Dahlia shrugged."I guess I could help. Not like I can do much else with this shoulder of mine." Her shoulder throbbed as she said the word. Dear lord her shoulder was sensitive - even to words.
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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 Burton #101View 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). CURRENTLY HAS AN INJURED SHOULDER.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:46 pm
[ Dorms ]
Hitsu nodded in acknowledgement to Cecil's words. "Hopefully."
His shift in attention had her looking toward Corey as well, even if she could only properly make out Cecil's words. "I'll go too... Wherever it is you're going." She raised her hand a bit, figuring that it was enough to confirm her decision as well.
[Eardrums damage. Cannot hear well at all. May be prone to ear infection.]
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:49 pm
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Liam was torn between the notion of self preservation, and the desire to keep other's safe. On the one hand, he didn't like the idea of anyone going off the radio tower to do this. Not only did he think it was a bad idea, but he knew the radio tower was crawling with undying and infected. He also knew with his leg, he was at a very distinct disadvantage, and could potentially become the unlucky sap that gets left behind while the rest of the group escapes.
He didn't want to do that.
This was a bad idea, from start to finish, and he didn't want to be a part of it. So, guilty as it made him feel, he shook his head, backing away from the others to slip slowly through the crowd to disappear back into the dorms.
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:55 pm
[dorms]
James had been, for the time being, content to watch the two women fawn over the wounded man-god. He could probably literally watch this all day.
"Yes, an ice pack would be -"
And then Corey was making an announcement. James' hand shot up immediately - the movement caused him to wince before continuing.
"If someone else can work those pesky knobs and buttons, I've been told I have a wonderful phone voice!" He beamed at the general assembly, oozing goodwill and peace to all mankind, et cetera. He rubbed his hands together. Things were getting exciting, and in a good way!
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 3:36 pm
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Harvard watched both Liam and Austin leave. If they were all going to die anyway, might as well take risks. What was the point in staying alive 2 more days, 3 more, a week, when he could do something that (at very least) would not be boring. He gave them a small but jaunty wave before turning his attention back to Corey.
"I don't mind making the call - if it comes through in a different language, then I might know it." Harvard did, after all, have varying fluency in 15 languages. "But if you'd rather someone else do it, I guess I'm okay kicking at things." This was said a little sourly, as Harvard hated that his arm was out of commission and somehow it just seemed so very much beneath him to be out, committing physical violence against weird things. He would much rather keep violence private, controlled. It was better.
He wondered if Dr. Kendall was around - he was feeling bored again.
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:37 pm
[ Dorms ]
Unfortunately, he'd been late to the voting process, getting caught up in the notes he'd been gathering... but Gillian was able to get there when volunteers were being rallied for. Luckily the voting had gone the way he'd hoped. It made sense to try and branch out, and gather more intel, after all. Staying stagnant like sitting ducks would get them nowhere.
Adjusting his glasses, his usual sharp, and firm expression composed on fair features, a hand was raised in acknowledgement, "I certainly want to be apart of this, to further ensure success." he stated clearly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:59 pm
[ DORMS ]
Harper stood there, her mind turned like jello as the two voices started to scream back and forth in her head. She could go, help the team out and defend those to get to the radio station, but she didn’t have full motor capabilities, and considering blood still soaked most of her bandages she was pretty sure she smelt like blood from miles away. Even worse she had voted for them to make the call and when it came down to it she wasn’t even willing to get her pudding legs to move. Looking around, others volunteered some better shape than she was, even someone willing to speak over the phone.
Movement caught her eyes, it was the same guy she had met doing the interviews, Liam. Looking back she headed in the same direction he had gone trying to catch up to him.
“Hey Liam wait up.”
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Severe blood loss, bandaged up for the most part on her head and arms.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:02 pm
[Dorms]
There was concern that fleeting across Cecil's expression when Hitsu volunteered to go. He felt it was safer for her here but knew well enough that once a decision was made there was no changing her mind. He just hoped he could keep an eye on her.
