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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 6:50 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Kelly Vanderbeck
Minis account name: Elyessi
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Full-Time Student
Faction: 1 (University)
Character description: Kelly has always faced difficulties with her Anxiety. She can't help but be aware of the things around her, and critical on what is happening, resulting in a keen sense of Hyper-Observance. She often will over assess something, and is quick to voice her concerns and start an Argument in an effort to prevent what she believes is a terrible situation. However, a redeeming quality is how Considerate she is of others - and if anything she will try and save others if she thinks that she can do so.
Kelly has curly, dark blonde hair that gets natural highlights in the summer. Her eyes are green and she often has on leggings and flannel tops, preferring the slouchy outfits over anything eye catching.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was another long evening of studying, meaning that Kelly was stuck in the Library prepping for a major test the next day. She had her laptop and her headphones on, ignoring the people around her and focusing on her reading and the music. It was because of her focus that she lost track of time, and eventually the Library was closing down for the night.
Shocked out of a rapping on the table, Kelly rubbed her eyes before quickly packing everything up and walking down the stairs. It was only a 15 minute warning, but she didn't want to be caught when the campus security did their last rounds.
As she was walking out of the doors to the large common area outside of the library, the lights suddenly cut off. It was silent for a long moment, before a soft buzz of the other students outside began to rise. Kelly felt her heart race, the thought of what could be out in the door distributing. It only took a second for her to talk herself out of it, and she let out a laugh.
Then, there were screams.
Pushing herself back against the now locked doors, her eyes darted around in the darkness as the screams grew louder, and she saw people being chased.
Students scrambled into cars to run, and they began to crash into one another as they left. Kelly, frozen in fear, felt her hand grabbing blindly for the library doors. She spun and began to slam on the glass, hoping to get attention of the workers so they'd let her in. Tears began to stream down her eyes before a flashlight illuminated her form, and someone demanded what was going on.
Pushing past, she demanded they close the door, mumbling about monsters and attacks and screams. The worker was terrified, but took one look outside before dragging her in and to the main office where they could lock the door.
Both hid, in silence, as the windows began to illuminate with lights from fires, and screams began to fill the air.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 7:04 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Emma Tremblay
Minis account name: midnightglow18
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Employment: Toys R US
Faction:
Character description: Emma is a sweet gentle person who doesn't like hurting others. Fast learner, she catches on quickly when there is a problem and works to fix it.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
When the trouble started Emma did her best to avoid all the messed up crazy people. She was shocked that people that she thought of as her neighbors and friends had gone insane and were trying to attack her. It took a while before Emma came to terms with the idea that these were no longer people. She didn't want to believe zombies had invaded her home town. Emma got in her car and headed to work hide among the toys hiding under the stuffed animals where she hoped none of the creatures would think to look for her.
Emma kept her head down waiting for her chance to figure out what to do next, there had to be a way to survive this mess, she found a pipe, the best thing she could think to use for protection and she hid.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:42 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Joy Ann McKinsley
Minis account name: gachide
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Kindergarten Teacher
Faction: District 2 Prison (Same general location as Griff's character please!)
Character description: ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure
Standing at a slightly shorter than average height of 5'2", Joy Ann is a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs. Her mousy brown, shoulder-length hair is usually kept in a tight braid for fighting off attacks from the grubby-hands of her students. A fan of floral prints and bright colors, she doesn't seek to stand out in crowds but normally ends up awkwardly left alone in that space of the room when everyone else has decided to visit the loo or grab another drink. While her new classroom happily operates in a constant state of chaos, she's often feels out of place around other adults and her posture typically reflects this.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Joy Ann was beat, finally done with her school work for the day, but running one last errand before returning home for the night. With the prison volunteer event the next day, she was just about to hand over the last box of donated baked goods when the lights went out. There were three seconds of silence---Joy Ann counted at an automatic reflex as she and one of the prison's cooks stood frozen with the box of cupcakes between them---before shouting voices echoed through the hallways of the prison outside of the kitchen.
