Mr. Hubertson hadn't lived in a dorm room since he had gone to college, 30 years back, and the old mattresses did nothing for his back. The college life, even in the wake of this new epidemic, was not for him, and he missed his house off campus greatly.
Pressing against his back, he dressed in the same bland grays he had always worn when he taught, this time with a pale, creame colored button up shirt and tie, and put on his glasses after his turn taking a shower (that too was not a relationship he liked having with hsi students.)
Walking out, he tried to spot any fellow proffessor and jumped when he heard the shout. The find was a good system of keeping everyone in check, but it suited the younger sort better than a man in his fifties. Still, he was not for making more trouble for the campus than it already had and he no longer had that professoral distance anymore to ask for a different uniform. There was no faculty here any longer.
Moving slowly up, he tried not to bend so much, and took out Jersey 40, finding it one that wasn't so small as to be a bother, and put it on, the entire getup looking awkward and strangly more wrinkled than it had when coming out of the box.
"You keep up the good work, Ms. Jane, Ms. Kercher. M. MIller." He said, pausing to say each of their names in his usual slow, drawn tone.
He moved out of the way.
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Character's name: Morris Hubertson Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, balding, 56 year old proffessor with large, thick glasses. Sounds like Droopy Dog.
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Charlie Taking 40.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:31 pm
Kammy was still lamenting over the lack of everything as she walked out of the room, when her ears detected the sounds of trouble starting afoot. It wasn't very loud, but the dull taps and scraping noises were enough to make freeze her heart in terror.
s**t, had the infected gotten in? That totally sounded like zombies knocking on pipes in the bathroom. Her mind provided her with various images of zombies popping out of toilet bowls, meanwhile thinking about the most logical thing to do in this situation, which was to recruit all the party members. No way in hell she was soloing this.
The girl stumbled backwards, then did a 180 and half stumbled, half ran, towards Charlie, Caroline and Corey (She may have stopped by Charlie to grab onto his horn for good luck. Okay she totally did that and may have yanked it too.)
"GUYS!" Kammy shouted to the group then clutched her mouth and began to talk quietly. "There's tapping and scrapping coming from the toilets. I think something might have 1337 h@x04 their way inside!"
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
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Yeah pretty much everyone here she aint keepign quiet
A passerby heard Kammy screaming, and rolled their eyes. "Dude," he yelled from down the hall, "it's probably like some kids banging. It happens all the time. Seriously, ******** that, I need to piss."
He went into the washroom and did not return back out. The scraping noise continued from inside.
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At this point this is open for everyone to investigate! Please mention you are investigating the location, UNIVERSITY WASHROOMS
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:39 pm
[ DORMS ]
Corey was content with group watching, but Kammy's rather sudden return was the shock she needed to finally wake up. It was like a light had gone on; the exhausted suddenly looking quite alert.
"Kammy, what?" The internet speak went straight over her head, but the rest of it was rather clear. Something scrapping in the toilets? That could have been anything. Including their worst case scenario. Within moments she was reaching back, snatching something that had been propped up against the wall - a javelin, the last intact one from the gym.
"Take us to where you -" She trailed off, staring at their wayward companion as he left to go towards the washrooms. When he didn't return, she gripped the javelin all the tighter. s**t.
"Anyone who wants to come with us on a search party, we're leaving. Now." She turned to look towards Kammy. "Ready?"
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Character's name: Corey Lane Character's faction: University (FACTION LEAD) Character's journal link: N/A Character's survival stats: N/A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER See Avatar
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:43 pm
"I'll leave the investigating to you young, spry things." Harvard waved his hand dismissively. He certainly still felt young and spry himself (for a given level of both 'young' and 'spry'), but he didn't feel like heading off to investigate weird noises. No sir, thank you, the world had gone to s**t enough without him putting himself further in harm's way. Or in ******** students' ways.
He sighed and leaned against a nearby wall.
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:01 pm
[ Dorms ]
Following the hasty compliment, Caroline's stern expression softened into something more inviting.
"Nonsense, Peter." With something akin to playful fondness, her fingers passed over the '9' on the jersey he held. "Nineteen is a very good number to prefer. Not as good as nine, but very close."
