Elliot managed to catch the gist of the yelling and his usual grin spread. The news was great - but the free drink was even better. He pushed his way through the crowd, miraculously managing to grab an empty seat at the bar. The smell of all these bodies pressed into one bar would've disgusted anyone if they hadn't become accustomed to the stench. He gave a polite head tilt towards Jeff. "Something strong, Bartender. Something we can celebrate with." Something was slid his way in a short cup he was certain was a repurposed sippy cup. He didn't see Jeff pour it and he wasn't entirely sure it wasn't home-made. Still, bottoms up.
COUGH. WHEEZE.
It burnt and he slammed his fist on the table before sliding the glass back, fingers signalling for two more. To his left, sat a girl and he turned to her with a smile spread across his face. "And what will you do in seven days when this all blows over?" The glasses slid down the counter and he grabbed them, sliding one her way. "Assuming the information is true, that is. We can hope, right?" He stared at his cup, cartoon characters faded with use - was it from the patrons of the bar or was it from the previous owner? He shivered a little and downed it. This time he was ready for the burn and he only made a face. The grin returned and he raised his empty cup, shaking it a little. "Bottoms up, girly, we're celebrating." It wouldn't' do any good, bringing down the mood.
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Character's name: Elliot Orford Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[_] Character's survival stats: [_] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Elliot is tall (6'0") with a slim, athletic but doesn't need to work out cause he's that kind of a*****e build. His hair is light brown and is long enough to tie back and he wears it in a man bun (no ragrets). Often seen with a dopey grin.
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Gretel was waiting for her drink when the guy next to her talked, with her hand supporting her head, she simply turned her head to him. The composed lass gave him a quick skim and parted her lips. "You're not paying attention to that guy, we need to get our costu....uniform." The flat tone was cold but it didn't seem to include any negative meaning. "After the uniform, I guess - secure where to sleep and then go for the Arcade, I hope they have some good games." She adjusted her glasses and sighed, thinking of her unfinished zombie game at the dorm.
"You know there's a Daniadown?" The grey eyes glanced at Elliot when she asked, "I'm gonna grab some pillows, bedding stuff and plushies. I've already searched the mall once and marked down the stores those are safe." She curled her hair behind her ear and touched her earring idly.
Her drink didn't come yet, so she held her hand into a loose fist to tap against the cup printed with fading graphic. Seven days might be longer and harder than one would perceive, but there was no point to ruin the celebratory mood for nothing. "How about you? How you'll spend your days here?"
Notwithstanding the fact the student seldom smile, she wasn't actually introverted. Just she preferred more personal time than normal people.
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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 ]
Seven days. That bit of news was something that Lease could be happy about. Who cared about more of the stores being open when they could finally be released from this lock up? No more having to wear minnie ears for their pleasure (at least the leggings were okay), no more having to listen to the herd. Maybe the internet would be back as well.
But first.
The short teenager eyed the bartender and gently tipped the brim of her sunglasses, "gimme something strong." Would he serve to a minor, even during this whole fiasco? Worth a shot.
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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.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:54 am
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G-man had entered the room with his usual amount of swagger, the morning doldrums he had awoken with having melted away until what was left was a man who, for all intents and purposes, seemed a lot happier and more confident than he had any right to to feel given the circumstances.
"Heeeeeeey, what is uuuuup, my peeps!" The words were accompanied by a spreading of his arms to either side as he scanned the room.
"Jefffff, my man with the plan! How you doin this fine day, home boy? Rich, looking good, buddee." One hand gun and a wink directed at each of them before he sidled up next to Granny, "Hey baby, how's my favourite, and by far the hottest senior citizen? Respect, grams, respect!" He beat a fist against his chest and pointed at her before spinning on his heel and making his way to the bar.
"So, how bout you lay down an appletini for me, bro? I needs me some alchy, stat! For realisies, yo!"
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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
It has been one whole month since the Infected took over, another day on survival.
Karou stretched as she got up for the day, ready to...do something. Putting on her boots and picking out her pack, she just left EB Games and headed down towards the Winchester, a gathering place for information and eating.
[Enter]
Entering the Winchester she can see a small group already there, getting an early start?
She paused at the Wanted board, as always, and was a bit surprised to see a wanted poster for a person instead of an item.
Taking mental note, she sat down at the bar..."Something sweet please, non alcoholic to be preferred."
She looked around, listening to what other's have to say.
She nodded without saying a word to the teenager who just came in and looked at the auburn braided twin pigtails girl with blue eyes.
"Where is your place at? Mine is at EB Games. My old work place."
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Karou is basically free for interaction.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:11 am
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Calab thoughts were still shifting between memories of home and the ever present worry that the mall would be attacked. He hadn't been able to get anywhere during the early days of the Virus, so he didn't know if his family had survived, gotten the heck out of town, or fallen to the infected. He'd seen a few faces he knew from school... all on shambling bodies. Calab shuddered and pushed the thought away.
