Mark was thrilled with the success. "Great job Ryan, keep it up!" Mark walked over to Crystal, who was standing against the wall, staring at the ground. Someone as beautiful as her sure doesn't deserve to look so sad. Good thing we found this, I really hope that it cheers her up.
Mark touched Crystal lightly on the shoulder, bringing her back to the present. "Hey Crystal, Ryan and I found something that we thought you would like to see" His words were soft and encouraging. He brought her over to Ryan, who handed her the PDA, filled with results. All of them for Katie Rystal. Mark looked into her eyes as she looked at the results. It was hard to tell what it was that she was thinking, but what confused him even more was that she suddenly seemed to be so different. He looked away, facing in the general direction of the vault entrance.

(( Just thought i'd mention that i will post upon my discovery outside the vault, just incase you thought i'd left ))

(( Just to let you know, the city of Nottingham is nearby, the Vault and the city are seperated by a long plain of wasteland with the odd settlement around. ))

Crystal looked at the results kept on the PDA, a slight smile appeared on her face. She wiped her eyes and looked at Mark and Ryan.

"Thanks..." She said, her make-up running very slightly. She looked at the results again.

Ryan, having not looked at the results properly for himself was curious. "S-So...Crystal. Whhh-hat did you get?" He smiled to her, obviously knowing she'd be happy that after all this time she'd finally gotten her results back. But the other reason is that he wanted to get this show on the road and that the longer they stay in the Vault, the less time the kids in the locked down rooms have...

Crystal glanced at the results again and looked at Ryan.

"I'll tell you some other time, but like you said you said, time is sparse. My family could be stuck in one of these rooms..." She wiped the make-up off with her sleeve and brushed hair from her face.

"All right then, time to go" Mark says as grabs Ryan and Crystal on the shoulders gently and directs them to the vault entrance. They arrive outside shielding their eyes from the glare of the sun, and look out onto the baked wasteland in front of them. A few buildings stand straight ahead battered and broken, possibly ones that were supposed to be the first step in the recolonization. Mark grabs a pistol from one of the bags that Ethan gathered, and tossed one to Crystal. "Ryan, which direction?" he asked quickly as he slung two of the duffels over his shoulder and started down the first path he saw.

After walking out into the bright sunlight Crystal stumbled back slightly, covering her eyes with her arm. After the pain had subsided, she lowered her arms and caught the pistol. She took a holster from one of the duffel bags and strapped it around her waist.
After she secured the pistol in the holster she slowly raised her eyes, only just realising the vastness and destruction of the outside. She gasped and shook her head.

"This isn't how it looked fifty years ago..." She unfastened a button on her suit and took out a picture her mother drew before going into the vault. "Do you remember what it used to look like...?" She muttered, turning to Ryan.

(( I've been approved and here is my character sheet, if it's against your rules lemme know and i will edit it ))
Name: Phill Ross
Gender: Male
Age: around twenty-two
Personality Description:
- Quiet
- Loner
- loyal to friends
Physical Description:
around five foot one
average looking
Vault E-7 Jumpsuit
Straight black hair
Bright Hazel eyes
Background story: Phil was born inside Vault E-7. After reading many stories of what the outside was like, he wanted to leave the vault ever since he was four. He was raised by his mother with his two brothers, his father had been in America at the time of the dropping bombs in 2080, so he will never know his father. He likes to be alone most of the time and isn't the best conversationalist, but what friends he does have he is incredibly loyal to them no matter what.
Skills: his G.O.A.T. results resulted him in being the cook, and a good one at that. (next post will be of me at the party and what happens at the panic)

After Ryan re-pluged the loosened cable, Phil went back to his seat in the corner with his bottle of brandy he took a sip and thought "ugh this is terrible, why does Ethan like this crap". He got up and went his room to look at a picture of the dad he never knew. "Your father was a great man, he always knew what to say and what to do all the time." his mother used to say to him. Soon Ryan's announcement went over the Vault's PA system and soon alarms were going off and people panicking trying to find their children. Phil sprang off his bed and ran out of the room and obeyed the PA helping people find their children along the way. After helping people get their kids out of their rooms he went to the Vault door where Mark, Crystal, Ethan, and and Ryan were and watched as the huge metal vault door opened. he took one glance outside and thought "What is this hellhole, Mom used to say it was beautiful once"

(( how's that?))

