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★XXLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Hallway // Kitchen
★XXCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Mr. Wall-puncher and the Little Ray O' Sunshine
★XXHᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ██████████
★XXSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Hungry and Hungover
★XXIɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ: What a night...
★XXWᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Momo
★XXOoc: (( I need to find my muse again lol ))
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Much to some people's utter astonishment...Cecilia wasn't a doctor of any sorts. She had never studied in the field of psychology nor had she ever had any formal education of any kind on the topic of human behavior...but she knew enough about enough to pick up on a few important things in her life and it was those things that enabled her to tell when a person was angry, sad, scared or, in this particular case...stressed out of their ever-loving gourd. It wasn't hard to tell, honestly...When a man secludes himself in a room and begins to punch inanimate objects, anyone with half a brain could figure out that there was something going on deep inside, being kept bottled up to the near breaking point. She wasn't a snoop or anything but she couldn't help but beg the question just what was on the ol' corporal's mind to entice such unbecoming behavior at such an early hour in the morning? Bad dreams? Guilty conscience? Or perhaps...memories...?

Celia's eyes widened and she took a step back when the young man's head suddenly snapped up, blue eyes clouded with a look of surprise and bewilderment. She hadn't meant to catch him off guard. The last thing she needed was to get shot because she startled some poor guy in the middle of an emotional breakdown so that he mistook her for a walker or something worse. Instinctively the hollow pipe that she had been carrying at her side lifted a foot in front of her just in case she needed to protect herself....but luckily that was not the case. The man quickly seemed to resettle himself in reality. Lost in daydreams, Cecilia surmised. She had seen it tons of times....guys got to thinking about the life they used to have, the ones they left behind and they made themselves to tense that it nearly drove them mad. It was like waking up from a dream sometimes...or a nightmare, depending on the person. For a second, you can't breathe and nothing makes sense...but then you begin to recognize where you're at and who is there with you...and you always come back down in the end. As the man relaxed, so did Cecilia...she couldn't blame him for being so tense. This was the zombie apocalypse for Christ sake. Everyone had stress these days but, eventually he sighed looking less than elated that she had dropped by and rolling her eyes at her sarcastic little quip.

"Disagreement... right." was all he said before turning attention to his hand which looked like it had seen better days thanks to the newly formed hole in the wall that she could only assume he had put there. Cecilia glanced at it, then back towards the corporal wondering if she should even try to give "sentimental advice" but, ultimately, she decided against it...She wasn't exactly the squishy-feely type and she highly doubted the man was in the mood to hear much of anything she had to say anyway...few people were these days, really. They were far more fond of keeping to themselves and brooding or taking shooting lessons out on the spare bottles of alcohol that they left lying all over the place out in the yard. Cecilia, however, sought entertainment on a more social level. She longed to know people, to be with them, to hear their life stories, their goals, their ambitions, their dreams. She wanted to know what made them feel alive...It had been so long since she felt truly alive...she wasn't even sure what it was like anymore. Now there was only death...everyday just another day closer to being shot by bandits or having your throat ripped out by walkers or starving to death or worse... Cecilia closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath...She wouldn't think about any of that. Not now. Those thoughts got her no where. The only thing she needed to focus on right now was making it through another day. If she could do that...then she'd worry about the rest of it tomorrow..."Looks like it stings a bit..." she murmured as she opened her azure eyes once more, nodding down towards his knuckles and letting her pipe fall back to her side, in safety-mode, as she liked to think of it for the time being. "We might have a little bit of peroxide hiding somewhere around here." she suggested with a slight shrug. "Or the vodka in the kitchen might to just as well...I don't know. I'm not a...doctor or anything." Her voice trailed off without really making a point. In her own, unattached way, she was only trying to be helpful. It was the least she could do to occupy her time, anyway but before the corporal could say anything in response, rapid footsteps in the hall alerted her to someone's presence and she turned just in time to see the youngest member of the house-hold pop her head in, bright eyes all a glow to announce that she had made everyone breakfast before quickly turning and hurrying off down the hall, no doubt to alert the others as well. Cecilia watched her go with a slight smirk on her face. Kids....she couldn't say she had ever been particularly soft for them...but they did have their charm from time to time. That much she would admit. She looked up again as the corporal suggested that they should go eat before ever so casually shouldering past her and sauntering into the kitchen. Left in the doorway to her own demises for the second time that morning, Cecilia only scoffed with a light "Tch..." and a shake of her head. "Uhuh, it was nice talking to you to, Mr...." she mumbled to herself before swinging her pipe over her shoulder and turning on her heels to exit as well.

