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Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:20 pm


--News--
We're on hold until Ty gets back. When that happens, we'll do some gratuitous zombie killin'! Also...a refresher is in the works in mah new guild! All are invited! There's no entry fee or anything.

--Here's the back-story--
The world's governments have all destroyed each other. Eschewing nuclear weapons, military powers put biological and chemical agents into use for World War III. Much of the globe has become a barren wasteland, not from fallout, but from neglect, as much of the population was obliterated, leaving Earth unattended. The humans that were not killed by the Final Plague had become something...else. Circulation and reproduction became superfluous for these new life forms. Only a rudimentary nervous and motor system still functioned. That, and the most basic of human instincts was still intact--to feed. Yes, the world had become overrun by zombies. Necrotic, stinking undead. No one was ever found immune to the disease, but it could only be passed by bodily fluids. A band of survivors once joined together, and commandeered an abandoned freight train, in hopes of using it to gather more Living and find the Promised Land, a part of the world untouched by the Final Plague. After months of hardship, they succeeded, and paved the way for the Living to retake the Earth. The survivors of the Final Plague have salvaged the facilities around CFB Montreal, in Quebec.

--Other Info--
This be the sequel to Black Tracks. As fate would have it, the train gimmick was getting a little old, and things were happening too fast, and people were getting lost. Don't get me wrong, I think the original, for what it was, turned out great! But I think it's high time for a fresh start. Just as before, we'll all just take it and shape it as it comes to us...help each other tell a great story! If you're interested, just PM a profile skele, a-like dis one:

Username: (Obvious)

Character name: (Also Obvious)

Weapon of choice: (Pick a close range weapon, and a gun, if you like. This part's not really important, I just thought it would be fun to include tidbits like this.)

Survival Story: (Explanation regarding how your char has survived so far. Tell how they got to the Promised Land. Look below for a bit more info. mrgreen Get creative, make it as long as you like, just keep it coherent.)

City: (where your char was, right before the fit hit the shan.)

Appearance: (brief description of your char. You can include physique, clothing, and mannerisms. And whatever other details you wanna throw in!)

Anything else: (write whatever you feel like right here)

NOTE TO RETURNING PLAYERS: You don't have to be the same characters as last time, but you can if you want to.
--Da Rules--Here's a brief description of the typical Black Tracks/ Promised Land Zombie:

-Actually not reanimated corpses, just humans with rotted outer cortexes, leaving only base instincts and urges intact (eat, fight, run)
-A virus is the root cause of the disease. It causes the destruction of certain bodily parts functions. It is spread only by blood.
-They are the product of the Human Vampiric Virus and the Malice Virus. Vampires existed first, in their own society. Human biological weaponry subverted the original strain of the virus to create the first zombies.
-The zombies cannot feel pain, and are able to sustain very heavy damage to their bodies, due to most human body parts being unnecessary.
-Headshots, as always, are the easiest way to guarantee a kill.
-The zombies do possess a rudimentary functioning digestive system, and can starve. But the body of a ghoul can stave off hunger much better than a human.
-For reasons unknown, the zombies crave human flesh in particular.
-Dead zombies also take longer to decompose than an uninfected human corpse, because the Final Plague virus repels most bacteria, slowing bodily breakdown.
-They retain all of their human senses, in a heightened form, so long as the corresponding organs are still intact.
-They feel no emotion at all.

Additionally, vampires are also acceptable characters. Here's a bit about them:

-They are infected with the original strain of the Final Plague's ancestor, known as the Human Vampiric Virus.
-They crave human flesh and blood, but there is nothing supernatural about them.
-They retain most of their humanity, and still can become zombies if they make fluid contact.
-Physically, they are easier to kill than the ghouls, but since they remain mostly human, they are able to evade humans, rather than stumble blindly into gunfire.
-The vampiric version of the virus can only be transferred by blood contact. Humans can't be infected by a bite alone.
-Humans and Vampires have been proven to be compatible as parents.

