"Majority rule, huh? Well I guess we should figure out who all wants to play something," he said before glancing around. One of the others was not too far off, reading a book.
"Hey! Interested in a game? Not sure what, yet."
Games were good for keeping up morale, right?
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Character's name: Michael Kidman Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GO #34 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'11.
Smerdle
Chiickadee
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:09 pm
[Lounge]
"Are you guys seriously trying to wake up the almost zombie?" Alex yawned, running a hand through the dirty blonde hair of his, and mussing the already messy hair up.
He watched as pillows and plushes were thrown and he tilted his head.
"You gotta kiss the princess away, stupids~~" He pointed at Sho, "Right Sho? Give the princess a little kiss." And then Alex made with the smoochy faces.
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Character's name: Alex 'Danny' Monroe Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:[HERE] Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Former police officer. Kind of shaggy blonde, just a little under 6'0
His glance said I'm done. with the sleeping fellow. This guy defied all sleeping logic, and short of throwing him outside the window- which wasn't a bad idea..
His attention was diverted by the entrance of an acquaintance. Welcome or not would be have to depend on him- no, after his disgusting expression, he was definitely not welcome. It was an understatemen to say that Shouichi's eyes had gone delightfully blank.
Pushing himself to a standing position, his thumb and finger holding Alex's chin in place. "Oh, I'm beginning to sense that you're trying to convey a subtle message.. did you want to be the princess awoken from a kiss?" It was clear he was taking out his irritation on somebody else, that glance did not bode well for Alex. Underneath those glasses and that really nice smile that really wanted to torture somebody.
kuropeco
Pixie Nyxie
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:32 pm
[ Cafeteria ]
Rajni looked up from her book for the moment when she was being spoken to. She pushed up her headband with the nail of her thumb, debating for the moment.
Then she gave a noncommittal shrug. Entirely unhelpful, and undecipherable whether or not she wanted to play the game.
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
blade kuroda
chiickadee
Princess Hoarder
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:07 am
[Cafeteria]
Whether anybody wanted it or not, here comes Grandpa striding into the cafeteria with his umbrella at his shoulder, a moldy potato in the other hand, and a big, sunny smile that has absolutely no place in a zombie apocalypse.
"How's everybody doin' this morning?" Grant asks, bouncing the black umbrella in his hand, contrasting starkly with the brightly-colored, printed shirt he was wearing. "Y'all won't believe what I found rolled up under the stove today! I know, I know, I didn't think there'd be anything left, but look--"
He holds the shriveled, sad-looking tuber out in the palm of his hand for all to see, quite clearly proud of his quarry. "Uh, you think it's still edible...?"
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Character's name: David Grant Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:woop Character's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:06 am
[Cafeteria]
Sunday was writing on the walls, despite the fact that she had no writing utensils, and there were no permanent marks left on the wall she wrote on. Her fingers simply slid back and forth, in long and elegant markings, as if she was writing in script.
The sound of the man's voice boomed behind her, asking if the potato in his hand was any good. She knew exactly what to say, and her mouth opened as if to say it, but shut quickly in hesitation. It would be at least ten seconds before her eyes focused on him again, and she said what she'd meant to say ten seconds ago.
"There's only one way to find out. When you're ready to eat potato, you cut it open, and you hope for the best." Her voice was quiet, and a little off, but she beamed up at him with the pride and innocence of someone who thought they'd just been immensely helpful.
Ves
o helo
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Character's name: Sunday Bernadette Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Courteous, risk taking, curious, nurturing, trusting, loyal, romantic, shy, and never ambitious. She can't hold a job down and commit to one goal. Physical description: mousey expression, red hair in an uneven bob, muddled green-brown eyes, wide smile. Headshot and Fullbody
From one of the hammocks came the sound of tsking and a small laugh. "Oh goodness, are Mr Pickle Wickles and Fluffles fighting today?" A small muttered 'silly kitties' might have also been heard of one was close enough.
