The Uprisers Camp (open- all Uprisers)
Nov 14, 2011 8:38:06 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Nov 14, 2011 8:38:06 GMT -5
Who? A thread for all players of the Uprising.
Where? The camp hidden somewhere in the ruins of d 13.
The piece of paper in my hand is barely recognizable anymore. The rain has washed away some of the ink and I can only guess where I'm supposed to be going. The ruins are a true mace.
With the few belongings I brought along hidden in my pack on my bag I keep searching while the rain is pouring down on me. I'm already soaked to the bone and cold so I'm desperate to find the entrance to that 'secret campground'.
Angrily I curse when I reach another point where I have to turn around instead of actually finding the entrance. I kick at the stone in front of my feet which bounces, bounces and then disappears.
Suddenly I'm wide awake. In front of me is a hole in the wall, a gap between the ruins of what could have been a house. Squeezing through the gap I can smell the faint smell of smoke from a fire.
Further and further I make through the house until I come out on the other side and, behind a metal door, find a space in between the ruins.
The space is nothing special but what is in that space truly is. Despite all rumors of district 13 being dead and gone there are various tents, a big fire and people. The space was well chosen as it is hidden by walls on each side and barely visible from the sky because of a few large trees that act like a roof made of leaves.
Curious eyes scan me, then point me in the right direction.
The further I venture into the set up tents the more excited I get.
Only a few 'guards' are positioned around them.
"Who are you?" A buff looking guy with slicked back dark hair asks me so I tell him my name. "Tyler Jameson, district 7."
He browses a list and then nodds aprovingly.
"Welcome." He presses a stamp on my wrist. At a closer look I see that the ink is fluorescent and seems to melt into my skin.
This place is buzzing with life and the uprisers don't seem sad. Despite their curious looks they don't seem to care much about me.
Observing every person, every detail about this place I try not to come off as insecure. Standing straight I approach the next best person. "Hey, I'm new here. Can you tell who I have to talk to?"
Where? The camp hidden somewhere in the ruins of d 13.
The piece of paper in my hand is barely recognizable anymore. The rain has washed away some of the ink and I can only guess where I'm supposed to be going. The ruins are a true mace.
With the few belongings I brought along hidden in my pack on my bag I keep searching while the rain is pouring down on me. I'm already soaked to the bone and cold so I'm desperate to find the entrance to that 'secret campground'.
Angrily I curse when I reach another point where I have to turn around instead of actually finding the entrance. I kick at the stone in front of my feet which bounces, bounces and then disappears.
Suddenly I'm wide awake. In front of me is a hole in the wall, a gap between the ruins of what could have been a house. Squeezing through the gap I can smell the faint smell of smoke from a fire.
Further and further I make through the house until I come out on the other side and, behind a metal door, find a space in between the ruins.
The space is nothing special but what is in that space truly is. Despite all rumors of district 13 being dead and gone there are various tents, a big fire and people. The space was well chosen as it is hidden by walls on each side and barely visible from the sky because of a few large trees that act like a roof made of leaves.
Curious eyes scan me, then point me in the right direction.
The further I venture into the set up tents the more excited I get.
Only a few 'guards' are positioned around them.
"Who are you?" A buff looking guy with slicked back dark hair asks me so I tell him my name. "Tyler Jameson, district 7."
He browses a list and then nodds aprovingly.
"Welcome." He presses a stamp on my wrist. At a closer look I see that the ink is fluorescent and seems to melt into my skin.
This place is buzzing with life and the uprisers don't seem sad. Despite their curious looks they don't seem to care much about me.
Observing every person, every detail about this place I try not to come off as insecure. Standing straight I approach the next best person. "Hey, I'm new here. Can you tell who I have to talk to?"
