Like everyone else it seemed, Vayne walked out into the yard, looking at the monsters of what used to be humans running at the fences. It was hard to believe that at one point that was the life he would have wanted. Not the being dead and wanting to eat people or anything, but the being free. He sighed and scratched the bridge of his nose, finger nails clicking a moment on one of his piercings. He was no longer getting hassles about removing them now at least, there was no reason to worry about it, there were much more important things going on around here than following the old rules.
The rules of life in this place were so different, although not being free, they were given a tad more freedom. Sure he still had to shower in public, lacked solid doors and had to show up at mess at time or starve, but he was a bit more content. Heck even fighting was something that could be done. He smirked and rubbed his knuckles as he headed a bit more into the sunshine. Yeah, fighting. Something he needed to get to. The blond looked at his pale hands, the three studs embedded between his thumb and index finger sparkling as he shifted them. What was he up to... around 30 piercings now?
Vayne glanced around wondering if anyone felt like rumbling.
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Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 Character's survival stats: ?? (nothin there yet) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6' 140lbs or pure energy. His hair is pale blond, and he is covered in pierceings . His cold golden eyes are always seeking details and memorizing what may come in handy later.
Vayne's punk style shows just how much he disdains mainstream, and his attitude fully reflects all of that being rather cold. He ignores anything that he doesn't like and has snide comments ready. He is very attentive though, taking notes in his mind and paying attention to details that most would care very little for.
Negatives: Sharp attitude that is off putting. Ignores anything that she doesn't care about
Positive: High energy, able and willing to do dangerous things to get stuff done Keen eye for details, able to pick up hints and clues.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:50 pm
[Gym]
After a shower, she had gone to the gym.
It has now been a while since she had began to exercise here today. And at this point, Lee started slowing to a halt on the treadmill.
Hm, what to do next?
Well, Lee decided to head to the yard after a moment's thought in answer to the question she asked herself.
What would she see when she got out there? Would there be any change in the scenery? How many bodies would be stuck to the fence this time?
It seems that asking lots of questions has become a hobby she now is highly inclined to occupy her mind with.
How many questions a day does she ask herself? What is the speed in questions per minute that her mind runs? And on and on the questions went as moments passed like the tick of a clock while her steps proceeded to another area of the prison.
[Exiting Gym]
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Character's name: Taylee Young (Nickname: Lee) Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Civie Rank Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER +fair; +patient; -skeptical; -insecure
Black hair maintained short two inches over her shoulder, Lee prefers to keep her hair half up and half down by gathering strands of her hair over the front and middle top of her head starting where her hairline meets her forehead and then braiding it back and down to secure towards the end. Her skin tone and eyes were both a light brown and she stood at 5'5" with a lean athletic build short of disguising her womanly frame.
She was smart to keep quiet as she watched Adelaide do her work, falling into her routine of being a watcher instead of a dooer. At least she was good enough for that. While she did so, she looked at the boy on the cot, raising a brow when he seemed a bit uncomfortable and happy she was not a member of the infamous fight club. She was perfectly content with her decision, as this place reminded her each and every day.
"Same old, same old. I think I'm finally getting comfortable with the cots."
She eyed the boy again as he began to beg for a mocha, and shook her head before sending him a soft smile.
"You and me both...maybe once they finish cleaning out this place they will find some instant coffee. It's no mocha, but it's something..."
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:05 pm
[ Medical Ward ]
A flash of a second is all it took as something fell from above them, passing by the window - a flash of a body perhaps. There was a sickening thud, though it was impossible to see what had happened from their vantage point without peering outside the window.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:15 pm
[ medical ward ]
"Tough s**t, kid, all we have is zip and zilch," she told her patient, though Adelaide couldn't help but bark a laugh anyway. "Sugar free too, for your health!" A coffee break in the middle of the outbreak, now that'd be something. "You two are talking like we even have running water for that sweet sweet caffeine crave. Get me a filter first, then we'll see what happens."
A flash of something moved past the window, and normally Adelaide wouldn't have cared if a thud hadn't accompanied it. Already assuming two inmates were just having at it again over some sort of stupid spat (God knew that despite the fight club, hostility could still run high), she sighed and rolled up her sleeves. "Maybe my morning hunch was right," she mused aloud as she went to take a peek at the poor sucker.
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Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:15 pm
[THE YARD]
Like always when Benji couldn't find Bing he was on edge. He didn't like being far from the older man, it made his paranoia even worse. Without someone to have his back, there were so many things that could happen. He had been thinking lately, and wondering if he and Bing should try their luck outside of the prison. Maybe run into some of their people, he was sure his father was holed up somewhere with all sorts of supplies.
He walked around the prison, finally making his way towards the yard, fidgeting with the handcuff he wore as he did so. It was only when he spotted Bing that he relaxed. He didn't like the group he was with all that much, but he saw the advantages of getting in close with the "Boss" and his crazy sidekick.
He nodded towards Bing. "Hey, any plans for today?" he asked the older man, speaking loud enough though that anyone could answer.
