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"Get off me!" Hands worked on shoving off the larger assailant, but all his efforts seemed futile as the other made to grip the slender throat. Oh ******** no, he didn't think he was gonna strangle him, did he? Anger and fear burned brightly in the pinned individual who changed his tactic, hands moving to the other's face as thumbs angled themselves to lodge into the man's ocular cavities, only to find the tissue saved as the man pulled back, releasing the other in the process. With a window of opportunity, a hand grasped at the lost knife of the man atop him, swiftly burying it into the pterion and shoved the other off.

It seemed like an eternity ago when this whole hot mess of an apocalypse started, before then, everyone was going about their daily lives worrying about mundane things like getting to work on time, the number of calories they ate, or how to impress that girl sitting across from them on the bus. Just stupid small things that didn't even matter now, but he had to admit he missed those days, wished that all he had to worry about was whether or not his insurance was going to cover him if he blundered up his stunt and wounded himself. As of now, he had to worry about if he was going to get back to the Hub alive. So far, it hadn't going so well, but things were starting to look up. Sort of.

"Rickie!" A masculine voice called out, the smaller floored figure tilting his head back to spot a yet another man in the main shop isle, eyes quick to widen before Jace kipped up and started for the front of the shop, hoping to get out before anyone else came parading into this little situation. Unfortunately, he also made the mistake of undermining the new face, the man much quicker than himself and beat him to the door. s**t. Out the window it was then, the male taking a quick breath before bringing the left side of his of his body towards the front as he jumped and brought himself smashing through the glass. Shard and asphalt were quick to greet him, but he didn't let himself lay on the ground long enough, quickly pushing onto his hands and knees, stumbling up onto his feet and into a dead sprint.

A startled shout sounding behind him, but there wasn't time to look back, moving to take shelter by one of the hundreds of cars left in the parking lot. Certain of the other was headed straight for him, Jace unstrapped his Jess-x from his thigh, quickly jumped back out just in time to slip his blade into his pursuer's body, forcing the blade upward into the penetrated cavity. Red hues watched as the other's face slacked and the shift in the pupil to expand signaled the male had done his job, letting the body collapse before pulling his knife out and glancing back to the shop he had just come from. Tch. All this because he was looking for gifts for a baby shower. One he wasn't even invited to, which actually was fine with him, but at least they could've asked, you know?

Bringing a hand to his shoulder, he rubbed the bony knob as his attention turned back to the man at his feet. Before he could go back to his shopping, he still had to deal with the corpse before it got all bajigetty and tried munching on people. A heavy sigh escaped him before he moved to take care of the issue, slipping his knife right below the back of the skull to sever the brain stem. Alrighty, that was done with. Now back to shopping for some stupid baby that wasn't even born yet. Fun. If he was lucky, he might find something to make this trip worth while.

It would be about an hour or so before Jace found himself back at Six Flags, or better known as the Hub these days. It was surprising to find a functioning community like this, but having their settlement closer to the farmlands was actually pretty nice. Sure, it took time to travel to scavenging spots, but it was better to be away from the danger than so close to it. Plus, the closest thing was about half an hour to an hour up the road if you were walking and all it was were a couple fast food joints and the Jackson Premium Outlets, which having so many clothing shops so close was pretty nice. More so if pretty much everything you owned was cover in zombie gore. Of course, Jace himself kept his grubby things, but that was because he was out and about every chance he had rather than keeping cooped up. Probably drove Lain crazy that he was always running off, but he never came back empty handed, though. Speaking of which, it would probably be best if he found the woman after last night's troubles. Knowing her, she likely hadn't slept a wink and Jace believed he had just the fix for that. Maybe.

Hauling his overstuffed bag about, the young man was just about to call it quits when he spotted the familiar hue belonging to the very person he was searching for. "Lain!" He cried out, though as usual, the sound was muffled behind his mask. Oops. He quickened his step and soon caught up to the muddied woman, an amused huff escaped the man as he looked her over. Girl could definitely use a good power nap. "I brought you back a little gift." The man slung his back off his back and dug inside it for a moment, only then to reveal a large container of Folgers instant coffee. "I wasn't sure if you liked coffee or not, but after last night, I figured you could use a little pick me up." Worse came to worse, if she didn't like it, he'd hand it over to the folks who ran the food court to make up for all the farmers and volunteers who helped with the crops last night. Not a big deal either way.


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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Jackson Premium Outlets > The Hub: (???)
▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Jump - Boulevard
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Two assholes > Lain
▌ ｏｏｃ : So sorry for making you wait. I promise to keep better timing with my posts.

