hide spoiler Create either an INTERVIEW ORP (where you can quote either other to interview) OR a INTERVIEW PRP interviewing two other people from factions NOT YOUR OWN (you can also create two separate interview rps, one for each person!) You must ask them a list of any of the questions below and then record the answers ICly. The format should be: question -> answer from player -> write it down (interview summary) -> interview complete, though you are free to just PRP it out with the player for a bit or ask more questions, or make up questions afterwards to ask of your own!
All interviews take place in a secluded area away from mobs. Think of it as a great way to know players from other factions without fighting in boss encounters!
Answers may not be answered sarcastically or they do not (icly!) count.
1) What did you do prior to Day Zero? 2) What is your secret to surviving? 3) What do you think caused Day Zero? 4) You are attacked by one of the undying. You lose function of both your legs and will never walk again. Would you rather put yourself out of your misery or survive knowing you will die soon in the future? 5) What use do you personally think you have towards your faction? 6) Do you think you will be rescued? 7). What qualities do you think you bring forward if you had to lead? What the major problem to surviving Day Zero? 9) Describe your family. 10) Describe yourself 11) Describe your weapon of choice 12) What is more important to you - knowledge or physical power and why? 13) You find the way out of the city but are heavily infected. Would you still leave? 14) If your best friend had the cure to the infection but it required heavily dissecting them would you do it? 15) Describe what you would do if you were rescued
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beejoux
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 10:08 am
Harper stood there with her jersey over her sweater, waving her arms around to the various others people in the safe zone of the Harbringer’s hide out. An old spiral notebook was in her hand, obviously missing quite a few of its pages but was still functional for what she needed it to be.
Cupping the hand with the pencil she took a deep breath of air, “HHEEEYYY IS ANYONE FREE TO TALK…PLEASE!” It was probably not the best sort of way to handle getting people’s attention for an interview but Harper hoped that it would at least be effective for what she needed. It was either that or go hunting down people.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 10:26 am
Liam, being close by, wandered over and sank down slowly to take a seat on the ground beside Harper, wincing audibly before stretching his injured leg out in front of him. "I'm pretty sure you don't mean me, but would you mind if I sat in with you for this?" Information was power, after all.
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vampireluvr97
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:12 pm
October slunk after the others, clutching his umbrella with a wary expression on his face. There were already there people clustered together, and he wasn't entirely certain that he was even welcome - but at the same time, well, it was a good idea to get information, if he could.
Max might have been getting better at this whole blind thing, but that didn't mean it wasn't still easier to navigate using other people's voices. Watch out, headcase.Undying, three o'clock!Is anyone free to talk? All helpful directives.
He shuffled over in the girl's direction, even though he didn't recognize her voice, and muttered, "What about?"
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Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:28 pm
Another university student hobbled over to her as she was still waving her notebook in the air. He wasn’t familiar to her but at least with the jersey’s she was able to pick anyone from his or her district out of the crowd. Harper crouched down for a moment and gave Liam a smile, “sure we have to stick together right.”
Getting back on her feet she continued in full force looking for someone to interview, or at least ask a few questions before noticing someone not wearing a jersey wondering around. Running over to him she waved, gave him a grinned and stuck out her hand to stop him.
“Hey! Names Harper! Do you mind if him and I ask you a few questions. Can you ask me some too if you want.” She waved her hand back towards the other university student before taking the hand of another passerby and shaking it feverously as he asked a question.
“Yes you too, questions such as what did you do before Day Zero, and what do you think caused it? What is your favorite weapon to use against the infected? How have you survived this long? Do you think we will ever be rescued?” Harper rambled on dragging the one she had a grip on closer to the other university student.
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:54 pm
Liam smiled back warmly, glad for a friendly face rather then the condescending interactions he'd been getting as of late with his room mate and former...classmate. "Right. I'm Liam by the way. I don't think we have ever formally met, but you're Harper, right?" Living in a smallish space, with the same people, you got to know people's faces, if not names, even if you didn't interact with them much.
There were other people wandering over, and Harper was up on her feet, heading over to greet them. Liam, leg still fractured, didn't bother getting up. She'd bring them back over to him, probably. If not...well, he could kind of hear them still.