Juliette gently continued to rock her cot as she watched the boys and their silly business, only briefly looking down at the work in her hands. She had already made so many of the little umbrella patches for their clothing that it was now beginning to become muscle memory.
Kuropeco
swordofthedarkones
pixie nyxie
xaki
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Character's name: Juilette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:24 am
[ Cafeteria ]
"Naw, you c'n do a test on it 'fore you go slicing it all up," Sling piped up, not looking away from the seemingly broken object he was fiddling with in his hands. It wasn't immediately obvious if he was fixing it or just making it more broken. "Just gotta set it on the tail end've it and if it spins without going all wobbly then it's good eati--wait, aw hell, got myself all screwed up, that's eggs. All right, with taters, now, getcha a thing of water and set it in there all gentle and if it sinks, well, it's rotten as the devil on a Sunday. Honest to God science."
He sure sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
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Character's name: Mason 'Sling' Shaw Character's faction: 3 - Apartments Character's journal link:righ'chere Character's survival stats: lookit Character Description: 6', cropped brown hair, green eyes, tanned, fairly muscular. Wears worn out t-shirt, jeans, sturdy boots, and a cap.
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xxxxxVes
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:56 am
[Cafeteria]
Grant let out a booming laugh -- he'd be clapping his hands if they weren't full right now -- and rotates the potato on its end, peering over the rims of his glasses at the two with a smirk.
"Now, 'hope for the best' is something I wouldn't mind experimentin' with too much, were it not for the whole thing about the potential of food poisonin' possibly bein' fatal in this situation and all," he says to Sunday with a wink, then turns to Sling with a jovial laugh. "And you, Son, I think you got eggs on the brain still. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, I think we're all dearly missing some good protein here by now..."
He flashes a grin and tucks the potato into his shirt pocket, patting it as if it were his own moldy, wrinkled child. "Not that I endorse any cannibalism or anything like that to fulfill that need, but y'know."
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Character's name: David Grant Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:woop Character's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious.
Nothing Yet
honk
Nio Love
beep
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 3:11 am
[Cafeteria]
Sunday had absolutely no idea whether the science Mason was throwing at her was real or not, which meant it absolutely was, until someone told her otherwise. Any potatoes she found from here on out, would be immediately drowned in water, if she could find some. They needed to be cleaned, anyway.
Sunday smiled toothily at the mention of cannibalism. She thought they were doing much better than that, at least, but if they couldn't joke about morbid possibilities, then the terrorist zombies had already won. "Well I think that potato is just fine. That's what I think." She'd said it as if she was certain, but not a moment later the doubt crept into her expression, and she pulled inward towards herself. "Or, not."
Her indecisiveness was prevalent as always, and it had the light in her eyes fading. She looked as though she wanted to turn back and continue her invisible writing on the wall, but an equal part of her didn't want to pull away from a normal, healthy conversation. It was like exercising - she knew it was good for her, but it would be so much easier to just not.
ves
nothing yet
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Character's name: Sunday Bernadette Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Courteous, risk taking, curious, nurturing, trusting, loyal, romantic, shy, and never ambitious. She can't hold a job down and commit to one goal. Physical description: mousey expression, red hair in an uneven bob, muddled green-brown eyes, wide smile. Headshot and Fullbody
Being wrong didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, if he'd even registered that he was. What he did grasp just fine was the comment about having eggs on the brain, which sure was the truth, especially when mornings came around.
"Yessir, you know it!" The warmth of the older (and considerably larger) man's laughter was readily returned with Sling's own, which spilled right out as he kept right on nodding his head. "Hooo boy, what I'd do for an egg fresh from the hen. Used to go out and pick 'em up in the yard in the mornins, like every day's Easter but better. Shame there's no--"
The decidedly radio-like object in his hands crackled with electricity for just an instant, and he nearly dropped it when the spark shocked his fingertips. Following a string of very colorful expletives under his breath, he looked up from it towards Sunday, expression already deeply apologetic.
