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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:27 am
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ][spoiler][quote="OOC"]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Elliot Orford
[b]Character's faction:[/b] Mall
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794749][_][/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=39][_][/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] Elliot is tall (6'0") with a slim, athletic but doesn't need to work out cause he's that kind of a*****e build. His hair is light brown and is long enough to tie back and he wears it in a man bun (no ragrets). Often seen with a dopey grin.
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[quote="HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO"][/quote]
[quote="QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM"][/quote]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:43 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:54 am
Character Name: Elliot Orford
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Employment: Executive Chef
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description:
+ Optimistic; Elliot generally tries to see the best out of every situation. He's found that, working in his industry, it's best to turn something bad into something good instead of standing around yelling. He always tries to keep spirits high and is often making jokes.
- Vulgar; Unfortunately for some, he's quite vulgar. Call it 'chef humor' nothing is out of bounds and this may rub some (read: most) people the wrong way. He doesn't mean to be insensitive, it's just how he is. It's likely he'll make awkward jokes about current situations. Puns will be involved I am not sorry.
+ Reliable; You can always depend on Elliot. If something needs to be done, he'll get it done or he'll try his hardest.
- Impatient; That being said, he can be impatient. If you constantly fail and refuse to listen or learn he'll lose his temper. If you take advantage of him and ask him to do every little thing he's gonna slap you. He hates watching someone doing something over and over and complaining about it but not stopping. That kinda thing.
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Michael is tall (6'0") with a slim, athletic but doesn't need to work out cause he's that kind of a*****e build. His hair is light brown and is long enough to tie back and he wears it in a man bun (no ragrets). Often seen with a dopey grin.
Elliot was the last to leave Ecco - as he was most nights before the weekend. He had to finish the ordering for next week, finalise rosters and finalise a menu for a special dinner. The lights - and subsequently the power - flickered off and he leant back in his chair. Perhaps it was a sign - he was working too hard again. He picked up his backpack, knives packed safely inside and did one more sweep of the kitchen. He paused at the fridge for a moment - he was unsure how long the power would be out for and wondered if he should try and save some of the items.
He made it half way down the street when he realised the shouts were now screams - panic, terror, horror. He picked up the pace a little, pulling his bag closer to his body. Ahead he saw a figure and in the gleam of the moonlight he saw blood. They saw him and for a moment, their head cocked before they turned to someone closer and launched.
The sound was sickening - thud, thud, thud. Screaming, gasping, gurgling. Squelch. Elliot stood for what seemed like eternity and then his legs were moving and his body was turning and he was running back to the only place he knew - back to his restaurant. He fumbled with they keys and heard more screams, squeezing inside the door before it was even opened fully and slamming it shut. The lock clicked and in his frenzy, he wasn't certain it would help. He dropped his bug and dragged the tables over, turning them over and pushing them as close to the doors and windows as he could get.
His knees gave way and he fell onto all fours, emptying his dinner onto the floor. Thud. Squelch.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:55 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:56 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:58 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:59 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:02 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:05 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:08 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:10 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:16 am
Log
Date.. s**t. What date is it? I don't know anymore. October something?? Maybe I should have kept track. I guess I didn't think it would be important. Damn - was it supposed to be my birthday soon? I'm trailing off. You guys wanna know what's happened since day zero and now? To be honest, not a whole lot. I realised some things about myself that I didn't want to. Like I'm squeamish. I'm a coward.
The mall is my faction. It's not half bad - there's entertainment, at least and a diverse bunch of people. A bar. I'm staying some place familiar - my own restaurant. That's what I did before - executive chef at Ecco. That's where I was when it happened. A lot of good it's doing me now when there's no food. I wonder if any of these people ever ate there.
What else happened? Well, we were attacked by bandits - managed to fight them off. Heard some information about a weapon that could KILL the infected. As in that's it, they're gone. So we came looking for it. That's when you all started shooting at us. Thanks for that, by the way. I'm having to write this left-handed because my shoulder's dislocated. Could be worse - some people can't see.
Not sure what's going to happen from here on. Sure would like to know what kinda weapon you've got.
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