Waking up on the bare bedding that was spread out on the floor was always a mixture of ows and hnghs and ohnos, until she was able to stretch, and crack, and twist the kinks out of her body. Once she did, it was just a matter of getting up and starting the day. Just like every day, she woke up with a sense of hope that lasted for at least a few hours. Today, she would figure out her purpose. She would find some kind of helpful trick that only she could do well. Today was the day she found a way to shine.
And by the end of the day, that sense of hope was always gone.
But today...!
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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
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:11 pm
[ apartments ]
No wifi. No phones. No computer. No hot meals save for what she scraped from the mysterious chef. No good showers. No safe water.
But, consider: no wounds, no danger. Well, low key. Better than high key. Fantasia was no optimist, but that was close enough--all she had, really. Because the more she wandered the apartment halls and the more she merely existed in a crowd of rather lively characters, the more she began to wonder: what was the point? Why bother waiting? What was going to be promised outside of the chance of salvation if everyone was already dead?
She cradled her photos close and rocked in her little corner until the day forced her out again.
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:20 pm
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Existing is hard. One month ago, Professor Voss was grading papers, snickering at petty grammatical errors and looming over his lecture hall, but now, he's stranded. Unable (or perhaps unwilling) to go home, not even sure whether or not his husband survived the initial plague and unable to know for sure his fate, Frederich isn't too sure whether or not it's worth it to keep going.
He supposes wasting away would be a more demeaning death than at the hands of the infected, though, and that's no way to go out in his eyes.
At least he can shower, and that's the one small saving grace of having to be forced to live at his job. With a heavy sigh, he picks up his cane from beside where he'd been sleeping and trudges down to the common room of the dormitory, wearing the same neutral expression as he has had on every other day before.
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Character's name: Frederich Voss Character's faction: University Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: honk BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:24 pm
[ University ]
It was hard to believe that it had been a month. It seemed like much longer, regardless of how vivid the memories were of before, and of what had happened since everything had gone to hell.
She had wanted to try and leave; go to be sure that her family was alright. It was safer to stay where they were, she knew it in her heart and knew that they wouldn't want her to put her life at risk. They could be just fine, after all.
Telling herself that they were fine was probably the only thing that kept her from breaking down every morning. If she thought it enough, said it to herself firmly enough, she could actually manage to believe it for a little while.
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Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
The serene grey eyes opened for another day, the food and water supply she brought from the university's kitchen were all used up, it was already a month since that day. More and more people were attacked, first she was hiding up in the kitchen then she moved when screams burst out, to the library. There were infected all over the university, from their outfits that suggested they were once students like she did.
Hygiene was essential to minimize the chance of getting infected by the unknown virus, as the movies suggested. Yet, she wasn't stupid enough to stay long in the washroom which had no second exit. Gretel the close graduate simply picked up soap to put in her bag and replenished her supplies from time to time. Risk must be taken in order to survive, but she would calculate the route with least danger.
During the month, it was like inside a game about zombie outbreak. She didn't sleep well, she didn't eat well and she was somehow worried of her parents in another place. Money no longer worked, they had established their own currency system. Tokens, that were what they earned to exchange for better status and offer.
She left the university when it was no longer a safe hide-out. Notwithstanding the bad physical strength, her knowledge was a key letting her survive. The student recalled the map in her mind, analyzed for her feasible destinations and finally decided to head to the biggest mall centre in Delta. It was a risky choice for a few reasons: First, the openness to anyone meant it was highly possible all necessities robbed. Secondly, it also meant it would prone to raids and be encircled so easily. Thirdly, she was not familiar with the floor plan of it. Anyway, other choices were, comparatively worse and further away, thus she picked the mall.
Mall Rats, that was how they called themselves. No matter how reluctant Gretel be called that, she was one of them. Whenever crisis was there, humans would find or make themselves leaders, she already foresaw that coming but didn't expect everything move so quickly like a huge wave.
Gretel picked up the whistle she received once they accepted her, it was a cheap plastic made one, she sighed. Then, it was the hilarious animal headband that their leader called a uniform. She sighed for a second time. She sniffed and sighed for the third time, the poor hygiene and the great smell were what bothered the student most. She hung her bag onto her shoulder and walked towards the washroom, she still had a few soaps and she insisted on keeping herself clean no matter what happened.
