Zombie Must be This Tall to Ride {{ O & A }}

[TheOccarim]

-- ♠ ＶＩＣＴＯＲ ＳＴＥＥＬ "ＴＨＥ ＣＥＮＴＵＲＩＯＮ"
＂ We αre ɴoт мeɴ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мere doɢѕ. We αre wolveѕ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мeɴ.＂

-- ♠ Ｍｏｏｄ：Content -- ♠ Ｗｈｅｒｅ：Gates -- ♠ Ｗｉｔｈ：Richard Schneider --

The sun shined mighty upon the amusement park, the once perfectly fine metallic structures now crumbled under their own weight due to rust and lack of proper treatment. Some endured, either by themselves due to their sheer quality or by the maintenance done by the group of survivors that had set up camp in the park, and served the needs of those around. The camp was set up and divided in a way that everyone had an occupation. Some took care of the crops and the live stock that were set up to provide food; of course others made the meals. There were guards, those who protected the amusement park from the infected. It would have been a fine camp by itself if it only had those occupations but the amusement park known as Six Flags had special group of people. Scavengers, the ones who searched every thing for anything that could be of use or just pure amusement for the camp.

If one looked at the other survivors they would just see normal people, physically at least, just going on with their lives. Perhaps one or two were malnourished or physically debilitated but they seemed normal. Victor stood out like a sore thumb among the survivors. Not because his particularly large frame, 7 feet tall with the build of someone who could feature in a super soldier movie, but due to the way he carried himself. Victor wore a mildly heavier, much more resistant, and less constricting version of the best body armor civilian or even the average soldier could have. He was every military operations movie fan's wet dream, a real life version of those super soldiers who wore the powered armors. That was far from reality as all his suit of body armor would protect him against would be small firearms fire and a bit more on a lucky day. It also kept him completely impervious to the infected trying to take a chunk of him with them. Sure it was mildly heavy which meant slower moving speed but Victor was never a fast runner to begin with. He had momentum similar to when a bear charged and could hold his own in long distance runs but apart from that, one just had to outrun him right off the bat.

Being a human version of an armored tank was good but having the stopping power to match it was marvelous. He carried a Mossberg 500, completed with all the necessary accessories that made it such a good weapon. A side saddle shell holder and a screw on stock mount shell holder went along with the integrated pistol grip/stock combo. The pump hand grip was replaced with a picatinny rail version mounted on a picatinny compatible vertical grip, he had a barrel mount picatinny rail unit of course. A nice little add-on was the shotgun sling made from approximately 80 feet of braided paracord. All of this provided him with the ability to be a real show stopper. If need be, he could always let the shotgun rest on his side and pull out the FN P90 that rested on the right side of the large,black backpack he carried. It had a strap as well to allow for sudden removal and use. The backpack carried the usual, magazines and some maintenance equipment. The suit wouldn't look the part fully if it was simply that so Victor, in all his mighty paranoia, had a paintball mask hiding his face while a ballistic helmet protect the rest. That was Victor, the human tank, walking towards the park's gates where one of the guards sat behind them. He approached calmly, the shotgun resting in his hands with his fingers wrapped around the pistol grip he had for shotgun. "Good morning." Victor spoke in a lax, polite and refined manner. "Any sight of the infected near these gates?" Victor questioned the man who was near him, Richard.

♠ Ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｇｈｔ:XXXXXX

-- Since it's morning, I went on and ignored the part where you described the night.

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Lost in White

[AnaI Piledriver]

xxx Ｒｉｃｈａｒｄ "Ｒｉｃｋ" Ｖ. Ｓｃｈｎｅｉｄｅｒ xxx

xxxxx Ｓ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ Ｄ xxx Ｏ Ｕ Ｔ xxxxx

It was an all-nighter he pulled out. Rick wouldn't suspect the morning could have come. Four cigarette butts laid on the ground below him, a fresh new one smoldered on the ground. Rick set his foot on it as he reached to draw another one. He felt that he was running low on the cigarettes, but he was too much of a heavy smoker to care... That is, until he realized he had ran out. That's when an angry man would rise with the morning sun.