When she gestured back at him, Liam raised a hand, smiling at the pair of them. "Hi, I'm Liam. Thanks in advance for answering questions for us, and do feel free to ask any yourself."
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kuropeco
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vampireluvr67
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:28 pm
October was slightly taken aback by the sheer amount of words coming from the girl's - Harper's - lips, blinking at her with an expression of mingled surprise and horror. She was clearly not part of his own faction, but she didn't seem harmful - unless you counted the amount of energy she had, which October did.
"Uh," he said, glancing around rather helplessly, but there seemed to be no way out, so he just sort of stood there and wilted slightly.
"I'm October," he said finally, carefully extracting his hand out of the girl's grasp so that he could hold more tightly to his umbrella. "Uh. Yeah. Nice to meet you, Liam, Harper. Let me, uh....yeah think of - wait, what did you ask, none of those had to do with sleeping, so I wasn't paying attention, uh - "
His mind tried to comprehend her questions.
"My favorite weapon is this," said October, waving the umbrella a bit before dropping his arm back down. "I survived this long by sleeping and running. As for being rescued..." His face closed off, just for a moment, before it resumed his usual tired expression. "Well, probably not. I forgot what else you asked. What about, uh, you three?"
He gestured at Liam and Harper and the last guy with the tip of his umbrella. "What would you do if you were rescued?"
Normally he would have hesitated or simply remained silent, but these questions... anything he might say in response, even if truthful, would hardly give anyone any advantage. The past was gone. He had remained alive by sheer dumb luck.
As he replied, he ticked off his answers on his fingers. "I was a transport van driver for Apple Minimum Security, I have no idea what caused all of this, I use my legs to run the ******** away, and I have no idea." He stood there awkwardly for a second or two. "I'm Max. If I was rescued I would call my ex and make sure my kids were okay. Then I'd crawl into bed and sleep for about two months. How about you guys? Tell me about yourselves. What were you? What are you now?" Max slowly took a seat near the young man on the ground. This would be an interesting waste of time, if nothing else.
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Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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kuropeco
beejoux
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:16 pm
Dahlia was a little late to this shindig. Normally she'd be the first one there, listening in on what was going on, but she arrived a little too late to do that. But boy - once she arrived there was no going back. She was overwhelmed by how peppy the girl was. She wasn't sure if it made her sick or somewhat happy that she was looking on the brighter side of life.
She started off slow. Going on about how her life was before this entire thing started."Well for starters I was a university student on the way to getting a major in computer engineering. Lots of money that I could use to help my family and little brother. I also came out this far to get away from them, but it was for good reason." She paused (with the thought of her brother in her mind) before continuing, her voice sounding a bit parched. "What I think caused it would probably be like every kind of zombie movie/book/shows ever: Someone decided to mess with genetics and bioweapons and before they new it it got out of control and the rest is now history."
"If I had to use a weapon for killing them, it would most likely be something you could easily reuse over and over again - probably something like bow and arrows, or even a rake. Something strong enough (or a strong empact) to kill them with blunt force trauma to the head."
"Also, the only way I have survived this long was probably from sheer dumb luck. Honestly I have no idea otherwise." Oh she had ideas, but decided not to go into the details. "And if we ever get rescued? I somewhat doubt it, but I'll leave the sliver of hope out in the open in case it does happen."
She had to take a breather. That was the most talking she had done in such a long time. She really needed to try and not talk, or else she would get too thirsty (and didn't have much water left).
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Character's name: Dahlia Ann Burton Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Dahlia Ann BurtonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAverage height (5'5ft), 125lbs, Black curly hair with streaks of greens and blues blended in, bangs, green eyes, light freckles on her face, small figure/slim figure, size 32A, foot size 7 & 1/2 narrow, scars on her hips and thighs. Prefers to wear plaid, leather, and boots. Not exactly strong, but strong enough to take care of herself (or smart enough to figure away around it).
Everything the other two said she scrambled to write down in her notebook, taking notes about how an umbrella was being used as a weapon, and that sleeping and running was how the October managed to survive for so long. When he mentioned about never being rescued a frown appeared on Harper’s face for a moment. A half a dozen questions that didn’t have any point in the interview ran through her head but she shoved them down not wanting to sidetrack from her mission. “Thanks October, uumm I think you answered all that I asked. I like your weapon. If I was rescued.” She paused shuffling her feet, it wasn’t that she didn’t think she wouldn’t be rescued she just hadn’t really thought of everything she would do. “I guess I would try to find my little sister and dad, and then pig out on nothing but junk food and movies for a whole week before trying to help out rebuild and what not.”
