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We are a mature, no wordcount original sci-fi RP set in the fictitious future city of Jericho.

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11/9/14
The Jericho Unity Festival Event is coming soon!

10/18/14
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10/8/14
Check out all of our canons characters!

8/27/14
Congratulations Ben! Welcome to the staff team! With this appointment, staff is no longer hiring!

8/19/14
Please welcome Callisto as the fourth member on our staff team!

7/23/14
Welcome, weez, our new mod!

7/5/14
We just installed automatically-generated claims, so check them out here. We are also collecting character quotes, so send them in using the Claims form.

6/29/14
Drea has been promoted to staff! Also, we just installed automatic "fake" post templates, so all your posts will look like it has a template around it. If you want to make a post without the template, simply use the "notemplate" button.

5/19/14
We just implemented a new application system! Now, instead of copying and pasting a code, your account profile will serve as the application! With the new custom profile fields, it has all the information the admin needs to accept your character, and provides a handy reference for other members who may need to look them up!
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 Welcome to Vysokaya Mesta, Tess' Grandmother
Lena Koval
 Posted: Sep 15 2014, 03:08 PM
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Considering the distance Vysokaya Mesta was from any other settlement, 43 year old Polina Koval, elected leader of the town, found it hard to believe that anyone could ever stumble across their little abode. They were simply so isolated; according to the Petrenkos the nearest settlement to theirs was roughly 34 miles away. In other words, Vysokaya Mesta was completely alone in the region. In some ways that was a good thing, as it meant that any supplies they came across were instantly theirs, although the single downfall to it was they saw the same faces everyday. Sure it was a little petty, maybe pedantic, but Polina liked change, believe it or not. New faces - if she ever saw any - would be a welcome sight.

Then again, there was the point that even if someone did come across them that the individual, or group, wouldn't speak Russian or Ukrainian. In general the folk tales of Vysokaya Mesta told of Slavic peoples, yet the population knew that in the part of Africa they were in, English would most likely be the language of a traveller. If that were the case, only Polina and her most noble of chiefs would be able to communicate with such traveller since basic English was passed down to the higher ranks - Polina liked to think she could speak it exceptionally well, even if with a terrible accent.

Of course when one of those very high chiefs flooded into the Koval Quarters frantically explaining the presence of an outsider being held by the gates Polina was intrigued and excited to find out the details; who was this outsider? Had they done anything threatening? With that, she demanded that they were brought to her as soon as possible. She had a lot of questions to ask: never had Vysokaya Mesta witnessed someone from the outside world in their own territory. This was going to be good.
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“And don’t forget the seasoning spice!” Yelena yelled in Russian, waving the pig leg in the air as best as she could with guards, or whoever they were, grabbing at her arms. The man who had been speaking to them ran off to get help, and she took a bite of it in satisfaction. She had not been expecting people in the settlement to speak anything but English, but Russian?! She would had never thought learning another language would come to good use.

Beside her, Yelena’s husband of eight years lowered his head. “Don’t taunt them,” he muttered. He only spoke English. They had met in the melting pot of Jericho, where over the years, ethnicity became no more. Curiosity about one’s origins became the thirst to understand the human race as a whole.

The two of them would soon become the grandparents of Tess Monet. Their granddaughter would live in Jericho for the rest of her life for they had no choice in leaving the city. They had not been given time to say good-bye to their son who would become Tess’ father. Tess will never meet Yelena and Jeff. Marked as traitors to Jericho, they had been banished from the city.

By some miracle they had found a place where others existed. All their lives they had been told that no one survived long far beyond Jericho. They had been planning to die but kept on going based on a glimmer of hope that the wastelands could hold life.

After days of travel, they had found a fenced-in area on the edge of the settlement. Famished, they had wrestled and killed a squealing pig in an in-eloquent fashion and left it’s body by the campfire after sawing off it’s legs with a blunt pocket knife. Then they had been approached by the early risers and dragged over to the gates to await their fate.

“Their leader is coming,”
Yelena remarked with a faint smile when she saw an approaching woman. The two of them were a sight, wearing torn-up and dirtied Jerichan Level B clothing and hungrily grappling at half-cooked pork.
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With two highly-ranked chiefs of the settlement by her side, Polina marched through out the whole village down the pathway that lead from her shack down to the front gates which, when opened, allowed an exit to the outer world. Never had anyone from the latter came across their town: this was a historic point in Vysokaya's history in a way, and it could indeed turn into something larger should these strangers turn out to be from a newly establishing town nearby. Vysokaya Mesta had seen off competition many many years ago since it was survival of the fittest - should this be another case of that scenario Polina mentally vowed that they would come out on top again. After all, each town member had one thing in common: Slavic blood.

Polina had to admit, once her eyes caught upon the wanderers she was rather disappointed. She expected to see two young, dark-skinned African warriors, not a single man and wife waving some piece of meat around - from what she could see the woman was a savage and the male looked rather weak. Of course she knew she was most likely wrong but her disappointment remained. The entire population of Vysokaya Mesta had never lain eyes on neither a black person nor an Asian: again, they were all Slavic Europeans by descent.

