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[Harri 4815]

Siege

 

London has been under siege for nearly a year now after a political fall out between nations. People believed it wouldn’t last long, but it seems they were proven wrong...  It was decided that the city would be sealed off, left to the mercy of the rest of the world as an atonement for the error that the country had made. Unfortunately, this was carried out ruthlessly and quickly, not allowing the residents of the city to evacuate. With people being left trapped inside, the armies surrounding them relentlessly rained down with artillery, rolled over streets and homes with tanks and fired upon anyone deemed as threatening. Day remains a dangerous time to go out due to soldiers constantly patrolling, whilst night entails a mass scavenge of whatever might be left in the burning rubble. Now that a year has just about passed, people have started getting ‘used’ to this life. Groups being formed, lifestyles adapting and ‘habits’ being picked up. Bandits, thugs, traders, medics - all now very common professions - started arising as citizens were forced to evolve... or burn with the city.

 

As the various survivors make their way across London, a few seem to bump into each other.

 

The two Chavs, Jimmy D and Big T, would find themselves in the stadium. As they look around, the cramped, disgusting air and un-appeal of the place would reach them. Tents cramped in the centre of the field like a ghetto, stalls set up all over the place selling whatever, people sitting around in the many rows of seats, doing whatever. One stall seems to be selling spare tents.

 

 

Our two Norwegians and mafia boss all seem to have stumbled across each other inside the station. 

Strange looks are thrown both ways as the two parties stare off. On another look, their eyes would meet the dark building and it's many walkways and such loom overhead. The faint hum of generators seem to come from somewhere in the building... Now with the front door broken and a whole blown in the side of a building, a draft seemed to roll in as the night'd come towards it's end.

 

 

As the Indian, the police man and the footballer all seemed to come across each other in their shelter, they'd all seem to eye the others up, observing what their motive might be. Surprisngly, the alter seemed to still be in one piece, however nearly every window in the building was broken, shattered glass lining the floors under them, creating a terrible hazard. A few pews remained too, some being split in half or smaller.

 

Our fourth group - the American, the Yorkshireman and the Fireman - would find themselves in the old station. A few overturned train cars would lie around, broken and grotty looking, whilst one seems to still stand, a pair of double doors still seeming rather intact... Otherwise, the station would be big and rather empty, spare a few benches and sheltering. It wouldn't even have a door, but a huge entranceway.

 

Our last group - the Essex giant, the 'Wee lad' and the 'Sammy' - would find themselves out on teh cities edge. The course would be overgrown with plenty of wildlife running around. The actual clubhouse would have a few tables and chairs left, but not really anything else.. At least it had functioning doors and empty window frames.

[Jonificus 2741]

Toralf "Blodkukk Grusknuller" Bertilsen

 

Toralf spits on the floor, mumbling to his companions as he walks out of the building "I'ms going to checks around the place. Follow me if yous want, but stay quiet and donts act like a dildo." He takes careless steps out into the open, slithering over to the humming building. He scouts the perimeter before moving in, but first he waits a little while to see if his companions will join him!

[CheekyNolan 5420]

'Wee Mental Davy' looks around the clubhouse, ambling round the room to look for anything of use before releasing an exasperated sigh and planting his squat frame down on one of the seats with a creak. His dark brows draw together as he looks over to his new found companions. His lips curl into a deep set frown as he glares up at Harry the Giant before he utters bluntly. "God damn yer a big ****."

[Porko 397]

George hails his comrades with a surprisingly optimistic greeting, and starts to scout the station almost immediately. He comes across a plastic bottle, keeping a tight grip on it as he continues to explore.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

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