SURVIVE [e1]

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

To think you would have survived this long on Thriller Bark. However you have only just began this nightmare. Screams of defenseless being killed by hordes of undead can be heard beyond baracades and searing flames. The cieling light swaying back and forth, showing the three faces of the other survivours. With the weapons you had before you blacked out and arrived here, its time you get the hell off this boat. With the door locked, your adventure begins once you open it. Your goal is to survive until help arrives, a distress signal being triggered once you leave the room. Beware, there is more then just the drooling hordes thirsting for brains, rumors of zombies capable of leaping across the ship, ones as large as small vessels, even some that can hit as hard as a canon ball. It's best you work together despite your faction, for if your partners dont get you, THEY will.

location: basement of the ship

goal: head to the surface and make it to the evacuation ships arriving.

team:

• FRANKO
  
• NIKON
  
• PHOENIX
  
• BARBAROSSA
  
  information will be added in as players join.
  

[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

Dead silence threw out the basement of the ship. A ship that not a single one of these poor souls knew they were on. Until one by one, they awoke to a great confusion. Franko rubbed his head as he sat up in his usual black suit and Marine jacket. Of course no hat. He's always losing that damned hat. "What on earth happened?" He questioned as he looked around the room. Soon realizing he's in the basement of a familiar ship. He wondered how he knew that from just looking around a room. He thought to himself that he must have been here before. Which means when he remembers this place. He just might have an advantage. Though to what he has an advantage to, he surely doesn't know.

What sick game has he become a player in. He looked down upon the other people that he could see in the room. There are many players her for a game of what. Could this be of some mad mans plan to entertain himself. Well that could be possible. Maybe it was a betting game for the mad mans rich friends. Betting on who will survive what ever is to come. What ever it was this wasn't good. Nothing good comes from waking up in a dark gloomy room like this. Franko stood up slowly and quietly. He made his way for the door way coming to a halt as soon as he heard something creek other than his feet. He balled his fists tightly, ready to knock any fools block off.

Which may make him seem a bit thick headed. He rather not let anything catch him off guard. Or take advantage of him in this room. Though that sound could have been made by on of the people in the room. When one awakes, others are sure to follow soon after. Franko turned around looking around the room until his eyes would land on the epicenter of the creaking sound he heard. Even if it could possibly be none of them who caused it. Ships a can breath like houses do so who knows, it could be anything or anyone that made such a sound.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][style=width:422px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-32px; margin-left:-11px; margin-right:-11px; font-size:14px; font-family:vivaldi; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][style=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-3px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][style=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]Well wasn't this a fucking fabulous turn of events. Here he was, Nikon Fausto, Emperor of the Sea...Trapped down in the bowels of the island ship known to the world as Thriller Bark with what were apparently zombies roaming around outside. Well, this wasn't exactly what the Oncoming Storm had thought of when he'd woken up that morning sure as sure. He'd been awake a while now. After his mad dash through the city to find some cover from the rampant undead that now infested it, he had elected to take a few hours shut eye in readiness for his next move. His next move which would most definitely end up being getting his ass well and truly clear of this hellhole. Of course, even that wasn't looking too good now. He'd spied trouble of the very much alive kind. He'd almost let out a rather loud whooping laugh when he'd noticed just who it was that was down in this basement with him, but had managed to stifle it incase he woke the old man up. Admiral Franko Giovanni of the Marines. Even someone as new to the level of Yonkou as Nikon Fausto wasn't out the loop enough to miss his stubbled face. This was going from bad to worse. Noticing the Marine begin to stir, Nikon smiled broadly as he fixed the man with a stare, absentmindedly running his right hand along the leather bracer upon his left forearm. His white cloak had the sleeve cut off specifically to accomodate that bad boy, it was more or less his pride and joy. "Nice of ye t'wake up Giovanni. Mind tellin' me if this is some screw up of your lots?" His tone was disrespectful certainly, but he was doing his best to be as civil as possible. He just had an unrestrained hatred of those dogs who served the flag of the World Government. He couldn't help it, it was just how he was built. Despite this all encompassing hatred, self preservation and intelligence could overcome it at a time like this. The man he'd spoken to had reached the mighty rank of Admiral in a highly competitive world. He'd be a valuable ally for this one time only, Nikon wouldn't even try and backstab the fucker. That's how badly he wanted out of this place. What was pride without a beating heart after all? [/style][style=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: crap post is crap tags: brainzzzzzzzz word count:404[/style][style=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by MAVERICK of OTE!

