Welcome all! Well.. I guess I'll just jump right into things here.. :P

Here is the group for this thread if y'all would like to join it:

I believe would like to join us, as well.

My favorite color is Red.

Name: Holly Banner Age: 18 Gender: Female Element: Wind Appearance: Holly reaches 5'4 when she is standing as tall as she can, with hair that is naturally white-blonde. She keeps her hair tied back and out of her always smiling face. Her eyes are a blue-grey that when she becomes angry seem to be like ice. Her clothes are typically light colored jeans, and varying colored shirts. Rarely does she wear shoes, preferring bare feet in most weather. Wolf Appearance: Holly is a grey wolf, with a darker stripe of grey running down her back. Her eyes are the same in this form as well. History: She grew up in a small town in Ohio, quietly making her way through school and hiding her mischievous side from most of her classmates. She feels bad for those she's known that have gotten sick, and works hard to keep them happy, ignoring school to help them.

Name: Elena Graff Age: 21 Gender: Female Element: Fire Appearance: Her brown hair is cropped short, ending near her chin. Her short hair style makes up for her large 5'10 frame. Her eyes are hazel that rarely shows any emotion. Some say she'd be pretty if she wasn't always so angry. Generally she wears clothes that can take a beating, jeans, boots, and whatever shirt she can find that's comfortable. Wolf Appearance: Her pelt's color is a burnt orange with black paws, ears, and a white tail tip. Her eyes are the gold of any typical wolf. History: Elena's family kicked her out due to behavioral issues, she's been living on the streets since.

ooc/ Blah, I'm brain dead for a description!

I like all the colors I don't discriminate - but no really I can't decide I like them all (except brown/green)

Name: Lester Maine Age: 24 Gender: Male Element: Water Appearance: Lester or Lee has a swimmers body standing at 6". His hair is a dark brown color, he doesn't often deal with it leaving it in a messy tangled unkempt state. His eyes are a green-blue color the same color as the sea he grew up near. Despite so much time spent in the water under the sun his skin remains light in color. Often he wears tank tops and shorts as if preparing for a day at the beach or a dip in the ocean, even when it rains or snows he wears similar attire although if it gets cold enough he likes to wear more. His nails have been shredded down to bits due to his bad habit of biting on them. Wolf Appearance: Lee is a dark brown wolf with no other markings to differentiate him from other brown colored wolves. His eyes are the same swirl of green-blue. In this form while remaining on all four limbs he reaches the elbow of a normal human making him a larger wolf. History: Lee is from Los Angeles California, in high school he was the one who won all the awards for swimming because he was so focused on his sport (he'd begun to use possessive terms when talking about swimming by then) he had also become one of the slackers of his school. The only reason he passed was because he was able to bring so much athletic attention and notoriety to the school. In his life he's had one girlfriend after another, he's never been the type to be a "player" he's jut had a revolving door of girlfriends. He was always one of those types who when they got hooked on something they got obsessed. If he'd set his mind on something he'd become stubborn and determined until he inevitably got whatever it was that he wanted.

Take a cookie?

Red and I will pass on a cookie since when I wrote this I hadn't eaten dinner yet…

Aisling Taggart

22

Female

Ice/Snow

Aisling, normally going by Sling stands 5'7 with a lean toned dancers body. Naturally black hair kept very short ending just under her chin, with sharp choppy edges. What little under layer she has is dyed an ice blue, which continues around framing her round face, and green eyes. She has no signature clothing style, wearing anything from girly to jock depending on the day. But always has a shade of blue, gray, or white included. Having been born in the winter, and grew up with dancing and snow sports, Sling has two tattoos, a set of three snowflakes behind her left ear, and a set of music notes in her ear.

When if wolf form Sling has quiet the opposite of her naturally black hair with a snowy white coat. Bluish gray fades from the tips of her ears and her paws.

Growing up in the Bay Area, Oakland, California, Sling lived a fairly average life. With the exceptions of spending many winter vacations with her grandparents in Colorado. She has a younger sister Kaisa, who goes by her middle name Puck more often than not. The one exception to her average life was the untimely loss of her mother. She died at a young age, the only form of coping Sling could manage was through her dance. She became obsessive, seemingly spending every waking moment in the studio, to the point where sometimes her dad didn't even know if she came home. She was hardly eating, stressing out a great amount that she would pick at her fingers and bite at her lip until they would bleed. To which it caused another obsession but more of a fascination, the look of blood.

