Shard got to her feet and shuffled into the Winchester. She immediately heard the news about 'Becca and collapsed into the nearest chair...
After a moment or two she noticed she was sitting opposite Calab who was nursing something uncharacteristically strong.
Shard took stock of her situation: she had finally finished her nth trip around the mall's safe areas. She had scavenged anything and everything that she could find and now looked over her pitiful hoard.
Two towels, two stale beers, an egg-thing, and a sweater. She crudely fashioned one of the towels into a backpack and secured the goods as best as she could. Once again, her left hand was hurting from the past few days exersions.
"Has there been any new news, Calab?" she asked quietly.
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Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:18 pm
G-Man left the bar after some time grieving over an appletini, excusing himself after coming to the conclusion that he needed a walk, and some time alone to process just how he was feeling.
Dwelling didn't help. Lashing out on others didn't help. Being a sarcastic a** on the radio certainly only made things worse, somehow.
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Later, after the parameter check he was told to do with Dasz, G-Man returned, without his usual amount of show and swagger. He grabbed himself a seat and waited, quietly, for once.
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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 8:26 pm
[Inside the Dorms]
Dazs watched his brother carefully. He didn't like it when Giuseppe got quiet - it meant things were weird, and he'd been having bits of quiet for some time now. Even with their jostling and joking, Dazs would go anything for his brother. Even if it meant being a d**k to divert attention away from heavy subjects or ******** punching someone. Just... whatever.
He didn't have anything against Megan. Well, not much. Dazs didn't appreciate her trying to use him as some kind of guilt trip against Giuseppe, especially when the information was all wrong. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose where his glasses sat. Might as well contribute early and sit back and listen later.
"So I heard - if you touch vines and thorns and stuff it's extra bad and infecty. And there's a particular type of undeadish thing out there that's covered in vines et cetera. So I'm thinking we should be extra careful around that kind; try not to touch it too much."
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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: Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:31 pm
A nerve worked in Jeff's jaw as someone sauntered up and assumed control, but he deferred. He always did, to Guy's choices, for better or for worse, no matter what hot water that landed them in.
"Drink?" he asked Eights. "A few kids have stuff they can tell you. Megan, Sunny, mostly. The kids with radios, stuff about a showdown, and the junkyard. More of 'em have been lucky. I'll let 'em talk for themselves."
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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.
Of course, G-Man had been paying attention to his radio nearly constantly, even if he hadn't always contributed to the conversations that were going on.
"Dunno if it mean's much, but seems like some groups fixin to play some kinda game, maybe in zone 2. They were callin it BINGO, and them j-yard kids seemed to know somethin bout it. Maybe we could bribe em for some info."
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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
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:05 pm
Calab twitched at the new voice. People moved when it was needed, here was suppose to be when you could break free of that animalistic survival mode. No good came from always being on a hair-trigger. The 'flumph' of someone taking the chair nearest him diverted his attention away from the man in the corner though. It took a moment to realize it was the woman who'd dragged him back to the safety of the mall several weeks ago, after his... break... He hadn't really seen her after that. "Zone One opened, I guess you've been out of the loop?" He shook his head. "After that many, many things have happened." He would fill her in later if she pushed for more information.
His focus returned to the man in the corner, who was now standing near Jeff. He wanted to pat Megan on the shoulder, but he'd lost the drive to comfort anyone. So he stood, "Like I said, I haven't heard anything, I don't have the connections. But there are undying out there covered in thorny vines, don't know if it's the same stuff growing all over the city, but I've seen it myself, I fought one. Took it down, but that's only a temporary reprieve."
Calab sat the empty glass on the bar counter.
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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.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:38 pm
[ SOME TIME LATER - Inside the Bar ]
The brothers certainly didn't know she'd brought up the raid in an attempt to get their idiot mother to shut up. As far as Megan was concerned she didn't have anything of substance to say, just some sarcastic quip whenever anyone said anything. And encouraging their behaviour. Ugh. She had it out for Dazs now for making a sexual joke at her transmissions while she was running with Granny. At least, she would if they weren't basically in a war zone. Petty grudges would get her killed. But some tiny part of her hoped it would get one of them killed if it wouldn't put them at a disadvantage.