[PHOENIX GRAVE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450px,bTable][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 0px 3px 3px -20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 118px 3px 3px -109px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin:237px 3px 0px -109px;][/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px 3px 10px 3px;font-size: 10px]"Awake at last. . ." The older man in the room thought to himself as his sword rested against his chest. His eyes have been watching the marine on the floor ever sense he and his captain arrived in his spot, he had very much so argued with his captain silently about staying in the same room as an Admiral, even if the dead were lining up outside for a bite out of them. . . But as usual, he couldn't win against his captain, who found the situation . . amusing. A sigh went off as the admiral became. . Confused, almost like a abandoned puppy in the streets. Honestly, Phoenix would much rather be taking his chances outside at the moment then to stay a moment longer in here. He and his captain could easily dispatch any mindless heaps of meat with a single swing, however this man will be different. The first mate was about to speak for the both of them in a negotiable matter, however of course. . His captain was far ahead of him, but instead of negotiating a plan to escape he out right accused the marine of causing this disturbance. He looked over to his captain in a slight glare of disapproval. "Captain . . ." He said silently with a shake of his head, this was common for the two of them. . . Far to common. [/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #0f0f0f; width: 450px;padding-left: 20px;padding-bottom: 30px;background-color: #0f0f0f; line-height: 25px;font-size: 50px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #b1b1b1;] birds black of the clear sky [/style][style=text-transform: uppercase;color: #b1b1b1;margin-top: -20px;font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px;opacity: .5; filter: alpha(opacity=50);] TOUCH YOUR FEATHERS TO MY FACE [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px;font-family: courier; font-size: 12px;] TAGGED: ---- NOTES: ---- WORD COUNT: --- TEMPLATE BY AEON OF OTE [/style]

[Admiral Susanoo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 10px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]If life ain't just a joke[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase;] Then why am I dead? [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 0px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 125px; background-image: url(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i459/5698110/2r23tjdjpg.png); width: 300px; height: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; margin-left: 125px; width: 260px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;] A tall, well-built, masked figured stood silent on top of a clock-tower in the shadows, looking down at the chaos which had been created by the new population of the walking dead. It would only be a matter of time before the marines would bring back up and handle this problem thus, ultimately, the island would be destroyed by the famous buster call which Admirals were responsible for calling. Figuring this would happen rather soon, the man leaped off the tower and began falling at a rapid speed. Immediately, the masked man released his nodachi from it's steath and slammed the blade into the stone causing sparks to fly, slowing him down quiet abit. Soon he came to a complete halt. With his feet being able to touch the ground, he quickly began to make his way to some cover. Resteathing his blade, he watched as the once happy Thriller Bark was turned into nothing more then a simply but classic horror movie. Moving into the shadows, the marine made sure to avoid contact with anyone. He continued to move in and out of the shadows, avoiding for the zombies for a decent out of time. After moving throughout the city, he managed to find cover in a basement. However, the marine found himself in a room with a fellow marine, Admiral Franko Giovanni and the infamous Yonkou, Nikon Fausto plus one of his lackeys. "Big mouth you have, Yonkou." Admiral Barbarossa said pirate, in responses to the white haired pirate. Barbarossa was ready to fight the Yonkou but sadly, it would prove pointless due the conditions they were in. Still, he stood guard in case the insane nature most pirates displayed, making Nikon no different. Tho, it didn't really matter cause in a matter of time, the pirate's life would come to an unpleasant end and justice shall be created from his bloody death and hopefully created fear into those who stood against the government and their wishes. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

"Nice of ye t'wake up Giovanni. Mind tellin' me if this is some screw up of your lots?"

Giovanni heard these words come from behind him. And as he was turning around he saw a sinister looking man. The man before him was the newly ranked Yonkou, Nikon Fausto. A man that has risen in the ranks of the pirate world. A level which matches an Admiral. Franko raised a brow at the man. His words were an honest reaction to this situation. Franko himself thought the opposite. Which brought a smile to his face. "The same could be said about you and your men. Though what you've said says other wise."

"Big mouth you have, Yonkou."

The words of a familiar man, a man known as Admiral Barbarossa. What luck this group has. Two Admirals and a Yonkou along with a lacky. This made Franko quite happy. The was very good in there favor. They can escape this basement with ease now that they have this much power. Though this was suspicious in Franko's mind. Why would such powerful men be waking up in a dark basement. "I think we should band together and escape this place." Franko suggested to the group, taking charge like a true Marine. "But we should tread lightly, I find this all to be suspicious." Franko looked back at the door when he heard a banging sound.