The space which should have been filled with a humorous gesture or expression was devoid of anything of the sort.
"Besides--one is never too old to embrace the sentiment in being part of a team. We were already a team, wouldn't you say? Engineers to the end? Together?" She gave him a sly little smile, biding time as she worked through the best way to answer his question about her work. Everything would be a lie, unless it wasn't; and if it wasn't, it still was, in the sense that it would be deliberately misleading.
"What was here is still here," she settled on, tightly clinging to her jersey like a security blanket. "But our legacy will be something bigger. Don't you feel it?"
Her attention was diverted away from him, at least partially, as she tended to the others who came to retrieve their jerseys. In any instance where she could reasonably avoid further commentary, she did - she, too, preferred leaving these sorts of roles to the younger members, but she didn't mind recording numbers. Numbers were simple enough.
This went on in beautiful monotony until the brief solace of simply recording one after the other was interrupted again. Her eyes turned up towards Harvard in response to his comment, possibly looking even less 'chipper' than before.
"Yes," she replied with utmost solemnity, her one visible eye seemingly staring at his soul.
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Character's name: Dr. Caroline 'Kendall' Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:⑨ Character's survival stats: -- Jersey Number: 09
Character Description: 5'8" + a few inches from boot heels. Disheveled dark red hair that is loosely pulled/pinned back in at least 5 places, always falls over her right eye. Green eyes that seem a bit empty. Faltering makeup. White coat with a faculty badge clipped onto it. Often visibly a few pieces short of her brainpuzzle.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:23 pm
[Dorms]
Winnifred Opal was going to get herself a jersey before she went wandering off. Unity could only help the community.
"Winnifred Opal Staford," she said as she signed her jersey out. #37. Which she took to be a sign. If she could live to be 37, things would be good.
And then she got out herself out of the way. Let others have their turn and all.
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Character's name: Winnifred Opal Staford Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and female, short light brown hair, dark brown eyes.
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Claiming Jersey #37
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:26 pm
[Enter] Cecil had returned to the dorm area just in time to hear the tail ends of a conversation about a search party. "Is...someone in trouble?" He asked cautiously, stepping up to the group ready to help if he was needed.
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Character's name: Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference
"Dude, you seriously can't just go in there and piss with kids banging like that." She was just a little put off that she wans't being taken seriously, but once he had gone and neglected to return, Kammy was more then just a little worried.
But luck was on her side, as Corey was going to take this seriously. Yes, she had one party member on her side! "Tottaly ready" She said back, though she didn't feel it and more then wanted to just exit but that was always a douche move.
When Cecil came in, she turned his way looking just a tad stressed. "Someone went to go pee in the toilets, just when I said I hear weird noises, and now they're not there. Them or their pee. I think they got eaten. Or banged I don't know."
And now of course she was going to go walk right towards it. Brilliant. "Don't suppose you wanna tag along on our possible last mission ever? Could totally use a barbarian." She had totally gave him his own class. We could maybe take out some of the pipes too. Does the bathroom even work? Cause if it doesn't anymore I claim a pipe. Pipes and zombies go well together."
She then lead the others out of the room, and towards the toilets. Where she stood there for about a minute before she gathered up the courage to take a few more steps near the entrance, and grasping the edge of the wall peered inside.
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:40 pm
"Well," he patted her awkwardly on the shoulder - once, twice. "I'm sure we all have been affected in different ways." Some more addled than others, he thought. She answered his 'or' question as though it had been 'yes/no' and if that wasn't the most goddamn annoying thing... He forced up a smile.
"One day I'm sure you'll, uh, find science again, Dr. Kendall. It's everywhere, after all." Harvard did not sound hopeful.
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:57 pm
At least five infected, not yet fully turned, still eating the twitching body of their last victim, turned around to stare straight at Jenna.
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VERSUS THE INFECTED:
Pool of infected have 60 HP! They do -2 auto damage to each player, clawing and biting at any given moment! You can attack unlimited turns! Upon defeating the pool, you are able to SUPPRESS them, meaning you can separate and bind them to throw outside. You could kill them, but apparently that leads to bad things..
Anyone can jump in to help!