((My favorite color is BLACK LIKE THE COLOR OF MY SOUL! Just kidding, I like green. And if you don’t like what my jerk of a character is I can change him into a wolf like everyone else, I mostly wanted to spice things up with something weird.))

Name: “Red” Lindsay Addams Age: 23 Gender: Male Element: (Blue) Lighting Appearance: He is not much of a looker and nor is he the typical athletic star…or your hands knight on a white horse. He is a stout, kind of husky ill-tempered young adult who stands at about 5’9” and is somewhat close to being a heavyweight. However, his body is not completely out of shape, he is quite masculine and probably have a decent set of muscles to show off but they are starting to soften up a bit but still has enough strength left in them to keep him boastfully strong.

His hair is rather wild. His had short jet black hair always messily slicked back, but what really makes him strange is the huge generic red stripe going all the way down his head, spitting the sea of black into two. He has not constant hair style: sometimes it is slick and sleek, spiked and messy, or with just plain bed head.

He is not a persnickety dresser, usually he always just throws something on and barely make sure if he looks good or not. He usually wears long black gothic pants with all the many pockets, belts and chains one would image they have, camouflaged colored pants… or just a plain old blue jean pants. His shirts are always generic t-shirts that can plainly say or refer to almost anything: random quotes, video games, internet memes, or something on television. He enjoys wearing simple necklaces and bracelets on him and his ears are pierced three times.

His eyes are the most boring shade of black brown. He always looks like he is both tired and irritated. Wolf Appearance: His is probably as red as creature can get, pretty much to the point it’s impossible in the ‘normal’ world. His bloody red orange coat has granted him the name “blood coat” or plainly just “Red”. Most of his body is this shade of flame red with the exception of his underbelly, tail tip and muzzle which come in a light cream.

Oddly enough, something went wrong with him as he entered the new world with everyone else that has caused his wolf appearance to look remarkable different from the rest of the gang. Many are unsure on why this has happened: some say he hit a cloud of bad magic, others say he entered the world a little differently from the others, and few speculate something when wrong before he entered the new world. But whatever the case…. There is something very wrong with his wolf form… FOR IT’S A HYENA! Yes is wolf is practically barely a wolf at all but a bulky, red, large male spotted hyena, complete with a dark red mane (the start of it is black), belly and all.

But don’t get me wrong, he is actually a very stout, hefty and strong individual, a little more than a wolf. What he lacks in speed, grace, and good looks he makes up for in stamina, strength and endurance. His eyes are the same. History: He is a relevantly unpleasant person who was as a part of a military family that moved a lot before sticking to no-wheres-vile, Oklahoma. Being somewhat of a delinquent, which pretty much includes getting into fights he can or cannot win and pretty much going against the judgmental standards of his usual peers. He is actually a garage rock star to a cheap band with a rather embarrassing name that he is unwilling to disclose at the moment. He is a bit of a slacker who tends to moan and groan at most jobs he deems ‘unfavorable’ but thankfully he still have some dignity left within him to still at least try to get the job done. He used to be a college student studying in music while working at a coffee shop.

He can be a very immature, judgmental, hurtful, and easily agitated character that can be plain mean at times and even speak before he thinks and he is sometimes slow to apologize for it. He is very bad at flirting and should really stop trying so hard to be something he is not: a womanizer. He is also very defensive when it comes to his appeared, his opinions, and especially his real name; he hates it when people negatively talk about his hyena form. Is he nice, who knows? He is known for cackling at others misfortunes, being sarcastic and a smart aleck, and tends to yell a lot.

OOC// I enjoy your character concept, and you came up with a good enough reason for him to be a hyena; "hitting some kind of cloud of bad magic," so I'll let you do it. As for the rude/ill-tempered, whatever part, same here goes for 's second character, as long as their personalities don't differ so much that they are completely unwilling to work with the rest of the party, this is perfectly fine. I just don't want anyone to feel left out, or like their character is hated.

As for starting.. is having some trouble with the intro post to this thread, and we're waiting on him, er.. Not to make it sound like the future of this thread depends on him. ._. But, we'll figure it out quickly enough, and get started with this whole thing, so please be patient.