Though the hall, the light scent of food drifted past causing Cecilia's stomach to growl. The hangover was all but gone and the scent of breakfast reminded her just how hungry she was in the first place but by the time she pushed open the door to the kitchen, the corporal was already moving to sit down with a plate in hand. Cecilia watched him from her short distance for a moment...just watching in silence as he moved to put his hands together in prayer before second guessing himself and deciding against it....Yeah....that was common these days. Who the f*ck prayed anymore?...When there wasn't hardly anything left in the world to pray for? The blonde lowered her eyes and softly bit the corner of her lush, pink lips...not even noon yet and today was already sucking hard core....Oh well, she best find that coffee that the good doctor had suggested. Perhaps that would make things a little better. Crossing into the room, she strode past the table without a second glance towards the food set there. Yes, she was hungry...and yes, she would have liked to eat...but for as cold and heartless as people made her out to be, she still knew there were others in the house who probably needed the food more than she did, like the exhausted doctor and Sydney, so she merely pretended to be entirely uninterested by it until they had come to have their fill. Then and only then would she pick at the scraps if there were any left. She wasn't kidding herself these days...she had nothing left to live for...so no one would care if she died but the others still had a chance, still had a goal. They had to keep going...they just had to.

Stopping at the counter and opening up a few over-head cabinets, Cecilia propped herself up on tip-toes to try to see over the shelves. Curse her petite height. It was always a hindrance whenever she needed to reach something just out of her grasp. She glanced over the very few items within only to spot the coffee two shelves up and sighed. Today just didn't seem to be her day. Perhaps there was a spoon or something lying around that she could use to knock it off?

★XXLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Random Room // The Yard
★XXCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Just a bunch of Monkeys...oh wait. My mistake. They're just idiots. Wouldn't want to insult the monkeys
★XXHᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ██████████
★XXSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: slightly hungry and hungover
★XXIɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ: What a night...
★XXWᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Momo
★XXOoc: (( Let the *ss whoopin' begin ))
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Just another day, or at least so it seemed. Though breakfast had been only a few hours ago, it seemed like it had been ages judging by the empty feeling in her stomach. By the end of everything in the kitchen, she had decided to overlook food altogether and simply have the coffee that the Doctor had suggested. In hind sight, it was probably a poor decision as food was not something that was easily acquired or readily available in the house but it had saved plenty for those in the house that needed the energy more than she did...and that was the least she could do for everyone without being overly mushy and all that other cr*p.

After breakfast, the house had gone about its usual morning routine. It was quiet...or at least as quiet as it could have been in the old house full of semi-drunk, gun wielding zealots. Somewhere during the morning some idiot had fired off a gun, no doubt not having checked the safety properly though no one would own up to the mistake and the occasional revving of an engine could be heard somewhere out in the yard as a group tried to get the old farm truck up and running again. Cecilia, herself had spent almost an hour after breakfast tending to Momo...cleaning, polishing, and sharpening the knife-tip. When your life depended on an inanimate object that way...it only seemed natural to Cici to put a lot of attention into making sure it was in the best condition possible. In her opinion...some of the other men around the house could have used the same advice to care for their own weapons instead of carelessly firing them off whenever they pleased at whatever they pleased...but that was like whistling in the wind most times. She knew better than to think that people could change...if anything, she learned a long time ago that the opposite was true...People were set in their ways. They never changed and nothing she could ever say or do would make a difference in any of that. She simply didn't worry about it too much anymore.

After she had properly seen to the care of her weapon, she went about seeing to the care of her own body. Thankfully, her hangover had dulled a bit since she had awoken making her routine stretches and exercises a little less painful and sickening but the second strongest tool in her arsenal was her own body...and it wasn't like she got the figure that she had by sitting around and eating twinkies all day. It was important in the zombie apocalypse to remain healthy and able and Cici was a person who took pride in her figure so after a stint of routine workouts, she was finally able to take a deep breath, sit back and listen to her tunes. Lying on her back on a bed in one of the rooms, Cici's bright blue eyes blinked boredly as upbeat music poured through the earbuds crammed into her ears. With Momo at her side, she tapped her foot to the rhythm and took a deep breath. It was nice to be able to drown out the madness around you with the cheerfulness of a happy tune every so often and if there was one thing Cici ever hoarded in the insanity that was these...delicate times...it was batteries for her music player and nothing else. With a half sleepy yawn, Cici stretched and adjusted the headphones in her ears....but all of the sudden the music shut off causing Cici's eyes to open wide and glanced down at her music player with a look of aggravation. A dead battery signal flashed momentarily on the screen before the player went dead and Cici groaned in frustration before tearing the headphones out of her ears. "Son of a b*tch...of all the..." she began with an irritated grumble but the sound of something going on outside caught her attention and she paused, suddenly falling silent to recognize the sounds of...shouting and gunfire? Such sounds were not exactly uncommon around the house and Cecilia could only assume that it was the misguided deeds of a bunch of morons seeking to cure their boredom with a little target practice break.

