Dylan had also been late for the party, and by the time he had realized what had happened, there was a giant tree.
Where had it come from?
Still, he could see some of the others attacking it, and he swung his fishing pole at it.
Damage: 9 Weapon: Fishing Pole 2d6-2 HP: 45/50
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
Total damage: 131 Damage done by fishing pole: 4 HP: 45/50
Anya's body was still at the tree attacking it with a fishing pole. Part of her brain thought this was insane.. a fishing pole should have snapped long ago.. but here she was... beating a tree to death with it.....
TOTAL DAMAGE: 135 Winnifred Opal wasn't going to stand by and let the tree continue. This was madness. Everything was madness. It was almost overwhelming, if she let herself dwell on it. Too much to take in. There was so much in going on, so much to lose- She wasn't keen on dying.
So, she might have been a bit late, but she didn't hesitate to join the fight against the tree. She hit the tree with everything she had. Which might not have been much, but she tried. It was the very least that she could do.
She swung at it again, or tried to. The whole situation was almost too much, and her head was reeling even as her heart was pounding.
She hoped that everyone else had been strong enough to do something against it, since her little fists seemed to be worth next to nothing here. She hoped and prayed and wondered if that would do any good. She just...desperately did not want to lose her home here. She did not want to lose this life.
She couldn't do it. She tried, wanting to fight it again, but it hit her and sent her back. She was useless here.
That was okay. She was okay with that. The younger folks could handle it. They would live. This world would be theirs. It was a crappy world, sure, but it would belong to them.
Now, that didn't mean Winnifred Opal was giving up. No. She just knew that whatever she had to offer, well, she couldn't offer it here. This was all there was. But as long as the others were strong enough, she could live to help them in any way she could. Except by hitting the tree. That was... not for her.
HP: 35/50 Damage: 0 ((Just wanted to hit the tree. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 3:32 pm
Corey's attention had been elsewhere as Liam took his jersey off, but when he cursed, he paused what she was doing to glance over at him. He had been bandaged pretty severely it seemed, and something along his back had reopened. She heaved a sigh, and moved over to him.
"What did you do?" She asked, tsking as though he had only fallen and scrapped his knee. The rest of the supplies went to someone else to continue patching up the wounded, and she slid over to gently start unravelling the bloody bandages. Even if her hands shook, and even as her head began to feel light. Not even the churning in her stomach stopped her from trying to help.
Of course, naturally and for the first time, when she saw the bites.
Her hands paused. Her mind blanked. She stared down at the ones she could see, and trailed her gaze down to catch hints of more.
"…Did I…?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 3:49 pm
Liam stilled as Corey came up behind him, hands falling to rest on his ankles. It wasn't the first time this week he'd had someone tending to his back, not even the second time. He was used to it by now. Maybe even liked it, in a weird way. Despite the obvious sting that came as the gauzy cotton was pulled away from healing wounds.
"Um." It wasn't so much that Liam had forgotten the bites--it would have been hard to, given the way some of them tugged when he moved--but he just didn't associate them with the Corey that was here with them now. The one that was carefully removing the bandages on his back so they could be replaced. The bites had come from something else, something that had been taken care of and wasn't coming back.
Her hands stilled, and he glanced back over his shoulder at her. "Corey?" Then she asked what he hoped he wouldn't have to tell her. Shoulders hunched, head turning back around to face forward again. "It wasn't you," he answered softly. "You wouldn't hurt any of us." Evasive, but not technically a lie. It hadn't been her that attacked him.
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