Okay I have finished my intro but would like to re-read it and post it tomorrow it is one am here I am going to bed.

Here's that intro I promised. I warned you it would be long but you wanted it hear.

Dev(Simon),Second(Duos) and Kitty’s(Alistair) Intro

“Talking”

‘Thoughts’

*Actions that can’t be in the sentence*

(Outside conversion)

{Thoughts after the intro for when I actually start rping}

“Simon~” A voice like chime bells echoes off the walls of a poorly lit hexagonal room. Strangely there is a slight whine in it, she wants to play.

“Dev.” A long haired man bangs away at the keys of his large white desk-top, light flickers blue-white on his glasses. The crimson dots upon the specs where drying, ‘How annoying I’ll have to clean those soon.’

“Huh?” The girl with the angel’s voice bobs up and down on her feet she can hardly contain her excitement. Tilting her head to the side a look of confusion. “Oh wait yeah, Dev...sorry.” The bouncing stops if only for a moment. Her face, the face of a girl no more than thirteen, droops crest fallen in absolute failure, silver strands of hair dance about her face dusting over luminous cheeks.

“It’s fine.” The man clad in a white, brown stained lab coat is tired. His eyes cultivate a perpetual garden of dark bags and his shoulders slump in the exhaustion. ‘It’s only been nine days straight ...not good. I must be getting old.’ Any other day he would have gladly put energy into being himself, a psychotic sadist, ripping people apart in the name of good old science. But sadly today was not the day. “You can good now.”

“Yes sir.” The girl still droops in failure her hands would fidget with the bottom of her skirt if it were not for the abnormally large saucer of cream they held. As it was her toes curl and uncurl in their shoes, a small attempt to make up for the lack of hands. She turns from the dim room with the man and his endless work.

“Duos!”

“Yes!” Springing up abruptly Duos whirls, the cream in her saucer slouches dangerously close to the edge.

“Coffee afterwards?” A noise of plastic scraping places grates through the pair’s ears. His chair swiveling, a faint creepy cat-who-ate-the -canary-and-got-away-with-it smile spread over his dull features.

The girl’s, Duos's, eyes sparkle. “Yes! Yes Sir ,Dev ,Sir.” She nods happily and then rushes out of the room.

Dev swivels back in his chair and breathing a long heavy sigh. ‘Maybe I should take up smoking....too bad that would tamper with my work.’ “Rehehehe.” Dark eerie chuckling follows the girl as she leaves and a truly psychotic smile brings a flash of white teeth in sharp relief to the dark room. He resumes typing. ‘Almost ready’

-Somewhere in a cell next to Blake’s-

Alistair was not a happy kitty, Alistair was not a happy kitty at all. ‘What is this! Why is lunch so late!’ He paces the six by six whitewashed bared cell he was allotted. ‘And I haven’t seen a chick the past month, or well at least not one I could have.’ He is a frustrated, hungry, angry and needy, a typical nineteen year old male. Once, twice, three times around, he paces the tiny cell. Morning light streams through windows he will never reach from a sky he will never freely walk under. “Rraahh!” Temper, temper how it can get the best of you, cement crackles as he send his hand careening into the pale colorless wall not caring how his neighbor would feel. “Oww d*mn!” Falling to his knees the man drops shaking out his hand, wall one leopard neko zero. ‘Oh what I wouldn’t do for a b**** right now.” He moans exasperatedly and waits for the drugs to wear off arms dangling limply at his sides.

“Kitty Kitty?”

Golden-green eyes snap open as Alistair jumps in his skin. “Duos!” The same golden-green orbs roam to the ceiling above him. ‘Maybe there are gods after all? Huh, who would’ve thunk?.......” His eye twitches. “Too bad she isn’t older!!!!! Wehh!” Mentally his eyes water at his poor luck.

Slosh.

A delightful noise hits his ears just as he inhales the wonderful scent of-

“Does the Kitty want some cream?” Back is to the windows the girl basks in light like a little angel.

‘How did I not see that, smell that, hear her?’ “Creeeeeeeeeeam.” The kitty swallows, mouth watering, eye following the saucer as the girl moves it back and forth. A shockingly pink tongue emerges from the boy’s lips and runs over their ragged torn crevasses. He prowls forward, as he is still on his knees and hesitantly sniffs extending his next and leaning forward. “Drugged” He flashes a concerned look to her, there was always the risk but usually the reward was worth it.

At the shaking of her head a toothy smile begins to bloom on the leopard hybrid’s face. “I know they are always slow getting to your house. So I thought I would brings you a little treat!” She slides the saucer under the bars and begins pawing through her satchel, Alistair already clenching the circular pan and beings to lave it noisily, desperately. “WAIT! She demands though it is more of a desperate whine than a command. “I..got...some..AH!” Proudly a roll appears from the messenger bag. She holds it out it to him through the bars, her tiny hand having no problems navigating the tight space.She did not see, hear or understand the danger of this gesture, Alistair did. He stops, raising his head from the plate, eyes feral from want. Her tiny arm with it’s little package stays illuminated, occupying the full scoop of his mind and at the time, his world.

‘I could kill her. Or break her arm, maybe hold her demand release. I could get out of here!....’ Duos remains smiling, she wiggles the roll encouragingly then pauses and seems to shirk away without actually moving. “Kitty?” Her eyes darken in fear smile tipping down body pulling inward all except that one hand. Only now, much too late receiving her first twinges of fear, understanding the abnormality and the wrongness set about her and him in this moment.

