~Feralboy, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to agree with Aqua. Don't use smilies so much unless you're talking in ~~ and even then you should try and stay on topic. Also could you try and make it easier for us to read, I mean for example a post should be done like it is described here I mean I can't even tell what your last post said.~
~Yeah, the smilies are kinda annoying. That IC post you just made - it completely ruins the point of RPing. For instance, I could just say
Zack went to each state and BOOM BOOM he killed all the guards and then destroyed all the camps. YAY! The mutants were all free, and Zack was a hero...But I don't do that. You have to interact with each person as if they were another player. For instance, you say you robbed the bank. How did you do it? And that much detail in one post gives us(the other players) no time to respond, again ruining the group dynamic in the RP. Sorry man, but it's true.~
Parking his van outside a Walmart, Zack jumped out. Talking to Shadow and the others(the players), he said, "Right. We need a way to get money. As much as I dislike the idea, we're gunna have to do something illegal. I say we rob the bank.But we're also gunna have to do it subtly, because if they realise who we are and that we're robbing a bank, the government will be here in a flash. And I, for one, don't want to go back to a camp."
Turning to the rest of the mutants, he told them,
"Okay, listen up. We need to meet back here by five this afternoon. Till then, do what you want, but don't reveal what we are. I suggest you all go about getting new clothes. Anyone not here will be considered to have gone off by themselves, and no longer wanting to be part of the group. We will not wait."
(To the players)
"Any ideas?"
"Fine," Shadow swallowed the tablet and walked down an alley down the side of the bank. His head still hurt, he took a deep breath and stuck his head into the wall. Looking around he saw no cameras, or guards, or anyone. He stepped through the wall and moved to one of the containers, his hand phased through and pulled out some money, as to not leave fingerprints. As he did this a voice went off in the back of his head.
"Don't do it son!" it was his fathers voice, "Don't even think about it!"
He shook it off and carried on taking money from other containers. When he had enough cash he shoved it in his pockets and then walked out of the wall, back to the van.
Seconds later, in the bank two men walked in. "Yes, your money's all still here Mr. Sims. Over here."
They walked over to one of the containers and pulled it out...empty.
"What...?????? Call the police!!!!" Mr. Sims said.
Zack saw Shadow approaching, and noticed the look on his face.
"It's okay man. It's a victimless crime. It was our lives, or a theft. I would have done it, if I could." Nodding as if he didn't quite believe it himself, he said, "Now we just need to find an estate agent. I guess we should do it in the next town over. But now we can get food. There's a Denny's over there."