The Mall was still standing, so it hadn't fallen around his ears in the night. The Winchester was looking busy, as usual. Calab was at a table glancing around to see what was happening today, then to the TV to see if anyone had ended up in the Gladiator Ring already.
Calab's attention though quickly fell to the blond guy, er.. Guy... who had suddenly rushed into The Winchester shouting as he went. Guy was up on the counter and striping- Calab downed his head. He wasn't ready for this, he'd hardly gotten woken up! He was about to shout he didn't want to see that but Guy was shouting to the gathered crowd, that wasn't cat calling. Calab hazard to look back up.
The Costume was a bit distracting, what on Earth? Calab tried to focus beyond that and hear Guy's words. Wh- no he really did hear. The rest of the stores were open, no more bunking down in the first empty space with who knows who each night? And he wanted everyone running around like kids on Halloween.
As the last of the news, seven days, just seven more days sank in, Calab didn't even notice the switch. Anyone sitting close enough might notice the blown look in his eyes or hear the low giggling, "My hearts racing, pumping, pumping through it all. Can't you hear it?!" He stood, hands on the table before him. The giggling was getting louder. At the mention of free drinks and costumes, there was a sway in his motion, like one unsure of were to go.
Calab blinked.
When had he stood up? Augh, not again, he hated when he lost time! A few people might have been looking at him, then again it might just be Calab worrying that he'd done something weird, or dumb, or violent... Guy was still up on the counter, that was a good sign he hadn't been out of it for long this time. He still couldn't remember Days Seven through Nine when his meds had finally left his system completely. He just remembered coming back to himself a bloody mess, missing everything he'd managed to get a-hold of during the early raiding of the mall. He didn't even have the cleats he'd bought on Day Zero, that had become some odd sort of symbol of hope that things would go back to normal if he just survived long enough.
Calab sat back down slowly. He put his head on the table. "Today is going to be the day that changes everything," he mumbled to himself, now he just had to make it happen.
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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.
"Well," Jeff said, fishing up a cheap, mostly empty bottle of Jim Beam, "you'll get a single, I'm afraid, Rich. Bossman's orders: One drink. One serving. You'll get more tomorrow, if you like." He slid it across the bar towards the Filthy Fellow, nodding his head once. "Nothing personal, Officer."
Next was Gretel, a girl both slender and quiet, although she was as tired as the rest of them. He reached back to grab a bottle of mostly-cold Mike's Hard Strawberry Lemonade, popping the top off with a bottle opener. "Low alcohol content. Mostly tastes like a fizzy drink with a bit of a bite. If you want something stronger, let me know tomorrow."
Subconsciously, Jeff leaned away a little bit from Granny, in case she decided to do something like grab his pecs. You could never be sure. "I'll pass, Granny," he said, mixing her up a martini that was more gin than vermouth, and definitely lacking an olive, setting it down in front of her. "But you know I appreciate the offer, ma'am."
"Amen to that, sister." Jeff fetched another bottle of the Mike's Hard for Ritsa, this time a plain Lemonade flavored, opening it for her as well. "Your help's appreciated. Guy's a good- uh." He blinked behind his mirrored aviators, clearly unused to dealing with someone named Guy, even after a month, "Guy. We just want to keep this place going long enough to get out of here in one piece with our right minds."
Jeff raised his brow at the next one who hit him up, and he had said that IDs were moot, at this point. So Lease, who certainly looked her age, got a shot of whiskey for herself as well, shrugging. Drinking age was only 18, after all.
"Guy's the man with the plan," Jeff corrected, stern without any real bite, because it was G-man, and he was...well, it was G-man. "Let me see what I can do." He turned, digging around to see, holding up some apple brandy and vodka. "It appears to be your lucky day, sir." The drink was slid his way in a glass, and Jeff just shook his head.
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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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Jeff offered Karou a can of coke, almost-cold. "None of that diet crap here. It's the end of the world, and all that s**t."
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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.
Karou took the drink and nodded. "Wouldn't take the diet stuff if there is some anyway. Need all the sugar and caffeine."
Karou looked...at the guy that just came in. Purple Pimp Hat on and Shutter shades....she has no words. Yet he had that prefect physique about him...
She shook her head. No. She is not going there.
She scooted aside as he made his way to the bar and ordered a drink
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:43 am
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One entire month was an awful long time for a child to be walking around without parental supervision, but that was fine. Carolina was thirteen, which meant she was a grownup that could do grownup things. She knew how to multiply big numbers in her head and she read all sorts of things! Definitely an adult.
Granted, she had also sort of stepped on her glasses one day and now her spectacles had this lovely crack running down one of the lenses, but that was fine. It was an aesthetic and when this was all over, it was going to be as authentic as the grease stains on her clothes! Yeah!! And being the small adult that she was, Carolina decided it was a splendid idea to worm her way past the other adults lingering in The Winchester so she could stick her grabby child hands onto the counter and listen to Guy. Her pigtails bobbed as she too hopped up and down excitedly at the news. Costumes! Stores!