His smile grew, however, when he turned back to James. "You do have a nice voice." Cecil admitted, thinking nothing of the compliment. "Very soothing."
But since it was going to be a while before everything was ready Cecil decided to get a few things in order. "If you will excuse me. It was a pleasure James, I hope I get to see more of you around." He smiled in a way to show that he meant every word before he took his leave of the dorms for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:11 pm
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The voice calling to him made him stop, shoulders hunching every so slightly, like a kid being caught walking away from a broken lamp in the living room. hen her turned, however, he was smiling, albeit sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he waited for Harper to catch up to him. He'd have met her half way, but his leg...
"Hey Harper. What's up?" She could have been stopping him for purely innocent reasons. She also could have been stopping him to ask why he wasn't helping with the phone call thing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:21 pm
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Harper returned his smile, probably even larger considering she was using him as an excuse to get away from the rest of the group and the tower issue and the only way around it was to pretend it was all ok. Guilt was eating away at her, but she couldn’t do much of anything, she was literally nothing more than a walking target of fresh blood that said come find us I can’t get away. Maybe it really was all cowardice in the end though.
“How’s your leg? Do you need any help?” She walked over to him trying not to look behind her at the group. Maybe she should say something, like it’s ok for not volunteering, that she wasn’t either?
"I'll tag along too" Kammy piped up, not wanting to be left here by herself. She was going where the action was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:52 pm
[ DORMS ]
Oh, well that wasn't the question he was expecting, but he'd certainly take it over anything else she could have potentially asked in that moment. "It's not getting any worse. Which I guess is all I could ask for, given the circumstances." He'd worried about an infection, but what treatment he'd been given after the fact seemed to be keeping that at bay. Honestly, Liam wasn't even sure what had been done, since he'd passed out after wisely removing the piece of metal from his thigh himself. He;'d woken up all bandaged up. When he'd had them changed, there were stitches. Someone had done a good job on him, he just didn't know who.
As for help? "Ah, I mean," he started, dropping his hand. "Not need, really but if you're offing, I won't say no."
He frowned as he got a good look at her, the blood on her clothing and bandages. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:52 pm
"I can go and help guard," Dylan added. They would need all the hands they could get to guard from the undying and infected. The radio tower had been swarmed, and if they were standing around for this call, they were bound to be attacked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:06 pm
[Dorms]
As much as Ruia had been hoping the vote wouldn't go that way... Well, that was why there had been a vote. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. The question was, now, did she want to go with the party going to the radio tower, or did she want to stay back here in the university? The university was shelter and food (as well as they'd get, anyway), but out there was a potential chance at rescue, however small. And potentially ill-advised. There was a voice in the back of her mind pointing out that they were likely screwed either way.
The second question she had to ask herself was if she'd be worth anything to an expedition when she was having problems with weakness and dizziness. ...To that, she figured... well... what was the worst that could happen?
She could get killed.
But she was probably going to die either way, if she was frank with herself.
Maybe she could be bait or something.
"I'll go."
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] Jersey Number: 26 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes. She is currently suffering from bloodloss, with dizziness, fatigue, and difficulty completing tasks.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:32 pm
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The announcement of the majority vote was not met with any personal celebration from Caroline. It surely wouldn't be their only chance of escaping the confinement they'd chosen for themselves, but it was one chance, and she hoped there might be some benefit in taking this route. If not, she'd be safe, she assured herself. Everything had always worked out just fine for her before.
This sense of security was reaffirmed by her place in the mechanics for their plan - a piece required for function, a switch that couldn't go missing without the potential for negative repercussions. She grinned at Corey and nodded her understanding, fidgeting as she waited to see how they would all fit together in this machine of their own devising.
Which was not the most appropriate thing to have on her mind when her wandering eyes happened upon Harvard. With the casual grace of a focused feline, she stepped out of place and moved towards him.
"Oh, but you're injured," she cooed, examining him with a little pout. "Are you sure it wouldn't be best to stay behind? Particularly near the generators?"
