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- Posted: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 19:30:40 +0000
Can you even hear my heart or are you pretending not to?
Everyone says I’m crazy, they tell me to forget you
I’m fallin’ down, getting deeper
Why don’t you know, you stupid fool
Everyone says I’m crazy, they tell me to forget you
I’m fallin’ down, getting deeper
Why don’t you know, you stupid fool
"What a terrible shame. I hate it when technology fights back. How about I give you a ride home. I promise to behave, no bad boy stuff, and I'll leave your precious neck alone. What do you say? All I ask is that you give me a chance sometime in the near future?"
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- Posted: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 16:21:46 +0000
- ◄ Emery Ame Chevaliar
- 19 / The Curious Cutie / rolls either way
- ◄ Elliot Ryu
- 21 / (role) / rolls either way
- ◄ Garrett Skyler Jones
- 20 / The Sharp Shooter / Ladies, please
- ◄ Evie Grace Evans
- 22 / The Sweetheart / Boys, boys, boys!
- ◄ Kaylee Elizabeth McKee
- 19 / The Unusual Artist / Guys, thanks
- ◄ (name of 6th person)
- 24 / (role) / (eh..)
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- Posted: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 03:20:29 +0000
College, the most exciting time of your young life, right? Wrong. It was the middle of the year and Elliott was loathing his schedule, his teachers and found it impossible to find other students to relate to. Sure, there was the artistic crowd, the Kpop lovers, and just the insanely insane party kids, but Elliott wasn't sure what group he identified with. College just felt like high school but with more freedom and teachers who could give a rip if you showed up to class or not. So much fun. He rolled his dark eyes.
However, he had managed to find someone interesting. Her name was Freya. She was similar to him in the fact they both had blue hair, weren't the greatest people persons, and had artistic abilities. Elliott was into photography and loved to take pictures of his close friends. He was pretty good for an amateur. Even if his major was psychology, it didn't mean he was bound to it, or couldn't do photography on the side. Elliott, even though his close friend would describe him as loveable, was more of an introvert. He would sit at the park and observe the people, instead of getting up and engaging in conversation. His ability to adapt to change is often what hinders him the most in this life. Adapting to college and the constant changes it brings, hasn't been easy for the fairly reserved male.
Today, he had asked Freya if she was interested in talking over some coffee, his treat of course. Also, Elliott found himself in need of a dye job. Freya was great with hair and now the only person he'd let dye his hair. He'd do it himself, but it never turned out as well as when she colored it.
Elliott now found himself inside the little cafe on the school grounds. His dark eyes were hidden behind his large glasses. Nervously, Elliott awaited the arrival of his guest. See, he and Freya had been friends for almost half a year now, but Elliott wanted to see more of her. Not to mention, he didn't exactly like it when guys eyed her like a piece of meat. So, today, today he was going to see if she'd be interested in going out with him. Elliott had a collage of pictures he'd taken of her, of them, and compiled it into a nice little display. Hopefully it wasn't too dorky or sentimental to give to her. The blue haired male sighed. Now he was second guessing himself. His hands fumbled nervously with the lid of his coffee cup. Where are you? He asked himself. Had she stood him up?
Several agonizing minutes passed. It'd been almost thirty minutes before his blue haired beauty showed up. Her smile alone made Eli melt. "H--Hey! I was wondering if I'd been stood up or not." He laughed as he went to pull the chair out for her. Eli pushed her in and went back to his seat. They chatted for a good while and laughed about the different experiences they'd had today. Little did they know this might be their last ounce of cheer for God only knows how long.
Eli had presented Freya with his collage, his face bright red as he did so. "I know it's only been six months since you walked into my life but it's been the best six months I've had since moving here. I - -I know this is sudden but do you think we could well see more of each other?
What happened next looked like a scene out of a horror movie. A blood curdling scream pierced the air as the sound of something, lots of something, breaking filled the small cafe. "MY GOD WHAT IS THAT!' Someone yelled. Eli looked away from Freya and saw several bloody students trying to chew on other students. What the hell! He grabbed Freya's hand and slowly got up from his seat. "W--we'll get out of here. J---just trust me." He knelt down and stayed low to the floor. Eli cringed as the sounds of flesh being ripped and bones breaking continued. He looked back to Freya and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Time to get the hell outta dodge! The boy bolted towards the side exit. Two of the blood covered students began to follow them. Eli grabbed a knife off the table and threw it at the other, the knife seemingly bouncing off his chest. s**t! He knew fighting was useless. Running was their only option. So, that's what they did.