“I want the Build-A-Bear store!” Her voice seemed lost amongst the cheers and chatter, but she didn’t mind that at all. Of course not. After one month without her parents and she was perfectly fine. Yeah!! Being an adult was super fun!!!!!!!
Lips puckering and wide blue eyes threatening to water (seven more days and maybe she could find Momm—ahem, mother) her tiny arms reached out to Jeff. “I!! I want, um, I want the strongest beer you got!” Because that was what her dad always got. What else?? Was there to drink here right???? She tried to look pleased about ordering for herself, never mind the fact she’d been turned down thousands of times because clearly she was underage, but it was the little victories that really mattered, right?
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Character's name: Carolina Bishop Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tiny blonde child with glasses. The left lens of her glasses has a large crack and her eyes are bright blue. She's managed to tie her hair into twin pigtails, but they're not so nicely done. Oh well. Carolina wears a unicorn tshort, jean shorts, and pink converses.
Final she got her drink, Gretel approved of the response and taste of the bartender. The grey eyes that seemed to be of low temperature stared at the sweet color of the bottle slid to her, "Thank you Jeff, I like the color." Her voice softened scantily. "How long have you been here?" She gently shook the bottle and picked up for a sip. It was not as sweet as its color suggested, yet the strawberry aroma was a satisfaction.
She spared an ear to listen to the shenanigans and uproar but they were simply accosting with no construction. Jeff and Elliot were the only people she felt worthwhile to pay attention for, the former who had patience and a perfect mixer while the latter was the one who came and talked to her, she would give respect to that. Gretel merely hoped the rest of them won't be a burden in case of invasion. She put both of her hands onto the bottle, enjoyed the appropriate coolness.
When a kid lounged at the counter and asked for beer, the grey eyes were shooting disapproving lasers. Yes, that's Carolina. She didn't understand the rationale behind kids wanting to taste the forbidden fruit, she never have that thought when she was a young girl. "Is your parents with you?"
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"Ah, but you're the man with the booooze, which makes the A-Poc more fun, so that makes you better!" G-man laughed and took the offered drink with a wide grin. "Thanks, broski! And no offense, Guy, you're still super chill too, yo!" He offered a gun and a wink to Mr. Keeper of the Keys himself this time, taking in his outfit with a low whistle.
"Damn, man, check out dem pecs. You are workin it, dawg! How come I don't get me some sweet as threads like you guys, huh? Don't think I'm swag enough to join your cool kids club? Come on, I've got swag to the mag! Don't leave me hangin like this!"
Next to the hunny on his right, "Hey gurl, sup?" He nodded at her with a grin and a wink, swirling his appletini before taking a sauve sip o-that sweet, sweet nectar like drink.
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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: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:46 pm
Rich cracked Jeff a grin, taking the ol' Jim down in one smooth gulp, followed with a content sigh. Oh Jim, you were always there for a man in need. "Gotta respect the law o' the land, I get it." He nodded, passing the shot glass back to the barkeep.
G-Man was given a nod of greeting, and what could pass as something akin to a parental smile. Officer Filth remembered his glory days. "You ain't lookin too shabby yerself there, G. Suppose yer gonna go get set up at Abercrombie n Fitch?" Rich chuckled, already making his own plans. If he could just get back to the Security office, then everything would be dandy.
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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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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:48 pm
"I'll take free and cold any day," Lissa laughed, motioning towards one of the colder-looking beer bottles. The brunette wasn't usually one to turn down a good whiskey or brandy, but at this point her body wanted something that was a little closer to water, and upon acquiring the bottle she pressed it lovingly to her chin, sighing contentedly at the chill it provided.
She gave a nod to a couple of the other survivors as they bellied up to the bar beside her, letting out a hiss of a chuckle at Granny's little flirt. "Feeling spicy today, Grams?" She leaned back in her chair and swiveled a bit as she took her first swig, letting her shoulders relax. "Don't worry, hon, I think he's required by hot cop law to turn us all down. You're still an utter fox."
And then G-Man entered the room, and it was bottles up in recognition of the guy's sweet-a** shutter shades. "Heeeeeeeey, lookin' good, Coverboy!" Lissa nodded in approval, holding up a fist. "I know you got time for a fist bump before you make friends with that appletini, don't leave me hanging."
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Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing cat ears and doused in more than a little glitter.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:51 pm
Dazs watched his brother schmooze his way around the bar with something akin to a sense of wonder. There was a certain skill in being that damn confident. He slid off ofhis stool in the corner and approached the bar, sliding in next to Giuseppe.
'Hey, can I get a rum n' coke?" he said, silently daring Giuseppe to say anything about his age. (He looked every one of his fifteen years, but it was the end of the world.) For his brother's sake, he hoped he got that girl. Or any girl, really. Giuseppe was happier that way. Made things easier. Dazs tried to emulate that suave look Giuseppe had.
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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]