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❛ Crane ⋮ Tibetan Mastiff
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♡ Pet of Boy Five



█ ▹ AGE ⋮ Twenty-eight in human years, Three in dog years.
█ ▹ HEIGHT ⋮ Seven foot Three inches
█ ▹ BODY TYPE ⋮ Crane's body is a pleasant balance of Mesomorphic and Endomorphic body types while possessing well-tone muscle mass equaling a body weight of 315 lbs, making this steely eyed man even more intimidating to be in the same room with.
█ ▹ EXTRA ⋮ Crane possesses small, faded scars from his early years at the mill. No one ever really noticed due to the long shaggy fur. As a man, they're more visible, but not noteworthy. As Tibetan Mastiff, Crane measures to be around 36.5" and weighs in about 173 lbs. If he ever lays on you and it's too much, simply saying "heavy" will cause the dog to adjust to avoid causing harm.


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█ ▹ LIKES ⋮ • Food. Lots of it. • His human. • Cuddling. Refusing is futile. • Cold weather. • Being outside. Particularly to hunt. • Being brushed by Dmitri.
█ ▹ DISLIKES ⋮ • Being hungry. • When someone tries to be the alpha. • Strange people. Gotta keep his boy safe. • Yelling or Rough-housing. Makes him really aggressive and feel that either him or his boy are being threatened. • Being left alone outside at night. He'll bark all night until he's allowed inside. Just watch. • Never being able to catch the magic red dot.
█ ▹ FEARS ⋮ • His boy coming to harm. • Kennels or any places where he's forced to be caged. Reminds him of the puppy mill.
█ ▹ PERSONALITY ⋮ Most mastiff's prove difficult for novice dog owners, but unlike many, Crane never proved to be much of a challenge, except when he's left outside at night. Normally quiet and independent, one doesn't need to spend too much time entertaining him other than enduring the abuse of his cuddling, which is mostly him pushing people over and laying on top of them, and being a heavy a** dog does not always make for the most comfortable position to be in. That and feeding the insatiable glutton who occasionally demands his share if one hasn't split their food with him in awhile. He'll always try to take your hand off if you touch his food as well, unless you're offering him something better.
Considering his kind are bred for protection of humans or livestock, Crane is very territorial and let's others know when they're getting too close with a soft warning growl before he starts becoming more aggressive and starts using his size to push people around. Very rarely does he actually attack anyone, though he has only done it once, poor Dmitri being his victim. Since then, he hasn't bitten anyone, other than playfully nipping. Being an intelligent breed helps him keep himself in check, never wanting to purposely hurt anyone.
█ ▹ BIOGRAPHY ⋮
• Born on a puppy mill, where he spent a year being raised for breeding.
• After fathering several litters, operations where shut down and the dogs were rescued.
• Met Dmitri in the rescue process and bite his arm before wrestling him to the ground, only then to be subdued and taken to the shelter.
• Lived at the shelter for a month or so, in that time he befriends Dmitri, who in turn shows the dog who's the real alpha of the two. Crane respects the human more for it and develops a strong bond before being adopted.
• Enjoys life at home with an ever busy Dmitri, always eager to spend time with his human when he can.
• Meets Jay and King, things start off rocky, but deeming them safe, he does his best to befriend them both.*
• [Reserved for additional plot/story]
█ ▹ THEME ⋮ By Your Side - Lifehouse
█ ▹ OTHER ⋮ Crane often hunts small animals, usually eating them, though his human doesn't always approve. His particular favorites are moles and sparrows, but he'll also just eat about anything he an get in his mouth. As for his drinking habits, Crane usually sticks to his water bowl or if the household has a single lever faucet, he'll prefer to drink from the sink instead, which he knows how to operate on his own. He can also open doors depending on the handle style, but usually doesn't because if the door is closed to begin with, it means he's not wanted in that space.

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It was a strange life to live, that of a dog. One day you're calmly waiting at home for your human, filling the agonizing hours with sleep and the small toys filled with kibble treats and the next you attend a party where you wake up in the early hours of morning and everything has gone horribly, terribly wrong. No, the house wasn't burnt down. No, no one was robbed or murdered. No, Miss Callaghan's moronic retriever was not barking for three hours straight in attempt to get Crane to play with him. It was far worse. He lost his wubba. Oh, yeah, and he wasn't a dog anymore, but that wasn't as important. That wubba was the first real toy Dmitri had gifted unto him after his adoption and the fact that it remained intact after all this time went to show how much it meant to him and how much he loved his boy. To have lost it now had the dog worried that his human would be disappointed in him. He couldn't have that.