Rick inspected his carton. It was half empty. In his hands, they wouldn't last for the next hour. Hopefully everyone was up and rising soon. He was beginning to get hungry, but he wouldn't leave his post. Rick reached for his water canteen and twist the cap, taking a sip of refreshing water. He would have like to drink the rest down, but he had to reserve it. Water was very scarce during these times, and the local reservoir waters were contaminated with the virus. It'd be a suicide to try and drink out of those waters.

He could feel the temperature was rising a bit, quite a relief since it was chilly during the night. Not any better since he was wearing a dusty dressing shirt. The street light above him shut off, and the buzzing noise went dead. It was wake time, and he could already hear heavy armor clashing towards his way. He knew who it was. "Had some good sleep, Dream Warrior?" Rick joked, yet kept visual of the gate. "Manage to sight six zeds about two clicks from here on the main roads around quarter after four. Didn't seem interested, so they headed out back towards the main city." Rick lifted his lighter to his face, cupping his other hand and lighting his cigarette.


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O.O.C : Meh; had no idea of the time, I guess it's at the peak of down now. ' -'

RizenRivaldi

[Midnight Soldier 543]

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Luke White

He didn't respond to anything she said until he had finished with the engine, of course he was always working, probably more than most in the park as he slept maybe every other day if he didn't have something interesting to do. Well, interesting to him. He peers down into the engine and sighs to himself as he can see the issue. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches down into the engine to readjust the belt before standing back and closing the hood while giving Lain an even more unimpressed glance than his usual one. "There, should work fine now." He says dryly.

Luke makes his way down to the other two trucks, popping each hood open and not finding anything immediately wrong that would cause any issues. He closes the hoods in turn after finishing his check ups and grabs an old rag to wipe his hands off on. "We'll need oil soon." He says, really really hoping Lain wouldn't mistake oil for gas. He rolls his sleeves back down and adjusts his glasses before leaning against the hood of the third truck and looking back. "How long until we leave?" He asks, wondering if he had enough time to check the cameras again and do whatever odd jobs needed doing. He was ready to roll out anytime, we kept packs around and he always has his glock strapped to his thigh using a makeshift holster fashioned from a few roller coaster seat belts and some buckles from life jackets in the gift shop.

[Patchahroo]

∝╬══→𝕷𝔞𝔦𝔫 Blah blah blablah...

Wanna join me, come and play.
But I might shoot you, in your face.
Bombs and bullets will, do the trick.
What we need here, is a little bit of panic!

Do you ever wanna catch me?
Right now I'm feeling ignored!
So can you try a little harder?
I'm really getting bored!

It wasn't surprising that Luke didn't really answer her question or that he finished looking at the cars in a quick manner. The boy did what had to be done, when it needed to be done, no question about that. "Theres Oil in the back closet.. But thank you for taking care of the cars." she'd give Luke a rather thankful smile, while turning her body around on the stool to follow him around. Lain figured she might have hit creeper status by the way she had been watching him, but she had nothing else to do. " soon.. Really soon actually, maybe thirty minutes if everyone can get their a** here. she'd respond to him with a bit of a sigh. Trying to keep these people organized was always a challenge. some cogs ran a little fast, others slower, but some how this mechan continued to run smoothly.

Flinching, Lain would look behind her to see Elanor, some one else who had manged to sneak up on her, though it wasn't all to hard. It's not like she was ever one guard for an attack or something like that.. Maybe she should be though. Then again it's not like they'd let in people who clearly weren't all there and might murder everyone in their sleep. Then again it's not like they wouldn't have their a** handed to them with all the amazing fighters around here. Lain would smirk at her own thought, before leaping off of her stool to fully great the farmer with a hug. With Lain's arm warped around Elly, she could feel something squirming in her pack. Pulling away from the hug, she'd glare at Elanor confusedly, before it finally hit her, there was a pig in that backpack.

