Zones (Apocalyptic Roleplay)

Carissa: *points him to the small opening and guards the opening until he makes it through... When he does she dives through...* your lucky to be alive....  *she looks at him*

Spard: Yes, it's always like that.

Carissa: well if you are new to this area I suppose I could show you the ropes.... Just to keep you from getting killed... *she is not tactful and when angry she has a tendency to insult people... She still wears her trench coat... her clothes can not yet be seen by spard* come on.. *she leads him down to the corner*

Spard: *follows her*

Carissa: ok... What was your profession?

Spard: I was a warrior for Zone 2.

Carissa: hmm... Well you know now that I'm outcast... I would suggest that you keep that fact to yourself... *she stops at the corner and looks around...* hm... I wonder where she is...

Qwyn: *is about a quarter mile down the tunnels*

Carissa: hm... Well for now I'll find you a place to sleep... You wouldn't survive the night in the outcast tunnels...

Spard: We'll, you never know. That's a good idea however.

Carissa: *leads him down a back ally, a smoky street that has several unfriendly looking people with guns and then to a back door... She knocks... A man answers*

Man: hola mi chica! Long time no see... *he gives her a dirty smile and a wink*

Carissa: shut up before I gut you..

Man: rawr... Aren't we in a feisty mood... *he turns and glares at the guy behind her* who is this mierda?

Carissa: *glares* are you gonna let us in or not?

Man: fine! Be a perra.. Should of known you'd replace your macho... *he grumbles and moves aside...*

Carissa: *as she steps past him she runs her blade lightly across his arm* you should watch your tongue diminuto..

Man: *keeps a strait face and a tiny bit of blood trickles down his arm* my apologies.. *sarcastic voice*

Spard: *walks past the man, staring straight into his eyes*

Man: *sneers at him and then shuts the door once they've entered... His arm has already healed...*

Carissa: *leads him down to a hallway she points to a room* that will be yours for the night...

Man: *walks past Carissa and slaps her rear on the way..*

Carissa: *spins and stabs her dagger through the guy's throat pinning him to the wall* ¡Nunca vuelvas a tocarme!! *she pulls the blade from his throat*

Man: *he coughs rubbing his throat and choking slightly on a little blood... The wound starts to heal immediately he storms down toward his room*

Spard: What was that? Who is he?

Carissa: that jerk? Oh... He's just a guy that has a thing for me and happens to own this dump... And that was me stabbing him to the throat...

Spard: How is he not dead?

Carissa: same reason I can wall crawl... His genetics were changed by some of the pollutants... He heals very quickly...

Spard: Ok. How long does that take, and does it hurt?

((I am fairly certain the effects are random, usually negatively so))

Carissa: healing like that?

((Usually they just die... Also when they don't, they usually have some sort of debility as well as power... Carissa has really bad lungs and can't handle dust or smoke... The dust and smoke makes her nearly unable to breath and she can pass out from it))

((If his character was to expose himself to that there would have to be a dice roll. A true gamble to determine the outcome. His character could die))

((Yah... I got that.. I'll roll a dice and tell him if his character would survive))

((It's more of a "make the choice then roll the die to see the outcome" thing. Like any rp))

((Still... I could just inform him if his character would die... Besides... It's like this... He'd have to roll a 1 on a d40))

((Not how it works in rp's.... If the die says his character dies then he actually does))