It had been the early hours of morning since the creature started looking for it, but what would have been an easily accomplished task of seeking had turned into a struggle given his strange new form. Humans clearly weren't made to be on all fours, but to master the art of standing on one's hind legs was not easily done, particularly someone of his size. In fact, now that he thought about it, he was quite a bit larger than the others. That must've meant he was now the alpha of the human pack. Did that mean he now had to establish his dominance among them? He had seen his human do so with others several times, particularly the dark haired boy they called Sebastian. It was fairly similar to the way his kind behaved, so it would be easy enough a task to perform. Of course, the dog quickly realized he was getting off track. Wubba first, then worry about human dominance later.

It took several hours and the discovery of how his new paws worked before he found what he sought. Apparently, his poor wubba had been trapped in the strange contraption his human had called a 'suitcase' filled with 'clothes' and the other goods his human had brought, like the container filled with his favorite doggy treats. Despite knowing better, Crane thought it best to try and reward himself for finding his precious toy. Unfortunately, getting said treats out of the container was not easy, more so considering he had yet to learn about twist caps, but even then, such a plastic foe such as this would not keep the dog out as he applied his weight to the clear body, the force ultimately popped the container lid off and out spilled the crunchy goodness. Or at least it was when he was a dog. Now, it just tasted bland. Ah, now he understood why his human never wanted the kibble he tried to share with him.

Both disappointed and unable to get the miserable taste out of his mouth, the beast took up his wubba in his maw and made his way downstairs. The faucets in the bathroom weren't the kind he could easily flick on and off like the one at home, but he knew almost every kitchen had one. Hmm. Maybe his boy would be up as well. The thought excited him, more so as to show the boy he could get his wubba all by himself now. Of course, that would have to wait as he made it to the ground floor and crawled his way into the kitchen where the sink was just out of reach whilst he was on all fours. Seems he would have to pull himself up on his hind legs. Easier done when he was a dog, not so much anymore.

Large hands carefully gripped at the counter's edge as the beast brought himself up onto his back paws, now finding himself looming over the sink. Either too tall or too short. Grrr. Letting the wubba fall from his mouth and onto the counter, the mutt moved to use his now shortened snout to flick the faucet handle up. Yes! He could still accomplish this simple task. Shame he didn't have his tail anymore, otherwise he might have wagged it as he moved to lap up the stream of cool water, however, he wasn't able to get much before hearing the voice of his beloved boy calling to him. The dog let out a deep bark to let his boy know where he awaited him, only to return to trying to get a long awaited drink. Sadly, human tongues weren't as effective as a canine's, leaving him to whine momentarily with discontent before attempting a new tactic of trying to get the stream into his mouth, but only partially succeeded as some diverted into his mouth and the rest into the dark locks that framed his face. Oh boy, this human thing was rough.





▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Nude
▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ: Human - Desires
▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Kitchen
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : No one notable for the moment.

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▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : X
▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ: Fiery - Saturn
▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : N//A
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : No one

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"Alright, we're doing this. It's just a bagel with cream cheese." Teal hues stared long and hard at the baked good, knowing full well that there was a possibility that he would be unable to consume it in its entirety. It wasn't not easy upping his calorie intake from three hundred to eight hundred fifty, but he had to start somewhere. If he could get through this morning's meal, he would be half way there. Babysteps. It was the first part to recovering from his disease and being healthy again. To be honest, he couldn't remember when this all started. Probably somewhere in his first couple years of med school, if he had to guess. Prior to that, he'd been fairly healthy, maybe drop a few pounds to tone up, but nothing absurd. Of course, there may have been an event or two he was forgetting, but given his life style for the last couple decades, his memory had decayed quite a bit. Big shock there.

"Aaannddd now." He uttered unto himself, still unable to bring himself to even taste his meal. Silently he was cursing himself for not just being the grown man that he was, but this was far from easy. Sure, covering the mirrors was a big help, but there were still other factors at play. He didn't feel hungry and hadn't in a long, long time. Mix that with the cruel voices in his head that constantly mocked him and sent him into panicked states over what others might think of him, and you had quite the obstacle to overcome. No one quite understood how serious this was for him. People just assumed that dumb teenage girls did this to be skinny and beautiful like their favorite idols, but it was so much more. No one wanted to live like this, so many wishing they could just stop it and be free, but it was a prison inside your own head that you could never escape. It left one feeling helpless and alone. How many people had he kept at arms reach just to avoid them finding out the truth? To keep them from feeling how his bones protruded, how his skin felt rough and the hair sparse? Might as well just slap a sign on himself saying he had the plague. Nevertheless, he planned on combating this, no matter how long it took.

