03-18-2007, 11:21 PM
Character: Android 13
Personality: Cold, Ruthless, Logical Thinking.
Planet: Earth
Email: lmc87 at hotmail dot co dot uk
Three Moves: Still not decided yet.
Evening folks how are you all doing? Good to see chubbs is still around, can't belive how many years its been. A bit of background on me and roleplaying, well i've been RP'ing for a number of years now. For all you old timers out there (and i know your still kicking around) may not remember me but i used to be Cell on DBZ Assasins when that was still up (long time ago i know) Since then i've been on and off chubbs for about a year at a time, coming back every so often to make some threads and signatures. We used to have signature competitions here back in the day, they were quite fun. Is Kami still around? i miss that grumpy bugger, what about Vegeta? is he still living in Japan?
Onething, even if i can't get a character can i get a basic account? i'd love to be able to post in OOC and catch up with all that i've missed.
********Roleplay*********
The monotone hum of electrical equipment filled the small laboratory with a chilling echo. Gears and leavers clunked away and the timely drip of condensation flowed from the isolation chamber, splattering against the floor into a pool of stagnant water. Across the room lay moulded pizza boxes and a small mountain of tin cans sprawled out of the trash can, no one had left this room for months.
The eerie silence was shattered by the piercing ring of the telephone, it sat there on the desk with the computer hidden under a mountain of data sheets and reports. "uhrgh" groaned the worn out scientist as he picked up the reciever, slowly placing it by his head on the desk. "H-H-Hello...who is this?" stuttered the tired worker, abruptly awakened from his slumber. On the other end of the phone a gust of wind could be heard howling around the area. The crackling of thunder rumbled away, "Is he ready?...your time is almost up...Dr. Shiroto"
Bones cracked as Shiroto jumped in his seat, the hair on the back of his neck slowly standing to attention. "How do you know my name? I-I-I...there is nothing here of interest for you" proclaimed the shaken man, a lump in his throat stuttered his words. The beads of sweat on his forehead glistened in the luminous light, with one grubby hand he swept the away. "Oh my friend...I know alot more than you think" a small murmur of laughter could be heard, the thunder getting louder and louder. "You have one week Shiroto, one week and i'm coming for him" the small click from the telephone echoed around the room, followed by the deep nervouse pants of breathe from Shiroto.
Shiroto stood on his feet and slowly made his away across the room, kicking the garbage from months of isolation out of the way. In front of him stood a gigantic pod, filled with a blue water like liquid. With one hand the months of accumulated dust was brushed aside, the particles floating in the air with ease. "You are no where near restored, are you my friend?" proclaimed Shiroto, looking at the container.
Inside floated a lifeless body and metal. Severely cut and battered 13 stood, held inplace by two metal barbs protruding underneath his shoulders. Masses of cables sprawled around the capsule like spaghetti each connecting either into the android or some smaller peice of analysing equipment. His left leg was totally dismembered, nothing was left apart from a few severed wires and some twisted linkage. The robots right arm had no skin, revealing the gunmetal alloy which kept his body together. His yellowy flesh ripped away from the shoulder, parts could be seen floating around the tank.
"A week, to bring you back alive" Shiroto let out a pathetic laugh and a shrug, he slowly turned around and gazed at the mess of his once vibrant lab. He began to pace back towards his desk, with his left arm raised he slid it across the table top sending sheets of paper soaring into the air along with his piano black telephone. His white coat flapping around as he turned on the spot and sat on his desk. His greasy hair shone in the light as the bulb flickered in a desperate attempt to stay on. Shiroto gazed at the encased beast in front of him, contemplating just exactly what he would do next.
The smell of dampness and mould entered his lungs as he took in a deep breathe, the scribbling of ink onto faded yellow paper has now brought the once dormant labyrinth back into life.
Thats all for now
Personality: Cold, Ruthless, Logical Thinking.
Planet: Earth
Email: lmc87 at hotmail dot co dot uk
Three Moves: Still not decided yet.
Evening folks how are you all doing? Good to see chubbs is still around, can't belive how many years its been. A bit of background on me and roleplaying, well i've been RP'ing for a number of years now. For all you old timers out there (and i know your still kicking around) may not remember me but i used to be Cell on DBZ Assasins when that was still up (long time ago i know) Since then i've been on and off chubbs for about a year at a time, coming back every so often to make some threads and signatures. We used to have signature competitions here back in the day, they were quite fun. Is Kami still around? i miss that grumpy bugger, what about Vegeta? is he still living in Japan?
Onething, even if i can't get a character can i get a basic account? i'd love to be able to post in OOC and catch up with all that i've missed.
********Roleplay*********
The monotone hum of electrical equipment filled the small laboratory with a chilling echo. Gears and leavers clunked away and the timely drip of condensation flowed from the isolation chamber, splattering against the floor into a pool of stagnant water. Across the room lay moulded pizza boxes and a small mountain of tin cans sprawled out of the trash can, no one had left this room for months.
The eerie silence was shattered by the piercing ring of the telephone, it sat there on the desk with the computer hidden under a mountain of data sheets and reports. "uhrgh" groaned the worn out scientist as he picked up the reciever, slowly placing it by his head on the desk. "H-H-Hello...who is this?" stuttered the tired worker, abruptly awakened from his slumber. On the other end of the phone a gust of wind could be heard howling around the area. The crackling of thunder rumbled away, "Is he ready?...your time is almost up...Dr. Shiroto"
Bones cracked as Shiroto jumped in his seat, the hair on the back of his neck slowly standing to attention. "How do you know my name? I-I-I...there is nothing here of interest for you" proclaimed the shaken man, a lump in his throat stuttered his words. The beads of sweat on his forehead glistened in the luminous light, with one grubby hand he swept the away. "Oh my friend...I know alot more than you think" a small murmur of laughter could be heard, the thunder getting louder and louder. "You have one week Shiroto, one week and i'm coming for him" the small click from the telephone echoed around the room, followed by the deep nervouse pants of breathe from Shiroto.
Shiroto stood on his feet and slowly made his away across the room, kicking the garbage from months of isolation out of the way. In front of him stood a gigantic pod, filled with a blue water like liquid. With one hand the months of accumulated dust was brushed aside, the particles floating in the air with ease. "You are no where near restored, are you my friend?" proclaimed Shiroto, looking at the container.
Inside floated a lifeless body and metal. Severely cut and battered 13 stood, held inplace by two metal barbs protruding underneath his shoulders. Masses of cables sprawled around the capsule like spaghetti each connecting either into the android or some smaller peice of analysing equipment. His left leg was totally dismembered, nothing was left apart from a few severed wires and some twisted linkage. The robots right arm had no skin, revealing the gunmetal alloy which kept his body together. His yellowy flesh ripped away from the shoulder, parts could be seen floating around the tank.
"A week, to bring you back alive" Shiroto let out a pathetic laugh and a shrug, he slowly turned around and gazed at the mess of his once vibrant lab. He began to pace back towards his desk, with his left arm raised he slid it across the table top sending sheets of paper soaring into the air along with his piano black telephone. His white coat flapping around as he turned on the spot and sat on his desk. His greasy hair shone in the light as the bulb flickered in a desperate attempt to stay on. Shiroto gazed at the encased beast in front of him, contemplating just exactly what he would do next.
The smell of dampness and mould entered his lungs as he took in a deep breathe, the scribbling of ink onto faded yellow paper has now brought the once dormant labyrinth back into life.
Thats all for now
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