Dazs had been watching his brother hit on the prissy rich girl. Man, he had no taste. But her response had him rising off his chair, before he grabbed his ribs. Instead, he settled for a muttered "b***h" and calling out to his brother "Let me know if you bring that back, so I can be gone!" He huffed before swinging his gaze around for their one and only bartender.
"Jeff - can I have some whiskey? A man's gotta get the burn in his belly to fix his ribs." This was all said quite hopefully - it was something he'd read in a magazine.
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Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:20 pm
[ Inside The Bar --> Exiting the bar ]
Leiah smiled at both of the girls before stretching and heading out of the bar towards Spencers. She was tired and she needed some rest before they head out.
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Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time. Status: Leiah recently had her jaw dislocated so talking is difficult. Zone one Status: She has an injured arm that was dislocated, but has been snapped back into place. She still cant move it though...
Anyone inside the bar would see a very haggard Megan dragging herself into the bar, guiding Granny with one hand and gripping her radio with the other. She was struggling to breathe, and while she looked a little roughed up, her face looked like she'd looked into hell itself.
"Just... ran... Zone.... 1....."
At that point she ran out of breath. She let go of Granny's arm and slumped to the ground, trying to refill on oxygen so she could speak.
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Zone Injury: Cracked ribs. Takes heaving breaths. When not actively doing anything, she one tries to keep hand on her right side to protect herself from further damage.
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing what appears to be pale green scrubs and some runners that might have been white a month ago. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:55 am
Granny burst into the bar, panting still being lead by Megan.
"We bring terrible news everyone." Granny walked now, up to the front of the bar.
Granny wasn't crying. She had passed tears long ago. That was why she was still alive. Tears only came in the dead of night knowing she was burying the next generation before herself.
"Another of our people have fallen. A great warrior taken by battle." yes that sounded right. A warrior. She had gone down fighting, trying to survive, helping the group.
"Rebecca is dead." They did not bring the dead back with them. Not with the infected walking about, not with the undying. Though in this case Granny wasn't sure there was much left to bring back.
A small voice came up from the floor to add, "She was... helping us... with undying.... defeated it... but..."
Was that a tiny whimper?
"Shadow rose up... teeth......."
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Zone Injury: Cracked ribs. Takes heaving breaths. When not actively doing anything, she one tries to keep hand on her right side to protect herself from further damage.
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing what appears to be pale green scrubs and some runners that might have been white a month ago. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 3:17 am
Done with her announcement Granny realized that she had not just lost Megan because they were there, but because she was in shock. It hit her, but only now that they were safe. Good, her survival instincts were good.
Granny came back down and sat on the nearest chair. "Come here, give Granny a hug." she might be feeling the after shocks too, were her hands shaking? You would think she would be more used to it by now after day zero.
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Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She is wearing a super man cape and carrying a shovel. You can call her super granny. 2d8-6
There's a rumor going around the mall that some extra supplies are being won through a claw game in the arcade.
Better head over there today, and bring some arcade tokens - you can't play if you don't pay.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 4:22 am
Megan's eyes had glazed over a little while she unconsciously curled up into a shaking ball on the floor, but she reached up blindly until she found Granny and pulled herself over. She didn't have all that much energy left to pull herself to her feet or anything, but she managed to sort of cling awkwardly to the older woman anyway.
"It came up... and bit her in half... Her legs were still twitching when I ran."
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Zone Injury: Cracked ribs. Takes heaving breaths. When not actively doing anything, she one tries to keep hand on her right side to protect herself from further damage.
Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing what appears to be pale green scrubs and some runners that might have been white a month ago. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
Granny pulled her up into a hug. "You save my life. Got us both out of there. Thank you for keeping a clear head back there and prioritizing what was important. Your live, my life. We are alive thanks to you." She was heavy but Granny didn't care, she pulled her into her lap and stroked her head like she did back in the day when her kids where little and scared of monsters in their closets.
When the scariest thing was the robber who broke in and she had to chase them off with an unloaded gun. When she sat up the rest of the night holding that same gun, now loaded and waiting even after the police came through. Her husband out of town, she was their mother and their protector.
That night when she sat with 3 kids curled around her and didn't sleep a wink until Charles returned home from his business trip two days later. She longed for those days when the scariest things were things you could shoot or hit with a broom and they would stop moving. When you could fight things by being scary back.
