they're not taking us alive | open rp

joi | female
joi | male

I shall add everyone once I have my internet back or I can be bothered to get dressed and sit in the maccas carpark and steal their free wifi

....does that mean "McDonald's parking-lot" because if it does that's the classiest way I've ever heard it phrased.

@ The God of Mischief.
It does mean that letting my inner Australian out.

@ peter quill.
I'll be working then.

Your Name: Joi
Character Name: Finn Harper
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Orientation: Bisexual
Bio: Finn was born in the United States and resided there up until her parent's divorce sent her and her mom to London, which was where her mother had lived prior to meeting her father. She's been in London since she was sixteen, yet she always goes back to America to visit her father and his side of the family as much as she can. For college, she decided to study at the University of Manchester and she graduated with a degree in medical biochemistry. Now after years of working in a doctor's office and studying privately in a coworker's lab, it's come down to this. Finn wants to help stop the epidemic from spreading if she can, but if not, she'll go down trying.
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Your Name: Joi
Character Name: Nathaniel Howard
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Orientation: Straight
Bio: Nathaniel was born and raised in London to a single mother of three who was constantly working. When he wasn't stuck at home taking care of his younger siblings, he was usually reading all the newspapers and magazines he could get his hands on. Instead of going off to university, Nathaniel decided it'd be best if he stayed home and let his mother save money for the younger two, just because he knew how hard him going would hit her. He doesn't regret his decision one bit and he actually enjoys the small job he has now at a bookstore by his flat.
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@ tendo choi

Oh no D:

@ peter quill.

I work 10pm - 6am every Sunday to Thursday. :|

Tomorrow is the day I finally get to update this! I can not wait for internet.

I will also be adding three more characters. Please don't judge me.

@ margot verger.

UPDATE THE LIST
You know... so we can start...

I thought you'd like a reminder

@ margot verger. @ tendo choi @ diamandis. @ The God of Mischief.

I was told to start this so we're starting Finally

@ peter quill.
SO PICK SOMEONE AND START

I WAS FEEDING MY CATS SORRY

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Jesse
This wasn’t what Jesse had had in mind when he’d been sent down to London. He’d been picturing standing sentry, glued to some checkpoint letting doctors and their staff pass in and out if they had the right paperwork so they could do what they could for the infected. He hadn’t been picturing this: acting as a security guard for a host of the country’s most recognisable faces as they held a fucking press conference outside the checkpoint leading to ground zero. Yet here he was, one eye on the crowd as the Prime Minister concluded his speech.


Horatio
Horatio was glad his speech was coming to a close. Of course, there were half a dozen slated to follow his as the government attempted to restore order, restore faith in the idea that they would cure this disease – whatever it was – and disperse the idiotic rumours springing up online that this was the beginning of some sort of zombie apocalypse. The speech sounded false, even to him, and he could see on the faces of the audience before him. But what else could he say? That the reason the media had kept quiet was because the experts in ground zero had seen, what appeared at face value, to be the dead reanimating? That it looked as though that yeah maybe judgement day – or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it – had descended? The truth would be political suicide, not just for him but for all of them who’d heard the preliminary reports of the first team that had gone in there. No, better to lie, better to say that progress was slow, better to lie and tell them everything would be figured out soon so long as the nation stood together, remind the people that solidarity meant everything. Better to let everyone think the bloggers and eye witnesses were nutters and conspiracy theorists looking to shake them up for their own sick reasons and assure people this was a freak outbreak of a new disease.

He couldn’t quite believe these words had been leaving his mouth. A sense of relief that encompassed him as he opened his mouth to utter the closing sentences of his speech so he could pass the microphone off to the Health Secretary.

“We will defeat this disease. It will not cripple us as a nation. I would like to reiterate that we have the best of the best from all over the world looking for a way to end this epidemic.” And with that he stepped back from the podium, his stomach knotting as he heard the sarcastic applause from the crowd. God he hated doing these things when they were being broadcast live. It felt like he could feel every set of eyes in the country gazing at him, it was more than a little bit unsettling.