"Does this happen often?" the slightly dumpy kindergarten teacher asked the cook conversationally, releasing the box of baked goods after another beat. It was clear that the lights were going to be off for a bit at least. How odd that the prison didn't have generators.
Deciding to follow the cook's advice, Joy Ann felt her way out into the hallway and up the stairs, thanking her lucky stars that this was only a prison for petty crime and not anything worse. It was one thing to have something lifted from your pockets (goodness knew a few things typically went missing from her classroom each day) and quite another to be threatened with a dangerous weapon. Not that anyone would have a dangerous weapon here, surely.
"Infected? Did you just say..." Joy Ann cut herself off, not sure if the person in the dark hallway a ways off from her had been muttering to herself or trying to share with the group. That was one of the nice things about her students. She always knew when they had something to say, because they said it loud.
Where had the cook gotten off to..? The crowd in the hallway seemed to be thinning and there was some light filtering in from a nearby window, which meant it was a perfect chance to look for a familiar face-- Or to see a person that was apparently rabid, only with red spittle, and BEATING up another person.
Joy Ann didn't think, she ran.
Unfortunately, she really had no idea where she was running to. Somewhere, anywhere-- where was the biscuit-loving exit?!
Joy Ann screamed as someone, no something shambled and reached for her. She whirled on her heels out of pure reflex and ran, ran, ran SMACK straight into a door. Ouch... Only, there was a door knob. The usually quiet brunette bit back another scream as she scrambled to open the door and pull it shut behind her. It seemed like she was now going to be up close and personal friends with a broom, push-mop, and several smelly cleaning supplies, but hey, those were all better than whatever was out there. Just what type of criminals were they keeping in this prison anyhow!?
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:58 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Durza Morann
Minis account name: Riffler
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Employment: Ubisoft (Montreal) Motion Capture,
Faction: District 3 Apartments
Character description:  This is a guy with presence, he towers over people at a height of nearly six feet tall. Durza is a man who happens to take pride in his piercings and tattoos and tends to wear open jackets even in the early days of the colder season. He's rather well built thanks to a few hours worth of gym time every day. Hair died permanently a dark red to bring out the gold of his amber eyes.
+ Loyal/Bold
- Harsh/Depressed (Survivor's Guilt)
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Durza was in the middle of posting a new episode in one of his gaming commentaries, he was a bit of an internet celebrity in the gaming community. It was something he'd started up when he figured he might get enough money out of his job to keep up his apartment.
When the lights all went out, the video had just finished uploading. He figured he would have to get the landlord to fix the electricity or he'd never find out how many views it was getting. The whole building was dark... and so was the one out Durza's window. He frowned and moved to step out onto the porch, grabbing the railing as he looked out. The whole block was out of electricity, maybe even the city.
He was on the third floor, not too far of a drop but one that might knock him off his feet were he to try jumping. There were noises coming from the hall, people chatting. He opened his door to ask them if they knew what was going on. The group, a pair of girls, had their bags packed and looked like they were trying to run from something. One of them had torn fabric tied about their arm. They hurried into his apartment, babbling about monsters and getting him to lock his door.
The girls seem nice enough, even if they think its the end of the world. The two convince him to go along with them. Packing items and med kits into Durza's backpack. They figured he was the strongest of them and could manage the weight.
Something was moving out in the hall and by the looks of it, the girls didn't want him opening the door. They decided to take the time to introduce themselves now rather than later, as they might be running in a panic sooner than expected. The bandaged girl went by the name of May and her companion and sister was Lily. Lily pointed out that there was a tree outside Durza's porch that they might manage to jump to. Durza took a few steps and got a running jump, catching onto the nearby tree instead of letting himself fall all the way to the ground. Once he was sure the tree held his weight, he waved to the girls.
May was looking a little pale at this point, but it wasn't anything to worry about, right? Lily was about to make the jump, taking steps back for her running start, when May lunged at her. Durza was stunned by what he witnessed going on. He tried to get back to the girls but Lily screamed at him to go, telling him her number in the building and to go there, that she'd be fine. He didn't want to leave her, but she urged him to go.
