For his part, Bing just stoically sat there as the doctor bandaged, and occasionally stitched him up. Wasn't his first time at the rodeo, and the anesthesia was saved for those really needing it. Coulda used some booze, but that was harder to find than the anesthesia these days.
Anyway, he couldn't afford to be out of it. Since the kid hadn't found him yet, he was going to have to go look for him after this. He made a mental note to do some laundry later so he could get a new undershirt, too. He could go back to his cell and get the shirt that had been confiscated when he entered prison, but that was a nice shirt. Real nice. Red silk pinstripes. If he didn't find some booze to celebrate with when, or if, they got out of this mess, he was going to wear that shirt.
When the bandages and poultices were applied, he made to leave, but was halted by the doctor. Had to wait 30 minutes for the adhesive to fully take. Bing sighed, but generally trusted the doctor to know what they were about. He settled back on the gurney, closed his eyes, and tried to get 30 winks in.
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
"I see. Well. Some of the others managed to dig up these things. A lot of them seem to be junk, unfortunately. But it may be worth a shot to dig through them. Have at it. Just don't make a mess."
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UNBOXING Well there's a bunch of cardboard boxes of various sizes here. Pick one out and roll 1d8 to rummage through it. If you are the first person to match my roll, quote me. Anyone can do this, just be sure to come into the Prison Cell area first!
Rolls are unlimited until someone manages to match my roll.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Jacob nodded at the Warden turning back to the pile, "So far bubble wrap, one rat, and enough packing peanuts to ship a glass set somewhere..." Reaching into the pile he rummaged about a bit grabbing a box that felt like it had a bit of weight before cracking it open.
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:48 pm
[ Medical Ward (EXIT) ]
Not getting any real response from the others, Maria just kept silent as she finished taking care of herself. The Doctor moved over and told her to head back to the cells, as the only thing left for her to do was rest. Nodding, she quickly grabbed her all-but-ruined blazer and rushed out of the room.
[ Prison Cells ]
As Maria headed back to her cell, she saw the group of others around boxes. Letting her curiosity and newfound confidence get the best of her, she joined just in time to hear The Boss instruct them to grab one. She nodded and walked to a relatively slim box before opening it to see what was inside.
Unfortunately, there was nothing, so she left the group and headed to her cell to try and relax while she could.
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
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Also the loot is gotten. FOR NOW.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:06 pm
[Medical Ward]
"A single blow?" It was hard to believe that the Boss was able to do that in one more, but must be something after seeing the look on Kaethus' face. Aaron thank the doctor for his help, and was about to tell him to sit down, but he sat back down which is a relief. He wants him to get as much rest as he could.
"Oh . . ." Well he didn't know that, now feeling bad about it as he coughs a bit to clear his throat, and avoiding his scowling too. "My bad, I only want you to get treated before those scratches get infected." That's all he cared about, but now he also want a chance to fight as well since it's not fair that he did. "Well I hope I can do both with only one eye."
He moved back a bit to give him the space to stand up when he's feeling better after that suggestion. "Sounds like a good idea to do. How about the Mess Hall and see if there's anything decent today?"
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Character's name: Aaron Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Giant muscle man at 6'5", dirty blond hair, one blue eye with a black eye patch over his right eye and burn marks on his face. Wearing an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off. He's a scary man, strong, but overprotective of his family and friends.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:14 pm
[MED WARD]
Greta tended not to experience any of the "action." She did her part moving the undead away from the electric fence, but she wasn't a fighter. Some of the younger residents of the prison had taken up calling her "granny" as if being in your forties made you old. It did mean that most were not keen on seeing her battle the undying. It wouldn't do to have the "frail old lady" who did the laundry get bent in half then come back ready to chew on your leg.
She had been wandering through the prison cells when she heard about the undying breaking into the yard. She hadn't even bothered to go to the yard. She would have been no help there. Instead, she headed to the medical ward to see if there was anything she could do.
She wanted to be helpful after all.
