Area 52

Berlin
It was a relief under the shield of dirt they put up over me (Berlin does not yet know your names) but soon A cloud passed over us, a green, heavy cloud that hugged the ground. Someone was singing, another was talking about life and death, it didn't seem to get any weirder, but at least I was free from the sun a little: the cloud was thick enough.
I opened my eyes, cautiously, and one at a time, to see my companions. They looked far different then I'd imagined them, one even carried a guitar. There was a shadow in the musician, I could feel it, even though I could not control it like normal shadows. In my other companions, there was not much darkness; they were purer than me, or even the guitar-pla...darn it, what was his name?
"What's your name?" I blurted out.
I was interrupting their conversation, and I knew it, but when stuck in a blinding desert under a shade-giving green cloud, one needs to know one's friends...and enemies. The shadow of the Area never left me.

Avon *her first post*


I watched them behind the gas station. They were talking about going through the radiation cloud that was formerly Las Vegas but I knew they would die if they did.

My sister was talking too. I decided to make my presence obvious.


"Hey, I wouldn't go in there unless you all wish a slow and painful death, Kay?"


**Left this open for anyone**

*Yavana*

The air was suddenly to thick to fly through. I had to lower us to the ground, Berlin still in his little cave of course. The other three were down there too. We were all by this...this waste land. LasVegas, someone had said. Everyone started talking, introductions again, but I wasn't listening. I was more focused on "Las Vegas." The place looked horrid! I uttered a small cry. I love, well, loved Las Vegas, I couldn't believe it was gone.
" I wouldn't go in there unless you all wish a slow and painful death, kay?" I turned around and faced a new person.
" Sister," Nova cried. I turned towards Mike.
" Umm, what the hell?"

sadly this died out but it was fun! Thank you for participating those who participated!

So I can end it?

Ahh! It's the Storybook Reaper! Yeah, you probably could, my character was a total failure.

"Jentura wrote:
Ahh! It's the Storybook Reaper! Yeah, you probably could, my character was a total failure.

Don't be afraid I wouldn't hurt a fly.
But, idiots and storybooks aren't flies are they?

Alright, I shall end this story book once I know what it was about.

Yupp you could end this if you want, it was an epic fail

*No i will not let this die! Back off reaper, i am beyond death. I have seen the Storybook Archive.*

Mikael

"Who are you?" Came a disembodied voice. I looked around desperately trying to find a source of the problem. Finally i remebered, berlin i think his name was, in the earth cave protecting him from the sun. I crouched down and peered in, only able to see his eyes.
"I am Mikael the Undying. Ex defender of these here united states of america, well at least i was. Back in 2010 i had sort of an accident, roadside bomb if i remember rightly, killed me outright. Well for a while at least. And you are ... ?"

Fight the power!!

Berlin

"Undying?" I could help but repeat his words. "So...you're immortal?"
Mikael nodded an affirmative, and I coud only stare. A super-screamer, an immortal, an Earth elemental and a shadow-twister: how crazy were things going to get?
The green clouds above us drifted down slowly, despite the singer's efforts to blast it away.
"We'd better find some shelter before those clouds come down on us," I said, looking around at our meager group. "I mean, you won't die," I said, looking at Mikael. "But the clouds would probably put you out long enough for our guards to catch you."
"Why would they try to kill us?" Yavana asked. "After all, they kept us for some reason. The smoke just might knock us out."
I looked up at the darkness approaching and scowled; we were already far into Las Vegas, and our path backwards was obstructed. We would need someplace safe, maybe an underground lair...
Suddenly, I remembered my boss's safehouse.

((Look back to Berlin's profile, where he started, and read the history))