Also.. Join the group. :P

And in case I forgot to mention. They haven't gone to the other world yet; so our first posts will probably be them falling ill and being transferred to the other world. Also, we should try to work together as far as them all waking up together in the other world is concerned. Especially, since the cities they live in differ so much. Uhm.. Yeah..

Thank you, I can ensure you he is not all too bad or just plainly spiteful. His attitude is more like that of a bad delinquent friend, or that person who can be more irksome at times then friendly, meaning though he is a an sourpuss of a character he still has good attentions in the end. Even when he is being friendly he appears to be a little mean at times, he is just that type of guy who suspects everyone he meets to have a thick-skinned. He is still here with everyone else to save the world, but he has many lessons to learn before realizing the true value of comradeship. But basically he just a loud-mouth comic relief character who can be a bit comically accident prone at times and will probably be seen in some rather silly situations. I have no intention of willing outcasting anyone’s characters.

name: Ruga Age: 123 gender: male element: fire appearance: Ruga was trapped in his wolf form in the event 100 years past. his fur is pure white with red, tribal patterns that are always slowly changing shape. his fur is a smooth, sheen texture at all times, and flows like fire with every movement he makes. his eyes are dark red. so dark in fact, that they seem almost black until his power is awakened and he commands fire. in which case they shine red/gold like the very sun above. Ruga never makes a sound when he moves, save for the faint sound of flames licking through the air.

bio: the last time all this went down, i was a human. i walked on two feet. i could easily speak.... but now im cursed to remain a wolf forever. im coming along with the little things like talking... but the memory of lost friends haunts me. especially the one i had to kill myself. she'd gotten infected... anyway ill make it my mission to assure that the new chosen ones dont go through all of that. they need to end this darkness. forever.

sorry its short, but there isnt much to tell about ruga. hes pretty straight forward.

Name: Ila Avani Age; 19 Gender; female Element; Earth bender Appearance; Ila stands at about 5'8". She tends to wear loose fit, straight legged jeans, skate shoes, hoodies, tank tops, favoring earthy colors. Her frame is lean but built due to the strenuous activity that is earth bending. Her hair is brown like milk chocolate and long down past her shoulders. She likes to keep it straight, as it naturally; Partially due to the fact that she lives on the road.

Bio; Ila grew up in an orphanage; Never knowing nor hearing even a whisper about her parents. She left that place when she came of age; And never looked back. Up untill this point she's basically done nothing but survive.

I apologize again for the shortness.

((Alright, let's do this.))

"They're coming.." The small voice cut through the quiet of the forest. The soft glow of the setting sun framed the figure of a girl. Her long black hair caught a little on a small breeze, causing a few stray strands to land across her face. She moved her hand to set the hairs back in place before turning her head to glance behind her at the wolf that she knew would be close by. "Can you feel it, too, Ruga?" Her eyes drifted away from him to look deeper into the forest who's edge she stood at. It was obvious she was staring at some unseen figure. There was only two familiar ghosts that plagued her now; the others couldn't stand what had become of them, and, so, had moved away to some foreign region of this strange land. Alena opened her mouth as if to speak again, but instead, immediately closed it. It wasn't often that her voice graced the edges of sound, and occasionally, it even startled her. She opened her mouth again, "They'll be here soon. Shall we go to meet them?" She closed her eyes, remembering the open field in the middle of the forest that they had awoken in, and took their first steps in this new world.

The young boy tapped his thumbs on his desk as he starred at the board at the front of the university class room. He watched as the professor wrote on it with chalk. And, he watched as the room began to move. He grabbed his head and stood quickly, not realizing he had. "Mr. Hayes, do you need something?" The grey-hared professor began to walk towards Jupiter, as if on the wall, and then the ceiling as the room spun. "D-- Doctor.." He stumbled passed his classmates who cringed away from him in fear before finally collapsing in the middle aisle, and lucky for him, two brave students jumped from their seats to stop him from rolling down the steps, and to whisk him away to the nurses office where someone could call for an ambulance. His green eyes with the ray of yellow in the one flickered to stay open as medical staff rushed all around him. He had heard of this happening before, and never dreamed it'd happen to him. His eyelids, heavy, fell shut. The last thing he could feel was the warmth of a soft sun, a cool rolling breeze, the prickle of soft grass on his skin. and the smell of a clean forest, before his mind drifted into sleep. A woman and man held each other close as the doctor explained that he hadn't seen the body respond to the disease like this; by falling into a coma. Perhaps, he thought, the human body has developed its own cure, and it stars with a coma. The doctor told the sobbing couple that he would contact other hospitals in the nation to find out if this had happened anywhere else.