Elliott and Freya ran across the quad and towards the student housing. Probably not the brightest idea, but he was panicked. He wanted to check on his room mate Teegan. Knowing that punk, he was probably all over his little lover, Emery. He didn't care, so long as he wasn't around when the two had their little love fests. Tossing the door open, seeing Teegan and Emery was stunned looks on their faces, Emery a bit more embarrassed looking than Teegan. The blue haired male sighed. "Guys, what the hell are you doing! D---don't tell me you haven't seen the carnage outside!" The smaller male shook his head. A frustrated Eli let go of Freya's hand. He marched over to the window and threw open the curtains. "Take a good long look! Those sick bastards are eating up anything with two legs and a brain. So, get some damn shirts on and get the hell out of here! Freya and I are going to leave but I've got enough room in my car for you guys. S--So hurry up!"
Emery put his shirt and jacket back on. Elliott couldn't believe how oblibious these two could be. He sighed. Eli was slightly jealous of their relationship. They were hardly ever apart and seemed so in love. His dark eyes fell to Freya. Could they ever be like that? A scream filled their floor. Son of - - A girl, who didn't look all there, was limping towards their room. s**t, s**t and oh yeah, s**t! Eli's heart was racing. He grabbed the useless dictionary he and and right as the girl entered, bashed her head with it. "Get the hell out of here! Freaking zombie creep." She groaned and tried to claw at him. Elliott kicked her knee which sent her tumbling to the floor. He got ontop of her and kept bashing her head in with the book. "STAY DEAD DAMN YOU!" He shouted. Emery was petrified with fear. He tried to latch onto Teegan but his boyfriend was now trying to help Elliott with their unwanted guest. Freya looked as scared and worried as he was. Though, she wasn't one to fight with and get out without a broken nose or black eye.
Finally, Elliot was able to get the zombie girl. He thankfully didn't get bitten. His favorite jacket had a rip or two in it but at least he was fine. "L---let's go." He grabbed a switch blade he kept, the baseball bat his dad had given him for Christmas one year and began the dangerous descent towards the parking lot.
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- Posted: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 03:56:21 +0000
Elliott let out a long sigh. The long school day was finally coming to a close. In all honesty, he couldn't wait to get home and play some video games or work on editing some pictures he took during break today. The blue haired boy was the artistic one out of his friends but the most outspoken on certain issues. He wasn't known for his docile personality and had been in a fight or two.
Elliott was looking forward to coming home. He had the entire house to himself this weekend. His mom and dad were out of town on a business trip, that meant, no nagging to wash the dishes, do the laundry or turn his music down. A no nagging weekend was ideal after the stressful week he had.
Living close to the school was pretty nice. Meant he didn't have to waste gas to drive there and his car wasn't exactly reliable. So, walking was a great alternative. His mother always worried about him getting snatched up off the streets, but Eli promised her that nothing bad could happen in a few blocks. That a lot of his friends walked to and from school, so she had nothing to freak out over. Still, it didn't stop Mrs. Ryu from worrying. Elliott was her baby, the youngest of three to be exact, and she was more attached to him than his older siblings. Parents shouldn't have favorites but Elliott loved to rub that in his snobby old sisters faces. Both of them were in college, one in grad school, the other just starting out. They thought they were so smart and perfect. They mocked Elliot for being artistic and for his unusual fashion taste. It didn't bug him one bit. He had his small group of friends and was offered a part time job with a local photographer. Things were heading in the right direction for him. He was even working on his portfolio for art school. Life was . . good? Almost too good.
Elliott had his ear buds in his ears, the infectious dupstep song blaring in his ears. He watched behind his frames as other kids ran off ahead of him. He just rolled his eyes. It was a nice day so why rush? Not like he had studying to do any ways. The blue haired boy had his guard down and was oblivious to anything around him. Not good at all.
As he was walking, he noticed a dark colored SUV tailing him. Elliott arched a brow. Odd. He shrugged and kept walking. Maybe they lived on his street too. Not like he memorized all of his neighbors cars. Elliott sighed as the song switched. The car was still trailing him. Stopping at the stop sigh, like he normally did, Elliot didn't realize that the car had stopped too. The blue haired boy looked down and realized his shoe was untied. He stooped down to tie the knot back. What happened next was all a blur for poor Eli. The car doors opened and a man exited the vehicle. A pain surged through his head as he was knocked out from behind. Eli fell to the ground. The man picked him up and tossed him into his car.
"Oww, what the hell?" Eli groaned as he finally came to. His dark eyes were adjusting to the dim room he now found himself in. Looking down, he noticed his feet were tied together. Trying to moved his hands didn't exactly work out, seeing as how they were tied behind him. Footsteps echoed in the room alerting the boy that he wasn't alone. A tall figure appeared in front of him and knelt down to examine his prize. "What gives? Who are you! Why am I tied up? L--let me go. These damn ropes are hurting my wrist!"
