but when she turned back around, she saw nothing. "Great, a liar got a way. Wasn't he just a dumb fuck?!" She began to get angry, "Uhm...Akira!" She turned towards the cameras, "Well, that's pretty fucked up, huh?" She asked, "Send in the dogs, oh please." She winked, "Aki...Aki, no. Please!" Akira smiled, "Never send a man to do a woman's job. Why you'll only fail, most humbly." She winked, as she walked into the lab.
Yoichi had no choice, he sent in the dogs. Akira gasped as she injected more of the T-Virus. She squinted as her body began to heat up. Her hues flared into a shade of black. Her skin began to rip open. Akira screamed in pain, Yoichi kept his back to his sister, not knowing what to do, he knew deep down he couldn't stop her. And he knew that there was huge chance that this fucked up man, was going to die. And she may even kill him, her own flesh and blood. But he did smile, "She would be doing the world a favor." Yoichi whispered, when he turned around, his sister wasn't there, "Akira...AKI!" He screamed, as he looked around, and couldn't find her. He looked at all the cameras, his heart began to race, and his palms got sweaty. He just didn't understand what was going on. He looked over to the computers, "Oh fuck." He whispered, as he saw his sister's vital signs, he knew then, that this idiot was going to die in the hands of his sister. And there was now no stopping her. Yoichi ran through the labs, and saw her syringes, "Oh, Aki, what have you done?" He asked himself. He slowly turned and saw his sister, "Aki..." He whispered, there were now spiked wings from her back, her face had been ripped open. Her teeth were now fangs. And she had spikes ripping at her skin. She now stood 9 feet tall. Yoichi stood there paralyzed. He couldn't move, hell, he couldn't even speak. This was something out of a horror movie, and now, he surely knew. Akira wasn't coming back. "Aki...It's me, Yoichi. Please...Please stop this. He can't do anything. There are two branches of Umbrella, one going to whatever he wants, and Umbrella with you." He mustered. As he spoke, he felt pain. He looked down one of the spikes went into his body, and blood slowly ran down his lips. Yoichi took a syringe and stabbed the syringe into her arm, he watched her slowly become herself, he smiled warmly, "Aki..." Akira shook her head, "Oh...Fuck no!" She screamed, as she grabbed her little brother, "No...What have I done?!" She screamed. She then felt a hand on her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw a male with blonde hair, and glowing eyes? She shook her head as she looked back to her brother. Tears began to roll down her face. "Ah, pathetic, crying over a monster." The male's voice was like a shock to any core, "FUCK OFF!" He smiled, "And a temper as well." He smiled only abruptly, "You can always have a new family, with Uroboros. I could.." He stopped, as he watched Akira cry over her dying brother, "Come on, Yoichi! COME ON!" She screamed, her heart being ripped out. The male just laughed, "Pathetic." He whispered. Yoichi looked up at his sister, and rested his hand against her cheek. "Come on, sis, we have some good times, right?" He asked, Akira rested her hand against his, and could only nod. "You are...My only family." She whispered, "Please Yoichi, please. I am sorry." Akira felt her heart break into a million pieces, "I..I didn't mean too." Yoichi gasped, "Aki, dear little Aki. I have protected you all of my life, and now you need to protect yourself." Akira shook her head, "My best friend, my best worker, my blood and flesh, my brother." She cried harder, "How can I? Protect myself, when I just killed the only thing I had left." She whispered, she turned her face and Yoichi made her look at him, "I never blamed you. I will always forgive you. Aki, you're my sister. And I love you. Just..Keep everything up. And you'll do fine." He smiled, a lonely tear ran down his face, Akira felt his hand fall from her's. "Yoichi! Yoichi! No...No please come back!" She gripped his limpless body to her, and cried hard against him, shaking violently, "Yoichi! Please!" She screamed, she rocked back and forth her brother's lifeless body. She gritted her teeth, "I fucking hate him! That little fucking prick! He took everything from me! EVERYTHING!" She screamed, and now she couldn't even breathe because how hard she was crying. Her tears now masked any sight of vision. She turned her head to see the male gone, but she saw a card, "How formal." She snarled. Akira took in a deep breath, and lifted her brother's body. Akira walked her brother's body out of the building to let, Umbrella fall. But the best thing for her was...She had kept everything at her penthouse. Everything that Umbrella had, was literally her own. She had worked so hard getting Umbrella in Japan off the ground. And now, she would do this again, if need be. She wasn't ready to back down, and even if this meant teaming up with the blonde male she just saw. |
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Name: Skarlett Amane Alias: Hoshi Yoshimatsu Age: 26 Occupation: Drug dealer, Skarlett deals with the upper-class customers as opposed to the usual alley-rats. She is feared and respected by almost everyone in the "business". Hometown: Los Angeles, California Personality: Rude and straight-forward, if Skarlett doesn't like you, you will know, and you will suffer. She is a tough fighter, though often declines battle, stating "I don't like to dirty my hands with the guts of scum." She is incredibly sarcastic, and often smiles out of anger rather than happiness. She refers to people as "doll", "hun", and "babe", whether she likes them or not. Getting on her good side is rare, however, once on it, she will risk everything for you, stating "Friends don't let friends fuck up." Biography: Raised on the streets of L.A., Skarlett grew up fighting. Her family was poor, and her parents often fought, occasionally rising into violence. She would leave the house because of it, and ended up meeting some shady people on the streets, leading her into the world of drugs at age 13. She rose to fame in that particular "business", nearing the level of "Drug Boss". Now, she rarely sells on the street, but is more or less the "middle man", transporting drugs to dealers in her 10-speed bike. ![]() |
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((Akira is walking down the road carrying her dead brother. Because I do believe KKiryu was going to kill him off. So I Akira killed him when her T-Virus began to act up. Yes, she has the T-Virus in her. So she is walking the streets in Tokyo in the pouring rain. Whooo hoo
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"They've no respect for me anymore... bastards..." Skarlett muttered as she peddled through the storm. Splash! "Ugh, that's the 5th puddle so far..." She was delivering a stash of methamphetamines to one 'Ricardo Irving', whom she already hated based on his name. "Probably some fuckin' rube," she had said to her boss. She continued to peddle her bike down the road when she saw a shadow in the distance, that of a person carrying another. "What in god's name..." she whispered, as the woman came closer. "Shit." she said. She could see the two figures clear enough now, clear enough to see one was dead.