He got to her room and picked the lock in time to avoid some unsavory people shambling along. He was on the third floor again now, but mayhem had started and he wasn't about to leave without Lily. How could everything go wrong in just one day?
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 9:44 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: William Perry Jackson III (But his friends call him Third, it’s a running joke)
Minis account name: Sephiros
Age: 27 (but he will forever tell you he’s 21)
Gender: Male
Employment: Hahaha. No.
Faction: 2 - Prison
Character description: Built like your college jock that’s slacking off (it’s been a while since he left the football team), Third has a shock of wavy reddish-brown hair that he will routinely ruffle his fingers through to achieve the practiced bedhead look. His hazel eyes are bright and full of all manner of secreeeeeeets…they offset his slight tan rather well.
Raised upper middle-class, he didn’t get into TOO much trouble, his parents missing the earliest signs of his path into the life of crime as they were rather of the ‘boys will be boys’ school of thinking, and so the times he was actually caught snitching a pack of gum or a magazine were easily excused, as their darling Will was so quick to apologize; seeming genuinely regretful. When, in truth, far more of his activities went completely devoid of consequence. Enough to make such ventures seem profitable.
Puberty did him reasonably well, and his mind seized on the crowd dynamics of a high school locker with more than ample aptitude. Parties, girls (the occasional boy), smoking and underage drinking seemed rather delightful fare after the strict confines of his well-meaning parentals.
It wasn’t until college when a pre-exam ‘good luck’ theft excursion at a local electronics store had him in trouble with more than just his parents.
It didn’t get better from there.
In the local lock-up, Third is always the guy to hit up for cigarettes.
Even if previously they might have been your cigarettes.
Dare you to prove it.
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Laid-back – Third is a real chill guy. He tends not to panic when put into stressful situations and deals with life in a stand-offish, relaxed way – giving off a rather easy-roguish charm. He tends not to let pressing issues get him down and instead only deals with the task at hand. Que, sera, sera~
Intelligent – Oh he’s got brains, let’s not get that wrong. Having been something of a bookworm before peer pressure led him down the path of cliques and gym routines – he has since returned to avid reading in his college drop-out years. A well-rounded player, he is something of a wealth of both useful and useless information.
Manipulative – He’s smart all right, smart enough to attempt to do as little of the work as possible. If he can work an angle to his favor, he will. He likes for everyone to think well of him. If he has to lie, that’s a perfectly acceptable solution, and most-times he’s fairly good at keeping track of his trail of guile.
Self- centered – Whilst not to say that he doesn’t have a few people out there he’d take a bullet for. He views most of the rest of the world with a jaded sense of superiority. His experience is that a great portion of the human race is utterly worthless with but a few exceptions (and of course he’s the best judge of such things). To make himself feel better about it, he’ll often reach out to those he feels are less well off than himself, a need-to-be-needed mentality, though unless he truly makes a bond, he will only extend so much effort towards.
Also did I mention he has a serious….and I mean serious case of kleptomania
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Third had been bike riding down the cracked sidewalk when it all really went to hell. It wasn’t his bike, mind, or at least it hadn’t been until he had released the cycle from the haphazard bungee-cord security that its neglectful owner had abandoned it with. Clearly it was in better hands now. “It’s ok, I’ll take care of you, babe…” He crooned as he stroked a thumb over one of the gear-shifts. Not a bad little pair of wheels, definitely, and a damn sight better than walking.
“WHOA-HO….WHAT THE FU-“ And he nearly sent himself over the handlebars as he skidded to a halt, having forgotten the intricacies of braking a cycle with multiple speeds.
