Rated M for Mature. Contains violence and excessive language.
July 7th 2085, 20:21 PM
A young man walks through the grass, a calm breeze accompanying him. In the distance the sun is setting. His name is Scott, and he is a survivor. With a red and black backpack in his hand and a baseball bat in the other, he roams the apocalyptic world. Everywhere he looks are the remains of buildings, taken over by the beauty of nature. Trees growing through concrete, vines hugging the skyscrapers.
Suddenly he is blown away by what seems like a sonic boom, followed by two more. Then he watches as small explosions appear above the grass, crackling like fireworks. Another sonic boom, followed by a futuristic DeLorean car appearing out of thin air, driving across the grass at rapid speed and then suddenly coming to a stop, leaving behind a trail of flames and smoke.
"A DeLorean?" Scott asks, staring at the car with a puzzled look. One of the doors on the side swings open, revealing a man with unkempt, fuzzy white hair and slightly bulging eyes dressed in a lab coat. He looks old, yet somehow young. He looks around, then sees Scott and immediately jumps up and runs towards him, grabbing him by his shoulders.
"Are you Scott Martin McFly?!" he asks brashly, shaking him as if Scott needed waking up.
Scott just stares at him, blinking a few times while opening and closing his mouth time after time.
"Are you?!" the old man asks again, his eyes showing frustration and desperation.
"Yes, yes!" Scott answers hastily, hoping the man will finally stop shaking him. And he does, only to throw his hands upwards and show a happy and excited smile on his face.
"Great Scott!" he exclaims, half laughing.
"N-No, it's... just Scott." Scott says nervously, somewhat confused by the mans exclamations. The man looks at him as if disturbed, then shakes his head and pulls Scott towards the DeLorean.
"I'll explain later. Come, before those awful things spot us." he says, looking around at the wrecked buildings.
"Where are we going?!" Scott exclaims as he's being pushed into the DeLorean. The man sits in the driver's seat, pressing some buttons and checking the rear view mirror.
"To 2055." he says calmly, beginning to drive the DeLorean backwards.
"2055?!" Scott repeats, his eyes widening and looking at the panel before him displaying the date.
"Great Scott, you're just like your great-grandfather. He always sounded so surprised, too." the man says, chuckling and then turning to face forwards again.
"My great-grandfather? You knew him?" Scott asks, still sounding as surprised as before. The man nods, laughing.
"Oh yes. I knew him as Marty McFly, and we've been through a hell of a lot together. In fact, he was the one who told me to come here and take you to 2055." he explains, pressing another few buttons.
"What for?!" Scott exclaims, worriedly looking around him. Distant screams could be herad in the distance once the engine started revving.
"To prevent all of this." the man says, gesturing towards the buildings around them.
"To prevent the apocalypse... and to prevent your disastrous death." the man shoves the goggles on top of his head onto his nose bridge, and gives Scott a pair of goggles as well. Scott puts them on, seemingly forgetting what the man said, but then coming back to it with more surprised facial expressions.
"My death?!"
"Yes! But more on that later. For now... buckle up, kid." the old man says, grinning as the DeLorean starts speeding towards a building. The car hits 88 miles per hour, crackles and trembles, and then disappears, leaving behind another fire trail.
[M] Back To The Future: Outatime [OOC]
like I said in the OP, the plot is weak. I just wanted to do a BTTF RP so badly.
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