((Sorry, if it's short.))

It was the middle of the day, a Tuesday to be specific. A group of elderly men and woman stood at the shallow end of the pool doing aerobics with a middle aged woman leading the class. Distantly a group of toddlers could be heard practicing breathing under water. Lester seemed to be the only one swimming lengths in the deeper end of the pool. He pushed off from the deep end of the pool and began his push to the other side. Fifty meters of pool, he'd been swimming since noon and had accomplished too many lengths to count. He lost himself in his thoughts, the thundering sound of the waves from his powerful kicks ramming against his ears. His arms reached ahead of him through empty air and water pulling his body through the heavy substance. He could go on forever, but today it felt like there was something heavier in him, thicker that begged to pull him underwater. The sound of his heart beating continued to thunder beating louder and louder until it had completely enveloped him. He was drowning, gasping for air, no longer reaching out to be faster, he reached up to grab at something anything, but it was as if there was a heavy weight on him pulling him down. Water fell in his mouth, he wondered if the lifeguards had come yet. His vision was failing darkening at the sides, a pain in his head forced his hands to grab at it. Water filled his lungs and he blacked out.

Hours later in a room at the hospital the doctors recorded the disease, though he was not dead, he was not alive either. In a state of flux, a coma. His mother stood at the end of his bed a hand holding in her desperate sobs. They'd tested his blood twice to be sure, he had contracted the disease. "We'll contact the other hospitals," the doctor explained to a sobbing Ms. Maine. "It's never shown itself this way but we'll see what we can do."

(OOC: I'm going to ping some groups if that's okay )

((I hope this isn't too crappy and sorry for making it so big. I wanted to make sure I get everything down just in case I most here for the rest of the night, including his introduction to the new world. ))

“Dude we gotta gig in five minutes, why aren't you ready yet!”

It was then when an overly-punk kid deep at the end of his teens came barging right into “Red’s” apartment, guitar in hand. He look frantically all across the messy apartment room for the missing band member, irritably. He was totally oblivious to the pending urgency that was to come from his search. “Seriously Red, if you’re drunk off your trolley again we are so gonna kick you out of the band.” As he went deeper into Red house, he could not help but hear faint wheezing as coughing coming from the bathroom, he merely suspected the worse and thought Red was under the influence again… But he never would of guess it would be even worse than that. For…once he open the bathroom door, he was appalled to see his friend Red huddle up against the toilet… vomiting blood.

It didn't take long for the ambulance to come to drive him to a hospital thirty minutes away, but it wasn't like Red was paying attention away, for he was barley even conscious to begin with. He could barely hear the doctor say that he got the disease, with his last though he mockingly felt humored by the fact he got something that he thought he had no chance of getting. But after that his mind was barely working as the doctors and nurses scrambled to contact anywhere else to see if that had the same problems, they also proceeded to contact any close by family members to tell then the tragic news... hopefully they bother to even show out to see him, they been really scorn and appeared to be glad he’s gone, at least that what it looked like in the end.

But it’s not like it even matters now. Once he was able to steady his breath, a thick blackness began to wash over his eyes. His mind went vacant as he body prepared itself for a long death-like coma.

He’s gonna be gone for a while…

…

Nothingness…is what he felt, but not the nothingness he’d thought he’d be in… for he was still there, or at least it felt like it… And he was…moving, moving somewhere, anyway. At first it was a gentle push but now he felt a pull that caressed his body. As soon as he mind return to him, he fell like he was moving faster. “This is it, I’m going to that big cloud in the sky, the great after…or I’m probably going to hell… doesn't really matter? Does it.” He felt like he was going faster, and faster. Soon he actually felt like he could feel a swift gale of wind blow against him as he continues to move. Suddenly, he began to notice that something is wrong with all this.

He wasn't just simply moving…he was falling.

It was then when he even dared to open his eyes. Apparently, he was no longer in the void he imagine himself to be in earlier nor was he back at the hospital. He as actually outside, somewhere, as he as falling right smack dab into a vast forest!