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Character's name: Benjamin Sartosa Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Benjamin SartosaView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERBenji is 6'2" and has a muscular body (he's a work out buff). He is an albino, which gives him pale skin, pale hair and light blue eyes. He is also riddled in tattoos.
Technically, whomever had jumped was still alive. They were groaning, half-conscious, their limps played horrifically, stuck on the glass-strewn awning two floors below. Dark red blood began to seep from their head.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:34 pm
[Mess Hall] (kitchen)
The pan slipped from her hand, hit the counter, and fell to the floor with a clang. Her jump at the noise was quite involuntary, and a little embarrassing. She couldn't really help it; Autumn had been on edge for weeks now. She knew she wasn't alone in that, but it was still grating to know just how frayed her nerves were.
She grumbled something -she wasn't even trying for real words just annoyed noises- as she bent down to pick up the pan and placed it in the sink, with all the other things that were needing washed. She'd get all of that taken care of as soon as she finished putting what was clean away.
Just because the world had gone to hell didn't mean the kitchen had to. Autumn was damn well going to make sure it stayed clean.
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Character's name: Autumn Flint Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Female, 5'8", Dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:51 pm
[ the yard ]
He glanced over to see who had bumped him, his face drooping in its usual state of displeasure. When he saw who it was, he tried to smile in return, but it just brought his face back to neutral. At least it was better than scowling at the woman. He'd seen her around. He'd seen everyone around at this point. But this one had been in his van.
"I was just thinking about... killing?" Well, that didn't sound awful at all. "Not people or anything. Just..." He sighed. "I used to do good things with these," he said, closing his fists and lowering them to his sides. "And now we're here." As quickly as he'd lowered his hands, he raised one again to clear his throat into. "So. How's your day going?" This was why he rarely spoke.
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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stop taking people in your van, max
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:02 pm
[The Yard]
"My day is going fairly well all things considered. You know, with the zombie apocalypse and all." She wouldn't mention what had happened to her laundry. No one would know about that. "I'm Diana. Though I'm probably just some lousy criminal to you, huh?" she continued, laughing slightly as she held out her hand. While they would have never interacted under normal circumstances things were different now. She was still wary of trusting anyone and would bail at a moments notice if need be, but there was no harm in having a friendly conversation with a somewhat familiar face. Besides, it would help her mind from the boredom she was experiencing.
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Character's name: Diana Vyn Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERX
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:10 pm
The victim on the balcony gave one last shudder, and passed away. Their body was still for a moment longer before their skin began to peel away, flesh and bone parting as a thick black shape parted from the body.
One of the undying.
It separated entirely from its original body as its form began to solidify into a darker black, falling almost comically off the awning, immediately broken-
- Before assembling itself back together, to head towards the yard.
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Looks like it is a little too late...
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:12 pm
[ The Yard ]
Something was approaching from the distance of the yard. It looked vaguely human shaped, walking in strange, broken shambles, head tilted to one side. It continued to approach without saying a single word.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:16 pm
[ medical ward -> outside medical ward/the yard? ]
Adelaide turned her head up to the sky with a long-suffering look, like the fallen body was a misbehaving child testing her patience. "Almost looked like it was gonna be a beautiful day too..."
Pulling away from the window, she began to make her hasty way down, yanking both Maria and Cory along for the ride as an afterthought. "Sorry b*****d isn't going to make it like that." Lucky them, she was musing aloud. "Not enough supplies, not for a drop like that, not to me. Least this one seems a clean case, no bother with the will they won't they...God, and it has to be in the backyard, too, what a little douche canoe..."
Of a strong degree, it would seem, as the once-human was now an undying by the time she reached the outside. Cursing, she cupped her mouth and yelled as loud as she could,
"Breach! Look alive, there's undying in the yard!"
And then, like any dutiful citizen, she gave chase. But hey, at least she wasn't forcing poor Cory and Maria to do the same?
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Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially.
xxElyessi
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xxSyusaki
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:18 pm
[ the yard ]
"Hm." He shook her hand without hesitating, manners overriding prejudice. "That's good, I guess. I'm Max, and you're not a lousy criminal unless you did something to me perso—"
He turned, staring at the shuffling creature and the older woman who followed it. "That's not good." Also not good? That he'd left his weapon in his cell.
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:22 pm
[The Yard]
Zap! Crackle! Pop! He'd been sitting there enjoying his favorite pastime as he watched the shuffling bodies outside the wall piling again. "Whoever get's shoveling duty is going to have to deal with that..." He snickered to himself. He yawned and laid back down on the top of the table, turning his head to another part of the fence to get another look.
"That one's ugly." He muttered as one shuffled closer.
...Closer?
His body shot up so fast he fell on the table and down onto his a**, staring with squinting eyes towards it. It took far longer than it should have to realize that "it" was on the inside, and getting closer to them.
"s**t!" He called, stepping back and looking around at the yard at everyone else, mostly scanning for Aaron since he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge. He wasn't the fighter after all, of the "Fight or Flight" brothers he was the latter, hands down. Quickly he moved back towards more people, making quick distance between himself and whatever the "it" was that hadn't really moved too much...
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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 CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal backround mostly in pickpocketing and shoplifting.