"It's ok now sweetie. We are safe now." she lied. They weren't safe, not really but they were as safe as they could be here.
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Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She is wearing a super man cape and carrying a shovel. You can call her super granny. 2d8-6
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:04 am
G-Man inhaled sharply through his teeth, a mock expression of pain furrowing his brow as he held both of his hands up in an "I surrunder" position.
"Dayum, gurrl, you cold when all you gotta be is chill."
When his brother called over towards him, he turned, laughed, shook his head, and winced at the pain that doing so caused him. "She'd need to be removin that stick first, ya know?" He said, more than loud enough for her to hear. "Thinkin she all fly an shiz just because she some hotty totty rich bizzle. Gurl needs to loosen up."
He went to the bar then, for his daily appletini, and sat down next to his brother, taking a long sip.
"How you holdin up, bro? Things always seem wors---" He began, when his words were interrupted by the sudden and rather worrying entrance of Megan and Granny. His head whipped around, and he winced again, letting out a gasp of pain and closing his eyes against the dizziness and nausea that rolled up with the quick movement. It took a moment for the wretched feeling to pass, and as soon as it did he was on his feet, moving towards the senior and the woman, or maybe teenager? He couldn't tell., on her lap.
"Whatchu say?" He asked, because hearing wasn't always believing, or at least, not right away.
"...Becca?" No, no. That couldn't be right. Not Lil Becks!
But they had no reason to lie. And if she was torn in half, like Megan's stammering seemed to indicate, then it wasn't exactly an are you sure situation.
G-Man's face had gone pale, and this time, the nauseous feeling that swept over him wasn't just from the blow to his head. He reached out a hand, one that trembled, and laid it on Megan's shoulder.
"H-Hey." His voice cracked a bit, and he swallowed, pushing down how he was feeling, steeling himself, taking a deep breath. "You're here now, kay? You're safe here." His gaze slid to Granny, who was doing all she could to comfort the much younger woman. And because he couldn't help himself, because even though they really, really had no reason to lie about it, asked anyways.
"She dead for real? Like...real?"
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Character's name: G-Man St Pierre Character's faction: 4 - Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GMan St PierreView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER -Perfect, slightly up-swept chestnut brown hair, perfect honey brown eyes, perfect smile, great looks, 5'8" tall, tanned, lean but muscular frame (perfect body yo! And he doesn't do bench pressies, okay dawg? He only does reps!). -Currently wearing white shutter shades and a purple pimp hat as part of his rank 1 uniform. See av for something close-ish
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:16 am
[Enter] Ritsa had heard some strange things over the radio lately. Having been worried about the rest of the mall rats she had come to know she had made her way back towards the winchester. "Hey, I don't think we are getting out of this in seven days. I'm fairly certain we will all be dead in that time. I heard over the radio with the bandits. Here I have stuff written down." Tilting her head to the side Ritsa felt she needed to make a quick statement as she pulled the paper form her pocket.
"Don't ask where I got the pen and paper. oh here... you don't know me but I'm here to help you. Don't listen to anything they tell you. They have it wrong. -- Listen closely. -- undying are not the problem. The thorns are. They cannot be destroyed. Avoid them -- contagious -- do not touch. -- spread. That's how the virus replicates. -- too late for you. They will not let you leave." Fumbling with the odd pieces Ritsa looked around her eyes narrowing. "Where is ever- Becca is dead!?"
Ritsa shoved the paper she had open in her pocket and promptly pulled out a radio. "Don't ask where I found it. I couldn't tell you. I heard something over the radio, we better be prepared... something about bingo in zone 2 or 3 and the junkyard was arguing with them."
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 1:21 pm
[Inside The Bar]
Calab waved over Jeff, it felt like forever the last time he'd been sitting in the Winchester. "Just... something strong if you have any left." He'd never really drank, so he didn't know what to order. Between only just hitting eighteen and up until Day Zero always being on medication that one couldn't drink with, he'd never had the chance.
Calab hadn't sat there very long at the bar before things picked up again as people burst into the bar. He swiveled around to look at the pair, a teen girl and the old woman with more moxie than many of the others put together. He caught the words 'zone one' before the real news hit. They'd lost someone. It'd been- well he wasn't sure any longer, just he hadn't been told of any deaths lately. It made it all the worse, when the end seemed to be looming on the horizon.