There are also non-zombie enemies. These are called Malice soldiers:

-There are a few enhanced human soldiers with zombie-like symptoms, but brain function that is actually heightened, rather than diminished. These creatures develop the ability to psychically influence nearby zombies, who lack outer cortices and free will. They were engineered to fight in WW3, and are known as Strategists.
-Other soldiers were engineered to exhibit uncontrollable bone growth, causing claws and spikes to grow out. These are called Strykers, in honor of the Black Tracks character of the same name.
-Still others were created with enhanced muscular growth. Their bodies can swell to gargantuan proportions. These creatures are known as Brutes
-The mixing of any of the above viral conditions will yield unpredictable results. The products of such combinations are rare, but extremely dangerous.
-Malice soldiers can pass along their respective viruses the same way zombies do.

Okay, now here's the rest of the rules:

1. God-Moding (controlling other players characters) is permitted, but don't go nuts. Only do it if it's ABSOLUTELY necessary to make your post make sense.
2. There are no superheroes or giant robots or ninjas, etc. The characters are either normal human survivors, vampires, or Malice soldiers. Zombies are not playable.
3. No autohitting, please! Give the other players a chance to fight back!
4. Please to keep profanity to a minimum.
5. Pay attention to what other players post. If it doesn't make sense, don't say it!
6. Romance is allowed, but let's not act like depraved perverts about it.
7. Plot twists and surprises are more than welcome, but be consistent with everyone else's posts.
8. Be reasonable and have fun with it!

Also, if there are any artists out there reading this, then some illustrations would be totally awesome. I've made one or two myself, but I ain't so great.
PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:21 pm


--Characters--

Username: Silas Parrish

Character name: Tyler Heaton

Weapon of choice: M249 SAW (squad automatic weapon) for the crowded fights, and a ten-pound spike hammer for the occasional close encounter. Sometimes uses a S&W .500 Magnum.

Survival story: First sealed off a boxcar found on the tracks, while fleeing the Undead. Ventured out for a few hours at a time, every day, over the course of a few months, and managed to keep the car stocked with bare essentials until more survivors could be found. After a band had been gathered, he drive a borrowed freight train across the country, and found the Promised Land.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Tall, with a muscular build. Living on his own has strengthened him. Mostly wears plain work clothes due to their durability. Sports a scar his face from a slash due to a panicked, freshly infected person. Has thick brown hair, pale blue eyes, and is sometimes seen with a cigar in his mouth.

Anything else: Has a thick Southern accent that he suppresses when around his friends, though it comes out on its own when he is irritated. Fathered a dhampyre child (human/vampire hybrid) through Eleanor Cromwell. Once had another child, Sarah, who was killed during the spread of the Plague. Holds human life in the highest regard, but sees the ghouls as beings beneath animals.

Status: Alive--Vampire

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Username: Dragon_Siren_Hamako

Character name: Eleanor "Ellie" Cromwell

Weapon of choice: She uses whatever is available, like her sharp claws. But when the zombies took over, Eleanor's sire (the one who turned her) gave her a derringer; nothing wood related. She also managed to obtain a dagger along her travels, along with a katana. Now carries an M1911A1 given by Tyler. Also gained a naginata during her travels to the Promised Land.

Survival Story: Eleanor Wolf's parents succumbed to a psychotic vampanese when she was only four years old. She was to be next when a vampire fought and scared him away. The vampire's name was Abigail Cromwell and when she saw the frightened little girl, she figured that she couldn't leave her there. She turned her into a vampire and adopted her, making her Eleanor Cromwell. The two vampires lived somewhat peacefully until the infected took over. Zombie bites make them heal slower and bleed more than normal. Abigail took a lot of bites from the walking corpses while protecting her adoptive daughter and managed to kill the infected hoard, but at a price. As she bled to death, she gave the girl her gun for protection. Ever since, Eleanor has been wandering, trying to find any sources of life... And a possible meal. Now at the Promised Land, she's married Tyler and is the proud mother of a strong, healthy five year old dhampyre.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Eleanor Cromwell

Status: Alive--Vampire

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Username: Dragon_Siren_Hamako

Character name: Aivi Tran Cromwell-Heaton (There, we'll just give her both names. 3nodding )

Weapon of choice: Since she's too young to be wielding any guns, she uses her sharp claws to fight instead. Her father enjoys letting her practice shooting the SAW, albeit against her mother's wishes.