“Oh CRAPP-HACK!” Red could barely make an auditable scream as he fell through a mysterious purple smog, a fog of strange properties , breathing it in drastically, as he quickly crash straight through the trees, nearly hitting ever branch as he slammed right onto the forest floor with a loud THUD!...To his surprise, he actually didn't break anything. At the moment he was sore all over and that weird stuff he accidently inhaled made him feel nauseous as he tried to sit up against the tree he nearly rid of half its branches.

“Geez! Talk about a crash landing!” Red groaned irritably as he rubbed is aching joints. Eventually realization finally kicked it and he quickly froze and stared wide eyed at everything. “…Where am I?.... I-if this this Hell…then they did a really good job renovating it.”

The air felt good against her skin, the sun was beating down enough that she felt as if she was burning when there was no breeze. Sighing she blew a few strands of her blonde hair out of her face and rolled over onto her stomach. The pen twitched in her fingers, searching for something to write or draw, the page in front of her was blank, waiting for an ink stain to bring it to life. Holly fiddled with the pen, and swung her feet back and forth behind her. Her head spun with ideas, dragons, wild stories, jaguars, unnamed creatures, oh the things she could draw for the kids! Suddenly the sounds around her seemed sharper, to the point of a deafening roar, her body seemed too hot and too cold at once. In a panic Holly let out a scream and clapped her hands over her ears, getting the attention of some pedestrians that were walking nearby. She passed out just as the passersby decided they should make sure Holly was alright. Blearily she remembered white as an ambulance rolled up and took her too the hospital. Beyond that all she felt was a tornado force wind twisting, pulling, and crushing her. Eventually the sensation stopped, leaving her under a pile of broken tree branches. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto." she mumbled, the exact quote escaped her, or it that was the right quote, everything still seemed a bit fuzzy.

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Sirens wailed by the large shadow, she ignored them, they weren't for her this time. Instead Elena extinguished her day's fire, she was done with her apprenticeship for the day. Working at the forge kept the memories at bay, how her family had kicked her out, she'd never thought she'd been that bad. She only gotten caught the one time, but she'd been going after the wallet of some city official she didn't bother even knowing the name of. Elena had suffered other pains but this was the most fresh and after being kicked out she'd won the attention of a nearby smith, she didn't even know there were any around anymore. "Bye Casper." she said, wrapping her apron up and putting it away. The room spun and she hit the side of the anvil. A large man rushed in and tapped her face with no response. He drove to the nearest hospital only to learn she was in a coma. Her family would have to be contacted soon. White hot heat blazed through the girl, every nerve cell was burning. Red, orange, green, and blue flashed through her vision like flames licking at her and trying to get inside. She had no sense of time or space until she hit rock, literally, bouncing on the rocks as she fell, cringing and screaming the entire way down. Eventually she stopped on a pile of pebbles next to a riverbed. "Ouch." she groaned, thanking whatever deity was out there that she didn't feel anything broken.

((Very nice everyone. :) I would post a response, but I'd like to wait a bit for and first.))

((Hello. Sorry it has taken me a while to respond, I haven't had much time to myself recently. Also, I apologize that these are short, but I prefer to build character concepts as I roleplay them out and I was hurrying to get these up for you all. Again, I apologize. ))

Name: Sade Age: 22 Gender: Female Element: Shadow(Darkness) Appearance: With shadowed midnight blue eyes, her black hair frames her face with its length just above her shoulders. She stands only 5 foot 2 inches, her figure slim, almost frighteningly so. Sharp facial features make her eyes and lips prominent, calling unwanted attention to her at times. As far as clothing goes, she wears dark clothing, usually a black hoodie to cover her face. Wolf Appearance: Solid black fur covers a small built wolf, silver eyes peering out. Lean in form, she is not built for obvious strength but for speed instead. Bio: As a child, she was pampered and spoiled. She had many friends, but soon discovered her friends were not friends, they were only talking with her because she had money. At that point, she left home. She couldn't stand having fake friends and shunned the human race in favor of the forests and shunning daylight for the secrets of the night.

Name: James Age: 24-26 (He's not quite sure) Gender: Male Element: Poison Appearance: Blonde hair falls over green eyes. He has a lanky form, though he stands 6 foot nothing. Though he seems the type of guy who shys away from social interaction, he is always smiling and her body language expresses only friendliness. Wolf Appearance: He is a white wolf with black speckles covering his muzzle and shoulders. His green eyes remain unchanged. Bio: James suffers from memory loss and doesn't quite remember a lot about himself or his family. He is fairly sure he is around 25, but cannot be certain. He does remember jumping form foster home to foster home, though not why.