Alistair, hand at saucer, takes a full minute to carefully, painstakingly take the bread, just his with his fingertips and just the enough to coax it from hers, that release limply like the dead ‘Anymore and I won’t be able to stop myself, I’ll take her arm with it.’

The two figures stay frozen green eyes meet blue, one figure on his knees an half empty saucer by his hand the other nearly clawed appendage gently clasping a roll . Time resumes the other figure recalling her hand as if from a viper’s strike. “Kitty?...Kitty?” Her tones are soft worrisome, hurt.

A cloud rolls by the window casting them in darkness. His head dips, hands making busy to partially submerge the bread in the thick white liquid and eat ravenously, mopping up the leftovers with what remained of the roll and when that was gone repeating the mopping with his fingers. Face half stuffed he licks and suckles his fingers finally finding the courage to meet her question with a smile and the familiar kindness they shared. ‘Sorry.’ His face says.

‘Forgiven’ Is her’s instant reaction. And the light returns as the cloud passes.

She waits for her Kitty to stop desperately rasping his saucer for molecules that aren’t there. Giggles lighten the air. She finds it cute how he would hold the plate, vertical, parallel to his face, fingers coiled about the edges turning rasping it. ‘Kitties are the best.’ Her hands knot behind her back as she rolls back and forth on the heels of her buckled shoes. “All done?” Her voice is all summer and sunlight and though invisible to any crowd her tail flips back and forth with glee.

He nods sadly and handing the saucer back to her through the bars. “Thank You.” The small smile is there again as the statement smoothly passes pale lips.

Taking the saucer she triples the power of his smile with hers, message received.
“Your-” Her head flips to side like a triggered alarm function pupils expanding she stands on her toes, tail most likely erect. “People are coming.-Welcome.” Shaking it off and offering another smile, she giggles nose scrunching and runs off in the opposite direction to the sounds. Alistair nods slowly as she goes, then his head turns waiting, his ears not as well developed as hears. Soon footsteps, then voices join the sounds tumbling from the right corridor. He checks the left briefly for the girl but she is gone. ‘Wooh I wonder what they have planned for me now?’ Sarcasm laces his thoughts with enough venom to drop a cow.


Is not that good, I re-read it three times, is okay though,sorry.

I have two other characters but they won't appear unless we escape and make to the wastelands.
Oops nope my mistake limit is three I thought is was five........well if we need wastelands guides/help I have them!

I can have five I would love for you to meet them but hey we would probably never get free anyway much less make it into the wilderness.

T_T I love my other two guys. T_T I can handle them....but yeah character limit.

Maybe I'll allow more, depending on circumstances, and person, It's just its easy to get into characters when you have a small amount. I myself want to add in 2 more, but I don't wanna be hypocritical. We'll see maybe when we get more outdoors I'll increase to 5 max.

@Kinuna, Nuuuuu T_T It's just confusing when one person plays all 5 people! I'm not very angry about this, but rather just against this >>". I'd rather have tons of sylestia players who control 2-3 of their own characters at max. I really like this plot and RP, but I don't set my mind to the idea of one person controlling all 5, even when they can. But it's your choice, since you're in charge of it.

True this is why I'm thinking about it, I would love to have another, but when u get more then 2 or 3 things do become confusing... I'll take what you said into consideration definitely... Oh! Maybe I should add in to make things fair, if your chara dies off you can make a new one as long as the max characters you currently control is 3, although. This maybe useful for if I plan to make a better antagonist, or if someone wishes to be an antagonist, and I don't feel for it anymore.
@Ragnaroc,
I'll do this as a result, so if a character comes out in a way a person doesn't like, or if someone grows tired of them but wants to still play, they can just kill their character off. But they have to be dead, if they are sent away somewhere, they could possibly come back and that may get confusing... Sry about not allowing more.

@Kinuna, Well, I know some people who'd be more than willing to participate in your RP ouo such as Ruinia, Cranberry, etc, people who usually RP or whom you see often in the RP section

okie wanna help me gather them up lets make this rp more interesting

I'll see if I can help gather. ^_^

Oh I don't know if this helps the above issue but one to two of my people will not even be in the core escaped group so I would be down to only one character in the wastelands. What did you guys think of my intro? Did you get confused on who was speaking or doing what? If not then it proves I can blend the lives of three people in one post and have it make sense. If it did confuse you I can always separate the people like you have been doing.

In this way I will have two different highlight and bold segments to minimize confusion one where I am with the escaped and one where we may or may not be playing out the hunting of the escaped.

I would like the other two because albeit you could happily make wasteland raiders I would like some, if we do have them and if we don't you kind of need someone to tell you how to survive because well you have lived in a lab and been feed everyday. Wasteland doesn't do that. Also it makes sense to ether have a small colony of wasteland people or else they won't survive because our group would be to large we can't just find a roaming traveler we need a place to stay so the larger number of raiders we find the better. I also have an action plan that involves running about the world.

Hmm, I'll have to think about, I just don't want to be hypocritically or seem to pick favorites, although I love your idea. That's why I plan to save my final chara slot for now.
Your story is fine, but if the characters are separate and you don't plan on them seeing each other during a post don't be shy about doing what we do, I mostly do it to make things less confusing since my characters aren't really interacting.