Giving Elly a wink she'd take her hand and escort her over to the white van Luke had just fixed up."Welcome to your transportation... Do you think this could fit a cow?" "she'd pause for a moment to lean in close to Elanor to whisper to her "There should be truffles around the woodsy farm areas, yeah? I'll talk to who ever wants to take this job and let them know about your side adventure." Pulling away from her, Lain would start to walk away, but stop herself to look back at her. "Annd, if your going to do this you need to stay close to the group and have a weapon on you. If you need one i'll go get you. I need to pick up the rest of the team anyways.." she'd mumble that last bit. A little annoyed that she hadn't even bumped into the rest of the scavengers. she should count herself as lucky though, finding Jerry and Jace were win in her book anyways, plus Luke even came out his room."Take care of Luke while I'm gooonnee" she'd give a little wave to both of them, before walking off, heading for the gates.

Lain hadn't made her way over there yet anyways and she tried to visit both the farms and gates every day on her rounds, but they typically had the gates covered most of the time. It was boring job really, but also not too bad if you enjoyed killing off zoms-zoms that got a little too close. Plus there was always a chance of helping a survivor and offering them safety.Luckily for her this was a short walk, since the garage and gates was pretty much right next to each other, maybe a five minute walk or so. Eying Victor and Ricky, Lain would call out for them before running over to them. "Riiiiccckkky! Viiiccttoorrr!

" Heey, Hows the gates? How are you guys? Wanna go on a trip today? she'd ask both of them, in a rather quick manner and with a smile on her face. Lain was more or less happy that she could kill two birds with one stone here.

Come on, shoot faster,
Just a little bit of energy!
I wanna try something fun right now,
I guess some people call it anarchy!

Let's blow this city to ashes,
And see what Baby thinks.
It's such pathetic neatness,
But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed!

[TheOccarim]

-- ♠ ＶＩＣＴＯＲ ＳＴＥＥＬ "ＴＨＥ ＣＥＮＴＵＲＩＯＮ"
＂ We αre ɴoт мeɴ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мere doɢѕ. We αre wolveѕ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мeɴ.＂

-- ♠ Ｍｏｏｄ：Curious -- ♠ Ｗｈｅｒｅ：Gates -- ♠ Ｗｉｔｈ：Richard and Lain --

The day had started a few hours a go but Victor didn't find anything to do in the hours that passed. He took care of all the firearms, blades and any other type of weapons the survivors had in storage in case of a major horde. He spent the rest of that free time taking care of his body armor, his personal weapons and general things related to him. One who didn't knew how he acted could be surprised to see him actually talking with someone but those who spent more time with him knew that he had a reason to do so. Victor approached Richard with a seemingly normal question but Richard replied to him the way he wanted him to. Precise information, like a proper soldier should always give. That's why he always asked the same question to Richard, the man would reply properly. "Understood." Victor gave a reply of his own, no "thank you" or something similar but a simple confirmation that he got it.

Victor knew about the firearm Richard owned, a rare weapon to own due to low production numbers due to the fact that the revolver had little popularity."MP-412 Rex revolver, fires .357 Magnum and .38 Special cartridges" He extended the hand that was formerly gripping the vertical grip and opened it. What rested on his hand was one .357 Magnum revolver cartridge. He closed his hand again and then gave the cartridge to Richard, letting it rest in the man's own hand. Cartridges weren't currency or anything like that but he figured Richard would make some use out of it if situation arises. A bullet could change it all for all he cared.

He was getting ready to go on a small reconnaissance mission around the area but someone was yelling his name. Lain, he knew that voice anywhere. She came running up to both of them, spewing out words fast like always. She did spoke of a trip so Victor was interested. "Good morning. When?" Victor said his greetings and asked when the trip was going to happen, ignoring the part where she asked on how he was. He figured it would have to do for now, something to keep him interested.

♠ Ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｇｈｔ:XXXXXX

-- Nothing to say.