[ Can I still join this? If so...

Jesse | Male ]

[Of course you can! ]

Robert
Robert was standing off to the side of Horatio trying not to let a smirk slip onto his face. He was watching his hot blonde wife out of the corner of his eye. His mind was not on this stupid fucking conference right now; it was set on her reaction to his nice little text message he had manage to send to her moments ago. A text that had been sitting there waiting to be sent since this morning while he was getting ready. Did he feel bad about what her mouth around his cock? Of course he fucking wasn't. It wasn't his fault that her husband was the fucking president and he barely had any time to fuck her. He was just lucky he was around so he could slip his cock into her. He didn't care that it could ruin Horatio's marriage. The only thing he was worried about was if it was slipped to the media because that would greatly fuck up his career.

[cbf post more than one, but at least I posted don't hate me Vicky]

Dr. Doyle
It was official, if Agatha had to sit through yet another press conference she was going to kill someone. This was the third time she was forced to sit front and center to listen to the ho-hum drone of "Everything will be okay" to keep up a smiling, optimistic, appearance instead of doing what she was flown over to do: study the damn virus. The amount of politics surrounding everything was infuriating when it came to business. Her studies, her experiments, were being interrupted not daily but hourly by government officials demanding different things of her. Say this not that, skew those results, scale the others, don't ask questions, mind your superiors. She didn't even get a say in these things, her words were recycled and retreaded before being handed out by some official in a suit and tie to the public. It was infuriating, it was impractical, it was getting the research nowhere.


Alexander
Press conference number three. Alex sat somewhere behind Dr. Doyle, not bestowed with a high enough honor to join her, and took notes vigorously. He hated this. He hated every piece of this. Once, long ago, he was excited for the flight over to London, for the chance of a lifetime studying a new disease before he even graduated. But that was a few months ago. It turned out that all a "Chance of a life time" entailed was coffee runs and report writing, he hardly ever even got to go into the laboratories. He sighed, taking a break from his recording as the Prime Minister faltered, and looked around. Everyone there was terrified and unbelieving. Not a single soul beyond the first row of researchers looked optimistic, but at least some of the men in uniform guarding the really important figures looked cute. Quietly as he went back to his notes he supposed that it was a perk, no matter how tiny of one it was.


Jake
Did anyone actually believe any of this bullshit? There was no way that they could, even the Prime Minister seemed to be wary of the word vomit that spilled from between his teeth. Frustrated with the psychobabble they were trying to enforce he turned off the TV before practically stomping. Jake didn't trust them for a second, the government always tried to make these big deals seem tiny, especially after his mother had been taken away for testing. He wasn't sure what had exactly happened that night in the hospital's ER room after the car accident, all he knew was that as he stood next to his mother's cot that her heart EKG flatlined. It wasn't until she gripped him tight enough that he fell forward, his father grabbing him back and calling for help, that it even occurred to him that the EEG was still monitoring steady levels of activity. Ever since then she'd been quarantined. Jake didn't trust an ounce of the government's bullshit.

(Your Name: Jesse
Character Name: Adam Jackson
Gender: Male
Age:24
Orientation: Straight
Bio: Adam is a famous parkour/freerunner, and has been training to be such since he was a kid. As soon as he could run, he was climbing, and shortly after vaulting. He trained in gymnastics and cross-country running specifically before moving on to train in an actual freerunning gym. He dedicated his life to it most likely because that was the only constant in his life. He had a father who beat him, and a mother who slept around before they both were killed due to illness (ironically not the illness which is threatening everyone now). Because of his upbringing, he is usually silent and speaks with his actions, although he can be easily struck into hostility.
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(I've had no free time today and I'm about to go to work, but I'll try and post tomorrow.)

[That's cool Timmy, I'm probably not going to have time to post tonight either because course for work tomorrow ugh.]