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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 Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ]
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:35 pm
[University]
Dawn. It was when the skies of black Violet gave way to not Blue, but shades of Grey.
It was a reminder that this is what reality has become, their reality, his. Justin was unsure, each day blended into the next with fits of restless sleep and moments of terror and confusion and arguments. It became necessary to take advantage to a bit of chalk left over in the classroom he made his quarters. Every day he would mark a line off on the board, the only real indication he had to track the days. there were three X's now from his tally.
At one point, in life, he would have cracked a grin at seeing that and come up with a quip. But that humor was part of an old life that was gone now. Still, it felt like a day of remembrance. There wasn't many that made it this far and for some reason, it felt like a change was on the horizon, waiting to break through the grey mist of daybreak. "Now lets see if there's any coffee to make the day more bearable." he rasped to himself as he shuffled out and into the main quarters of their haven in the University at Emerston.
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Character's name: Justin Sider Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link: Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Justin SiderView Jersey Number: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'ft 2 in (188 cm) Dusty Blonde buzzed on one side and long on the other (and a little disheveled), Slightly built and really wants to have a good shave to deal with the stubble.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:40 pm
[ Prison ]
The familiar, carved smile on the wall of his cell was pissing him off all over again. "What are you looking at?" He muttered at it, shoving his leg from his bunk and slamming his heel down on it.
The days often melded together now, even moreso than when he had first been sentenced. What was far more cruel had been that a month ago he'd managed to wiggle away from the prison due to the confusion of the electricity being gone. Aaron had followed after him and he was looking forward to that sweet taste of cheap alcohol...
Then some assholes had to go and get themselves infected and ruin any chance for that. He'd cursed that every night since, especially considering he'd been accepting of his new trashcan cell, but Aaron didn't have any of it. Not only did he have to listen to yet another when are you going to stop being an idiot talk, he was physically snatched up and thrown over a shoulder to add to that shame.
That was how it was. Kaethus wanted to take his chances if it meant that freedom all over again, but yet here he was staring at his friends left wall, right wall, center wall and bars. Internally he was grateful that big brother Aaron hadn't let him wander off too far, potentially getting himself killed, but the looks he got after being dragged back were impossible to ignore.
"Urk." He let out, slowly lifting his body with a few cracks of his spine, releasing a small, happy sigh from the sensation. "Just another day in paradise." He muttered again. There was little that could help it though, prison was a punishment before but now it was a sanctuary against the madness outside. Too bad the view didn't get much better. He mused to himself.
It was hard for him to take it seriously, after all.
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Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with white tank top open and the sleeves tied around his waist. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass.
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:45 pm
[Apartments] As a famous horse once said, everything happens so much.
David Grant had no idea how much life would suck without the internet, without his husband, and an ever-dwindling supply of drugs. Whoever made it so you can only get a 30 day supply of any prescription should be fired, because today he is holding a funeral for the last oxycontin in the medicine cabinet with very little hope of replenishing that. He tried, briefly, to raise a pot plant of his very own from the seeds of his stash, but the quality of the water made the thing wither and die, much to his disappointment. Well, maybe he didn't give it proper nutrients or something, or heat, but Grant never fancied himself a greenthumb. Taking care of plants was Frederich's thing, and his beloved houseplants had all wilted in their caretaker's absence (Grant tried to water them, but they all died anyway).
It likely went without saying that he really wished he had some contact with the outside world, or at least somewhere to charge his phone so he could play some games or something, but alas the battery only lasted all of two days, if that.
The day is young, however, and it's time to start scavenging for some grub and find someone else to cook it because he sure as hell can't and is really only good at being loud and being large and throwing people like sacks of potatoes and trash talking. He vaults off of the couch, grabbing his umbrella and carrying it on his shoulder like one would march with a rifle, setting out from his apartment to forage with a huge dumb grin on his face like there wasn't a zombie apocalypse going on at all.