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- Posted: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 17:39:58 +0000
Skyler the slack is what the raven haired boy was often called. He disliked that so much. He'd rather be know as Skyler the sharp shooter. The male couldn't help it if college and school in general didn't hold his interest the way video games could. He was nine times out of ten always in front of a computer screen or a t.v one. Most of the time he was playing first person shooters or anything related to zombies. Today was no different. Skyler had decided to skip the early morning classes so he could catch up one some gaming. His cousin Evie was sitting next to him on the couch watching the other shoot away.She let out a small sigh. "Great. You'll never guess who wants to know if he can drop by." She said a bit sarcastically. Skyler looked away from his game for a second, a grin appearing on his face. "Don't tell me it's your creepy stalker. What's his name again? Tyler, Tyrone, Titus - -" "Trevor." She corrected him. "Gross. You should just lie and say you're taking care of me. Or that you're dog just died and you're in mourning for several months. Oh, I got it! Tell him that you're going out with that Mitch guy." Evie shook her head. "He's been going out with Kaylee for a year now. No way Trevor would fall for that one." "Tell him you're going out with - - " He sighed. "I'm running outta names. Who else goes to this school again? Evie bopped him on the head. "A certain girl named Sunny." Skyler looked away. "Shut up. It really sucks that she's related to that freak. Think about it, if she and I got married and then you and el creepador , we'd all be related. Ugh, that's kinda a turn off." Evie's face was bright pink. She slapped Skyler's shoulder. "You're such a jerk! B---besides, I don't like Trevor like that. Her face was almost crimson as she spoke. Skyler rolled his eyes. "Then why keep leading him on? Poor guy. You've got him wrapped around your little finger. Just end his suffering already." Evie sighed. Maybe she was being a little cruel to Trevor. He wasn't a bad guy or anything, it's just they didn't have much to talk about. It was painfully awkward on those not dates to the cafe or to the movies. He'd just stare at her and comment on the weather, how nice she looked that day and attempt to ask how her day was. So. Painful.
Skyler kept shooting at the zombies that popped up on the screen. The volume was turned up to the max to make the game seem more realistic. If only he knew what was going on outside their doors.
Evie went into the bathroom to get ready for another awkward encounter with Trevor. Oh joy. The raven haired girl hopped into the shower and washed up. Then she just went about drying off, fixing her hair and finding something nice to wear.
Skyler wasn't planning on going to classes at all today. If he wanted to see Sunny, he'd just meet her at the cafeteria or at the picnic tables. Sunny loved to be outside. It was like the sun fueled her bubbly care free personality. Still, she was a nice girl and nice to look at.
There was a knock on the door that probably meant Trevor was here. He rolled his eyes and paused his game. "I'm coming I'm coming!" He shouted. Skyler opened the door and saw Trevor. Skyler had an unamused look on his face. The male couldn't hide his disgust that this creep had taken an interest in his cousin. "Evie is getting ready right now. So, I dunno you can stand out there or come in here. I really don't care." He turned around and went back into the house. "EVE, You're stal - - your friend is here." The male plopped down on the couch. Un pausing the game, he turned up the volume even louder to drown out any attempted conversation by Trevor.
Evie sure was taking her sweet time to get ready. What the hell was going on? Someone let out a scream. It sounded like Evie? Skyler stood up and looked to Trevor. "She p--probably just saw a spider or something." Skyler commented. He got up off the couch and walked towards Evie's room. "Evie? Evie are you okay?!" He tried to open the door but it was locked. s**t He banged on the door. "EVIE!! The girl let out another scream. "G--get away from me!" She yelled. Skyler didn't like the sounds of that. The sounds of glasses shattering echoed from the other side of the door. What the hell was going on in there? Skyler went over to Trevor. "See if you can get that door opened. I--I gotta get something." He went into his room and pulled out box. Inside the box were two guns. His dad had given him these guns before he passed away.
Skyler hurried out of his room. Apparently Trevor wasn't as weak as he looked. The other had gotten the door open and was standing in front of Evie, trying to keep some bloody guy from grabbing her. Zombie? Here. No freaking way! He ran into the room and slide the spare gun over to Trevor. Skyler aimed and shot at the zombies leg. It only momentarily stopped him. It was long enough to change the things focus to him. The other started moving towards him. "Come at me!" He shouted. Skyler was backing out of Evie's room now. "Trevor, you damn well better get Evie out of here. T--take her somewhere safe!" Evie didn't look happy about what he had just said. "N--No. We're not leaving you!" Skyler gave Trevor a serious look. He fired a few more shots at the zombie. "Go now. I'll meet up with you two at the gym.
Evie felt herself being pulled away. Tear were filling up her eyes. "Y--You'd better be there!' She called out to her cousin. Trevor and Evie left the dorm and started towards the gym.