Survival Story: Was conceived shortly before reaching the Promise Land. Born six months later (the average time a vampire hybrid is born). Not much else to say. sweatdrop

City: Born in Canada

Appearance: Aivi Tran has her father's blue eyes and her mother's silver hair. She gained a bit of a Canadian accent since she was born in Canada. She also frequently uses her father's favorite southernisms, such as "busier than a one-legged man at an a**-kickin' contest." 'Tran', according to her father, was her late half-sister's middle name as well. Eleanor gave her that name to honor the step child she'd never meet.

Anything else: She likes to draw on herself when she has the proper writing tools and is bored enough. (I added a little bit to Aivi's profile. Hope you don't mind. biggrin )

Status: Alive--Dhampyre

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Username: Emporer NeoWing

Character name: James Lucas

Weapon of choice: .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle obtained from a military base in Atlanta Ga., Although the scope has been damaged in the years since first meeting Tyler, it is usable although long shots are extremely difficult. A Glock 17 with full auto capability and extended magazine to hold 30 rounds. For the close combat situations, he favors a ninjato, a short sword with one sharp edge, it has been thinned down due to repeated sharpening.

Survival Story: He survived by boarding up his house when it all began, not knowing how he would survive. He eventually had to venture out for food, and that is when he ran across other survivors traveling by train. He has stayed with them, and even though he doesn't approve of humans and vampires having children, he still accepts Tyler's child, and helps out however he can.

City: Atlanta Ga.

Appearance: He is about 6 feet tall, with short, brown hair. Prefers wearing blue jeans with a dark t-shirt, and has a green jacket that is useful for carrying ammunition in. He is quiet around new people, but once he gets to know them he opens up, and isn't afraid to talk. His clothes have become tattered with age, though he still has the green jacket.

Anything else: Wishes that Gundams existed so he could destroy zombies in mass quantities

Status: Alive

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Username: Le_Heros

Character name: Ryan Croker

Weapon of Choice: Giant wrench, old Colt 1911, or fists.

Survival Story: Just a simple mechanic from Colombia, South Carolina, John was lucky to be in one of the less populated areas when the Plague spread. As soon as everything went bad, he packed what he needed and moved North to more remote city, Edgefield. Here he met the survivors of Black Tracks, and rode with them to the Promised Land.

City: Edgefield

Appearance: Ryan's long golden hair was usually in braids or tucked under a hat, depending on what he was up to. His usual attire was an old black jacket, dirty cargo pants, and a pair of dusty old boots. Usually atop his hat were a pair off old welding goggles that doubled as decent eye protection from snow, blood, and any bright flashes from the bombs that constantly fell.

Anything else: Oh, can't forget about his legendary 15 inch dic-....TIONARY. YEAH! A big old dictionary to teach English to any foreign survivors? Yeah, you can cut this part out Ty, I was just being dumb. Hope you proof read this, EL OH EL. ((Nope. I'm keeping it here. xd ))

Status: Alive

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Username: Ty Gwynnia

Character name: Nicole M.

Weapon of choice: A double barreled shotgun and a polished cedar walking stick that's used as a club.