Cecilia quirked an unamused brow. "Seriously...the people in this d*mn house, I swear..." she sighed bitterly to herself as her eyes narrowed. Rounds were being fired off one after the other and the sharp blasts were just enough to start to get on the young blonde's nerves. With a frown, she rolled off the bed with an irritated sigh. With all that noise, those idiots would wake the dead...or worse, call a huge hoard right to their front door. Little did Cecilia know how close she actually was to the truth until she reached the front door of the house and removed the locks kept there to keep walkers and unwanted guests out. Swinging open the door with all the righteous fury that only she could muster, she took a deep breath and glared out into the yard with cutting eyes. "HEY! *SSBUTTS!" she hollered out into the yard, gripping Momo tightly in the palm of her hand as her eyes adjusted to the rays of light spilling in from the sun. "CAP YOUR GUNS AND SHUT THE F-...Uhhhh!" she began to berate them with a barrage of insults but before the list of slanders could fully pass her lips, her ears heard the unmistakable sound of lifeless groaning and hissing that she only attributed to one source and one source only. Sh*t... Her water-blue eyes widened as they finally came to focus...upon a sight in the yard that made her heart momentarily freeze in her chest. The group of fellas who had been working on the truck only moments before were now all hollering and firing off rounds at what looked to be a large hoard of the undead who had just stumbled in from the south, their gaping jaws and flaps of rotted, peeling flesh made them an ugly sight to behold and with tattered clothing and stumbling gate, they slowly advanced upon the house, getting nearer and nearer no thanks to those morons who were already too intoxicated to get a proper head-shot twice in a row. "F*ck! Walkers!! WALKERS!!!" Cecilia began to shout at the top of her lungs into the house as if to give the "all hands on deck" call. The groans of the hoard were only growing louder the closer they got and, though running head on into a huge group of thirty or so undead was not exactly at the top of her list of things to do today. If someone didn't do something, they'd over take the yard in mere minutes flat. Gripping Momo at her side, she took a breath and headed out into the yard at once.

"NOT TODAY YOU SONS OF B*TCHES!" she shouted, whirling the lead pipe around between her fingers as though it were a baton. The first few walkers were easy to pick off, ones that had strayed from the groups to lead the mini army. "SHOOT ME AND I'LL F*CKING KILL YOU." was all Cecilia shouted at the gun-firing idiots all grouped together by the truck as she ran past them towards the first walker leading the pack. Raising the pipe, Cecilia brought the pointed tip down right in between the ugly b*stard's eyes. With a sickening, wet sounding squelch of the pointed tip piercing brain matter the walker went limp and Cecilia gave the pipe a hard yank, pulling the bladed tip out of its skull as it collapsed onto the grassy lawn. Another walker neared with outstretched arms and Cici gave it a firm kick to the chest, knocking it back to a safe distance to bring it down with two hard pipe hits to the head. With a bloody crack, it too collapsed and Cecilia glanced back towards the house with blood spattered hands. "A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE!" she hollered in suggestion. She was good but, come on, she couldn't take all these on just by herself. That would be suicide. She turned around just in time to narrowly dodge a walker who had made a lunge to grab her. Jumping out of the way, she escaped with the rotting hands only getting a grip on the front of the slightly oversized plaid shirt, pulling it too hard and popping the first four buttons at the top and exposing the majority of her chest much to her dislike. "Ugh! Pervert!" Cecilia accused the walking corpse and struck it hard with her pipe, knocking it to the ground and ending it with a diving stab through the skull. "Even in death, some men never learn." she somewhat mocked before pulling her blade from the monster's skull and swiping her hair from her eyes.

The doctors lackadaisical and some one sadistic conversation was distracted when he heard a commotion outside. Of course in this group of trigger happy idiots this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. However what turned the tide was the shout of WALKERS coming from the rather sultry woman who had been gracing their presence moments earlier. "Ah well look at that a chance to prove yourself." He said moving quickly from the door to grab a few things from the table including a rather nasty looking knife. "Come on"he said rushing out the door , his mind focused on one thing. Once out side his eyes turned to the dead walkers that a few others had already cared for before rushing over to where Cecelia was. Considering her condition earlier he was more concerned about her safety than the others. Besides, they had guns and if they got killed he could care less. He never was one to show it but of the idiots in this place she and his captive were of the few he at least tolerated. They made his stay in this place less of a drag that was to be sure. He looked her over to make sure she had no wounds before he turned his focus to the remaining hoard.

The bullets were flying wildly and he really wished he had a gun so he could personally shoot the holders. They were making too much noise. At least it was distracting the walkers from their position. Issac was a close range fighter at best. He was horrible with a gun but when it came to blades he had deadly accuracy. His approach was always one of stealth which was why this particular scenario was bothering him so much. For a second he glanced back to see if his 'room mate' had followed. Oh well he wouldn't call him stupid for staying in that room at least. He was a sadistic doctor yes but he was a doctor none the less. The sound of gurgling and snapping of teeth brought his head around with a force that he swore almost snapped his neck. A walker lunged at him. He looked as if he'd been a middle aged man. Good health and had he not been infected would have probably lived a long life. Oh well. They can't all be as lucky as the survivors. If you could call this life living. With his surgical precision. He lifted his blade and swiped once to the side of the head then once more cutting into the skull and sending bits of the bone and matter inside in various directions.

"It's too chaotic right here, we're in a bad spot"he said flatly his eyes searching around themselves for a better placement. If anything they needed to get up a bit higher. There was no way they could fight off all these things with a pipe and a cleaver. No way in hell.










Just another place to rot:Outside
What is your problem:Cecilia and the trigger happy idiots having fun with the undead
I'm fine:Frustrated but focused
Let me check:I always feel so self conscious about my posts I am sorry :I