@Lalice of Shrubs: Accepted. Welcome to the RP! Looks like most of us have pretty sporadic activity, which is why I'm going to enforce the summary thing every 5-10 pages for people to call on.
@The Macintosh Ninja: Even though I'm putting up the first post now (Officially opening the RP, woop.) You've got loads of time yet.
@Everyone: Female:Male Ratio is fairly even and the males are nearly tipping the scale in their favor, that's a first! (Three males out of seven characters, thus four females.) I mean not like the genders are pitted against each other but it's nice to see so much diversity.
So with all of this out of the way.. let us begin. World is up to us to build.
Date: Thursday, November 19th, 1998.
Time: Evening. Around five minutes past seven.
Weather Conditions: Clear. For now. However, it's getting darker outside as the nights shorten.
Human Activity: Unusually quiet.
Other Notes: The Scrapyard - Blue's current location - is open to metahumans.
Purely because it's been abandoned by human control for now.
Blue pulled herself into the back seat of her rusted hulk of a car, cursing her luck. Or rather, the lack thereof. The window next to head started to crack from her irritation, and she grimaced. No luck at all today, no - she'd done more running from angry clients than she'd been able to do any actual pilfering of food. Not that she usually ran, but today was different. Some human repairmen had been around to fix the shock collars merely a day after she'd broke them for them, something that she couldn't help when they had no real schedule, and of course they weren't too happy about that.
Plus, the shock collars were getting harder and harder to break. She'd have to lay off for a while or raise the price - she hadn't broken her own in weeks, if the purple ring around her neck proved anything - and see where it'd go from there. She settled down on the back seat of the unmoving car, which had been without an engine for years by this point, and peered out of the cracked window.
"Wonder if this is how nerds see the world when their glasses get broken for the first time," She mused to herself.
She shrugged and sat back, placing her backpack in the footwell. She was just getting settled when, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw what appeared to be the beam of a flashlight. That couldn't be good - the homeless people around these parts knew their way around blindfolded by this point. It left one other option.. assuming it was a human.
"Oh, sweet," Blue murmured sarcastically. Here she was, holed up in some car and unable to escape without attracting attention, with a bloody human of all things probably turning the corner right now.
Not that she could see who it was, but it couldn't have been a regular if they had a flashlight of all things. She ducked down in the seat so that she couldn't be seen out of the windows, gripping a stanley knife out of her pocket. Her day wasn't done yet. She'd wait... see who it was before she did anything. The cover wouldn't hurt.