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A soft mew followed by what sounded like a motor running, filled the early morning silence. Mew. The kitten began to fluff her owner. The long haired kitten had a pink little nose, pink lips, a white tummy, tiger stripes and big green eyes. The kitten mewed again. The male underneath the mountain of covers let out a small groan. "Dulce?"" The kitten curled up in a ball on his chest. Emilio reached up and put a hand on the little ball of fluff. The brunette sat up. Dulce had to move a bit. The kitten's tail smack him in the face. What a sassy little creature! He just grinned before scooping her up into his arms. "Buongiorno mio piccolo amico." A warm smile spread across his face. Dulce mewed happily.
The two did their usual morning routine. Emilio went to shower and prepare for school. Dulce would prance around behind him where ever he went. No where was off limits for her. Emilio would talk to her about what his day consisted of, which actually helped him remember what needed to be done. The two sat in the little kitchen area and had their morning espresso. Dulce lapped at the warm saucer of milk in front of her. Emilio tended to spoil her from time to time. She was the last little bit of home he still had. Moving all the way from Italy, made Emilio feel a bit homesick. Sure he had some distant relatives in the states but it was far cry from home. His parents barely called to check in on him. His older sister, Gemma, kept up with him. His other siblings were off doing their own things. Gemma kept up with all of them, Emilio comes from a large family, (he's the second youngest of six) Thankfully, Gemma, being the second oldest, kept the family network up to date. She'd always fuss and worry if he was eating well, staying warm, staying healthy and wearing clean clothes. Something normally a mother would do.
Emilio went to his normal classes but was feeling bored toward the latter part of the school day. The brunette decided to sit under the shade of a nice oak tree and relax. School lately had been frustrating. Fall break was thankfully around the corner. His parents had promised to fly him back home for the week. Home. How his heart longed to be there. To eat his mother's homemade dishes, to smell the familiar scent of his father smoking a pipe, to hear the dogs barking outside the family home and to hear the bickering and laughter of his siblings. Nothing was going to stand in his way of getting home.
The brunette had dozed off and awoken to a horrible thing indeed. Someone was lingering near him with a vacant look on their face. Emilio, who had his ear phone tucked in his ear, couldn't hear the screams that were filling the quad. He just cocked his head to the side as he looked over the unusual fellow. His mouth was gaping open, something red had stained his teeth and he looked a bit worse for wear. The smell of his breath was enough to make Emilio want to vomit. Had he eaten a dead animal? Ugh. The fellow grabbed his arm and tried to put it in his mouth. What the hell?! More people, in the same condition of the bizarre stranger he was with, were limping and some running towards him. Emilio pulled back his other fist and slammed it into the gents face. "Vile." Were the first words out of his mouth. "You vile, putrid, disgusting, disillusion man, what the hell is wrong with you!" Groans alerted the male that he was going to be having more company, company that seemed hungry for him. This, this was some kind of joke, right? It was close to Halloween, maybe a group of students were playing a massive prank on the rest of the student body? He really hoped so.
Emilio had no clue where to go. It seemed like everyone but him was in on this joke. Wow. Way to go university! Let's single out the foreign kids and play a cruel prank on them. What a nice welcome this was. He wasn't amused.
The brunette was chased into the gymnasium. Things weren't much better in there. More people were trying to grab him and rip him limb from limb.. This was the sickest joke ever. Emilio couldn't wait to tell Gemma all about this! One girl latched onto his arm. Emilio cringed "Ma che diavolo! Lasciami che ti persona disgustosa!" The girl gave him a blank stare. He let out an annoyed sigh. Go figure, not many people here understood his native tongue. Brilliant! The girls drool was running down his arm. Sick! His mother taught him it wasn't polite to hit girls, but damn it mama if the girl is trying to eat me well then it must be done! Quickly apologizing in his mind for what he was about to do, Emilio hit the girl with all of his strength. An instant rush of guilt swept over him. "Dio mi aiuti."
Spotting the bleachers, the male sprinted towards them. These things couldn't scale walls or bleachers, right? Hopefully! The bleachers were pushed into the wall and only a small sliver was visible near the top. Thankfully for Emilio, he was physically fit. He got his footing and began to scale the folded up bleachers. The people below were trying their hardest to claw at him. Emi made it to the top where he happily perched. The windows near by seemed like they'd give if pushed enough. Possible means of escape.
Emilio's orbs landed on a guy and girl in the gym. They appeared to be normal. Emilio waved at them. "UP HERE! They can't get you up at this height." He noticed the dark haired girl seemed to have heard him. She and the other male braved their way through the disfigured students. Emilio was waiting to help them to the top. Hopefully they'd all get out of here in one piece.