"Don't be hasty, Lena." Ruga said, his voice literally nothing more than controlled growling and grumbling. He had only recently gotten his lip movement down. He silently sauntered over to Alena, his only remaining comrade, and moved his head under her hand in hopes that she would pet him. Being petted or scratched put his wise mind at ease, and also helped him relax. The longer he remained a wolf, the more he enjoyed the same things they do. " Remember when we did this? we did it on our own... let them come together first. then we shall intervene."
He pressed his naturally warm body against her. It just felt like home. He always had cared for her..

Ila looked out the window of the barn she had taken refuge in. It was warm out, so she unzipped her grey and black-striped hoodie, and tied it around her waist. As she began to step outside, she realized that the weather was actually perfect for her brown tank top, but her black straight legs were getting a little hot. As she snuck out of the farmer's barn, her pant leg caught a nail, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with a headache. Upon observing the gaping hole at the middle of the outside of her right thigh's pant leg, she said "Well i guess i gotta replace them now.." with disappointment. 

Throughout the walk to town, she noticed her headache was increasing in pain, an by the time she got into town, it was throbbing. Sounds were so loud, and everything was painfully bright, nut blurry. She held her head and moaned in agony at the sensory overload. people were starring, no one cared enough to help. They just stood there as Ila began to whimper and cry at the shear pain.. Then all at once she got nauseous, and felt something pulling her down, and, being in too much pain to oppose, she let it. She fell backwards. She knew that she would hit the concrete. hard. she knew it was going to hurt. Alot. But some part of her hoped that it would somehow relieve this headache from Hell. Just when she should've hit the sidewalk, Ila felt nothing but air passing by her. she felt like she was falling, and her headache was gone. "I'm dead." she thought aloud, but as she felt her hair being pushed forward by the blowing wind, she found herself skeptical as to the validity of her assumtion. So she opened her eyes. immediatly she realized it wasn't wind, and that she was, in fact, falling. She whipped herself around just in time to see the water she was headed for, and just barely in time to put her hands out in a crude version of what we could loosely refer to as a dive. suddenly she was surrounded by not air. she scrambled frantically to try to get to the surface, but alas, she had never learned to swim...

[sorry that its so long, guys xD]

After the sounds of something else falling down in these vastness woodlands is when he began to panic. He continuously began to curse frightfully as he backed up into his tree, though his body still ached from his decent from mortal life itself. As fear began to overtake him, everything out there became his enemy: every dark shadows, the quivering bushes, the sounds of someone (or thing) gradually approaching him…

…Someone was out there…and dangerously close by… And that was enough to get him scared. God only knows what it could be… It could be someone like him… or a hellish demon-monster-thing out to get his soul… At this point he was heavily starting to believe he was in Hell or Purgatory or whatever. He just knew that he probably was in grave danger.

“OKAY! THINK, THINK, THINK… What would Sylvester Stallone do in this situation?” He continued to hum and curse frantically as he tried to think up some sort of plan, anything that will keep him from getting annihilated, for he knows well that you diffidently can feel pain in this…world. And if you can feel pain, you can die and if you die… Well he didn’t really think that far to begin with but he despairingly didn’t want to.

But throughout his period of distraught, he came up with a plan and began to grope inside of his pants pockets. “I hope I still have it, my switch blade! I mean, I still have my clothes on from when I…died… I mean seriously, I can actually see I still have mustard stain at the bottom of my fav AX7 shirt…. Ah here we go.”

Red quickly produced a palm sized black pocket knife with cheap old and worn flame stickers plastered along the sides and quickly flick it into ready mode. “I wonder why I had this in my pocket the whole time… Oh well.” Once armed, Red got into…the most awkward of all battle ready positions and only made him look like an awkward mess. To make matter worse on himself he began to bark out measly threats. “Hello?… Who’s ever out there better back off! I-I mean it! I gotta piece here! I can slit throats!” Eventually, after continuously yelling and, his favorite, cursing. He gradually began to move towards the sounds of potential victims like himself.

((Anyone can respond to Red's randomized outburst if they like to.))