Survival Story: Improved version (lol): Nicole came home from school one day to find her house empty. She found her mother in the car, having been freshly bitten and turning. Not wanting to just leave her there, she went and got the household's shotgun, aiming it at her mother and reluctantly pulling the trigger. Most of the shot missed though, blowing off half of her face off. Nicole, unable to finish the gruesome deed, left her home, listening to her mother's half-human pleas for help and half-zombie moaning for flesh. She wandered for a while, finding a boxcar that Tyler had outfitted. Soon more survivors came, and they set off for the Promised Land, picking up more on the way. She grew close to her mismatched "family", and particualry to one named Troy, though she was skittish in matters concerning love. She and the others made it to the Promised Land, glad their journey was over.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Tall-ish, but looks about average height for her age. Not very strong, but strong enough to get her by. A little pale, but has a slight tan. Hazel eyes, more brown then green. Dyed black hair now reaching her shoulder blades, natural brown reaching down to her shoulders. Likes to think she looks sort of like an elf. Wears very worn blue jeans, dirty black shoes, a dull belt, raggedy-ish dark green shirt, and a faded nearing threadbare black jacket with studs on the hood and pocket edges. Fairly tomboy-ish.

Anything else: Fairly easy going and lazy, as well. Constantly can be seen eating somehing, sleeping, playing a GameBoy Advance she found at a pawn shop w/ batteries, reading, or staring off into space. LOVES to make random references to multiple things, even to things she's made up herself. You make her angry, she'll snap on you for about a few seconds before calming down.

Status: Alive

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Username: Mr_BlueCamo

Character Name: Troy Beverly

Weapon of Choice: Katana, two M9 Beretta, Sawed-off shotgun.

Survival Story: Troy was at his grandparents house in South Carolina when the apocalypse started and had to kill his grandparents with the family heirlooms the katana and M1 Garand. After that ordeal he broke into a pawn shop and picked up two Beretta handguns, and a sawed off shotgun. He was on his way back to Atlanta when he met the other survivors and decided to join them. Troy soon grew accustomed to his new family, though they were quite a motley crew. Throughout the journey he has grown close to one of the group named Nicole, to the point that he hopes they will become more than friends, regardless of the zombie apocalyptic world they live in. He hopes that the colony will grow and grow until the human race can be restored.

Appearance: 6 feet tall, Medium length Brown hair, Bluish-Gray eyes, wearing a thin blue camouflage jacket, black shirt, and slightly ruffed up blue jeans and is slightly built up muscle tone in order to survive and carry his equipment and is light skinned but has a little tan.

City: Colombia, SC

Anything else: Due to being a zombie fan as a high school teenager he spent years researching zombies and other monsters that are related and others that are not related. Troy is a easy going guy who likes to be funny and random and likes to be the nice guy in the crowd.

Status: Alive

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Username: Ty Gwynnia

Character name: Stryker

Weapon of choice: Claw-like fingers...Which is, technically, himself.

Survival Story: A failing 2nd year junior at college. Before the Plague, he mainly occupied his time with games, procrastinating, and freerunning with his friends. When the counselor at his college told him that he wouldn't be able to pull his grades up in time to pass, he brushed it off. After the Plague hit, he woke to find himself different. Different than humans, and zombies as well. He was still largely human looking, except the bones in his fingers had become more like claws , his muscles didn't tire out as much as they did when he was a human, and he still retained his mind. Having forgot his name, he called himself Stryker and did whatever he wanted. He took up residence in the city where he used to go to college at, more specifically, a Walmart under the control of another zombie slightly like him called Gravemind. Their existence was mutual though they both soon grew to be "attached" to the other's personality. When the group of survivors who had come to the store agreed to their rules, but broke them, he and Gravemind set out for revenge. They pursued them constantly with attempts to foil their plans, though just outside of the Promised Land, Gravemind fell. Stryker escaped, hurt and affected deeply by his best friend's death, vowing to himself that he'd get revenge on every single one of them, one way or another...

City: The city he went to college at, east of Atlanta in Georgia

Appearance: Dark brown shaggy hair, very light brown eyes and slowly rotting skin. He still largely looks much like a human, though because of the Malice virus his deterioration has lessened. The fingers in both his hand have become more like claws. He wears tight dark jeans, a black dusty Disturbed band T-shirt, a gray long sleeved undershirt with the lower half of the right sleeve missing, shoes, and black bloodstained fingerless gloves.