What little color that Calab had, had drained away, and his green eyes seemed dull. "I'm sorry." He hadn't been there, he didn't know if that would have changed anything, he had no reason to be apologizing beyond that was the only way he could cope. He hadn't spent much time with anyone, most of the people in the room right now he might recognize, but couldn't give you their names. He stuck to the edges of the group tending to go unnoticed, less people worried if he went missing for long times that way.
He raised a hand, wanting to be more reassuring. Others were louder in their reaction. Calab couldn't even make himself get down from the bar. Others were there, they were the ones taking care of things, like always. He didn't open up, he couldn't. He just watched out for himself, like always... like in the before...
It might have been a slip of persona, it might have been the need to not stay like he was before. Not many people could tell with Calab. He found the will to move. He slipped from his seat and sat down next to the gathering people around the two news-bringers. Things were not alright, but... "Mourn and never forget." He said softly. It was alright to mourn, people needed it. He looked over at the others. "We'll keep moving forward, together." He was loosing what had made him move in the first place, Calab swallowed hard and his eyes drifted to the floor, leaving him sitting there with them quietly as things continued on around him.
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Suffering a black eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. *He is off his meds, and suffers from MPDD (multiple personality dissociative disorder) - intense mood swings, impulsive behaviors, and severe problems with self-worth. Characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities, an inability to recall key personal information, memory variations, headache, amnesia, time loss.
Jeff looked positively stricken with grief at the news, taking a heavy seat on a barstool. With shaky hands, he poured himself a drink, whiskey splashing over the rim of his shot glass.
A moment of weakness, as it were, exposed and raw. He was flayed open, down to the nerve. She was young. Too young. He never should have let her take any sort of charge.
Downing the shot, Jeff poured himself another one, a harrowed look shadowing his face.
He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, and in the distance heard mortar shells from twenty years ago, eyes distant. Shaking his head, he listened in for Ritsa's words, about the other zones.
"This is good knowledge, Ritsa. Thanks for sharing." Shakily, Jeff slid two tokens across the bar to her, his smile wobbly at best.
Jeff gave Calab a generous pour of whiskey, grim. "We've got no choice. It's what she would have wanted."
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Character's name: jeff Character's faction: mall - assistant Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: JeffView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJeff the Bartender is tall and sturdy, wearing aviators and, in fact, an entire police get up indoors... A sexypolice get up. It's seen better days, sure. There's blood stains here and there, and some bits are frayed. Especially at the shoulders, because boy, the gun show has been brought.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:08 pm
Calab looked up at the words. "Aa." He nodded. There was a honey colored drink held out to him. He had asked for a drink, hadn't he. He took it from Jeff. "Thanks. Look, I might not be-" He stopped an tried again. "If I can be of any use to you... let me know." He said before attempting to sip the liquid. He instantly started coughing, loosing some of the drink to the edges of his coat. Part of his mind knew it was suppose to burn, he'd still not been ready for it. Couldn't hand it back... Calab downed the remaining alcohol in one gulp.
Now focused outward instead of in, Calab spoke when he got back through what the girl with the radio was saying. "I don't know about the undying anyone else has ran into, but when I was in zone one I ran into one that looked... covered in thorny vines."
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Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. *He is off his meds, and suffers from MPDD (multiple personality dissociative disorder) - intense mood swings, impulsive behaviors, and severe problems with self-worth. Characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities, an inability to recall key personal information, memory variations, headache, amnesia, time loss.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:07 pm
"We don't have time for this," a distorted voice from the corner of the room complained. The owner of the voice in question hadn't been drinking anything, but had a radio sitting beside him that was making quiet static sounds. He quickly pocketed it and resumed tapping his gloved fingers on the table in a repeated pattern. "I'm sorry about Rebecca, I really am, but you can mourn her after this is all over."
The expressionless mask didn't help with being able to tell if he was that sincere about it.
"Oh. Right. Introductions, huh. I'm 888. I've been on arcade duty up until now. Guy said you people needed help down here and he wasn't kidding." Three-Eights scratched at the side of his mask before standing up and walking over to where Jeff was pouring drinks. "I want to know what's been going on. Anything you've seen or heard that might give us the advantage in surviving this."
"Anyone?"
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Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
