Steampunk Oblivion [ RP, GMs: Aura & Blu ]

Steampunk Oblivion. Doesn't sound so bad right? Out in the middle of nowhere, hot as fuck.... tons of things to eat you including your closest friends.... Naw, this place is amazing!! You only have to manage to live each day, fight for food, water and just to breathe in fresh air since a fucking nuke went and raped the earth a year or so back and turned it into an epic wasteland.... Just fucking perfect. This is exactly where you want to be. Okay cut the shit life here fucking sucks, and you're officially a motherfucking scavenger. Now get off your asses and survive.

Lingering around the massive Wasteland, was a blue-haired female with nothing other than a twig used for a fucking bow, and another couple of branches, that were in fact, supposed to be arrows. She stopped to sit atop a rock, higher up and off the edge of a cliff-side, breathing in some fresh air, and taking a moment to relax. Her knees were scabbed up, and her hands were covered in injuries, but hey - she was alive. Running her fingers through her hair, she felt the muck and dirt in it, and shook her head to get it out. She sneezed and then wiped her nose, and looked down to see that she was bleeding.

"Fucking Hell." She muttered. She looked at the tops of her hands, that were wrapped with rags. The girl turned back around, when suddenly, she heard some rocks fall behind her. Instantly getting to her feet, she drew her shit bow, and pointed it towards where the sound was coming from. "Show yourself!" She yelled, shaking a bit.

Not far off, was a red haired women, her blue eyes scanning the world and the cliffs around her. She had barely been able to survive. Climbing up the side of the cliff her hand slipped on a rock and she barely managed to catch herself before she fell. Grumbling she heard someone yelling. Deadpanning, she grabbed the nearest rock, un-wedged it from the cliff side and tossed it over the edge and towards the voice.

"It's ME dumbass!" Aura yelled in response and hoisted herself up and over. Once on her feet, she brushed the crap off of her and stretched. "No luck on food by the way, and put that damn bow down." She said rolling her eyes and walking over towards her blue-haired companion, her sister by chance of things.

The two were together when the apocalypse happened and luckily they both survived only to end up in this hell hole they were in now. Now, they were stuck together defending each other and just trying to stay alive. Which was proving to be increasingly difficult. Blu put the bow down and relaxed, and then the two sisters decided to sit down, and fucking relax before they had to haul ass the fuck out of there. The last thing they needed, was to be there when night fell upon them.

Cain sat down on a rock and kicked at the sand beneath his feet. His eyes scanned the world around him, a large vast area aside for a small ridgeline not far from where they were, and that was where they were heading. At his side was a small child who crawled up and sat in his lap. Smiling he looked her over and smoothed out her white hair, now dirtied and seemingly stained.

"Are you alright, my dear?" he asked softly and she nodded cuddling into his chest. "I bet you're tired. I'll carry you for a little while, alright? We should be at the ridgeline within the hour..." or so he hoped, who knew what dangers this world had before them.

Standing and holding the child to his chest, he continued walking eyes fixated on the location before him, never once stopping to get there. He just wanted the shade and the relaxation. Hoping no one was around so they could get a good nights rest. Hoping, and praying to a god that didn't exist.

Salvation was laying on his back, and for once, he wasn't getting any. Which was lame, because he was horny as fuck. But no, not now. All he was doing now, was laying on the edge of a cliff, staring out at the sun, which was just beating down on him annoyingly.

He was currently not in the best of condition, in fact, he was actually in the process of bleeding out. All the fuck over the place. Unable to really move, he used his left hand and slowly tried to grab for something to help him - obviously there was nothing other than his torn fabricated handkerchief - to really aid him.

"Goddamnit, MELVIN! Where the hell are you!!?" He yelled. Even near death, he was still bitching. He laid there and closed his eyes, tears falling from them in either direction. He opened them and glared at the fucking sun, so fucking pissed that this even happened to him in the first place.

And what did happen to him? Well... we will get to that.

*snikt-snikt-snikt* The sound the blade made scrapping against the whetstone was almost a comfort to the ragged, hooded man hiding from the sun. Looking up, he chuckled to himself and thought about the irony of the situation he was in.

"Spent 16 years perfecting the art of theft," Tief said aloud, to no one in particular, "So I could live in a fucking world with no one to fucking steal from."

He clutched at the oddly-shaped pistol at his side. It was out of place on the rest of his plain black outfit.

Quite a distance away (and believe me, we mean, quite a distance with this one here), was Salvation's younger twin brother, Christopher. He was currently standing on a pile of filthy remains; what looked like dead animals, and an old fort of some kind. Shaking, and shivering, the boy in nothing but old rags looked around, attempting to find some strange animal that had managed to run by. But he couldn't find it. He stood there in total silence with his sling-shot, and waited.

But there was no more animal. The hot earth seemed to just sink into itself, and all of the loose metals and pieces of whatever laying around, seemed to just heat up the area even more. The boy began to overheat, the sun just raging at him full blast. He was somewhere in the desert, by orders of their small group's leader - who wanted to hunt for something they could eat. Unfortunately though, there really wasn't much of anything, anywhere. And what was worse - one of them was injured, without their knowledge.