(( We won't advance 'til Gabag is ready. And welcome to the RP. ))

The sun effected Ryan a fair amount, but his glasses helped to take the glare off him. What was effecting him was the immense heat. Unlike the vault, the outside world wasn't air conditioned for optimum temperature, so it was a real blast for him. Loosing the top few buttons on his jumpsuit to let some air in, he soon replied to Mark by pointing to the large city in the distance; Nottingham. It was in the city centre, a fort built incase of an infantry assault on England. Many of these forts were built in England's cities, but this was special. It controlled all the Vaults from one central point, a mastermind behind it all.

(( And that's fine Gabag ))

((i am ready and thanks for accepting me hello all, you take lead and I'll post afterward))

After stepping outside the Vault, Phil was astonished and afraid of what he was seeing, but he quickly noticed he couldn't breathe and so he opened a few buttons near the neck of his jumpsuit. After doing so he walked to one of the open duffel bags and took out a 10mm pistol and some ammo and a security helmet and some armor, wondering how he would breathe inside it.

Ryan, on the otherhand, decided not to take a firearm, knowing he'd be more of a hazard to his friend's lives than any potential opponents, so instead he took a police baton from the bag and swung it around for good measure. "I...I'll just t-take this." Then he took a helmet also, placing it on his head with the visor up. Looking across the sun-baked plains, he set off down the steep, winding narrow path to the bottom of the hill, wondering what adventures awaited them.

After taking his equipment, he puts his helmet on and the security armor, surprisingly it inst too much hotter than in his jumpsuit. After he puts his pistol away in the holster he grabbed and put on, he follows Ryan down the path looking around for any other sign of life.

"Alright team, let's move out. I'll take point, Ethan and Crystal take up either side of me, Ryan, you stay right behind me." Mark threw down the plan quickly and accurately. He turned to the new guy who was suiting up in armor. "You stay right behind Ryan and cover his back."



(OOC: I noticed that your character sheet said 22 years old and entered the vault at age 1. The vault opened thirty years after closing, so it should be about 31 or 32. Just trying to clear that up.)

(OOC: ahh thank you, i'll change it to i was born in the vault.))

After hearing what Mark ordered him to do, he followed Ryan looking around carefully to make sure nothing would happen.

(OOC: i changed the character sheet to i was born inside the vault, any other mistakes lemme know)

Ryan fell back a little, feeling as if he should be at the front, keeping the team on task and going in the right direction, but it was best if Mark was leading, incase of any violent complications. "...We shouldn't...H-Hang around. Le..Let's go." He began walking, hoping that everyone else would go...

"alright, he seems to know what he's doing anyways" after saying that, he decides to wait for the rest of the group to catch up.

Mark notices Ryan and Phil moving ahead. He grabs Crystal's hand and pulls her along motioning for Ethan to follow.

((waits for Crystal and Ethan))

Ethan followed Mark down the path, he swung his arms out to his sides and loudly exclaimed
"Welcome to the end of the world!"
He threw his arms back down and sighed.

Crystal rolled her sleeves up before Mark took her hand. She hurried next to him and looked round at Ethan when he through his arms in the air.

"This is definately not how I expected it...." She sighed as the merciless sun rays beat down on the group. She unbuttoned some buttons on her tight suit like the others had.

I hope my parents don't see this... They used to love the outdoors... Apparently. Doubt they'll like it now. She thought to herself as she looked around

The group had been traveling for a while now. Mark consulted his dying wristwatch to see that it had been about an hour and 45 minutes. He turned to Ryan, and pointed out the time, asking him how much time there was left. The group had been spreading out slightly, but not so much that any one would be in danger. Looking to his right, he saw Crystal, within 3 feet, and to his left, Ethan, who had spaced out about 2 yards. He turned around and kept pace backwards, assessing his team's movement. Satisfied he turned forward again, to look straight at a man in the middle of the road. He didn't seem to be moving, just remaining still. "Hey!" Mark called out, "Hey you!" the figure turned slowly to face them, a hunger in his eyes. Suddenly he ran forward, a vicious looking claw, dis-formed, and grotesque, swinging at Crystal's face. Mark stepped in front of her, taking a superhuman blow to the chest as he stuffed the barrel of his gun into the monster's mouth and pulled the trigger. They both collapsed immediately, one with its brain blown out, the other bleeding and gasping. Mark slowly rose to a kneeling position, pain washing over him like a tidal wave. "Dammit! what the hell was that?" Mark looked forward to see the creature start to rise slowly. It looked like some sort of Mutated corpse. Like a zombie almost. The creature was almost standing, but fell suddenly under a barrage of bullets from both Phil and Ethan's guns. "Maybe...maybe now would..be a g-good time for a..rest." Mark gasped as he fell backwards and passed out.



(OOC: Don't ya just love ghouls? And no, I'm not dead)