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Kaylee looked over herself in the mirror one last time. She normally was never this nervous to go out with Mitch, but today they were going to a real club. She technically wasn't old enough to get in but Mitch said he'd get her in, all she had to do was "look old enough". The girl let out a sigh. Do I look old enough?She asked herself. Kaylee ran her brush through her blue bangs. All that she was waiting on now was for Mitch to call. Once he was here they'd go. The nervous butterflies kept fluttering around in her stomach. Kay couldn't hide how excited she was. Supposedly one of her favorite DJ's was going to be there. It was a big event. Anyone who loved dance and electric music had to go. This was going to be the greatest. Mitch really was a sweetie at times.
Her phone rang, announcing her date had arrived. Kaylee picked up the phone. "I'm on my way!" She hung up. Grabbing her purse and room key, Kaylee hurried to where Mitch was waiting.
Seeing him automatically brought a smile to her face. Wrapping her arms around him she let out a laugh. "Took you long enough!" She informed him. Letting go, Kaylee took his hand in hers. "I"m so excited. This is the greatest early birthday present ever! You're too sweet." Kay kissed his cheek. Her birthday was next week but Mitch had decided to surprise her with this. Really, he was pretty freaking sweet at times. All things considered, Kaylee was pretty lucky. Her life improved since moving out of that hell hole she called him and top it all off she has great friends and Mitch. Sure, the actual school part of college was a bit of a bummer, but other than that thing were ideal.No complaining here!
The two drove off into the city. The drive was filled with chit chat, laughs and of course the music they both loved. Mitch parked the car out in front of the club. Being a gentleman tonight, he opened her car door for her. Kaylee got out and wrapped her arm around his. "Wh--what do we do?" She asked him. The other seemed to have the situation under control. That was a relief. Without any major issues, Kaylee and Mitch were in the club. Success!
The music was loud and infectious. People were dancing like maniacs and the flashing lights danced along with the beat. This was amazing. Kaylee looked around wide eyed. This wasn't happening? Looking out into the sea of people, she saw her icon. A mouse head appeared in the D.J pit. Finally! They made it in time for his set. Kaylee grabbed Mitch's hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. She let out an excited squeal as one of her favorite songs began to play. A bright smile was on her face as she looked to Mitch. "Thank you, thank you, thank you thank you!" She said.
As the night went on, Kaylee noticed something strange. Some people were kind of limping and dragging themselves through the crowd. People that she'd been dancing near had suddenly disappeared as well. Maybe they had to go home early? Still, she had this eerie feeling that something was lurking in the crowd. Groans and screams filled the air. Kaylee's eyes widened. She looked to where Mitch was. "I--Is that normal?" She asked. Kaylee blinked. Wait, Mitch wasn't there. Where the hell was he! So of a! God have mercy on his soul if he was dancing with another girl or worse a boy! She pushed her way through the crowd of people trying to find him. "MITCH!" She yelled into the crowded dance floor. No answer. She growled. How annoying. He was just there a few minutes ago.
Someone bumped into her and hissed. "Oh shove it!" The girl grabbed her arm. "H--Hey, let go you freak. I don't roll like that." Kaylee felt chills go down her spine. Someone was breathing heavily against the back of her neck. She turned around and saw a tall man, his mouth covered in blood, standing behind her. Kaylee, not one for theatrics, let out a horrified scream.Kaylee jerked her arm away from the girl and kicked at the guy. He grabbed her foot and tried to take a bite of her leg. Taking her fist, she punched him hard on the nose. His grip loosened enough for her to shake her leg free. The blue haired girl ran away from the two zombies and further into the crowd. "Mitch? Mitch where the hell are you!"
It felt like she was in one of her nightmares. Zombies chasing after her and what felt like no way out. Sadly, this was the reality she was facing. No gun, no nun chucks, no sword, no flame thrower, no nothing. She kept searching for Mitch. How could he leave her in a situation like this! "Where are you!?" Kaylee could feel her heart slamming against her chest. Her whole body was shaking with fear. Where the hell was Mitch?
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Emery was loving college. It was so much better than stupid high school. The little sandy blonde was lucky. He hadn't been here too long, before bumping into the most adorable guy ever. The others name was Teegan. Being a lost and confused little freshie, Teegan had taken it upon himself to show him around. Soon a friendship sprouted which bloomed into Emery's first college relationship. They'd been an "official couple" for a few months now and Emery was loving every second of it. They'd meet up when classes changed, they'd eat meals together and would hang out after classes. It was like they were inseparable. Sure, the two got some odd looks from other couples and those forever alone losers, but they didn't care.
