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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:24 pm
OOC: Are we starting off together or are we meeting one by one? Where are we? There needs to be some sort of solid back story for this to work.
Ie: It was a warm day on the streets of Detroit as i the pale 20 year old woman with hazel eyes and red shoulder length hair that i was, skirted between buildings. They didn't like the sun much, but it didn't stop them from coming out and one could never be too careful nowadays. But still, i figured there wasn't much to worry about since Bastian, my dog didn't seem to worried, and he usually gave me a fair warning when they were about. Suddenly i heard...Horse hoofs? Bastian ran back to my side hackles raised.....
~Or in third person~
It was a warm day on the streets of Detroit as Jewel, a pale 20 year old woman with hazel eyes and red shoulder length hair, skirted between buildings. They didn't like the sun much, but it didn't stop them from coming out and one could never be too careful nowadays. But still, she figured there wasn't much to worry about since Bastian, her dog didn't seem to worried, and he usually gave her a fair warning when they were about. Suddenly she heard...Horse hoofs? Bastian ran back to her side hackles raised.....
If you like that you can use it as my first post. But If you want something different you'll need a more solid start, something similar.....I've Role played a lot, with a solid year an a half of weekly D&D nights not to mention a weekend of LARP (Which i don't need to be made fun of for thank you) I'm also a fiction/ fantasy writer...That sounds like bragging, but i don't mean to I only mean that i'm willing to help when i can if you want.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:26 pm
OOC: I like the third person but Jasen might be typing
JAB: yo *whisles*
I told him to try not to do that but still do third person any way.
the begging will be confusing and chaotic but so will a real zombie attack so well be meating up at different times, as for setting just look aroud if you think thats realy important
As Master W tore through a small group of undead, dashed through a sand dune and trampled a bunny he came up on a small town. "Hmmm..." he thought to himself. "I wonder?" He whisles Leroy into motion and briskly moves into the town thats roughly ten miles in diamiter, with single story office buildings, local resterants and bussnesses. A few houses line the town they're, for the most part, single story, rustic style houses and by the looks of quality built in the 1980's and all with wrap around porches.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:41 pm
JAB: I still can't belive he came in on a horse neutral
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:11 pm
Master W trots Leroy down the street making observations, looking at the dilopedated hotels, the small car shop, making note of the only major convenent store, a circle K and comming across some thing that he deems nessicary to go into, a tavern.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:18 pm
Inside the tavern Jewel heard the horse coming down the road. Chancing a peek she saw that the horse already had a rider. Bastian, Jewel's husky growled in a low tone at her side.
"Hush Bastian." She told him "Zombies don't ride horses. Go lay down." He trotted off to her back pack and laid down in front of it.
She went back to the bar and poured her self a shot of whiskey and a glass of water. If the man was coming in the tavern, hiding would be stupid, because he'd find her. She might as well just stay where she was and welcome him with a smile and a shot. She poured another.
{ooc: We need to pick a tense. Past or present. I'm doing past tense which i prefer, but i can change.}
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:04 pm
Master W saw movment inside and he smiles." I might have some fun in this town yet. he thinks to himself. He makes his way inside seeing a girl and a rather large dog. For the most part the young woman was alive and so was the dog. "Well howdy miss." he says to the lady.
((it really dosen't matter as long as it makes sence we could do both but I don't particually mind if you do or not))
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:59 pm
this is my chance to have something to eat tonight JAb said to himself i'm going to have horse!!!
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 7:00 am
"Thirsty?" Jewel asked Nodding to the fully stocked bar
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 5:55 pm
"Gladly Miss." Master W said as he took an amber bottle from the shelf and pored himself a glass.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 9:26 am
"So, what brings you down the dusty trail, to this ghost town? Finding or fleeing?" She asked eyebrow raised
{ooc: Meaning "are you looking for someone/something or just trying to stay a head of the zombies?"}
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 6:12 pm
(( I know what you mean don't worry))
"Hunting" Master W replies with a smile, drinking the wisky. "May I ask you why your here?" he says poring himself another glass.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 4:44 pm
"looking for survivors" Jewel Said "My group got split up a few months back, so I've just been keeping on the move. I've got a bit of a skill with healing, and cool head. So I've kinda just been moving through helping folks out along the way, Keeping an eye out for anyone from my group who might still be alive."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:32 pm
"oh realy?" he replied. "Well in that case, what is the story behind the dog?" he asks looking at the behimoth of an amimal.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 6:09 pm
Name: Phoebe
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearence(How that char is dressed, what he/she looks like, etc): light brown skin, birght green eyes short cropped dark borwn hair, Tight fitting nutural shirts, close fitting knit pants
Race(like Japanese, american, Black etc): White
Personality: Caring motherly, can be fierce towards the ones she loves when problems arise
your Unique survival Skills: city survival skills, knows simple first aid
Yous Former Job (before the Zombie takeover): pastry shef
Anything special(survival techniques): cross bow
History: lost friends in a attack is keeping low trying to stay alive and find her friends
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 6:25 pm
Phoebe was a smart , lean , 20 year old woman who had survived the change. She had grown up hard and fast on the streets and had learned quickly to keep the past in the past and never look back, It was when you turned around that the monsters, both figurative and literally attacked your from the front, while you were distracted. So why she was walking along the streets of Detroit was beyond her, she had sworn she would never return to here. But Jewel was missing as well as the boys, and well, were else to look for them then home. She swiftly moved thru the barren streets, remembering a time when it wasn’t the zombies she had to avoid, and just as she remember when her feet remembered where. There the tavern stood tall and proud against the swiftly deteriorating city. Everything was painfully familiar, except for the horse. Moving swiftly and softly around the animal Phoebe walked into the tavern and drew up short. It was hard to keep the laugh down as there standing before her was the woman she was looking for. Phoebe opened her mouth to give a greeting when the door she had softly pulled open slammed shut behind her betraying her place to both Jewel and the man she was speaking with.
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