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AquaTheDemon




Lost in White

[AnaI Piledriver]

xxx Ｒｉｃｈａｒｄ "Ｒｉｃｋ" Ｖ. Ｓｃｈｎｅｉｄｅｒ xxx

xxxxx Ｓ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ Ｄ xxx Ｏ Ｕ Ｔ xxxxx

Rick taken another inhale of his cigarette as he kept eagle's eye view of the place. "Boy must you miss me to wake up early and walk all the way here." He said. Of all people, he really didn't expect to see Victor up this early to walk to the front gates. The weapon specialist was his position, Rick knew. Rick could imagine what kind of armory Victor could form up in a matter of a few months, or even weeks. Grab anything that looks like a weapon with ammunition and go in the city. Rick knew that they didn't have much ammunition left. Heck; he had four in the chamber, which is all he had left. But he wouldn't be dependent on them anyhow. Rick was more of a hand-to-hand combat person. Especially in these times, anything in reach that surely cause lethal damage, would be in his grasp.

Rick attuned his ears to Victor, on with his little speech. "Yeap... Russian double-action. I found this back in Helmand Providence during a night raid." Rick reached for his magnum that rest in its holsters on his right, pressing on the cylinder latch and rotating it. This gun saved his life. When he checked his ammo load, two empty chambers, with the last four remaining ammo, resting at its chambers. When looking at this, it brought back memories he didn't want to remember...

"Aaaahhh!" A masculine scream followed by a loud crack of a gun shot, and a male sobbing.

Rick closed his eyes and popped the ejector rod back in place.

"I'm sorry... So sorry..." A sobbing man went on weeping, followed by a second crack.

Rick sensed a hand extending to him, and his eyes snapped back open. Victor held out a magnum cartilage that went to his revolver. He took it from his hands, popping the latch off once again, looking at the empty chambers, where he loaded one. That left one empty chamber. Rick snapped the revolver back and gave the chambers a spin. "I guess you know your weapons too well. Suppose that's why Lain put you up as weapon specialist." Rick said as he set his revolver back to its holsters.

From a distance, Rick could hear the sound of another set of legs running towards the gates and calling their name. As he expected, Lain stood behind them. Rick took one last puff before throwing the butt aside, turning his attention towards Lain and stood up, stretching. "Mornin'." He said. As he continued to hear Lain speak, she had spoken so fast, he didn't know where to start, but her offer to go on a trip. That sparked his curiosity. A trip. "A trip? To grandma's?" Rick joked, and continued to what he meant to say. "So where we headed off to?"


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O.O.C :

RizenRivaldi

AquaTheDemon

[Shats of Basson]

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Jericho "Angel Eyes" Williams
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【Head of the Suicide Squad 】
“And here my mom thought I was gonna be a doctor!”

Was damned terrible, those night terrors, but unlike other nights, Jace was here when he awoke. Wrapping his arms around Jerry's muscular frame and laying his head upon his shoulder. Jericho's look a just plain awful slowly transformed into and easy eyes and a warm smile. Jericho wrapping one arm around Jace, planting a small kiss on the top of his head. "Don't need to be, bud..You're here, and that means a lot in itself.." Addressing the apology that the raven haired boy ad offered as to comfort him. Jace merely being there made Jerry feel a thousand times better after things like that.

It wasn't long until the boy pulled away, though, keeping a single hand in his back. Being his usual sassy self, perhaps to draw attention off of the current situation. The smile turning to smirk as he looked over at Jace. "What's wrong, Jae? Don't like my manly musk?" Fanning what ever stink he had on him toward Jace's direction and chuckling about it. Now fully awake, his mind snapped back to reality and he realized just about what time it must have been. Lain wanted to go on a trip, would be kind of hard without the head scavenger and the guy with the freaking maps! He gently slid out of bed and began redressing, applying his vest, belt. holster, sheath, the whole nine yards.

