"Poker, huh?" Scott's response is dismal at best. He ruffles a hand through his dark hair, letting his eyes wander the crowd and picking out the the different numbers that still flashed on the signs of those that hadn't managed to buy their freedom yet. Most of the numbers were much larger than his, yet here he was- selfishly wading in his own pool of pity.
When the young woman introduces herself, Scott gives her a half-hearted smile. "I'm Scott." He wasn't in the best of moods, and his conversation skills were sub-par, but he was happy she had approached. It kept his mind off his impending doom, and it looked like she could use the distraction too. "I was a psych major before all this... what about you?"
COINS: 46 / 95
Elyessi
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Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:12 am
Mr. Hubertson came out if the woodwork, drawn in for the call for the university and crowd of blur and black jerseys. Walking to the back, he sipped a Gingerale to alleviate the horrible dizziness and stomach ache. He should never try playing games with students
"What is this about?" It was sad to see many of them here and he hoped they were making enough.
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Coins: 102/110 - but in a PRP for the last bit
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:23 am
“Hey Rook, just trying to get a drink, earn more coins, lots of coins.” It sounded a little obsessive but she didn’t want to leave anyone behind if she could. There were important others to save.
She merely waved to Cecil as he gave Rook and oversized and giggled when Hitsu kissed him. The look of shock on Rook’s face was worth not missing it. Corey was there but Harper headed towards the back of the group, she wanted to think or at least not feel overwhelmed at the moment.
Taking a stand next to another man in a jersey she gave him a smile despite the grumpy look written on his face.
“Hey!”
musicaloner7
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:44 am
Quietly brooding to himself, while everyone else seemed quite happy-go-lucky and carefree around him, he blocked out all the noise to sink into a world of his own. He had to calculate a most effective and logical way to go about getting out of this place. It was a waste of time being stuck in this low-life's game house, when information could be gathered out there, resourses found, possible HELP found!
Though... the undying and infected weren't here. That was a nice feature. But not good enough one to keep cooped up.
So deep into his thoughts, he nearly missed being greeted. It was in extreme delay that he even did look up from his heads bowed state, to notice someone was... actually looking at him. For a moment he just stared at her, eyes narrowing in a faint squint behind his glasses, before a small glance was given to the opposing side of him. Nope. No one there.
By means of deduction, the girl must have been greeting him. Straightening a little bit, he replied, "Hello." with uncertainty. No one had ever actually interacted with him in this fashion, unless they wanted something. This wouldn't be any different, if the past was anything to go by.
"Did you want something?" straight to the point. No dilly-dallying.
Coins: 60/115
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:57 am
Harper didn’t move not until the man wearing their jersey realized that she was there. He seemed to be really focused into his own thought not giving much time or day to the students around him. A professor was her only guess; he had the same aura that Professor Kim had however less so then what Caroline had.
She stuck out her hand, ignoring the blunt tact of the question as if it he had merely told her hello. “Hi, the name is Harper. I wanted to see how you were doing.” Her eyes looked over the collar still lingering on his neck, the number in red still showing. They were still trying to get everyone out, and if everyone were saved then in Harper’s mind Corey would be too.
“Have you had any luck in games?”
musicaloner7
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:14 am
His expression went blank.
She... wanted to see how he was doing...?
There was another long pause from him as he just stared, unblinking, at her, not believing a word. But what was her angle...? maybe to try and gain his trust and then stab him the back. Take all his materials for herself. Or maybe sell him off to some other crazy person like the casino owner.
No, this was all some kind of ploy, being nice to him like this. The hand wasn't returned, but an introduction was, "Gillian." he replied slowly, eyes further closing to critical slits.
Games... His lips pressed, and his shoulders tightened noticeably with irritation, "No. I find such pointless, games of luck trifling." he was quiet for a moment, before glaring off to the side, "Though I know they are required in order to appease what ever fool it is that set this place up."
Casino coins; 60/115
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
Kelly felt reassured as he smiled. It wasn't something shining, but it was something and it seemed that he was trying. She had been there, that place of focus on the despondent part of this night.
"Communication studies...with some business thrown in..." She said with a shrug, realizing that it was a bit of a wash in terms of what it meant. At least he had some sort of focus on the psych part. Sometimes she questioned where she would go after this...well...before Day Zero happened. Now it seemed she just was floating around once more, and her class drive was gone.
Now it was all about survival, and she wondered if a different major might have given her a better chance. Was there a major for weapons? The thought almost made her snort.
"Sorry, was just thinking if maybe it would have been better if I did another major, looking back on it. But they don't really have anything to teach us how to survive Post-Z."
As she looked around again at the crowd around her, she rubbed her hair again and moved her hand to her collar. She grimaced as she did so, and looked back to the boy once more, "I'm not sure why we are even here, but I really need to try and get my coins. Good luck...I'll see you when this night is over."
She gave him a determined look, daring him to disagree, before running off.
[ Kelly Leaves ]
[ Current Coins: 109 / 125 (RP Plus) ]
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Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:30 am
Harper did not lower her hand. She kept it in front of her held out still waiting for him to take it, even after he gave her a look of question. He really didn’t have to like her, not everyone did, but it wasn’t going to simply stop her from at least being polite in any manner.