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:58 pm
[ APARTMENTS ]
To expect life to go back to normal was probably just...asking too much. She knew it, but everyday ever since that fateful day Pomelo still held on to the hope that it was all a nightmare. That losing touch with her family wasn't real. That being forcibly--forcibly, as in having no other plausible choice--putting one's self under strict house arrest was just under some false pretense and she could in fact leave herapartment and go frolic in the park for hours on end. But no...every morning after she opened her eyes and looked out into the world from the fantastic view of her balcony, she would be reminded that this bleak world was her new reality.
She did lose touch with her family. She was under house arrest, relatively speaking since she couldn't leave the building without risking her life. And to think this was all normal now, just one month after that first incident...
It was a nightmare turned real. She wanted to see the look on the faces of anybody who ever thought zombie apocalypse movies were amusing, to be honest. She wanted to shove it in their faces that no, there was nothing amusing nor entertaining nor even remotely good about the situation. She feared for her life, for her safety. For the safety of everyone in the building, whom she considered her family at this point since they were the only people she tended to see day in and day out.
As far as she was concerned, there may as well have bee no one else out there in the world. And all it took to wipe out that population: one month.
Thirty days.
How much had she changed in those thirty days? How many decisions had she made that, if put under less stressful circumstances, had come out different just because her life depended on it. She'd abandoned people--friends--and run off to the safety of the apartment complex. She'd turned people away when she was strapped for food and supplies for herself...she'd struggled to learn to live feeling hungry. She'd never appreciated food and water as much as she did now.
But she survived. And that was what was important. She lived on the edge of life day in and day out. She did what she needed to, and at the end of the day even she couldn't fault herself for that. She needed to survive these last days, and she wasn't going to bog herself down with worries about being better off than someone else. They were all in the same boat at this point.
And if she could help it, she wouldn't be among the first to go down. If she could help it, she wouldn't go down at all.
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Character's name: Pomelo Ranier "Mel" Antonelli Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: [ click ] Character's survival stats: [ view ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:02 am
[ Mall ]
Today probably wouldn't be different, but G-man could hope, couldn't he? He could hope to wake up to a world that hadn't gotten all hopped up on the caahhh-razies. He could hope for hot showers, for shampoo and soap, for his expensive smelling kick-a** self made cologne, "Swag Magnitude". He could dream that today, he could get a cup of steaming joe from a sizzling ho down in the food court at Timmie's without having to wait two days for it to brew.
He could pine, wish, fantasize (and he often did), he could even, for a split second, even believe that it might be true upon first awakening. But all it took was one glance through the sky light to dash what little optimism he could muster. Just one eyeful of that grey sky that never cleared, and everything began to falter, fragment, and fall apart in his head again.
This apocalypse shiz was really harshing his vibe, yo!
There were still small things to be grateful for, though. His lil brother from the same mother but from a totally diffe-er-ent mistah, for one. He had managed to find him, back when the apoc-izzy first went down, and they had been together since. Also there were still at least some extra select grade A hotties he could put the moves on, if he really wanted to. And, well, there was....
....nothing else. Nothing else at all. There was absolutely nothing else about this that was chill or swag. This was hell. This was a nightmare. And their best chance of survival? Ya, that would have been his mom, but she wasn't even there! As G-man pushed himself up out of whatever bed he'd made for himself, he had time to reflect, for perhaps the millionth time in a month, on how he should have taken that crazy a** woman seriously!
But it was a new day. Maybe it would be different. Maybe. Maybe.....
He scoffed and shook his head.
The only way this day could be different is if things got worse.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his head as he headed towards the door of the shop he and several others had been holed up in for the past month, disheveled, petulant, irritated with the large inconvenience that this apocalypse biz clearly was, and wearing the same outfit he had worn several times now, chosen only because it smelled slightly less rank then the ones he had worn the day before.
This sucked. Everything sucked. He just wanted to go home.
Stifling a yawn, his expression dull, feeling like a zombie of his former self (at least until he woke up more fully), G-man shuffled his way out into the hell that had become his world.
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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 12:02 am
[ Apartments ]
There was a something missing, it had been for some time now, and every morning when she woke up she still reflexively moved her hand around the bed in hopes of landing on something soft and fuzzy. But now she wouldn't. Not anymore, they were gone now. And it left a hole.
Wordlessly and solemnly, Juliette retreated from the makeshifts of her bed and pulled on a few extra garments from the pile so near. Her eyes drifted briefly to the window and noted the same grey hues as yesterday. There used to be so much color before. There used to be so much before.