Today was just a normal day for the boy. He'd gone to classes, even if he wasn't really paying attention, caught up with Teegan between classes, eaten lunch and had been persuaded to skip his last few classes of the day. Teegan and Emery were making their way up to Teegan's dorm, hopefully Elliott wasn't around. Emery felt weird around the other. Elliott wasn't the most sociable guy and he felt like he was judging them. The sandy blonde had a pout on his face. "Boo? Do you think that Eli's there? I - - I really hope he's not." The other male seemed pretty sure his roommate wouldn't be around. The other male mentioned something about Freya. Emery's pout turned into a little smirk. "Oh? Is he finally going to ask her out. It's about damn time!" He laughed.
The two boys made it to the others dorm room. Emery closed the door behind them. He sat on the others bed and bit down on his bottom lip. He couldn't help but get nervous. They were alone and nobody was around to bother them. Teegan was a few years older and his idea of relationships wasn't exactly the same as his, on some levels. Being older he expected more and sometimes Emery just got to bashful or shy. Today wasn't any exception.
Things were going, not too fast since Emery was a bit embarrassed, but something interrupted them. Emery felt a rush of relief as the door opened. However, seeing Elliott and Freya about sent the poor boy into a panic. What where they both doing here? The bashful Emery grabbed his shirt and slipped it back on, along with his favorite jacket. He looked over at Teegan with an, "I thought he wasn't going to be here."look. The other wasn't exactly thrilled to see his room mate either. Elliot started shouting at them. Wonderful. Emery was a bit confused at what the other male was saying. Something was going on outside? Elliot threw the curtains open to reveal chaos on the quad. People were running around, some where lying on the ground bleeding and others looked like they were being eaten. What the hell? This had to be some kind of a early Halloween prank, right? His brown orbs landed on the blue haired male. "H--How did you two get here without getting well - - eaten?" Elliot didn't seem like he was in a mood to explain. He just told the others that he and Freya were getting the hell out of here. Elliot said they were welcome to ride in his car with him. That was awfully nice of him.
Emery was getting up when Elliott let out an angry yell. His eyes went wide seeing a disfigured, blood covered girl trying to enter the room. Elliott assaulted her with a - - dictionary? Maybe there were uses for that book after all. The other seemed angry and practically pounded the girls head into a bloody pulp. How disgusting. While he was engrossed in watching Elliott attack the monster, he reached out for Teegan, only to see the other helping Elliott with the zombie? WHAT! Was he freaking crazy. Emery's eyes met those of Freya. She looked scared, mad and worried. Thankfully Elliott and Teegan were both fine. He watched as Elliott grabbed a baseball bat and a knife. Well damn, he had jack to defend himself with. As they left the room, Emery grabbed the slightly blood dictionary to use to bash some skulls in with. Not the greatest weapon but it was better than nothing.
This just sucked. The college was infected with some freak virus and now they were expected to get out alive? How the hell was that even possible! It appeared as if they were seriously outnumbered. Emery looked back to Teegan, a worried look on his face, as he grabbed the others hand. "D--Don't do anything stupid like that again." He said, referring to helping Eli with the zombie issue. Knowing Teegan, he probably wouldn't listen. Emery sighed. "I just want us to get out of this together. P--promise me we will?" His voice quivered. Emery's eyes showed just how terrified and worried he was.
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Ryu, Min Hyun
The Bizarre but Loveable Artist & Junior
- Name:: Ryu Min Hyun
Age:: 17 Grade:: Junior
Social Status:: Rich Major:: Graphic Design & Cinema
Popularity:: Unfortunately popular
Model:: Park Hyung Seok
- Ryu Min Hyun was born on a blistering hot July afternoon. Min Hyun was the last child born to the Ryu family. Their only little boy. Being the only boy, Minnie was spoiled by his father. The business man used to try to pressure his son into sports and make him a "man's man". Min Hyun found his niche in the arts and music. His mother had always encouraged and nurtured her son to express himself. So, that's what the younger boy did. However, as he grew older, his artistic expression grew from little doodles to elaborate murals and even dying his own hair. His father didn't like this free spirit path his only son had taken. He kept pressuring Min Hyun to conform and be like his older sisters, both of who were following career paths that he suggested for them. His eldest sister, the doctor, and his older sister, the lawyer. Mr. Ryu would bring Min Hyun to the office and try to make him see how great it would be to take over the company. That didn't appeal to him one bit. Being controlled by others and following other peoples rules until the time he could take over didn't exactly sit well with him.
To this day, Mr. Ryu still drags Min Hyun in, but now Minnie has found something in the "family business" he'd like to do, create the music videos for his father's "stars". Bunch of talentless brats who wear too much make up and can't sing their way out of a paper sack. Or so he thinks.