"Ah, crud, we gotta get down the the garage...Lain's probably waiting for us.." The former marine mused, checking his M1911 over a few time before stowing it in the holster. Jerry had never made a habit of being late, and he sure as he wasn't going to start now. In all honesty, he didn't like taking the vehicles, they made far too much noise and with things like they were, it didn't make things easier by depending on them, as they were prone to failure. Tiny things, bit pieces that are essential to their functioning, and they give out due to lack of proper conditions.

[BLStoner]

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tab ☠ Color burst onto the fair cheeks at the kiss upon the crown of his skull, yet again unable to help himself. It seemed almost impossible to be around this man without having his face a little up with color as it was now. Oh gee, he wondered what ever had inspired not only the talking of others, but Jericho's desire to be . . . Well, sweet on him. Was he that easy to get a reaction out of? Well, duh. He was so hush-hush about all his other feelings, but for some reason, he seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve with this one. Ugh, he was being so immature about all of this. However, it wasn't all that bad either.

tab ☠ Now on the subject of things that were and were not bad, Jericho's 'manly musk' was a sure thing on the 'bad' list. When was the last time that man took a dip and scrubbed up? Actually, he didn't want to know. "Tch. Sorry to tell you this, but not all of us smell like we crawled out the a** of a rotting cadaver." Okay, that was an exaggeration, but it was no roses and daisies, that was for sure. Ah, but the moment of playing passed and here came the reality check again. Fun.

tab ☠ "Yeah . . . Lain . . ." He mumbled, knowing he was being a little bit of a sourpuss now, but could one blame him? He had just been curled up in bed with another warm body and had been perfectly happy there. Compare that to the flesh eating corpses, the unknown aggressors, and the perils he faced, anyone else may have felt the same. "Well, I've got to grab my things from my little 'private' space of a room, so I'll meet you down there. Besides, the party can't get started without me anyhow." He said, getting up from the bed and stretched the full length his body would allow before he relaxed himself. For him, solo runs were less stressful than group runs for many obvious reasons. One being that his own personal ******** ups would only get him killed instead of other people. Ah, but he'd yet to get anyone killed and anyone who had died in their prior trips could not be pinned on him.

tab ☠ The young male re-equipped both mask and bag before he made for the door of the trailer, but not without first ruffling the short red locks of his favorite person. A small grin took to his lip, but of course he was soon gone. His feet carried him to the neighbouring establishment where he weaved about furniture and cloth walls to fine his only little place in the very back corner where most people didn't bother him. Here he had no bed, just a make-shift hammock that had been twisted up. Young hands gripped the cloth and untwisted the material, revealing what had been bundled inside. On his own personal runs, he didn't carry a weapon with him for there was no need. He wasn't reckless nor did he trap himself, but instead always made sure he had an escape route in case of trouble. Like today. But with the group, he wasn't going to take his chances and challenge a group of dead to some fisticuffs. He grabbed up his things and secured them where they belonged, the two machetes on his back, the sheath secured under the back, the knife tucked away into his left boot, the tomahawk at his left hip, and the Glock to his right thigh. He had to admit he wasn't a gun fan, but it was smaller than a quiver and a bow, although he'd kill to get his hands on a good hunting bow. Oh the things he could do with something so pretty.

▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Camp: Hotel Hotel; Jericho's Trailer > Personal sleeping spacexxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Radioactive - Jump xxxx
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Jericho > Alone xxxx▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A

[Magical Girl Satan]

Elanor pulled away slightly from the hug and then felt as Buxby shuffled in her bag. Lain then winked at her and she was in the clear, she listened attentively as she talked about the van. "It's not a very pretty van." She said without really thinking, as she asked if the van could fit a cow she grinned and hopped into the back of it. She stepped around for a moment stretching up and touching the roof of the van. "It will be a tight fit but it'll do!" She smiled at Lain while climbing back out. She listened as Lain whispered in her ear and grinned. Today was going to be one exciting day. She took her bag off and pulled Buxby out who squealed giddily. It looks like she was in the clear, she had thought. Buxby stuck close to her legs as she walked towards the front of the van.

