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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Frenchfry:
Stefan looked at Green Stefan, then back to Astrid.
"You wait here."
Calx WAS crazy, but he wasn't about to put two people in possible danger with nothing to go on but Calx being one to hold a grudge. He entered the cellar.
Silver:
I respect your descision, but are you sure its safe to leave such a pretty lady on the street alone? He asks with a slight smirk.
Frenchfry:
Stefan stopped in his tracks, turning back to face his green haired counterpart.
"...Dammit, you're good. Astrid?"
Astrid hurried to his side. Clearly she didn't like this fellow very much. They continued down the stairs.
"So, Stefan, you watch any TV?"
Silver:
Oh, here and there. He chuckles. But I did hear this one story about how some people broke out of Omnicide. I don't know any of the details though.
At he bottom of the stairs, he turns to the boy and girl, arms outstretched.
Welcome to my humble abode! Its not much, but its mine, please have a seat.
The entire basement reeked of gasoline and chemicals. There was junk everwhere, random bullets, empty magazines , and half full dirty bottles, the contents of which were unrecognizable.
He approaches a worn out couch, which was in front of a small brown antenna TV, some springs sticking out of the cushons. He swipes his arm over the seats, clearing them of wires, switches and other curious pieces of junk.
Frenchfry:
Stefan scanned the room. Aside from the smell, it wasn't much different from his old house. Oh, wait, his old house wasn't a putrid hole of filth.
"Glorious. Why do I have the feeling that this room's radiation is more dangerous than the entire big-ass company after me?"
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