But honestly, she was just really, really tired. She hadn't slept at all. After she ran out of emotions to burn through after their announcement she'd just curled up in a defeated ball in her store. Every time the lights flickered or a rat ran through the darkness in the corner of her eye, her brain would go haywire and she'd fall right back into that state of abject terror that had gripped her when Rebecca died. As far as she was concerned, every dark corner in the entire city could house one of those things, lying in wait to eat her. And when it was quiet, she couldn't stop her brain from repeating that awful moment over, and over, and over...
She was in a corner of the bar, sullenly examining her radio. It looked a little more battered than usual, like it had been hurled at something and somehow survived. She also had a noticeably different set of earbuds. She didn't look up from scrutinizing the device while others gathered in the bar.
"The undying are mutating. The shadow that ate Rebecca wasn't the only anomaly," She picked at her nails a moment before going on. "There have also been reports of the undying combining together into mutant amalgams. Among them a giant eyeball with teeth, and a massive horse.
"There is also" -- and she looked up just so, warningly -- "a 'lottery' coming up, according to the Harbingers. 'With this many new faction cows running around, it's gonna be good', they said. I'm going to assume it's got something to do with the next zone."
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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 10:02 pm
[ entering ]
It had felt like forever until her jaw began to feel like normal. There was the expected tenderness as she moved it in any fashion (eating, drinking, talking) but it at least didn't feel like a thousand needles stabbing into her mouth or just wanting to rip it off and be done with it.
It had also been a while since she'd been inside the bar, and only entered when it seemed like a few of the others had been going in for some reason or another. Maybe another dull meeting? More annoying news? If anything, maybe if she got in there she could try to get another drink from the bartender or ask about new clothes.
Lease didn't expect to hear what she heard when she neared Megan, "wait.. Rebecca?" Wasn't that the girl that. The teenager stood still, her face moving through a multitude of emotions before it settled on confused, "wait.. what? Something.. ate her?" Her mind was starting to go into comic book logic mode, no body... maybe she wasn't going to believe it. Skepticism now appeared in her eyes.
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled.
Megan was talking when they entered the bar, she led Jeff to somewhere to sit and listened til she finished with her words. "Ok, Jeff, we can continue with our talk now." How Rebecca died, she didn't say welcome back to her yet.....with the cheerful smile. She didn't know her well, but her enthusiasm was something nice in a cruel world like that. She was warm.
She kept her promise and got back safely, but how Gretel would know she didn't. She can't show it, she had used to be composed and calm no matter what, because she only had herself.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ]
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:21 pm
[ ENTERING ]
Drew felt like s**t, if anyone bothered to ask him, but at least his shoulder had finally stopped swelling up and he could properly move it now. It was still a little sore, but he'd live.
He wasn't entirely sure what it was about but he saw people flocking to the Winchester so he followed them in, only trailing behind Lease by a few feet. What he heard just as he came inside stopped him in his tracks for half a second before he hurried over to where Megan was, taking a spot just beside Lease. He kept his mouth shut but his face was a mixture of anger and grief and confusion. Ate? Who? One of theirs?
"Someone got eaten?" he asked with caution.
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Character's name: Andrew "Drew" Hale Character's faction: Mall
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium build, 6'1" and a lean 159lbs. He sports light skin (that's more prone to tanning but he can still get sunburns if he's not careful), chestnut brown hair that he keeps short and only haphazardly styled, and light, hazel-brown eyes.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:42 pm
Ritsa's eyes flashed to Jeffs hand momentarily, partly because she wanted to comfort him in some way. Even though that was probably impossible on it's own, and before she could pat his hand in a poor attempt to acknowledge his feelings some of the other mall rats were returning. Some bearing news she hadn't heard, most of it was stuff she had already been listening too.