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:02 pm
If only he'd had a phone -- Austin would have liked to have been lounging in the back, toying with something different, making everyone wait a moment when he was called and he approached the front of the room. Instead, he was left itchy and impatient, mouth pinched and eyebrows pulled together, and he halfway jumped to attention at the sound of his name. He didn't quite stomp to the front, but he went quickly, dipping a hand in to steal a jersey at random.
"...have these even been washed?" He gave the thing an experimental sniff as he stepped back, and looked around, prepared to protest, but --
Commotion, in the distance. It caught his attention and made him tip his head, uncertain as he meandered away from the role call, torn between investigating and staying safely out of harm's way.
Claimed Jersey #33
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Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
The first of the pats was welcomed, almost leaned into, as though Caroline unconsciously, hungrily sought any form of contact. The second was met with a retreat as she shrunk away, entirely contradictory to the way she'd seemed just a second ago.
"Well," she echoed, for no reason but to have something to say, her gaze following the potential escape route presented by trouble. It was quickly apparent that this wasn't the sort of trouble that she wanted to seek, so she waved Corey and the others off with the utterance that "someone has to stay with the numbers", presumably intending to take that upon herself.
She was silent for a bit, guarding the remaining jerseys and the list with a far higher sense of purpose than they deserved, but eventually spoke up again without looking away from them.
"So. What have you found?"
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Character's name: Dr. Caroline 'Kendall' Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:⑨ Character's survival stats: -- Jersey Number: 09
Character Description: 5'8" + a few inches from boot heels. Disheveled dark red hair that is loosely pulled/pinned back in at least 5 places, always falls over her right eye. Green eyes that seem a bit empty. Faltering makeup. White coat with a faculty badge clipped onto it. Often visibly a few pieces short of her brainpuzzle.
Kammy found herself face to face with a group of infected, all staring at her. Normally she would stand back and think about things, but considering she had a group with her. And, well, she was the party leader, so that called for action didn't it.
"..It's alright guys, I WILL HANDLE THIS!" She screamed and ran at the zombies with her hands flailing as if she was trying to punch them.
Instead, they just grabbed onto her, and one bit her arm.
"OW. s**t. MAGE DOWN MAGE DOWN. BUFFS MAN I NEED. BARBARIAN TANK FOR ME."
HP: 48 Damage: 0
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Look if she'd had her way, she would have totally slept past dawn. But she'd trudged her butt out as needed, blinking away the sleep that tried to cling to her and going about the basic morning routines. Or... well. Whatever the hell could be considered basic in the last month but.... y'know what, she wasn't going to nit-pick on this.
Or try not to. Out loud.
Anton had actually been pretty damn amused at the jerseys, lining on up to grab one and oh did she grin like a bit of a fool as she followed the others before her in claiming her new identifying number. "Three for me! Nice find on this, that's actually pretty nifty." Ok so it was probably super dorky she was so smiley about all this but... legit? Little things at this point. Super, tiny, little things.
As she gathered her new apparel up, she spotted a particular brunette she'd become kinda accustomed to seeing around. Rounding up to the slightly--ha!--shorter girl, Anton lifted two fingers in a mock salute greeting as she approached Lucy. "Hey girlie." It was a basic greeting. She'd... y'know, seen her around. Kinda hard to not at least kinda know who people were after everything thus far. Anton just kinda wanted someone to hang around for the moment, y'know? Lucy just happened to have the luck--biased opinion, granted--of being the one the redhead spotted and wandered on over to.
Her lips twitched and she motioned to the jerseys. "Least blue's not the worst color we could be stuck with, right?"
She could hear the commotion and the concerns... but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go look around for trouble either. Trouble had a funny way of just finding people regardless of if they stuck their nose into it...
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Character's name:Antoinette Anton Shepard Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Antoinette ShepardView Jersey Number: #3 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER At 5’3”, Anton isn’t the most intimidating person on the block. Her bright red hair, green eyes, and I-don’t-tan-I-burn pale body might make for a classic picture with her temper, but for how she keeps her body as toned as her mind, she’s got it in her head she’s a force to be reckoned with. Her clothing is usually large sweaters and jackets over sportswear and comfy, sturdy boots with lots of padding in them. Though she’s got a thing for layering her tops, she likes to keep a general theme of movement around her. Or, y’know, cheap works too.