Growing more frustrated, the young doctor decided he was just going to go for it. Forcefully shoving the rounded grain good into his mouth, the male shut his eyes tightly, clasping a hand over the somewhat closed mouth and chewed, chewed, chewed. Almost there! He thought excitedly, ignoring the voices in his head screeching at him about how disgusting he was and how it would just go straight to his gut. I don't care! I'm going to be happy and you'll never stop me! He retorted in his own mind, soon swallowing what he could before going to work on the rest. Once his mouth was cleared, he took a deep breath and eyeballed the other half. Oh boy, this was going to be harder than he thought. More so now that his stomach gurgled angrily due to unexpected company. Despite the fact that it had been probably the best thing he had consumed in a long time, the male he to resign to his defeat. There was no way he'd be able to choke the other half down, not without making himself sick.

"Battle half won, but a victory nevertheless!" He proceeded to give himself a small applaud, knowing positive reinforcement would aid his journey to recovery. Ah, but that would mean he either had to consume more at dinner or try to eat lunch. Hmm. Maybe he could get away with snacking instead? The latter would probably be the best option, but unfortunately his dairy covered friend wouldn't make it long throughout the day. Oh well, he'd save it for later. First thing first! The tupperware! In all honesty, it was nice to actually have a use for his dishes again. Poor things had long since gathered dust and hardly saw the light of day, but he was doing his best to change that. More so with that culinary fiend just a couple doors down. Everything he made smelled delicious and some days the scent just filled the halls. How he hated him for such delicious wonders that he could not eat. Not yet, at least. But soon . . . Very soon.

Tucking away the morning leftovers, the male moved from the kitchen to the bedroom where he swapped his pajamas for his day wear which consisted of the usual oversized sweater, this one in particular was a slate grey turtle neck that looked more like a dress than a top and the sleeves seemingly devouring his limbs, but it was very much warm. The thing they don't tell you about anorexia was how insanely cold you were all the time. Sure, you look it up and see 'cold' listed under the symptoms, but holy bujeebus was it freezing all the time. Just like when his friends stripped him naked and threw him out in the snow when he was twelve. He'd yet to make Bobby and Alden pay for that. Bastards. Quickly pushing the thought away, he finished up with a pair of loose black slack and of course his favorite white slip-ons. If anything, he looked like a child who stole his father's clothing in a game of dress up. Oh well. He'd just claim it was fashion and no one would think twice about it. I mean, have you seen some of the things that came down those runways? Oof.

Ah, but not to be forgotten was that fact it was indeed move in day for the students. There would be a good number of new individuals to meet and many more returning faces. He couldn't wait to acquaint himself with all and finally be able to help people as he always wished to do. It had taken him so long to get here, constantly being rejected from one hospital after the next despite all of his years in his practice. Of course, that's what happens when you keep knocking over the surgical tray mere seconds before you're suppose to be opening a patient, or stumbling over gurneys where patients laid in pain, or that one time he accidentally pulled a man's catheter out. Yeah . . . That . . That was a very unpleasant day indeed. Maybe the hospitals had a valid point. Oops.

Shaking away the embarrassment, the doc left his residence and stepped out into the hall where he was greeted by an assortment of traveling beings. All moving to and fro, but Stuart found himself frozen up in a moment of uncertainty. He was in an enclosed space with other people, there was no doubt one of them might bump into him. Maybe he would hang out in the courtyard or anywhere that he could have room to run away in case things got too intense. Well, not that they really would considering who would want to hang out with the school nurse? Ah, didn't matter anyways. All that really mattered was that he got out of here.

Slowly, but surely, he managed to squeak his way out of the dormitory and out into the courtyard where he breathed a sigh of relief. There seemed to be some students here, but he didn't mind them in the least as he soon moved to sit himself upon the stone wall of the the raised garden bed. The bit of sun that was present had the male feeling like a reptile as he closed his eyes and soaked up the warmth. Ah, what a wonderful day.



▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Absurdly large grey turtleneck, loose black slacks, and white slip-ons
▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ: Eat - Better
▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Dorm > Hall > Courtyard
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Alone > Students everywhere