Her attention turned to Calab as he spoke about thorny vines. "You didn't touch any of them did you?" She questioned briefly. Assuming for the better than he had been smart enough not to touch them. Her eyes then turned to the strange masked individual. Then to those who responded. It was all the same information she wanted to say, they just managed to get there first. But it did feed off of the information she had given moments before. "Why not join us 8's." Ritsa asked turning her attention to the masked individual. "I'm sure the arcade can handle itself for a little while."
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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 10:47 pm
[ ENTER ]
She was practically out of breath when she made it back to the mall from the radio tower. She opted to keep the news she found out on the radio to herslef, cause what if some one else told? She would feel like an a** for repeating what they just said. Leiah looked around, spotting a familar head full of black hair, letting out a sigh of relief. Drew had made it back safely. She was about to say hello until she felt how...tense and quiet the atmosphere was.
What happened while she was gone?
She opted to sit on the other side of Lease with a small smile, then it dropped.
Did she just hear what she thought she heard? Some one was eaten? A fellow mall rat died?! What?! Oh god! She waited to see just who got eaten, sinking down to sit on the floor.
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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...
Touch them? Calab looked at the girl speaking to him, unconsciously tugging at the sleeve to his coat. "I- fought with one. It's hard not to get a bit scratched up." It was nothing bad, they were probably already disappearing, like the black eye was getting less swollen even though he'd done nothing much for it. If she was talking the 'normal' vines... "I don't think anyone has tried getting past the vines for a while now, not that I know of." He didn't know, it was all assumption on his part. Who knew what people were doing out there right now.
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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. *Rank Costume - Skunk - all the fake fur and none of the boobs, A very well made skunk costume, with a hood, tail, hip wrap, leg wraps and arm wraps.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:16 pm
"What's all this about Bingo, an' there not bein' any hope of livin'?" Came a familiar twang from the bar, Rich's boot heels thudding as they hit the floor from his barstool, a dark pour of rum in hand. "And what did ya say... about Becky?"
Rich had only seen one person gunned down before; a young officer, male, naive and all happy about joining the force. You'd think the boy had just unwrapped a new Smith and Wesson for his birthday. Rich was his first, and last, partner. The kid went out guns blazing on a drug bust, a meth lab out of some yahoo's trailer, and got himself a nice piece of lead in the skull.
But it sounded like Becky got a whole lot worse. "The hell is goin' on here, Jeff? New guy? The hell are we up against?"
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
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"Uh, no, thank you..." 888 turned toward the bar, holding up a hand, and seemed to take a moment to remember who he was talking to. The Arcadians were not known for being particularly social. "... John?"
The beginning of a beautiful friendship, this.
"Hm. I can believe it. That plant is definitely not normal." Dasz's information was at least something new after weeks of confusion and guessing, and important to keep in mind. 888 crossed his arms. "Okay, here's a new rule for all of you Mall Rats. Don't touch the vines, don't touch the thorns. Don't touch any thing or creature that looks dangerous. Should be basic human instinct, but... well, you'd be surprised."
"A game?" This seemed to get 888's attention, and his masked gaze snapped toward G-Man. He sounded... excited? "I don't trust the junkyard, but if it means an advantage, then fine. Pay them."
Calab got a short sigh. "It'll be back again. None of our weapons can kill them permanently. That's what makes whatever those bandits have so... intriguing."
888 was quiet for almost half a minute after Megan's explanation, thinking quietly. There wasn't much he could say to that, except: "That's not good."
"Oh. No, thank you." His response to Ritsa's offer was quick and flippant. "I don't drink during an apocalypse. Dulls my reflexes."
"Yes, Rebecca is dead. It's very sad and we can all be very sad about it in about six days." 888 was no longer even trying to come off as empathetic about the recent loss. "I'm 888, her replacement. I'm taking over the duties she is no longer, uh, capable of handling."
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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.