“Gillian. Where you a professor at the school?” He wasn’t someone from her department, she knew every professor there. None of them had made it out.
“And yes, I am not very good with any of the games myself but I managed to buy myself.” With her free hand she pointed to her neck, the collar gone. “I wouldn’t say it is so much to appease as so much as a way to stop you from becoming someone’s dinner tonight. It was a good trap however, lure people in with lights and food and then make them buy there way out. If you don’t your dinner to feed the masses, this place really gives me the creeps.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:32 am
There was just something amusing at the fact that even with the world having invaded by zombies, the university students were still acting much like you'd expect university students to act when given access to a casino. They had played a drinking game, and now, one of them was standing on a table, yelling.
Dylan laughed, probably causing a few people around him to look at him oddly, and then made his way over.
"I'm here too." he commented, feeling as if they were almost taking roll. Like it was some sort of field trip. He looked around the group, checking on the people that he knew. It seemed that not everybody had gotten enough coins yet, but he had faith in them.
Go Team.
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Casino Coins: 3/∞
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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.
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:29 pm
Giving Rook a little bit of space he smiled down at him, still incredibly thankful he had been spared of this horrible place. "Still, It means a lot, man." He didn't want to admit that he had been worried but that was probably not hard to tell from the relief on his face.
Somehow he had missed that Hitsu had arrived but Cecil was made well known of her presense the moment she leapt at Rook and assaulted him with affection. He couldn't help but stare, taking in the sceen before he looked away. Should he apologize? That was probably his fault.
Having turned away from whatever was happening Cecil caught sight of Harper first and offered her a wave in return but then his gaze settled on Justin still in his collar. He frowned wondering if he could get the funds together to help him out. Maybe it would be best to give him items to trade for coins? The junkyard was at least helping them out in that respect even though he wasn't sure he completely trusted them either.
Cecil had contemplated walking over to Justin to talk to him about it when he felt someone bump into his back. He turned at once, smiling down when he heard Rorrow. "Oh hey! You got your collar off too!" Cecil was pleased to see that a large majority already had their freedom.
"Party?" There was a slight tilt to his head a shy smile that said he didn't understand.
OnionGrump
Cecil is sorry....maybe???idk
hanging gallow
Cecil says hi ouo /
Hitsuzen
Cecil wonders if Hitsu does this often
Bloodlust Dante
He has his eye on you Justin
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Rorrow~ ouo
Coins: 17
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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: 35 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 Status: Still confused but collar free
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:39 pm
The man stumbled in visibly flushed and sporting a few lipstick stains on a collarless neck. He took a seat at the table, crossing his arms and legs and pointedly looking away.
Don't ask.
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Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:42 pm
Rorrow chuckled as he reached up to pat the other males arm. "I meant that someone helped to bail you out...I would of..." he trailed off his hand slipping to rest on Cecil's elbow as his eyes went downcast. "...s**t..."
He felt like a monster...he was no better than everyone who ran this place. His first thought was to bail himself out then work on the others. Seeing so many...and knowing he didn't help...not one bit. He felt horrible...
Brow crooking, the arch quite high in his surprised expression, he slowly shook his head. A hand adjusted his glasses, and his posture straightened another inch more, "No, no, I'm a student. I have no interest in wasting time teaching those who do not show true interest in a subject. It's pointless for both me and them." he stated.
Looking back at her hand, he crossed his arms in a visible sign of decline, "You can lower your hand. I would rather not place myself into anymore compromising a situation, if possible." after all, she could place some other tag on his wrist, or something. Or maybe yank him down, or break his fingers... who knew with the bunch here. While he'd been placed in a faction, he didn't know anyone, and couldn't trust a single one of them. People were primal, and selfish beasts at their core. And when pushed into corners, and dire times like these... that's when they were at their worst.
This 'nice' and 'friendly' facade of hers wouldn't fool him!
He eyed her neck as it was indicated to be barren of the collar he himself sported. Well if someone like her could manage to get rid of it... then surely he could too. The mention of dinner made him sigh, and shake his head, "I highly doubt I'm of any use as a meal. Plus, there are higher chances of disease spreading from cannibalism, so it's rather idiotic to feast on one another." truly primitive beings, this owner and his goons were.
Coins: 76/115
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:57 pm
Voss was just about to try and leave this hellhole when he saw the gathering of factionmates just out the corner of his eye, silently approaching the group with tired, tense eyes. He's freshly uncollared, and he has his cane back.
On second thought, it's probably good he's here, because leaving by himself would likely not be the smartest thing this old buzzard's ever done as much as he hates this place and finds its entire existence to be emotionally and physically exhausting (and that's without the potential imminent death hanging over everybody's head).
He tries not to think about the fact that so many of his colleagues still have their collars.
"I am, quite regrettably, still here," he announces plainly.
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Casino Coins: 3, and no collar anymore.
Character's name: Frederich Voss Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Yo Character's survival stats: Frederich VossView 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.