Elanor looked over to Luke, "Hello." She nodded at him, it had been the first time she'd seen him. She's probably seen him around the park, but she wouldn't remember him if they hadn't talked. Elanor glanced around and then picked up Buxby whilst scratching her side. Buxby was a nice pig, she usually spent the majority of her time talking to him. Like some deranged cat lady. But instead of a cat she had Buxby. Close enough? She coddled Buxby and kissed the top of his head.

LocationNo Where Particular xxxxxCompany Secretly Buxbyxxxxx
Feeling Alright.

Midnight Soldier 543

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[Ugly Barnacles]

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◆ löċätïön: ... On The Move
◆ ċömpänÿ: ... Xavier
◆ fëëlïnġ: ... Relaxed


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“I’m not suggesting you stop silly. I was joking. I could actually go for a smoke myself so when you have some I’d like to join you.” While a good stiff drink was her poison of choice, smoking was quite comforting. She hadn’t had an actual cig in ages. She didn’t bother looking for them and stuck with her various plant life. On extremely bad days, typically after a loss of a person in her care, Avery would open the lock box and dip into the special stash to numb the thoughts in her head and drift off into a stupor.

“I could definitely put something together for you. Won’t be nicotine, but as far as the brain is concerned it’s the same thing.“ She adjusted the pack on her shoulder and walked backwards to be able to see him as they spoke. The eucalyptus did have lingering smell. They both reeked like menthol cough drops mixed with grass and honey. Not a pleasant combo. “Sorry about that, we’ll both smell funky for a while. It is a natural fly repellant so that’s a plus.” She laughed and waited for him to catch up.“If a crazy swarm of nats attack the camp we’ll be the only survivors.”

Sensing his urgency to meet the others she glanced around and with no one to be seen decided debating on which way to go. “Your guess is as good as mine, Love. We can always just head straight to the meeting place, bound to run into people on the way.”










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[Patchahroo]

∝╬══→𝕷𝔞𝔦𝔫 Blah blah blablah...

Wanna join me, come and play.
But I might shoot you, in your face.
Bombs and bullets will, do the trick.
What we need here, is a little bit of panic!

Do you ever wanna catch me?
Right now I'm feeling ignored!
So can you try a little harder?
I'm really getting bored!

Happy with Elanor's response, Lain would watch Buxby waddle around a little before actually taking off, she wasn't sure how this was going to end. It's not like someone would deny Lain's order to take Elly on her own side trip, but having little experience out the gates.. Well not that little, but it's been about three months or so really, she had no idea how the world had been changing. More zombies, less zombies? Did it even matter anymore? It wasnt even zombies anymore that was a problem, it was just being able to live off what you had.

Yet, something about being stuck inside a safe area like this made her long for a little freedom out there. Looking at the same things for so long was too mind numbing for her. In her youth Lain had spent most of her time on the streets anyways, she was used to running wild for days at a time herself. Hitch hiking or walking anything was better then being in that house..

Not surprised that Victor had gotten right to the point or that Rick had responded playfully, Lain would respond with a bit of a chuckle. "I wish it was to grammies house." Leaning against the gate, Lain would continue "Well it's kind of a free for all outing.. Just trying to get what we need. Which would happen to be a cow, some tech stuff, building materials, farming equipment and winter clothing. Either of you wanna go?" she list off the times while looking off to the side as if she had been reading off an imganery list. When she finished her eyes would linger back over to her company.

"Oh! Also, Jace was pretty clear on not wanting to have anyone bring along any fire power.. So make sure you have a meele on you. " She'd add quickly before pulling away from the gate and taking a few steps off to the side to start walking again. "Once I find Jerry and Jace id like to get going.. So hopefully in twenty or less. talking a few more steps back Lain would give them both a wave and a wink. "Hope to see you in the garage!"

Come on, shoot faster,
Just a little bit of energy!
I wanna try something fun right now,
I guess some people call it anarchy!

Let's blow this city to ashes,
And see what Baby thinks.
It's such pathetic neatness,
But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed!

