[ There's a man going around the red zones of the city today! And he's doing a pretty bad job of being sneaky about it. ]

[ ... Rather, he's pointedly banging an iron rod against anything that'll make a returning noise. ]

Finding these things is taking way too damn long...

[A new face seems to have found an old recyclable bag and is cautiously walking around the neutral zone. She pauses to check the debris, occasionally placing anything of interest into her bag. If your eyes are really good, you might have spotted her wandering the red zones before, but you wouldn't be greeted by a long, empty stare then.]

All right. This place is pretty fuckin' run down to be hell.

And what the hell am I suppose to do with this? Serve breakfast?

[waves around his frying pan]

[Ban is new and has managed to at least wander himself into a neutral zone. Feel free to drop in and welcome him to his new situation. <3]

[is you're wandering through the red zones and look up, you may see Yuri! He is settled in the windowsills of one of the decaying building's, observing]

((Feel free to mingle~))

[So, surely not everyone is just hanging out neutral territory endlessly? Afterall, even if you aren't looking for a fight, there's old buildings to ransack, and of course, just exploring is something to do ( Read more... )

[Once inside the city, Tom allows himself one small moment of panic. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. He'd practised for months, made sure to do everything with the utmost precision...he'd even decided to use the Room of Hidden Things, to ensure that he wouldn't be disturbed.

And now...what? He was dead? Just like that? It was ( Read more... )

[Assuring himself of this fact one more time:] I can't be dead.

[Needless to say, Barnaby is noooot pleased to be here. Wherever here is. He last remembers his apartment, and the rough feeling of the cold floor pressed against his skin as he tried to get his cell phone. He remembers pain, from his side, after the fight--did he break a rib?--and ( Read more... )

[ Travel to the edge of the central neutral zone and you'll find a man dressed for a different era with gravity-defying hair, sitting on the broken steps of a rundown building and staring out across at the ruined city while smoking from a pipe ( Read more... )

. . . they really like to make this difficult, huh.

[ Some guy is slowly meandering down the street. There's a hatchet handle sticking out of a pocket, if you're into that kind of thing. He isn't really looking where he is going but every now and then he'll stop and turn his head to the side. He's also sent out a message, but it isn't like he' ( Read more... )

[somewhere in the Central Neutral Zone one of the apartments is looking and sounding pretty lively... lots of shuffling around and shouting. The lights are on in one of the upper floors, and that seems to be where the commotion is coming from, along with a delicious smell ( Read more... )