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

Despite the bickering of the pirates and the marines, the zombies did not care. They moved in their own desires and order, taking their time spent talking to enclose on their position, a mindless horde drooling at the door they kept them safe. Smashing their rock like fists at the door, still to no avail. However one monster stood out between the crowd, a tall zombie coughing slightly, plumes of smoke coming from its lips each time. With its leadership the zombies parted for a moment and its needle like fingers clawed at the door, shredding directly through the steel like it was nothing. In a matter of seconds the door at hit the ground, and a plume of smoke filled the room, killing the light. The room was now pitch black as they charged into the room, the smoke would cause any of the survivors to choke and gag on it if they breathed it in. Behind the last of the twenty five zombies the larger one entered, growling and coughing up a fit. With a swipe of its claw once more, the beast charged the blinded survivors.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][style=width:422px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-32px; margin-left:-11px; margin-right:-11px; font-size:14px; font-family:vivaldi; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][style=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-3px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][style=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]A fine kettle of fish to be certain, it seemed that all relevant parties were now awake and available for conversation. Nikon had to supress a giggle at his apparent predicament. Flesh eating undead monstrosities on the outside, and pirate hating dogs of the government on the inside with him. Frankly he wasn't entirely sure what was worse. And then there was his erstwhile colleague and first mate Phoenix. Sometimes even Nikon wondered exactly why he followed him, he had the undeniable ability to irritate the relatively sensible older swordsman. Simply smiling at the younger Admiral's comment, he turned his attention back to the older more sensible sounding Giovanni to talk things through whilst giving Phoenix a quick hand gesture that very clearly said to keep his eyes on the other admiral. A fight would not be worthwhile in this situation. Maybe later he could stab the faces off the two of them, well, maybe not Giovanni. He was pretty sure Church wouldn't like him taking his prey. But Vincent was another story. That lil' shit was virtually asking for a whooping. But later, later. Logic must overrule matters of the heart after all! Turning his head at the sound of the metal door being sliced apart, Nikon let out a sigh as he drew the pistol from its place at the waistband of his trousers. Pointing it straight at the door, he managed to stop himself letting out any sign that he got a bit of a shock when the door came flying inwards. Thankfully missing him by miles, but still, who the hell expects something like that to happen!? Catching sight of the big bastard responsible for the now useless door, he squeezed the trigger in an attempt to take out the big ol' thing before it could get anywhere near him. The bullet flying through the air and impacting directly against the nasty bugger's forehead just as the visibility in the room started to disappear. Not liking the look of the smoke on bit, he nudged Phoenix and spoke a single word to any who would hear it before taking a deep breath just as any visibility in the room disappeared. "Move." The usual good humour gone from his voice, it was replaced by a business like tone which made it infinitely clear that he regarded what was going on as a particularly serious situation. Diving in the smoke, he ignored the pain that it caused his heavily lidded eyes and slashed blindly into the dark with his blade at the quickly disappearing shapes around him. Confident in the knowledge that his partner would be smart enough to stay behind him, he rushed for where he knew the door would be, staying as low as possible as he moved and slicing anything that he thought was near him before erupting into the smoke free room next door and beheading the only deadhead remaining in the adjacent room and letting out a breath of relief. It was only a matter of time before someone else got their ass out of there, he could only hope it'd be his buddy. He could do with the company. [/style][style=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: boom. headshot. tags: brainzzzzzzzz word count:527[/style][style=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by MAVERICK of OTE!

[Admiral Susanoo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 10px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]If life ain't just a joke[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase;] Then why am I dead? [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 0px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 125px; background-image: url(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i459/5698110/2r23tjdjpg.png); width: 300px; height: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; margin-left: 125px; width: 260px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;] With his blade over his shoulder, the marine stood quiet, having nothing to say. Listening to the Admiral Giovanni, he made it quiet clear that the two would have to make allies with the pirates in order to save their ass. It was simple logic to which someone had to be a moron to pass this chance up. Understanding the situation, Barbarossa agreed with the idea and willing put aside his attitude of pirates aside to work along them but once they're free, that was an whole different story. Before they could even devise a plan suitable for this moment, a few uninvited party guests had arrived and brought along some smoke with them. Quickly unsteathing his nodachi, waiting for a zombie to make his move. Before a foe grew to close to him, the young admiral swung his blade vertically, removing the zombie's head within mere seconds. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the Yonkou make his way out. Feeling it was time to follow, the marine did just that but not before chopping around zombie's head off. Once he cleared the room, he quickly waved his blade to the left of him, clearing of the blade. Similar to how samurais cleared their blades once they finished battle. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

The large zombie was laying on the ground after he was simply shot in the head by the yonkou. Something Franko wanted to do but oh well. So his thunder was taken from him. He'll just half to get back at Nikon for that later. The lesser zombies began to swarm. Obviously Franko wouldn't just stand there and let them devour his flesh. He jolted forward making himself fall forward placed his hands on the ground to get on his hands. He spin kicked the zombies making them fling all over the place. Splatting on walls, smacking against pillars or just screeching across the ground, maybe a thud here or there. More and more came and of course he wasn't the only person fighting these flesh eating monsters.

Admiral Barbarossa was helping quite a lot now that he was also under attack. He of course plowed threw them with out a problem. The man who doesn't need to throw a punch or kick. Just a swing of his might blade to vanquish these fiends. Grabbing a zombie by its torso, he bulldozes threw the smaller crowd of zombies. Knocking them all out of the way until he was next to the Yonkou. "Hey" He said with a nod as he threw the the zombie away. "Lets quite screwing around and escape to the deck of this ship." He sighed as he punched a in coming zombie. "This is very boring, I'm sure you find it boring to." He said as he punched another zombie. This escape was very boring indeed. Three of the most powerful men are fighting zombies. Something that isn't really that hard at all.