"PREPARE YA ANUS!!!" The loud and absolutely ASTOUNDING voice of Melvin Louie-Leon, echoed into the wind, and then it blew his words back into his face - and with sand. "Goddamnit. That shit got into my hair."

Wearing a rather flat expression, the Keeper (or what the two twins called their Keeper), emerged from the dusty crevice that he was scrounging around in, looking for things to make, things to sell - anything. Unfortunately, other than a few scraps of metal and a few rags, he hadn't found shit. Not even a rat. Swearing his fucking ass off, he came out of the tiny cavern, and then made his way up the side of the cliff-edge, where stupid Salvation was busy dying apparently. The skin on his fingers cracked open and began to bleed, while he climbed up the rocks towards the top.

"Sal? What the fuck are you going on about asshole?!!" He called out. "And where the fuck is Chris- HOLY SHIT!!"

When Melvin finally got his ass up to the top of the desert's cliff, he found Sal, in a mess of his own blood. Apparently, something had attacked him or some shit, and he had fallen backwards onto his metal-scrap knife, and well, it was now tightly lodged into his side.

"You really are a dumbfuck, you know that right?" He muttered, leaning over the shithead.

Blu lazily looked over her bow, and then turned to her sister. The sun was nothing but a menace, when it was this high into the sky. And even though her sister might have enjoyed such a bright welcoming, Blu did not.

"So where to now? Not like there's anything useful out here. We need to find more things for clothing, and somehow locate more food.... which is next to near impossible at this point." She said with a sigh.

The girl with the blue hair sat down on the dirt grounding and pulled out a small rock. She began to use it to sharpen the edges of the sticks and rocks wrapped to them, which she had constructed somefuckinghow into arrows. Jagged and messed up arrows anyways, but hey - it was something.

"Shut up Melvin something came out of one of those cracks in the ground and attacked me. Scared the fucking shit out of me. Ugh... I'm kind of bleeding, so if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you kindly pulled this knife out of my side, and stuffed me full of something to clot this. And don't stick your dick in me either, the hole's not that big." Salvation laid there and flicked his tongue at the male peering down over him, and grinned sadistically. It was almost as though the fuck was enjoying himself. Or something.

He really did want to know what the fuck that was that had slapped him in the face. (He was sure that it was a T, or a tail - but not the usual tail he was used to getting slapped with in other stories!) It was some kind of sandworm, but it had struck so fast, that he hadn't been able to do much other than stumble backwards, and fall on his blade. Which was really smart, considering he was at the top of a cliff.

"Well..." Aura looked around, and lifted her hand over her eyes to shield out the sun so she could look around. "We came from the west, so I guess we should continue heading east towards that ridge. Should be a cave or something we can hide in for the night assuming there's nothing living in it..." sighing she walked towards her sister and kicked at the sand.

It was hot, yes, too hot for even the female who considered herself more of a phoenix than anything. "Come on then." she picked up a couple of the supplies they had and headed off east, towards the ridge line, praying and hoping they would find some supplies and more importantly, some water or food they could eat. A stray animal, anything.

Christopher followed the ridge up the side where the other two were, and rather silently so. It was amazing he still managed to be totally silent, checking to make sure that he wasn't knocking any rocks down or disturbing any earthen structures he had to use to climb upon. Shockingly, he was rather good at sneaking up on things, much like his older brother was. Though, he didn't tend to fall backwards onto a knife, atop a cliff.

The boy jumped a bit, and stepped back when he caught the eyes of his Keeper. He looked worriedly at him, and his brother. Immediately he knelt beside Salvation and Melvin, then began to work as fast as he could, to help his brother. His hands were full of sand and grime, but he did his best to get the knife out, and then cover the wound. He tore off some of the rags that he had, and did his best to put pressure on the wound. Not really having something to clot it with, he only looked over at the spiky-haired male, who seemed to have rage on the mind or something.

Chris laid there beside his brother and kept the cloth there, ignoring Sal's yells and foul language as he shouted about how much it hurt him. The kid did nothing but lay there, still completely silent. He rarely spoke, unless there was a real need to anyways. Or unless their Keeper demanded him to.

Kevin looked out ahead of him and sighed with relief. "A town" Kevin stated with sweat pouring from his dirt covered and bloodied face. He looked at his blood drenched ragged clothing as he smiled. Kevin turned around to pick up the hind legs of what seemed to look like some sort of freshly slaughtered mutant creature. The creature was mucusing and pusing.Inside that creature seemed to be bloody glass bottles toped with water. The sun ponding on his face. Exaughstion, tiredness and loss of energy hit him.

He stared at the town in the distance. "Almost there" he said with a tiredess in his breath. I wonder if they have food there. Or even ... a nice bed would do actually. He thought to himself as he dragging and pulling the creature behind him. His legs burning in agonizing pain. "Almost there" "Almost there"

The town got closer and closer. I made it. He thought to himself with great happiness. The people in the town emidiatly stoped what they were doing when they noticed him enter. Kevin became skewd. He begain to slowly walk into town. The people stared at him in awkward silence.