Sex, death, drugs and religion, in an interesting night time telly sort of way (Phrase borrowed from Eddie Izzard).
Fast forward 100 years from today. A freak change in climate has caused massive flooding all around the globe. Sea levels are at their highest, turning the Earth into one large blue sphere, dotted with tiny points of land. Knowledge, order, lives are lost to the abyss that is the swirling angry sea.
Send the clock forward another fifty seven years. The world is just starting to see something like order again. Water levels are slowly receding, and those who were children during the floods are now grandparents, or close to it. Old technologies have been unearthed, new methods of generating power have been created, and the generation that survived the floods has made up their mind to start moving in a new direction.
To keep their world from turning against them again, they intend to live alongside nature, rather than wage a war against it.
Education, communication- many aspects of their old lives have been kept, but many have been discarded. For example, cremation is now a mandatory form of "burial"- there isn't enough space to bury the dead, and with medical practice just beginning to fledge again, no community wants to risk the disease.
A new, unseen disease is spreading among the young people of this mesa-top community in what was once called Arizona, however. With less regard to mother nature, and more regard to their own wants and desires, it spreads like wildfire-
A vampiric virus.
Crest Community High School: Even after the destruction caused by years of floods, its students are as ignorant and average as those of today. With fewer people to enforce the rules, they run a muck- drinking, drugs, and sex are only a few of their favorite pass-times these days.
As the person typing this description, I am trying my damnedest not to say "Let's take a look, shall we?"
Currently, there are three definite characters in this roleplay. Let me know when you join so I can add you to the list. ^.^
Emily Margaret Logan (Cold)
Olivia Miranda Cuore (Warm (ua))
Roscoe Allen Murphy (Cold (ua))
Mikhail Revaltchev (Cold (ua))
"Whatever gets the job done, I suppose." She shut her eyes, trying to push the noise out of her head. It was obvious from the expression on her face, however, that a headache was starting to form where the tranquil thought and calculation had been before. "I think I need to find a new job."
Mikhail smiled at Amber's astuteness. There really was no hiding from her power. "No, he got sent to the hospital, anonymously, but that's what I would have liked to have done to him." A gleam appeared in his eye, a vengeful look that made it clear that he hadn't gotten over the incident yet. "No, I actually tripped him and he fractured his skull on the pavement."
"It was probably the hospital visit that threw me off," Amber said, looking thoughtful. "Going to have to look into that. Anyway, I think I'd have done the same if I had to put up with that." Something seemed to catch her attention on the other side of the room- her glance quickly changed directions, lingering only for a moment before returning to everyone else. "Emily, please button up your top button, will you? I have to listen to these people. For the rest of the day."
It took Mikhail a second for the question to register in his brain. "Oh, right, well, there's only so much harassment one kid will take. It kind of had to stop when I got sent to the hospital with internal bleeding. So, I told the guy to meet me outside the school at about five o'clock, and I was waiting, and jumped him. The police didn't even find a body."
"Getting into people's heads isn't all I can do," Amber admitted. "That's how I can tell so quickly. But yeah, it's a pretty interesting experience. Sometimes it gets a little annoying, hearing people cross your boundaries without being able to say anything. Seeing it is worse." She paused thoughtfully, giving Mikhail his wrist back. "What did the kid do, anyway?"
"That's a neat ability. How can you tell so quickly? I would think you'd at least need a blood sample," Mikhail commented. He was interested in the idea of becoming a vampire. "Tell me, though, is the whole getting inside people's minds a unique thing? It would be interesting to figure out what would make you so special."
"I hope you're not expecting any hocus pocus," Amber warned, taking his wrist in her hand. "My belt's a little tight at the moment in that respect." She hoped he got the vague allusion; explaining the idea of Christianity being just a little anti-what-she-was-doing-here was probably a bad idea while the cause of her apprehension was sitting at the table. Unlike her sister, she tended to mind her P's and Q's, and tried not to offend anyone. "He should be fine, as long as he isn't like sixty when it happens." Which she didn't think it would be.
Mikhail could figure that Amber was much more mild than her sister. He figured that she was who Emily had been talking about. "Alright, go right ahead. I don't think dying is such a bad thing anymore. It might not really happen after all." He held his arm out.
"Do you really think- erm-" Amber's eyes wandered over to Adam, and then back to Mikhail, then up at Emily. "Don't you think it ought to wait until the new boy-" She then decided that she didn't care. "Alright, Mikhail," she sighed. "Hold out your arm for a couple of seconds?"
"Oh, I've heard it's an interesting experience," Emily grinned. "So, Amber, since I'm sure you know why I'm here, I'd like you to give Mikhail a once-over. I would hate to see him try to speed up the process himself and wind up dead. It would be a terrible shame. He makes me think, you see."
"Well, Logan, of course," Emily smiled, leaning on her sister's shoulders. "You couldn't figure it out by the name?" Amber winced, obviously not happy with the contact. In a sibling sort of way. "Hm, Roscoe has a pet, huh? Nice to meet you." She twiddled Amber's hair absentmindedly.
Mikhail looked at the new person who had sat down. "Roscoe, I didn't know you kept pets, other than Olivia of course." He smirked at Olivia in a friendly way. She was probably the only one he was even remotely open with, and that meant he only told maybe two and a half of his thoughts to her. "Anyway, Amber, wait, teacher's aide, that means last name terms. What do you go by?"
"Roscoe had an incident about a week ago, involving a gun and a visit to the hospital. We're still not sure how he survived. I didn't know they could reconstruct that much brain matter, to be honest." Amber forced a smile, still trying to prepare herself for the general existence of her sister. "Though just how much brain matter it actually was is still in question."
"So, what did I mi- Oh, hey Amber. Hey- uh-" Roscoe was at a loss as to who Adam was (for in Roscoe's mind, boys named Adam who existed did not sit at his table. In the seat next to him. In his bubble). "Uh...Uhm- excuse me, did they, uh, invite you over here?"