Lester coughed his vision shifting into clarity, he was surrounded by trees, rough brown skyscrapers that sprouted about everywhere and soared farther than the eye could see blocking out the sun making it seem darker than it was. He reached up to feel the top of his head a bump had sprouted in the top right corner, he must have hit something. Feeling further he found a rock beneath his head, likely the cause of the dizziness he felt, though he couldn't remember going into the woods. As memory came back to him he remembered everything, drowning, suffocating as the chlorine burned on its way down his throat

"What the shit?" he scrubbed at his face trying to scrub the image away, was he hallucinating? It was the only explanation, there was no other way he could go from swimming in a pool to the forest...unless, unless he'd died and perhaps this was the afterlife. He glanced down at his body, well shit he thought, was he doomed to spend an eternity in heaven or hell or wherever he was only in spandex swimmers?

Distantly he heard a voice somewhere, or perhaps they were close by and only talking quietly. The voice was yelling now and it was definitely a man's voice. Seemed angry too - or at least afraid, afraid enough to hurt someone. "Here!" Lee called back, it felt like all those times he'd gotten too drunk to remember his own name, well not exactly like that, but like the mornings afterwards. He pushed himself up on his feet, the needle covered floor of the forest poking into the skin of his feet like porcupine quills. Painful but not unendurable. "Unarmed," he bent over resting his hands on his knees as he tried to stop the dizziness, "Christ." It was cold, or maybe it was his lack of clothing, he hadn't expected to die or he might have dressed for the occasion.

He ambled over towards where he thought the voice came from, hopefully they wouldn't kill him again - could people even be killed in heaven? Or was it hell? He was pretty sure people could probably be hurt in hell. Wherever it was he hoped the stranger could at least help with getting him some clothes or something. Pushing between past a bush nestled by a tree larger than life itself he found himself in a small clearing with a man standing directly across from him backed against a tree a terrified look on his face. Putting both his hands up he attempted to look as harmless as he could, which considering his attire was considerably simple. "Look I don't mean you any harm, but uh... do you think I could borrow something to wear?" he'd always been fairly confident in his body and felt no shame that the black haired male was witness to his - considering the context - under dressed.

( Is this okay?)

Holly whirled around at the sound of a man's voice shouting and instantly regretted it, the world spun around her again. Note to self, don't do that again she thought bumping into a tree and leaning on it until the world was table once more. The yelling had seemed to include a few threats, Holly grabbed a rather large branch and headed towards the shouting, sticking to the large trees that seemed to be everywhere. Her back and right ankle ached, if she'd chosen the wrong decision she'd probably be dead. Her ability to survive was often times luck and she hoped that where she was now her luck still held. The voice got clear enough to hear about a throat being slit, just in case she raised her branch like you would for a bat. Just as she was about to jump out another man appeared, asking for more clothes. Curiously she peered out from around a tree to see the two guys facing each other. "Well this is a bit strange." she said, deciding it would be better to not hide, especially seeing the state of both of them. She stepped out into the area, lowering her branch. She tried not to stare at the one in swim trunks, she didn't get to go swimming often preferring to stay inside with the sick or outside with little social interaction.

Alena nodded. "You've always been wiser than me." She smiled softly, a rare thing, but she couldn't help herself what with the arrival of the new heroes. She knelt slightly, to pet his head. His fur was soft, and calmed her, though she sometimes felt herself long for him to be human again. She gently placed her arms around Ruga in an embrace before glancing towards the ever slow sinking sun. "They'll soon discover the curse. Within the next hour or so is my guess."

( just jump in whenever you think you're ready, you could start at your characters waking up in the new world, if you don't feel like writing too much. )

Elena rubbed her head, this was going to be a rough start to whatever she'd gotten dragged into. She heard a splash nearby and saw a hand flash in the water, "It's too early for this." She grumbled, wading into the river's shallows. The current tugged at her ankles "Someone! HELP!" she heard a guy shout, "I got her!" Elena shouted back, splashing deeper into the water, wishing she had a life jacket as the current's strength increase. The girl swept by and Elena reached out to grab her, barely grasping one of the hands. "I got-" she said just as she lost her footing, the water swallowing the rest of her words. She could feel the water fill her mouth and push her under. She struggled to get to the surface, trying to avoid kicking the girl. Elena's head broke through the surface and she struggled to the bank, "Come on." She told the girl, collapsing in the shallower part of the river her strength gone. All she could do was hope that the other girl could get to shore and not drown.

ooc/ I hope this is okay!