Zenith: Of the New World [OOC]

[LunaRhythm]

Okay, so this thread idea comes from a sci-fi story that I had started a while back for my creative writing class. But I stopped it because I never had the time. I feel like it could turn out to be a decent private thread if done properly. It calls for two male roles, all other non-characters will be played by moi.

Zenith IC Thread

There are three main characters:
Zee "Zenith":
Age: 24
Eyes: Green and blue
Hair: Dark brown waves, almost black.
Body: Curvy, volumtuous
She'll be played by me. She lives in the outer ring of Mecca called Pobreza. And she is, without a doubt, the most skilled hit-woman in the entire city, but she is human, and despite how amazing that accomplishment sounds..her life is not a good one.

Zebb "Zebediah":
Age: 25
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Jet black and shoulder length
That's all I really imagine for Zebb, whoever takes him can add stuff that they want. Zee's best friend and next door neighbor. Zebb and Zee are close, very close. There's always been an underlying attraction, but never been acted upon. There's a lot of room to play with this character and give him a background and bio. The only thing I thought of when writing him was the thought that he and Zee have grown up together.

Picture of Zebb

Qaran [pronounced "Kar-on"] Xynlog:
Age: 26
Okay...now for him I didn't really imagine anything really except that he has blue eyes and brown hair. Not much else so whoever gets him will have pretty much total freedom to do as they like.

Picture of Qaran

The plot, really, is just a love triangle between Zee, Zebb, and Qaran. The problem though is that Qaran is Zee's next target. While hunting him and pursuing him they grow closer, throw in Zebb and their feelings and you've got a total mess...

The story doesn't really need to follow the story I wrote, but I just figure it could be a basic guid and then branching off could take place with three minds working on the story.

PM me if interested...
PLEASE READ BELOW

NOW! I have to say this, and get this off my chest. I've been in some threads where the other people weren't committed and didn't really care about creating a story in the whole. They just wanted to get their proverbial orgasms and nothing else. So when I say PM me if you're interested, I'd like to know that you can actually commit to the thread.

And also, I hate to sound picky, but please have some basic writing skills like grammar, quotation, spelling, creativity. People who actually know how to write and want to write, who care ABOUT writing a good story. Again, I hate to sound picky or bitchy, but that's the only thing that I would really like. So please and thank you to all.

 

[LunaRhythm]

THIS IS JUST A TASTE OF THE THREAD, JUST TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE WOULD BE WORKING WITH. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, AND HOPEFULLY IT DRAWLS PEOPLE IN.

Thud, thud! went the butt of Zee's gun as she pounded its tail end on the aged and soaked wood of the docks.

"Work you foilin' piece of shit! Damn it!" she sighed and rubbed her forehead in attempts to simmer an oncoming headache. Her weapon was low-grade and barely functional, but it was enough to get the job done just the same. You'd think that in Zee's profession that she could afford better...but then again if she could buy better things she wouldn't be kneeling on a wet dock in the middle of the night.

"This is what I get for buying a 51GX; I knew I should have bought the XMK45...they shoot around corners and actually have a scope. This measly piece of B.S. barely shoots on target." She threw her gun down and thumped her head against the extremely large crate she was crouched behind as she waited for her target.

**Flashback**

It was her first day-hit as she crouched, perched on the top of a building, looking out onto the busy traffic as a parade passed. The things she had done for a 22 year-old girl were incredible and malicious, but she had to do them and she had done them with speed, accuracy and no reservations. She didn't ask whom she was killing or why she was putting a bullet through their head; her mission was to kill, not ask questions. The sun scorched her skin as she waited for the perfect shot...that glorious money shot. With her trusty sniper rifle at her side she watched the crowd of waving flags and cheering. Finally after much waiting she spotted the car she had desperately wanted to see. The top was down of the cherry red as the occupant was balding and had the greasiest smile one could muster plastered across his face. She nodded, confirming her target and knelt beside her rifle, taking aim. The feel of the trigger as it graced her fingers was so surreal yet every time felt like the first. Her eyes narrowed, ready to eliminate, as she fought with herself to wait until her target was in range. She wanted that perfect shot...the one she longed for. With a soft squeeze of the trigger a bullet hurled its way into the parted sea of people at neck-breaking speed until finally breaking the skin, shattering the barrier of bone and puncturing his brain, splattering the contents of his head on the lavish interior of the car. Even from far up Zee could see the mess that had been made as the bullet dotted right between his eyes. The crowd gasped and screamed in horror as his body flopped forward onto the cushion in front of him. Zee smirked and began to pack up her equipment while the sounds of chaos and screams played out like a theatrical production below.

**End Flashback**

 

[Warr]

*Raises hand* May I have Zebb?

 

[LunaRhythm]

*Raises hand* May I have Zebb?

Sure, love. I hope you enjoy... *smiles* Did you check out his picture and whatnot?