Turning to the other she wrote down about how, Max, had kids, worked as a driver, and had no idea other than to run. She didn’t want to admit that even though she was writing everything down it was more or less resembled something that looked like chicken scratch with a few key points. “How old are you kids?” The question was blurted about before she had even thought about it. She frowned worried that he wouldn’t want to talk about something like that so soon or at least remind him that he was still stuck and no way to find them. “I used to be a student at the university, getting my masters in art. I am still there, helping out with whatever I can do.”
As Dahlia spoke she listened, mostly and even jotted down a few notes about her even though they were both at the university. Maybe they would run into each other again, go on rounds, or have to do something together and Harper would know at least something about her.
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
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beejoux
Smerdle
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:37 pm
Liam sat and listened intently, gaze shifting from October to Max when the older man started answering questions. When he took a seat beside him, Liam offered a friendly smile and a murmured greeting, not wanting to interrupt Dahlia.
From her, the focus had shifted to Harper again, and then swiveled next to him. He blinked, dumbly, for a moment before licking his lips. "Um. I was touring the university, trying to decide if I wanted to pursue college, or go straight into the job market." No need to mention that he had no hope of getting into EU with his grade point average, and the touring of campuses had mostly been to placate his father. They didn't need to know that, it was pertinent to anything.
"Now? Now I'm just trying to keep my head down and survive. Be helpful when I can. Stay out of the way when I can't. I found a weapon, so that makes defending myself easier." He held up the crowbar briefly, then slid it back into his belt loop.
"If we got rescued..." Hmm, tricky. "I guess I'd try to find my family. I haven't really thought about it much." Didn't want to get his hopes up too high. Liam preferred living day to day, just making the most of what they still had, rather than pining for what he didn't.
Dahlia paused as she watched the one girl scribble down as much as she could. Why did she want to do an interview with so many people? Wouldn't this many people overwhelm one person? She wasn't sure how to react. The girl must have some really good memorization and writing skills, because she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that. Well maybe if it weren't like 3 or 4 people at once she could but she wouldn't know. Too much time has passed since school was put on hold because of Day Zero.
She peered over to see the other people that were being interviewed as well. They were interesting folks. All from different areas and different backgrounds. It was interesting to just listen to their opinion and stories. It took Dahlia away from the problems of the day - just enough to keep them away from her own thoughts. She kept pushing them farther to the back of her brain, not waiting to have her hopes up when there wasn't any left.
"So sweetie-" she began to say, waiting until there was a moment the poor girl wasn't scribbling done notes. "Is there anything else you want to know? Or anything I can help you with?"
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Character's name: Dahlia Ann Burton Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Dahlia Ann BurtonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAverage height (5'5ft), 125lbs, Black curly hair with streaks of greens and blues blended in, bangs, green eyes, light freckles on her face, small figure/slim figure, size 32A, foot size 7 & 1/2 narrow, scars on her hips and thighs. Prefers to wear plaid, leather, and boots. Not exactly strong, but strong enough to take care of herself (or smart enough to figure away around it).
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beejoux
Smerdle
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:36 pm
Where had all of these students come from all of a sudden? Not that he minded them, he just hadn't been around relatively law-abiding young people in quite a while. Even before the outbreak, the only smart kids getting masters degrees and majoring in engineering he had ever encountered were the ones on line with him at Timmies.
"Cody and Dana are eight and six," he replied, some part of him refusing to refer to them in the past tense even though he was pretty sure they were gone. Thinking of them even made him smile a bit, though it was directed at the ground. It was difficult to be social and seem interested when you couldn't see.
"Sounds like you're doing all right for yourselves." They definitely had come across more weapons than he had. It might have been a good thing for now. If he'd been carrying anything more deadly than a stick, some human survivor who happened to startle him might have gotten their head bashed in. He turned toward where he thought the girl, Harper, had ended up and waited for her to go on as well.
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Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