"Sorry, you didn't need to hear that, real disrespectful of me...aw, hey now." His eyes softened, and he lifted his hand, visibly conflicted with the question of how acceptable it would or wouldn't be to pat her. "I'm sure it's real fine, honey. Fine enough to stick inna pocket, that's good for somethin'!"
But the sidelong glance of 'help' that he shot at Grant implied he was having more than a little trouble figuring out what that something could possibly be.
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Character's name: Mason 'Sling' Shaw Character's faction: 3 - Apartments Character's journal link:righ'chere Character's survival stats: lookit Character Description: 6', cropped brown hair, green eyes, tanned, fairly muscular. Wears worn out t-shirt, jeans, sturdy boots, and a cap.
xxxxxNio Love
xxxxxVes
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 3:49 am
[ Cafeteria ]
"Dude, have we already progressed to eating each other?" Arran called, hearing the tail end of Grant's words, before he himself entered the cafeteria, leaning against one of the counters. "I call dibs for being the main dish on Monday." He was joking of course, his attempt at making light a possibly touchy subject.
"I think I'd go great with a side of roasted potatoes too. And some eggs. Sunny side up of course." He was about to agree with Sling on how much he missed good old eggs, and that a potato could still be useful when the item in the mans hands started to spark. "Woah! You all right man?"
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Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
"Somebody say eggs? If I'm going to become a cannibal, we're doing this proper Television style and have bacon with our eggs," said someone new, walking in on the group. "Morning everyone."
Durza nodded to them and sat down on one of the cafeteria tables, laying back on it to look at the sky. "Looks like scavenging weather to me."
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Character's name: Durza Morann Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar Character's survival stats:gaia_kittenstar BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:gaia_kittenstar
poke mattix
Am I
Nothing Yet
one
Ves
of the
Nio Love
cool kids?
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:56 am
[Cafeteria]
"You're all bonkers. Just sniff the ********' potato," Micah said crossly, not bothering to look at the group from where his chair was leaned back against the wall. His feet rested on the support bar between the chair's legs, and his umbrella (camo pattern, straight handle, none of your wussy stuff) leaned against the wall beside him. "If it's wrinkly or growing greens it's still fine. If it's bad it'll smell like one of the infected. Jeez, hasn't anyone had potatoes in their kitchen?"
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
The sounds of his foot steps echoed down the empty hall of 8th, the soft creak of wood as he stepped. He wasn't sure if there was a complete sweep of the apartments, so there are chances that there is something up here. But it's been a month and no one's heard anything. He never walked down the halls above the 5th floor. If he needed to get to the roof, he stuck to the stair well. However, this was an item retrieval - search and explore mission. Tightening his grip around his flash light and her bag, he pressed into the room with the ajar door.
Room 840
The place was decrepit. The bed was thrown over against the window to stop any light from filtering in. The floor was littered with the bedding, pillows, papers, an upturned bed side table, and a lamp. The bathroom was dingy, but, otherwise, it was in decent condition. It would be livable. Something caught his light's gleam. A can of sardines... in a puddle. Trailing up with his flashlight, he saw the dark spot on the ceiling.
"Another damned leak..."
Room 940
The sink was on. That was what was causing the leak. Someone left a dripping faucet before they abandoned this room. This room, on the 9th floor, was actually better off than downstairs. Though, this room was actually closed. Something about opening a close door bothered Tyler. An open door let him hear inside. A closed door was mysterious. He raided the fridge for another can of sardines sitting in a pool of water. Melted ice perhaps...
Room 950
Just like the neighboring room, this one was left pretty well off. The sheets were unmade, the bathroom light was left on, but otherwise, it was okay. Easily, one could move in here. Except, they'd need a new door. Tyler had busted that one in. Quietly, he opened the fridge to find an unopened bottle of water. It was warm, but it was a good score. A distant sound caught his attention.
That was his cue to bolt it down stairs.
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Character's name: Tyler Burgess Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: x Character's survival stats: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:x
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