Anything else: Stryker's personality is, more or less, extremely cocky and arrogant. He loves to be rude and make fun of others. Though because of the death of his best friend, Gravemind, he has become a little more unstable. One moment he'll be normal, the next he'll be somber or furious, or he'll mimic some of the late Gravemind's mannerisms in an attempt to cheer himself up or recall the good times before he died. Also, he has found a new iPod...XD ((Lol, couldn't help myself))

Status: Malice-- Stryker Class

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Username: Strider the Eternal/ Ty Gwynnia (formerly)

Character name: Russell Stallings (Russ for short)

Weapon of choice: Katana, Compound bow, and a Pump action shotgun

Survival Story: Russ was living the life of any young 15 year old. Being lazy and playing video games while living with his parents. He was coming home from high school after his mother had picked him up from school. They had just pulled in when an advisery came over the radio. 'Stay in doors. The infected have been reported in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. *Beeeeeep*' They ran inside to find a dead infected and Russ' dead step father. His mother had drawn the handgun that she always brought now adays and when he began to get up she shot him in the head. But it wasn't without being bit herself. She handed the gun to him and told him to shoot her. With some hesitation he did. After the shock and pain was gone he decided he wasn't going to end up like them. So he went and got the katana that his parents had used for decoration from their room, Broke open his step father's gun cabinet and got out the shot gun and all the ammo he could fit inside of a bag, And got the compound bow his step father owned along with all the arrows. He put all of this except the katana in an over night bag and decided it to dangerous to stay at home. Instead he decided he would go and find other survivors. He successfully found a small group, traveling with them. They soon found a Walmart, encountered two different zombies (Gravemind and Stryker), and went on their way finding more survivors. He made it to the Promised Land with them after nearly dying by Stryker's doing (failed attempt at killing off this charrie right hurr...icon_sweatdrop.gif). Now he resides in the Promised Land.

City: Atlanta, GA

Appearance: Russ is 6' 1" tall, has brown hair, and brown eyes. He isn't very athletic but he can handle himself and he is a little pudgy. He wears baggy blue jeans, DC skate shoes, a WoW alliance lion black and gold shirt, a black hoodie, and black finger cut gloves. He also has a scar on his neck from a run in with the Malice soldier Stryker.

Anything else: NOTE TO STRIDER: We've kept Russell alive for you, in case you ever come back. Regrettably, Gravemind had to die, though. In the meantime, Ty will be in control of your charrie.

Status: Alive--Zero

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Username: Strider the Eternal

Character name: Zshvago Gelesmeir (svago gelesmere)

Weapon of choice: His vampiric powers, a sword hidden in a cane, and a Desert Eagle.

Survival story: Zshvago was a member of the Romanian army and was one of the vampire plauge test subjects in the development project set up in Romania. He was one of the first batch of actual vampires but the chemicals they were injected with not only made them vampiric but psyco-kenetic as well so they were deemed to dangerous for military use. So he along with the others like him were imprisoned and abandoned. Left to starve and die. So he sat in that cell for over 15 years. All of the others had died and he was left alone. Until one day a group of soilders who had taken refuge from the zombie horde came and found him. He was freed and in turn Zshvago feasted upon them. From there he made his way towards America and heard of Black Track's deeds as he went from survivor camp to survivor camp eventually making it to the area Black Tracks had stopped. If Black Tracks was as invincible as was said then they wouldn't mind a test.

City: Brasov, Romania

Appearance: 6' 1" with red eyes, short trimmed brown hair, and pale skin. He wears a black trench coat, with black finger gloves, black and grey camo pants, black combat boots, and a black sleeveless shirt.

Anything else: He is an expert in fencing and knows Tai Kwon Do and Judo.

Status: Alive--Vampire

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Username: Ky of the Sacred Knights

Character name: Daniel Wolfe

Weapon of choice: Still carries a Desert Eagle, and PSG-1 sniper, though the supply of Russian shells is dwindling. Sometimes uses an old machete, filed, ground and sharpened into a repurposed shortsword. For crowd control, Daniel shoots a late Vietnam-era M-16A2.