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Character's name: Great Dean Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:44 pm
[Medical Ward]
"You do enough with one eye, eh cyclops?" He laughed at him but hissed again at his shoulder he'd tried to pop back in. "Damn it, this is still stiff. I only got in one good punch you know." There was a gleam in his eyes. If Aaron had seen that part he would have been proud, surely.
There was a chuckle that escaped him. "Isn't it the same crap everyday? Decently awful." Kaethus kept that grin and tried to stand again to move. He barely made it out of his chair and had to sit again. "Gimmie just a second..." He muttered, grabbing at his shoulder and scratching back at it.
His mouth was about to unleash a flurry of curses when his eyes crossed the woman nearby. Had she been there the whole time? Kaethus nodded his head her way so Aaron could see and he looked right at her. He hadn't seen her before, but she looked rather harmless. Finally he managed to stand and grabbed onto Aaron, looking back. He was curious, she didn't seem hurt and he didn't remember her in the scrap outside.
Maybe she was sick?
"Hey uh..." He couldn't think of a name to call her. "Not sure if you're sick or anything, but if you wait right there my brother and I will bring you back something. Maybe even something other than that bland cra-stuff." He caught himself and gave her a salute. "Since uh, I shouldn't be out and about for too long y'know." He rubbed at the sore shoulder again. Damn it really hurt. He coughed once.
"So yeah...." He trailed off, it was weird for him but he felt compelled, especially if someone was sick because the situation was shitty enough without being ill. "Come on." He grunted to his brother, grabbing his sleeve and yanking the larger man along. [Exit to Mess Hall]
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Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal backround mostly in pickpocketing and shoplifting.
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Can you imagine him really yanking Aaron off? Bwhaha.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:57 pm
[Mess Hall] (kitchen)
"Perfect! Good Eye, Joy Ann! You two are wonderful," she said to both of them. And finally, Applesauce was all they needed. "Honey cake, then?" Autumn was determined to get this to work. The perfect little pick-me-up, the perfect distraction- that's what this was.
"Hmm," she mused, looking at Joy Ann while she cocked her head to listen. There was someone there. But Shaun was right. "Right. It shouldn't be a problem... just nothing extra. And this," she lifted the honey and pointed at the Applesauce, "can go with rations later, perhaps. Once it's a cake, of course."
Autumn was feeling lighter already. Cooking relaxed her, it eased something. It was normal. She liked normal. She missed normal. This was almost normal. Playing with a recipe to try something new. Distracting, fun, and normal.
"Okay. Flour, applesauce, honey, salt, and I do swear I once heard vinegar was needed- I remember because it was so odd," this was all more to herself than the others.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "Shall we give this a try? Honey cake?"
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Character's name: Autumn Flint Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Female, 5'8", Dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
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Poor Joy Ann! Autumn really wants cake.
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Eggs~ that is kind of amazing. I have not thought to turn them before.
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:48 pm
[ Medical Ward ]
So...yeah. There was no one in the medical ward for Monica to mention Rufus name to, other than other people who'd clearly also been involved in the fight. She called a polite, "Thanks, man!" to the girl who pinned out where the supplies were. Self service medical care,go? Fortunately it didn't take long to figure out how Monica was supposed to get antiseptic onto her arms, which had taken the brunt of the damage during the skirmish.
"This stings," she pouted to anyone who looked like they might be listening, but it seemed like she was getting over it in no time. She liked to raise up a fuss about it but pain didn't faze Monica for very long. Now, uh, bandages looked like a different story. She stared at them with a large amount of bewilderment before she heard someone walk in without any hint of pause from injury. "Greta! Over here!" she called, waving frantically at the older woman. "D'you know how to get bandages to stick?"She asked, a note of hope in her voice. [ Exit to Medical Ward ] Monica HP: 36/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Big eyes. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 12:08 am
[MED BAY]
She hadn't had a chance to answer Kaethus (she tried to know everyone's name) before he disappeared from the medical ward. She shrugged; it didn't matter to her too much. Her attention was soon captured by Monica who was clearly injured in the altercation. It was just like the younger woman to jump right into the fray--the exact opposite of Greta in fact.
Greta smiled, the same faint smile she always smiled (she never seemed particularly bothered or excited about anything, just placidly optimistic, if that was a thing you could be when the world was crumbling around you and the undying nipping at your heels), and walked over.