Better food too. There were only so many cold toaster strudels that one could eat. Still though, the frosting still was rather tasty, seemed to be lasting.
"What shall we do today Princess of Fuzzbuttons," reflex again. But it wasn't like she ever expected a response before anyways. Just maybe today would be a little bit different, it felt possible.
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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 12:10 am
[University] Alice
Alice woke up like she had done so far since day zero, disoriented. It takes a minute for her to catch up on the events that has happened during the last month. University, her home for a month, feels safe and secure and even though she miss her home she has concluded that it is better then the outside. Her finger itch to do something and feeling slightly hopeful of what today might bring makes her get up from her sleeping spot.
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Character's name: Alice Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 171 cm tall with brown hair and brown-greenish eyes. Used to wear jeans and a lose fitting shirt.
When she awoke, she just laid there, staring up to the ceiling. Ever so slowly her eyes narrowed as realization dawned on her that she was still here. Still stuck in the mall one month later. Away from her family (like they would care that she was gone) and friends (what she had, anyways) and most of all the internet (oh, how they would love to hear about this). Little food, little water and no electricity. Forced to wear uniforms like some sort of dancing monkey for some man that had proclaimed himself the leader. Who had jailed them here in this suburbia wasteland called the mall. They were locked from the outside - even still she doubted what the told her, not like she had seen it for herself. She had been pulled inside right as "it" happened.
Lease grunted and huffed and pushed herself to her feet. Something to eat would be nice but probably would barely be edible now. She turned to go and then remembered last minute she needed her silly little costume bits. She grabbed them from one of the pillows near her "bed" and began to put them on as she retreated into the rest of the mall.
Urg, please let today be different.
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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 12:21 am
[ Mall ]
No matter how much she tried, tea was not going to be a basic food group for her. At least she enjoyed it enough to fill her belly with something. More than she was sure she could say for the others that had taken refuge in the mall as she had.
S pushed herself up from the shelved nest midway up to the ceiling, she had constructed from various shelving units from the back room, she looked down at the various blankets she had nabbed at one point from venturing out after a week for food. She had found such a small haul but she had stumbled across the knick-knacky store that was close by and found several soft articles of clothe and a single blanket that she had constructed into her, now, bed. Want she wouldn't kill for her actual bed.
She doubted that was going to happen anytime soon.
At least she was sure to have the worlds largest supplies of tea. She had broke down the glass doors and barred the door with the cabinet doors and the flattest, longest boards of wood she could pry off of the many displays her store had. Best to prepare as best she could.
Enna just... Hoped her family and friends were alright... At least she knew the mall well enough to maneuver in, if needed be. She just hoped it would never get to that. The young woman curled one leg up to her chest as she looked at her 'door'. She would need to venture out for food as some time today. Especially with the light of day coming through the roof.
Soon, she would have to leave her little hole in the wall safe space.
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Character's name: Enna Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: LINK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERArt Link Enna is a fiery red-haired with a blunt perspective of the world, especially now. But when in a pinch, she'll help where she can to insure safety.
There were worse places to wake up than in a pile of glitter.
Then again, there were better places for glitter to end up than in your mouth.
Lissa coughed and sputtered a cloud of the iridescent dust as she shook her way up to her knees, waking up to the familiar taste of regret. In the weeks since the mall had become her permanent home and not just her work-prison, Lissa figured she would learn how not to sleep face down in a room full of craft herpes, but here she was, brushing silver plastic out of her mouth like it was bad mouthwash. There wasn't water to waste on clearing her palate, so she reached for a swatch of burlap left near her clothes, which felt like sandpaper on her dry lips but got the job done well enough. She ran her tongue over her teeth and spit once, just to be sure, and then she began her daily morning ritual.
Clothes on? Check. Rad cat ears on? Double check. Lissa lifted her arms for a stretch high, then bent down to touch her toes, interlocking her fingers together as she slowly pressed for the floor. When--and only when--she felt suitably warmed up for the world and the rest of the Mall Rats, she took a moment to put on a grin and stepped out into the mall proper.
Today was going to be different. She could feel it in her bones.
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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.