Survival Story: After the Apocolypse, Daniel raided an armory, and stole the FA-MAS, PSG-1 and Desert Eagle, along with light ballistic chest armor, police shoulder plates, and ballistic leg armor, and had the genuine sakabatou in his personal sword collection, of which only the sakabatou survived. He then became a wandering survivor, fighting zombies and staying alive as best he could. He would encounter the group traveling by train as they passed through Augusta, and ride the rails all the way to their new home. He later mellowed in the peaceful years that followed, abandoning much of his military regalia, and settling down to marry a woman living with the Promised Land's other group.

City: Augusta, GA

Appearance: Long, flowing black hair hanging loose across the shoulders, and always wearing a green cargo jacket over some dusty military fatigues and combat boots.

Status: Alive

Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius


Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:52 pm


Tyler smiled warmly as his daughter ran toward him in their front yard. Sarah was getting so big, and Tyler knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have to put the fear of God in some bewildered teenage boys coming to call. Then, the sky turned a frightening black color, and the world around Tyler and Sarah disappeared in a swirling torrent of blood and pain. He held Sarah close and kissed her forehead, promising that no harm would come to her...then she grinned at him strangely, and kicked him hard in the gut.
"Ooof!!" Tyler exclaimed as he felt the wind knocked out of him. He looked ahead, dazed, and saw a small silver-haired girl with her feet planted in his belly. An innocent smile touched her face.
"Wake up, Daddy!" she commanded.
"Ow.... Aivi, what did Daddy say about waking him up in the morning?" Tyler asked as he massaged his stomach.
"Do it gently?"
"Yeah... Ellie, are you up?" he said to the vaguely human-shaped tangle of blankets beside him.
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:13 pm


Ellie, having been awake for a while now, heard and saw the commotion going on beside her. It never ceased to amuse her when their daughter would try to wake him up in the most painful way possible and still look innocent. So, here she was, trying to suppress her giggles the best she can.

happy_time6


Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:19 pm


"Haha, very funny," he remarked dryly. He lifted Aivi by her waist, and set her on the floor beside the bed. He tugged on a pair of pants and a shirt, and went to stand on the small balcony overlooking the base. People were out moving things around in the crisp winter air, preparing for the coming snowstorms. Tyler lit a hand-rolled cigar, made from tobacco grown right there on the base. He tasted the smoke of a few puffs, then put the cigar out and walked back inside. The slap of tiny feet on the ground was music to his ears as Aivi played. It was just one more of the many little things about his family that gave Tyler comfort.
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:25 pm


The warmth of the stuffed animal she held greeted Nicole when she woke up silently. She curled up in a ball, not really wanting to get up. But the rumbling sound of her stomach and the pressing need to go to the bathroom decided it for her. Rolling sleepily off the side with the stuffed animal, she shuffled over to the door and out into the hallway, heading to the bathroom.

Russ blinked his eyes tiredly and yawned, stretching his arms up from where he was sitting in a chair next to a table in his room. He had been up since the night before, studying some papers that had peaked his interest. Though now he was starting to wish that he had went to bed and looked at them in the morning. He sighed and yawned again, rubbing his brown eyes.

The low plunk of a device being disconnected from a computer broke the semi-silence. The soft glow of the screen's light lightened up the dark room. The windows were heavily curtained against the outside. Not that it bothered him too much, but he preferred to work in the dark. Stryker clicked the shuffle button on his iPod as he walked out of the room, leaving the computer on. Soon he came to another room with the door ajar and dark shapes lurking around.