Min Hyun is hoping one day to change the direction of the "business". Until then, he just finds himself in a bit of disgust at how willing people are to sell their souls for money and fame.
Despite his judgmental ways, deep down Min Hyun has a bit of kindness. He only opens up to people who aren't sucking up to him to get signed for a record label. His very analytical, observant, but is able to express him self with art better than with words. Min Hyun is also brushing up on several languages, seeing as it might be beneficial to him later down the road.
- A LITTLE EXTRA
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS DO?:Father is one of those big wig CEO's. You'd want to kiss up to him if you're major is in music. He runs a well known record label. Mother was a stay at home mother until I was old enough to go into school. Now she's resumed working at the legal firm she was employed at.
SECRETLY:Graphic design & Cinema. Being able to work on editing music videos, create video games and heck even direct a video!
PERSONALITY: Sarcastic ★ Unpredictable ★ Cunning ★ Loyal
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"You're too young to be a killer." "Aw look at that pretty little face!" Pale hands clinched into fists as memories came pouring into his mind like a flood. "Ivan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" "A killer." The look of disgust on his second grade teachers face was forever burned into his memory. That day lead to many long days of talking, tests and pill bottles. Still, if asked what he wanted to be as a "grown up" the answer was always the same. A killer. In his twenty one years that statement had been the one thing he had been sure of in his entire life. He wanted to know what it felt like to take another persons life with his own hands. People thought he was sick. That it was a mean joke but it was the truth.
Ivan Von Ulsterburg, was born into a prominate household and left to his own devices growing up. The nannies, butlers and maids were his playmates but they were far too old and to dimwitted to keep up with his racing mind. When he was in third grade he was already doing middle school level math. In high school, he was doing college and more advanced level maths. Nothing, no matter how challenging, could ever keep his mind stimulated long enough. That was until the day his life changed.
One of the nannies answered the door for a police officer. The man wore a grim expression on his plump face. The woman started to tremble as tears fell down her face. Little Ivan walked up to her and tugged at her dress. She couldn't even look at him. The officer knelt down and put a large hand on his tiny shoulders. "Son, your mother and father died in a car wreck." He then patted Ivan's shoulder. The nanny didn't know what to do or say. The officer said that someone from child services would be by in a day to take Ivan to some place safe. Some place safe. Was there such a place?
A month after the "accident", Ivan found himself shipped off to America and stuck in a small house with his mother's sister. God bless her soul, she was as good as gold, but her husband was a different story all together. That man. That man was the fuel behind why Ivan's wish to become a killer became a reality.
After well, killing his dear uncle in "self defense", Ivan was sent off to a mental institution where he was kept under lock and key. Great way to fly through some of your childhood and into your teens. He wasn't released until he was a whopping eighteen years of age. So much had changed in the world since he'd last been on the other side. Crimes were on the rise, homicides, suicides, rapes, and petty theft. The world it felt like was fall apart at the seams. Nobody would care if another killer made his debut. With all the chaos going on, who would have the time to bother to check up on him? Maybe his counselor but she'd be dead soon.I
Ivan was at the top of his game now. He felt untouchable. Now, he was growing bored after months of keeping a low profile. So, why not have a little fun?
Ivan was patrolling one of the local high schools, when his eyes landed on a lone straggler. Poor little kid. If only he knew who's attention he'd just attracted. A sick smirk spread across his face as started to tail the other.
It wall happened with such ease and grace, on his part at least. The foolish fool was seemingly oblivious to anything around him. They were at a traffic light. The boy had stopped walking to wait on the sign to allow him to go. Ivan had stepped quietly out of his car and left the doors open. He put a black bag over the male head and picked him off his feet. Of course there was thrashing and writhing but it came with the territory. Ivan was pretty strong for someone his size. He just tossed the other into the car and slammed the doors shut.
Once at the hide out, a little shack in the middle of no where, Ivan put his prize in a chair and tied him up. No way this person was getting out alive.
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"Kaylee, I'm right here. I'm right here!" Her eyes darted up to a familiar face. Thank God! A sigh of relief escaped her lips. At least Mitch hadn't become an after dinner snack. She tightly wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. This was like one of her nightmares but it was real. It was too real. Kaylee found herself trembling as Mitch kissed her forehead. Normally she was never nervous or scared about anything. She prided herself on the fact that sometimes Mitch would almost jump into her lap at a scary movie instead of the other way around. However, in such a situation, even someone who claims to be fearless might show signs of having the s**t scared out of them. After all, they're only human, right now.