[Shats of Basson]

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Jericho "Angel Eyes" Williams
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【Head of the Suicide Squad 】
“And here my mom thought I was gonna be a doctor!”

Jericho had an amused grin that just couldn't seem to fade. Was quite proud of himself, and found Jace's comment about how he smelled to be more than entertaining. He could always count in his navigator to be a funny fella, in his own way. It was his later tone that kind of yanked at his lips, causing them to lower back into their regular horizontal position on his face. Jerry knew, this was like heaven compared to being out there. Honestly, if he could, Jerry would have told Lain to go themselves, he and Jace were staying behind. However, Jerry had an important role and he certainly wasn't one to disappoint his superiors. Getting the last little tid bits fastened, his eyes cut to Jace as he mouthed the last little bit.

A light chuckled coming from his throat. "Alright, Jae..I'll see yah there.." The trailer door closed behind him, the sound echoing in his head for a few moments. A sigh of slight frustration eluded him. He shouldn't have decided to pull that stunt when he KNEW he was going to have to get up and go. But, he really couldn't help it, being gone for several days, he really missed Jace. While all the members of their little community meant something to Jerry, Jae meant the world to him. If it wasn't evident in his actions, it wouldn't be very apparent as he didn't say much in public besides the occasional tease.

He wished for more, but, he and Jace both tended to get some odd stares. Jerry didn't like that one bit, and it made him feel bad for his raven haired love interest. He already had enough on his plate with the whole park making rumors about him. Jericho waltzed over to the door, opening, then climbing down, his boots planting firmly onto the ground below before he turned around and slammed the door closed. Not out of anger, maybe not so much that as it was being mildly upset at himself. He'd come to shake it off once he began passing by people, not wanting to take the tunnel this time around.

It wouldn't be too awful long before he came up on the gate, seeing Lain, Rick, and good ol' Vick. He waved at them from a far, noticing the Lain seemed to be departing from the group, hearing the tail end of what she'd said. "Aye! Lain, wait up!" He called, his fast walk becoming a swift jog until he was only feet away from their fair haired leader. "Ha, Hey..Um..Well, we'll need to get to that garage and get set up..Is anyone who hasn't been on a scav-trip coming? If so, I'm gonna have to lay down the ground rules..I know it's tedious but, it saves lives.."

[TheOccarim]

-- ♠ ＶＩＣＴＯＲ ＳＴＥＥＬ "ＴＨＥ ＣＥＮＴＵＲＩＯＮ"
＂ We αre ɴoт мeɴ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мere doɢѕ. We αre wolveѕ dιѕɢυιѕed αѕ мeɴ.＂

-- ♠ Ｍｏｏｄ：Curious -- ♠ Ｗｈｅｒｅ：Gates -- ♠ Ｗｉｔｈ：Richard, Lain and Jericho --

Victor ignored the comment Richard made, it didn't it annoy him as he was used to hearing it from other people who reply with the same faked shock and sarcastic tone each time he appears early for them. Richard was correct though, right on the money. Victor didn't often show up, at least that early in the morning, to speak with someone without a good reason. He spent most of his time training, physically and mentally, or taking care of the survivors weapons storage. It his job and he enjoyed it so it was a very good situation for him. It allowed him to be isolated, to keep his emotional distance. If anything happened he was the one nearest to the weapons. Many had their own weapons like he did but not everyone had the gear, the sheer numbers of ammo and the physical shape to be what he was.

Richard did inform Victor on where he got the revolver from, claiming to have found the weapon during a night raid in Helmand Providence. For a second silence was king. Richard broke the silence by complimenting Victor on his knowledge and the fact that it was the reason Lain chose him as the weapons specialist. Victor nodded, tilting his head a bit to the side as Lain appeared.

