(OOC: Here's the RP.. I figured I would start the intro post before I went to bed. As much as I like enthusiasm, I'm going to have to ask you guys to not post anything more than your intro for the time being..)
<span style="color:red;font-family:century gothic;font-size:large;">RESIDENT EVIL</span>
<span style="color:red;font-family:century gothic;font-size:small;"> Midnight Crisis</span>
Veribrant City, 8:00PM
The Rettelli Residence
Amidst the darkness of a quiet apartment, a light shone. This light flickered every so often, casting a misshapen shadow about the room.
"Attention... please... may... have... attention... please..." The reporter on TV droned, his voice being drowned out by the static weaving in and out of existence. A shadowed figure sat in a leather armchair directly across from the TV, hunched over and watching it intently.
"Do not... panic... only... make things worse... keep calm..." The reporter's voice was still audible, although the noise of the growing static kept getting louder, threatening to drown him out and plunge him into a sea of grey any moment. The figure's jaw tightened slightly.
"Please... stay in... house... lock... doors... windows..." Came the reporter again. Behind the reporter was a thick wooden double-door carved of oak. It sported a polished brass handle. Chaos could be heard in the background.
"End... near... pray... now..." The reporter finished just as the doors behind him burst open. The shadowy figure sitting in the chair saw a vaguely human form burst through the door and fling itself upon the reporter just as the screen faded to static.
After waiting a few moments, the figure stood up. The dull light coming from the TV was just enough to illuminate him. The figure was obviously a teenager. Perched upon his head was an unruly mop of light brown hair and resting not far below that was a set of icy blue eyes. The teenager was rather large and looked fairly well built.
"What am I gonna do?" The teenager thought to himself, beginning to walk about the room slowly. His eyes were wide in disbelief and shock and he kept nervously glancing down at his hands, which were shaking at his side. Vincent hadn't had the faintest clue of what was going on. Just yesterday he'd been at school. Things had been normal. Just a few days before that, he had been to the movies with a girl. Things had been normal then as well. But now..? What was happening now..? What was going to become of him..? What of his home..? All these thoughts were racing through his mind as he mindlessly meandered about the apartment.
"What's going to happen to my family..?" He wondered as he stepped into the kitchen area, which was attached to the living room. He then remembered his mother, father, and older brother were all at work outside the city. He allowed himself a small sigh of relief in knowing that they were probably safe. Well, safer than he was, at any rate. His mind continued to toy with all these possible scenarios while his hands deftly opened one of the drawers. His actions were stiff, almost robot-like. Slowly he pulled out a gleaming black handgun. Distant memories assailed him like a flood tide...
"Here Vince, take this. I know that Veribrant's a nice city and all, but you can never be too careful. Pretty soon you'll be on your own..." A tall, dark man, maybe in his 30's had said to him. This man was his uncle John, who had visited from out of town on his 16th birthday.
A dull moan brought him back to reality. His heart began to pound loudly in his chest. It was pounding so hard he thought it was going to leap out of his chest and plop onto the counter any second. He could hear dull footsteps coming from outside the door... followed by the hollow rattle of someone trying to turn the doorknob. Vincent immediately raised the handgun and thumbed off the safety with a click. There was a series of mechanical clicks as he racked the slide on the handgun. Luckily for him, he had left it loaded.
There was a dull groan as the doorknob swung open on its hinges. The teenager raised the handgun, taking aim at the door. His eyes widened in horror as his brain registered what he was aiming at...
...You have entered the world of survival horror.
Edited by: Wishbone Ash at: 7/21/03 11:14 am