"We've got to get out of here, obviously... Out; we've got to get out and back to the car. Hurry!" Strong hands found there way around her petite ones. Mitch was blazing a trail through the hoard of the undead. Hands reached out to try and claw at them but Mitch had an uncanny ability to doge them. It was remarkable. Who would've guess that her boyfriend could function so well in a situation like this. Kaylee knew he was athletic, just one look at his body could verify that, but dodge a sea of rampaging flesh devouring monsters, was quite an impressive feat. She found herself running as fast as she could behind him, her grip never letting up. Mitch would be lucky to feel his hand with the death grip she had on it.
The blue hair girl found herself practically being thrown into the car. Not nearly as graceful as earlier. She wanted to complain about being treated like a sack of potatoes, but given the situation at hand, nagging her boyfriend wasn't a good option right now. If they survived, she could yell at him for whatever happened during this horrific nightmare, later, much later.
Mitch put his foot to the floor and the car lurched forward. Kaylee found herself gripping on the handle bar above her seat. The "Oh s**t bar", as she often called it. Her knuckles were turning white from holding on so tightly. Her eyes were busy absorbing the carnage and chaos going on outside. It was incredible in a terrifying way. She watched the pass grocery stores, gas stations and drug stores. A gut feeling hit the girl as she watched one more drug story whiz past. They needed supplies. With her free hand, Kaylee grabbed Mitch's arm. "Stop the car." She said. Mitch shook his head. If he could look at her, she had a feeling he'd be giving her the crazy stare. She took a deep breath and let it out. "M--Mitch, I said stop the damn car." Her voice was soft yet firm. If she knew anything from her "research" about zombies, it was this, if you run out of supplies you're screwed.
Mitch finally stopped the car. Kaylee could feel her stomach knotting up. Were they actually going to get out in this once again? Would they be able to get out of the store and to the car in time? What if the zombies attacked the car while they were gone? Someone had to stay and protect their transportation. It's not like she was a pro at hot wiring cars. Kaylee looked over to Mitch. "I--I'll go in and get some first aid kits and whatever else we could need. Y--You should stay with the car. What if they trashed it while we're both inside. I--It doesn't take two people to get a first a--aid kit." She found herself stuttering as she spoke. It sucked being brave at times. Kaylee leaned over and gave him a quick hug. "Things get crazy, just run. Try to find something to defend yourself with. J--just be safe." Kaylee knew that Mitch would want to argue with her about going in the store alone, but it was too late, she was getting out of the protection of the car.
She noticed a few people near by crying and screaming for help but Kaylee couldn't bring herself to help. What if it was a trick? What if someone wanted to use her as bait and then haul a**? Not gonna happen. She hurried into the store, careful to check her surroundings before walking in the open. The store was eerily silent. They'd already been here. She took a deep breath and bolted into one of the empty, or so she thought, aisles. Her eyes grew wide when she saw a woman just standing there, mouth agape, and eyes vacant. Oh s**t. Kaylee's heart beat started to climb. What was she going to do? She had nothing to fight with. The blue haired girl quietly tip toed past the woman, holding her breath as she did so. Unfortunately, that didn't work out as well as she hoped. The woman turned her head and was now looking at Kaylee. A groan escaped her lips. Panic time? No. She had to stay calm. Look around for something to fight with. Boxes? She could try pelting the woman with giant boxes of medicine and useless crap they sold in drug stores, but that just didn't seem affective. Make a barricade? Not enough time. The woman was starting to advance towards her. Kaylee reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys. Keys! She put them between her knuckles and grabbed the zombie by her shoulder, the other arm was missing, how fortunate. Kaylee winced as the thing tried to lunge at her with her face. So nasty. Her breath smelled like sewage. The girl reached back and jabbed her keys into the woman's eyes. A chill ran down her spine. She'd never had to do this to any one before! It was so barbaric, but this would be the most time way Kaylee would eliminate a zombie, by far.
The thing just wouldn't die. Kaylee had to keep digging the keys further and further back. Blood was getting on her hand now. She always had a slight fear of losing her own blood or having hers and another''s mix. This was just not her day. First the concert get wrecked and now this.
Finally, the woman stopped writhing and fell limp, on Kaylee of course. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a chill ran down her spine. "Sick sick sick , get off." She shoved the body off of her and watched it hit the ground. Kaylee put her boot on the woman's face and stomped it, just her way of saying, thanks for getting my outfit cover in blood. Sick.
Kaylee grabbed bandages, gauze, ibuprofen, small scissors, things for stitching flesh wounds, and many many more things. She found a large recyclable bag and crammed her goodies in there for safe keeping.
The streets were piling up with bodies, dead and more dead. Kaylee looked around for any sign of Mitch. The car was right where she'd left it. Mitch on the other hand? She couldn't exactly pick him out of the bustling crowd of lively people. Fantastic. This night was just going from bad to worse to just hellish. A annoyed sigh escaped her lips. If only she had a led pipe to take out her frustration with.