Glancing towards the young male guards who seemed to have found the two, Polina raised her eyebrows in a silent way of asking 'what the heck is going on here' and he shouted back 'Found them a short walk away by a fire' in none other than their native tongue. 'The female knows our language. The male seems not to.' Interesting: Polina hadn't expected that: suddenly she wanted to know more about them, so of course she wanted to talk to them herself.

"Tell me your name, and that of your travelling partner, along with your story. I want to know everything about you: where you reside, how you were found. The works."
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“Let me handles this. You just…pretend to look weak,” Yelena whispered to her husband in English. Already feeble and tired, Jeff just shrugged his bony shoulders. Yelena was not in a better state, but her shoulders were broad and her head was held high; she had an inner strength that kept them going through those harsh lands the past few weeks.

Arching her shoulders back as the leader approached, she told herself that she didn’t need to be humiliated being held by these men. Once the leader arrived and demanded to know everything about them, Yelena launched into an improvised speech sounding like she knew herself as a leader from a distant country.

The welcoming crew still had them by the arms as if they would do something as crazy as run off across the empty plains. “I am Yelena and he is Jeff. Tell your guards to release our arms. Surely we are not as strong as you think? We are starved from our travels, so we took it upon ourselves to eat some of your livestock. That is their purpose is it not? I will tell you everything once we get settled in a customary welcoming dinner that you present your guests.”
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 Posted: Oct 4 2014, 06:21 AM
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Did this 'Yelena' fail to hear her question? Polina certainly wasn't a strict leader, however she had pride in being able to keep Vysokaya Mesta going and she did indeed have her heels dug into the ground when it came to being listened to: being ignored was something she didn't like. In all of her years of life she had been through many lessons, and one of that was if someone was speaking down to you or being rude, then they had to be put in their place. Then again, who was she to discipline an outsider? A starved one, at that? Saying that they did brutally murder one of their pigs for food: that was stealing. Remember Polina, you'd do the same. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

At this point she didn't know what to think, yet she knew that the two wanderers were no threat. Should they find it in them to attack, then within seconds they would have spears through their chests, and by the looks of it, they were not stupid people. In fact, Yelena seemed to speak rather highly for someone who had little to know influence in the circumstances. That was what made Polina click her fingers for the guards to release both Jeff and Yelena. They were no threat, although the lady was slightly too big for her boots, Polina liked her.

"You will follow me to leading quarters." Speaking in broken English to the couple, Poli spun on her heels and traced her footsteps back to the leader's quarters: the time was roughly 4pm and since it was a Sunday the folk would gather for a large meal at the heart of the town: the plaza. It had been originally a religious event back in the early days, however many people lost faith over the years so nowadays it was just a social gathering. Already as she grew closer to the plaza she could see both young and old hovering around a large coal barbecue like cooker carrying circular patties which were traditionally made by the wife of Chief Lazlo, Masha.

Soon enough the trio, followed by the two guards, reached the large, wide-bricked building which were the Koval quarters: it was traditional for the family in power to have their own quarters upgraded for their time in leadership, so that meant that the whole Koval family got to live in as close to luxury as there was in the community.

However, Polina did not open the large-oak doors yet, for she wanted her question answered. "We eat on Nediya with community. Sunday, that is." She folded her arms: giving the guards behind them a shift of the eyes, as if to say go. "Before you join us you are to wash and again, answer my question. Who are you? More than your name and occupation: we know you travel." Vysokaya Mesta was hardly a modern utopia, but they had been able to source basic machinery for construction and other small works, which meant plumbing.
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Yelena could hear her husband breathe a sigh of relief when the woman responded by turning away and leading them into the city. She shot a warning glance at him to tell him not to show weakness.

Raised in the high rises of Level B, Yelena was familiar with getting her way. She and her husband had been living the Jerichan luxury. Soon they had wanted more in life and their ambition lead them to desire to do things that would break the law. Seven proud months later, they had been banished from the city and forced to leave their family behind.

Fear plagued them the first bitter nights, but then they resounded to start anew. Yelena felt she had the capacity for being happy elsewhere. This settlement, lacking new technology but raised from sturdy woods and humble beginnings, would be their new life.

First they had to impress their leader.

Yelena was about to announce that they should get to their bath then, but she wouldn’t try to push their luck. This person, who she presumed was their leader, seemed straight-forward. She would not appreciate being lead in circles.

Yelena spoke in English her the Jerichan accent so that her husband could follow, “To know everything about us would require many fascinating meals and campfire tales. I will do my best standing here, however…” Yelena took a deep breath, “We come from a great city called Jericho. Have you heard of it? That city is a fortress of walls and with a formidable army. Their leaders disagreed with our actions, so they banished us from the city. I had been a politician and Jeff had been a dentist. We are hard workers, and I assure you, our actions were a singular opportunity and will not cause a problem here.”
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