"Monica," she greeted simply. She didn't even bother answering the question, of course she knew who to bandage up a wound. She gave Monica's arms a perfunctory once over, but she trusted the other woman to have cleaned them properly so she picked up the bandages and began her work silently, carefully, as meticulously and efficiently as she did everything she was good at.
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Character's name: Great Dean Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:29 am
[Mess Hall]
Gilda showed up to the mess hall that day with a vague sense of hopefulness. She was thirsty at this point, really damn thirsty and even the horrendous piped water was starting to look appealing. She wasn't hopeful there'd be any bottled water left, but you never knew unless you looked.
Besides, she had candy, quite a bit of it, perhaps even if she couldn't find any water she could rustle up a trade.
Or failing all of that maybe she could find out any news people had heard from the world outside.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 6:12 am
[Mess Hall] (Kitchen/Cafeteria Door)
Autumn always seemed so confident---around her nervous dancing around as the cook grabbed the cake ingredients, Joy Ann's thoughts momentarily colored with a hint of jealousy. Here she was, worried about doing the wrong thing, and Autumn was all 'let's make a cake'. Where did one even find the gumption to make a cake during a zombie apocalypse?! Far be it from her to disagree now that the plan of action was in motion though.
Torn between a desire to help with the treat and a need to figure out if someone was in the cafeteria, Joy Ann murmured, "Mrrrrr," and floated like a butterfly past Shaun into the pantry. Like a butterfly, not because she was like a boxer light on their feet but because she was flighty and about to abandon path at the merest change in air-patterns.
After swooping up a bag of flour, she flitted the other way around Shaun and went to plop the baking supply down next to Autumn on the counter top. "I'm pretty sure vinegar is only used with baking soda for leavening... I've only used it in bread and pie crust." If only baking hadn't brought her to the prison in the first place... Or maybe it was lucky that it had... Who knew what was going on outside the prison.
"It's one-fourth cup of applesauce per egg, usually, though, and two-thirds of a cup of honey per cake?" she offered the little bit of recipe knowledge her brain supplied, setting her cleaning towel aside as well to wring the hem of her dress in her hands. She floated over to the door that led to the cafeteria and pushed it open veeeeeery slowly just a bit so she could peek out into the large dining area.
She peered at Gilda around the edge of the door, half of her attention still on Autumn and Shaun's conversation, wherever it was headed. Should she invite the other woman to their conversation or just watch her like a creeper until she figured out what she was doing there? Spying for the Warden? Looking for food? Holding a clandestine meeting in an area of the compound that wasn't usually occupied during this hour of the day? Gilda was obviously up to no good, whatever she was doing. ...or Joy Ann was just beginning to be paranoid.
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Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:25 am
“Mmm! Honey cake... this is going to be great!” Shaun exclaimed, watching Joy Ann. In the time he'd known her – that is, the time he'd spent in the kitchens and NOT in the yard – He'd noticed that she was... jumpy. And a little flighty. “I wish we had eggs left. Part of a complete breakfast, right?” he followed her to the door and peered out from the pantry with interest. What had her so nervous this time?
“Looks like we're getting more people...” he said, watching as two men entered. There were about four people in the mess hall now, or entering, besides him and the two ladies. He studied Joy Ann's face for a moment. She looked... suspicious. Not herself, but of them? Hmm... What was worrying her? Shaun didn't like it when adults worried – that never ended well. So, obviously, he needed to see if he could ease her nerves a little.
“Hey,” he said, gently putting a hand on her shoulder, “Want me to talk to them? See whats up?”
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Gilda wasn't sure what was going on in the mess hall but from what she could see through the crack in the door Joy left there did seem to be quite a few people milling around and making an actual mess befitting of the name. She out of habit crossed her arms, inherently disapproving of wastefulness in such a time of scarcity when they should have been rationing what they had in tiny amounts. It was growing difficult to tell the staff from the inmates and she was immediately mistrustful and on edge.
"Have you seen any bottled water?" she asked coldly, cutting directly to the chase.
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
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