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Akira looked towards the female, and sighed. She couldn't speak now, she needed to put her brother to rest. Akira was now spiteful towards anyone. She now had to find a new person to be her main lab technician. So many emotions were spinning through her. She hated pretty much everyone about now. Akira's hues now began to flare and now even began to fade into a whole new color. She stopped as she moved her brother so she could carry him more, "What...You never seen a dead body before? Or are you just so still because a woman is carrying a man, and not the other way around?" Akira sighed, as she rest her brother against the ground, and began to once again weep. Her body was trembling violently, as she cried only harder. Her words were so muffled that no one can hear her. Akira's dreams had been shot down in one night, and her heart was broken beyond repair.
Not only did Akira loose her lover, but she lost something that was way more important blood. Akira took in a deep breath, as she lifted up her head from her crossed arms. She had been crying tears of blood, another side effect of the T-Virus that she created. She hated herself for injecting the stupid Virus in her, in the first place. She hadn't the slightest idea that this T-Virus was fast acting in her, but slow in her brother. She didn't know that her dose was much more powerful than her own brother's. And now with her hands she had killed him, and with these hands, she wanted to kill more. She was going to let the Virus take over, or at least wait until she got a chance to kill the man that sent out the dumb ass in the first place. Akira now looked towards the female once again, "What's your story?" She asked with a soft hiss, Akira shook her head, as she now sighed. And remained silent. |
"You okay, doll?" she asked warily, carefully scanning the woman. She had fallen to the ground, crying what appeared to be blood. Skarlett extended her hand.
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Akira stared harshly at the female, "No, I'm not. See that guy laying on the damn ground?" She asked in a hissed tone, "That is my brother. In one hellish night, I lost my lover, and my brother." She whispered, Akira took in a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little upset now. I can't stop thinking about this night. I can't stop thinking of that sound, that echoed in the limo as my lover got shot, and his body was thrown out of the limo like some dead fucking animal." She mustered, "Then my brother..Was only trying to protect me. And ended up getting killed before my eyes." She mustered, she lied about her brother's death, because she couldn't bare telling a complete stranger, on what really had happened. "I always thought that love and blood were the best things in life." She whispered, "But now..." She paused, "I guess you realize that even the smallest details in life, are just as fine as a very thin tipped brush against a canvas." She chuckled, "We are all just a canvas waiting to be painted and we have to be willing to paint everything, even if that one thing is horrible." She shook her head.
"Gomen ne. I've been crying, and never actually introduced myself." She laughed, "My name is Akira Nishiruma." She whispered, knowing deep down that this female may already know her. She was the most powerful woman in Japan, and possibly the world. For she is the one who had came up with a very strong version of the T-Virus. And that Virus was saving lives, well, some. Other times, the Virus was killing many people off. Akira always thought one thing: Population Control |
Ricardo Irving sat up. He had been asleep for several days in the bathroom of the drug store in the toilet. He groggily looked around, pulling his child sized superman cape behind him and staring at the long dried bloody crotch of his pants.
"Whaaaa......... is I still have staaandaarrrds?" He tried calling the dead Mitsuo, but no one answered. He called Akira having gotten her number from Mitsuo when they were at the coffee shop. "Mom?" |
"Wait, wait, wait. . . You're THE Akira Nishiruma? It's an honor -- no, a privilege to meet you. The people in my erm, 'business', are huge fans. My boss--" at that moment the woman's cell phone rang.
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Akira looked towards the female, "The one and only." She sighed, she was a celebrity even though she didn't want to be. A lot of people knew her from ad campaigns. But most knew her from her work. Akira smiled as she listened to the female speak. As she heard the tone of her cell going off, she sighed, "Excuse me." She mustered in a soft tone, "Moshi Moshi." She spoke, but when she heard the male's voice, her hues immediately changed. Her teeth clenched together, making the jaw bone stick out a little, "Listen here, you little prick, I don't know how you got this number, or who gave you this number. I do not want to fucking talk too you, and if you ever call this number again, I'll make sure your little pathetic head is on a damn platter." Akira snarled loudly, before she hung up her phone. Literally breaking the phone in her grasp.
Akira sighed as she looked towards her brother. She didn't even know what to say, besides she did just make a huge scene in front a complete stranger. Akira leaned her head against the wall, "Sorry about that, usually I don't lose my temper like that, I do apologize." She smiled, "So tell me about your, boss?" She asked with a slight smile caressing her lips. |
Poor lost Ricardo Irving was tired and didn't really know what to do. He limply walked along the road.
"Momma. Momma momma momma momma momma momma!" He sang his favorite song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhHFa3JB1RA ======================================== It stalked. All cold. No meat. Ceiling slippery. Drops down, senses something. Maintaining cleanliness oblivious to death itself. It forced all of its 2000 pounds into the air utterly destroying the man. ======================================== Ricardo walked into an apartment and sat on the floor. "Respect needs to find a super duper coo new way, man!" He stood up. "I make them all 'spect me man. I show them how Ricardo is coo." He tightened his very weak fist. "I SHOW THEM!" |
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