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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:18 pm
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ] Adelaide St. Pierre Character ID number: #91 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: xxxFaction: Prison Rank: Civvie Recruit Officer Lieutenant KITCHEN CRED SECURITY CRED MEDBAY CRED SUPPLY CRED FIGHT CRED NOTE: Make sure your food and drink is maxed on the fifth day for minimal chance of dying.
NOTE: The password is "LEGACY". Note all caps.
NOTE: Each zone has one unique weapon you have a chance of obtaining!
("Junkyard" ninjazoosmut) Red, red, green, blue, red red, blue, blue, green
Triangle, square, circle, circle, triangle.
[dayzeroradio]: ("Unknown" ninjazoosmut) ... epidemic has spread worldwide... catastrophic numbers.............. emergency procedures................ remain in your homes..... do not make contact with............. contagious
[dayzeroradio]: ("Unknown" ninjazoosmut) call 1 888 222 9121
The casino has a hidden exit. Perhaps this will help later? The password is "CIRCLE"
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:15 pm
Character Name: Adelaide St. Pierre (Mother to Seu's Giuseppe G-man and Semba's Häagendazs Dazs)
Minis account name: Mediciner
Age: 45
Gender: Female
(Former) Employment: Private Tutor (both high school and college level English); calls herself a writer but honestly has done mostly fanfiction in her spare time and has yet to publish
Faction: Prison
Character description:
(+) Gung ho/Courageous
(+) Compassionate
(~) A little too happy that there's finally a zombie apocalypse going down (obnoxiously genre savvy for better or for worse)
(~) Irreverent
(-) Short tempered
(-) Opinionated/Stubborn/Believes she is always in the right
slightly tanned skin, wispy pale hair with signs of aging partially tied back in a braid. pale eyes and hawkish features. 5'6", average build if more on the thin side.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Adelaide had been accused of a lot of things in her life. Did she have any relation to legendary Canadian wrestler Georges St-Pierre and, if so, why was her eldest son claiming he was his dad despite the man needing to have been 7 years old for conception? Had she been high both times she gave birth? (And had someone ever fulfilled her request for Häagendazs ice cream afterwards?) Was there really a novel in the works, or was her computer just infested with Rickyl and Shick smut, among other things? But nobody, nobody had ever accused Adelaide St. Pierre of being unprepared for whatever she set her mind to—not for a general work day and certainly not for something like the chaos unfolding around them. After all, she had been convinced for quite some time that an apocalypse was bound to happen.
And now, watching it actually happen…fires and screaming and terror and all? The older woman had to take it all in for a moment, torn into two distinct emotions: fear, of course, but also a sick, sick joy. For being right. For being ready.
No, three emotions: her sons owed her some damn money now.
Unable to help herself, Adelaide grinned as she began to pick her way through the mess as delicately as she could, well aware that the initial onslaught of what she was sure was a zombie apocalypse (strengthened by what she heard from passerby) was a sensitive time. Culling the herd, lots of running around, and a time to decide her direction; the faster she figured out where resources were, the better. Her boys could be anywhere, but she wasn’t as concerned as a mother might be; after all, they’d spent most of their lives being bored by her various elaborate plans. It really was a shame she hadn’t invested in a bunker…
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:28 pm
[spoiler][quote="OOC"]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Adelaide St. Pierre
[b]Character's faction:[/b] Prison
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794575]xxx[/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=91]xxx[/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a messy braid and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially. wearing a dark blue parka over a pink parka over a grey sweater, the fronts of which are coated in dried blood that isn't hers.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 10:23 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:16 am
Quote: gaia_crown [ OBJECTIVE 4: ] Day Zero Log: - Write a log of what has happened to you so far
So, me. I was off on my way to visit some friends when the s**t really hit the fan. And I'll be honest: I was ******** giddy as a schoolgirl riding her first vibrator when it started. This is the sort of stuff I was waiting and prepping for, right? But power got cut off before I could get a hold of my boys--that's the thing.
I ended up in the prison since it was close by. Used to know someone working in psych ward, but naturally they got offed within the first few days. Still, it's a nice bunch here, nicer than expected: Boss is actually a decent guy, even if his god dog of a second in command could use a muzzle every so often. Inmates aren't so bad either; or maybe being around them for this long's gotten me a bit of the criminal element stuck to me like grime.
I got two kids, you know: Haagendazs and Giuseppe. No god damn idea what I was thinking when I named them, so don't ask. But I lost them in that hot mess, and I shouldn't have. What kind of mom says she's prepped but doesn't get her family together, huh? I tried, damn it. I knew G would at least be at or near the mall, he likes doing his pickup artist bullshit. Dazs, though...s**t I'd lost track of him that day, of course. Probably had been out looking for some muse for his "artistic expression" or something.
But I found myself a radio, and who's on it? Dazs, of course, trying to be mysterious with his DJ Secret alias. God, I never thought I'd be so happy to hear that nonsense. Found G in the chaos too, somehow, wearing his stupid damn shades and everything. Like nothing had changed--probably not even the no showering bit either. Maybe they'll be able to live this out if I can't; they've had plenty drilled into their heads thanks to me, hah. Let a gal be optimistic.
Maybe there is a god watching, letting me have a little hope. He's still a nasty ********, though, letting us get hit like this. But I'll be damned if I don't claw my way to the end of this with my family; they might not be zombies we're fighting, but it'll take more than some shadows to keep me down.
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