Richard spoke with her after him, replying in the usual playful tone. Victor heard her question if any of the men wished to go which Victor did want. His eyes followed her movements for a moment, the way she spoke while walking always made him know that she was the type of person overloaded with positive energy. In such a dangerous time to be positive, she kept her attitude that way. But she did hide something, Victor knew that much. He got ready to reply to her question after a second of silence but then she said something that wouldn't have crossed his mind. Jace, another member of the scavengers whose job was to be a navigator, seemed to believe fire power wouldn't be helpful. That was a problem with Victor, who had a passion for weapons and the fact they had so many benefits, because he didn't agree with it without a proper explanation. Before speaking to her though, he needed to speak with Richard privately. "Wait for me here, I need to have a word with you." Victor spoke in a more silent manner, merely lowering his tone of voice and looking at Richard. It wasn't an order but Victor did have his imposing feature that often aided in his word carrying the frightening aura he gave to some.

Lain walked away after speaking about the no fire power part. She did stop to say when the mission would happen and where they would meet to set up. Victor took a few steps forward before the sudden sound of someone walking to him caught his ear. He looked back to see Jericho, pacing quickly to Lain's location. He stopped only a step or two from Victor. He spoke quickly before Victor so he waited for Jericho to finish as well. He questioned Lain about the members who were going on the new trip being only from the scavengers team or simply other survivors. Victor did like that question but now he had one related with him. "Good morning Jericho." ,Victor spoke in the same lax, polite and refined manner he did to Richard and Lain. "Why did Jace insist on not bringing any fire power?" Victor asked, his curiosity starting to blend with the paranoia he had earned over the years. Something didn't seem right.

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Lost in White

Shats of Basson

[Midnight Soldier 543]

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Luke White

Luke slowly pushed off of the car hood to see Elanor face to face for the first time, he had seen her though as he had seen everyone through his monitors; through the screens that allowed him a near omnipotent view of the park. Luke knew about Buxby since he had been in the park, the only secrets kept from his view were ones in the privacy of one's quarters and the bathrooms. Despite his knowledge he didn't give away any of the bits that he knew, he wasn't interested enough to turn anyone in unless it was something that he saw as a threat. "Hello." He says plainly, looking at her eye to eye for a long moment before finally speaking again. "Are you coming with us?" He asks without any facial features to give away his interest.

Despite his face not showing anything Luke was interested in Elanor since she is his opposite, where she is full of life he is almost as dead as the zombies. Elanor was probably the most attractive person in the park to him even though he believes he wouldn't be able to spend any real length of time with her. He liked things quiet and alone, she seemed to enjoy talking and had fun when around other people or animals. "I'll watch your back." He says, finally turning back around to lean on the hood of the car. In his simple sentence his intentions could be unclear, it could be a sign of affection, him recognizing that she was their best farmer and useful, or that he knew she wasn't as observant as he is. Who knows?

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Rick kept open ears to Lain. A cow? Probably was kidding, but he wouldn't be so assure of that. As he heard Victor speak, Rick responded, "Whatever you say, Chief." This was a good opportunity to fish out for any equipment. What he especially would need, a welder or some type for gate repairs. There were some days hoards of the undead would litter the gates, and days when it would be empty. What he couldn't shake off his mind... A cow? "You must be kidding about that. Every living thing out there probably had their guts taken out of them." Rick went and reached for, yet another cigarette. His addiction was too heavy; he knew very well, yet he still lit it up.

His thoughts were interrupted when Jericho made it to the scene. "Ey' Jerry. You're late." Rick said to him as he was incoming. Then his attention turned towards Victor, who didn't seem so sure of the 'no firearms' deal. Rick wasn't very sure about that either. What if there were to be an emergency of some sort, and they're left with nothing. "Clever thinking if you'd ask me." Rick said in a sarcastic tone. "Well it doesn't matter what Jace says. I'm not headed out without at the very least one bullet. Tell him to cut whatever hippie s**t he's trying to get on to." He said in quite a more serious tone, taking a puff. Rick probably felt the same as Victor. Something was quite not right to him either. To not bring any firearms when going out the gates to visit a city infested with zeds. He wouldn't abide with conditions that would put others at risk. Rick had no problem with the hand to hand combat himself. He never really had used his handgun since the outbreak.


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AquaTheDemon

Shats of Basson