Ty Gwynnia

Beloved Dark Elf

10,750 Points
  • Survivor 150
  • Pie Enabler 100
  • Battle Hardened 150

happy_time6

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:33 pm


Ellie was sitting up in bed by now, the thick, warm cotton nightgown reaching to her knees as her legs hung off the side of the bed. She was looking up at Tyler with pleading, apologetic green eyes, hands clasped to her chest. "I'm sorry, honey." she said. With a face like hers, there was no way for anyone to stay mad at her.
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:41 pm


Tyler smiled at his young wife and sat down on the floor next to her dangling legs. He pulled the battle-scarred SAW from its place under the bed, and started to service and clean it before he went out to hunt. With the final satisfying click of the reassembled gun's parts snapping together, he laid it across his lap.
"Aw, nobody said I was mad," he said, giving her foot a playful tickle.

Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius


happy_time6

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:00 pm


Squealing softly at the tickling, Ellie couldn't help but pout at Tyler before kissing him on the cheek. "You know that's my ticklish spot, right?" She asked in a tone of mock anger. She didn't really like her feet getting tickled. It just felt creepy.
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:04 pm


Sunlight now peeking through the shades Troy slowly woke up and got out of bed wincing as he tried to flex his right shoulder. Ever since that day where that blasted Gravemind shot his right shoulder and arm he gets sharp pings of pain every so often. He stretched his body out then grabbed his pants, shirt, and jacket thinking 'I like that we have a safe place to live but man I wish it was a little warmer.' He went to his balcony and looked out over the base seeing all the busy early rising survivors doing various things that needed to be done.

Mr_BlueCamo


Silas Parrish

Dapper Genius

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:10 pm


"Of course I knew. Otherwise it wouldn't have been any fun." Tyler stuck his tongue out at her and moved back up onto the bed beside her. He held her close and kissed her lips.
"Well, I'm going out with the guys to bring back some real, red meat. Everyone in our group's getting a bit tired of canned veggies, and the crops in the hothouses aren't quite ready yet. Speaking of food, will you need a drink soon? I can stick around for a bit, if you need me to."
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:11 pm


After Nicole finished with her business, she took a few moments to splash cold water on her face. It didn't really wake her up, it was a habit. She glanced in the mirror at her reflection. Even though it had been five years, now making her about 21, she figured she still looked largely the same. Same hair, hazel eyes, and face structure. Sighing at her stupid thoughts, she picked up her stuffed animal again and not bothering to change out of her clothes she'd slept in, a short sleeved shirt and pajama pants, went to the mess hall to raid the fridge.

As he entered the room, one of the dark shapes detached itself from a small group and came over to him. Stryker waved his clawed hand in the air, shoo-ingly, temporarily busy with his music player. The shape stopped, and it's features became more apparent in the iPod's light. It was a towering one, heavily built and muscled. A Brute, he called it, one of the various others similar to him in some way.

Ty Gwynnia

Beloved Dark Elf

10,750 Points
  • Survivor 150
  • Pie Enabler 100
  • Battle Hardened 150

Pastellfiskar

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:15 pm


Sitting up from his work desk, he yawned and looked at his watch. "Oh great, this late already? Oh well." Standing, he cleaned the random small screws and springs from his desk into their appropriate places in a small parts bin nearby. Glacing at the calendar as he cleaned, he noticed today was his hunting trip with Tyler. "Crapola! Late again. I need to move in with Troy or something. Wahtever would get me up earlier!" Running to get dressed, he grabbed his hunting supplies, already layed out ready to go. After everything was finally where it was supposed to be, he ran full sprint towards the front gate.
PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:24 pm


Ellie paused in thought, kissing him back as she did so. After a minute, she shook her head. "Nah." She said off-handedly. "You go ahead with the other guys. I'll take care of the munchkin and my stomach later." She also had some plans to talk to Nicole about... A certain subject. But that was an issue that she kept to herself. Not even Nicky (nickname she gave her) knew what she was planning.

happy_time6


Mr_BlueCamo

PostPosted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:25 pm


Troy re-entered his room, after experiencing the cold morning air for a bit. He then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair, before making his way down to the mess hall. He reached the mess hall, after what felt like an endless hallway across the wide base, and got in line to get his food. As he shuffled along, he bumped right into Nicole, still in her pajamas. He turned a faint shade of red and apologized.
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