It had kind of looked like a mugging, as he came ‘round the curve….except for the part where bare hands and teeth were involved, a wild sort of clawing that the first fellow was doing…except the second man, eyes already going dim, was making a horrible, gurgling sound as he choked on his own blood…a goner, that one. Oh that…
Third swallowed anything else he’d been about to say as a distinctly dead gaze turned to him with a feral sort of knowing. “Oh now that’s just damned uncomfortable…” The thief muttered under his breath as he then hopped off the cycle, took a running start, bringing the hoisted goods alongside him, between him and the oncoming creature because if there was a shred of human left in that thing then William Perry Jackson III was a pious churchgoer. Getting momentum on the downward slide of the cement hill, he quickly began to notice other figures in the dark…
…and hopped on his bike, flipping the speeds up to allow him the best pedal to the push ratio.
This vantage point allowed him to see the glow of fire in the distance.
He’d joked with buddies in the past, about apocalypse theories and horror movie canons, about what they’d do if the world all went to s**t.
But those had just been theories. Adrenaline sped up the beat of his heart as he considered what his possibilities were. This was something he never thought he’d have to worry about.
Welp, Third ol’ buddy, time to steal a gun…and lay low.
Though now, he supposed - grinning wryly at the thought - it was going to be called looting.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 10:14 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Noah Ó Braonáin (O'Brennan)
Minis account name: KianaNala
Age: Twenty-Six
Gender: Female
Employment: Interior Designer
Faction:
Character description: Medium to long auburn/red hair, pale complexion (unless she's been in the sun then she is tanned), 5'10, ~130lbs, slim and very well toned, slight muscle definition, green eyes and slightly plumped lips. Noah's clothing style completely varies depending on her mood. If she's feeling daring, for example, she can usually be found wearing faux leather pants and jacket. If she's feeling more flirty she may wear something more casual but nice (see ref image).
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Noah is a very creative person and is very outgoing, playful and doesn't take life too seriously which depending on the situation may cause more trouble. She's very comfortable in her own skin and is more than willing to talk about things most people are uncomfortable with. Despite this, however, whenever someone is upset she finds herself often uncomfortable and even more so when she can't cheer the person up which makes her feel somewhat inadequate. She will bend over backwards for just about anyone, even strangers. When she is "used" by others she can certainly hold a grudge for what seems like eternity and while she does allow for second chances, that is their last chance. Noah is very much a sporty person who delights in extreme sports.
Overall, Noah is an extremely friendly person who treats strangers the same as her friends which is with kindness and compassion. Noah is generally a peaceful person and should problems arise she will defend herself or others but refuses to allow herself to partake in what she calls "needless drama." In most situations she's more of a collaborator or accommodator but can be more "forceful" when it is deemed necessary. Noah is not a pushover in the least.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: (( This is your DAY ZERO entry prompt. Please write 100 - 500 words (shortish) to the prompt below and respond to it (delete this part and only write the prompt):
Noah hadn't been to certain what was going on but something felt very wrong. The virus that had been going around had been well, terrifying, to say the least. When people began to mutter weird things that was nearing her "Oh shiz, we need to figure out a plan" moment. Noah wasn't the typical girly-girl who would freak out over every little thing but it felt different than their typical run of the mill case of avian flu or whatever else the media felt like making a huge production over. Then the final straw came. Noah had started out the day with a bit of a rush but when she arrived at one of the job sites she had to check up on that day she hadn't been expecting to see one of the workers frothing at the mouth, blood dripping down his chin and assaulting one of the other crew. Noah wasn't one to run from a challenge but today was different. There was no way she was sticking around to find out what was going on. Noah quickly left out the front door and fled, not bothering to look back--or shut the door.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 11:05 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Akane Himura
Minis account name: Tasinei
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Full-Time Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Both her parents were Japanese immigrants, she has inherited the same pale skin and long black hair that ends just mid back. Her eyes are a very dark brown borderline black and she always makes sure she was makeup to accentuate them. Clothing wise, she enjoys dresses and stockings, or will have some form of layered style going on with shirts too large for her that she wears with a belt around the waist.
Old habits die hard, Akane may seem open a lot of the time, but she is actually wary and a bit paranoid of others most of the time. Her biggest discomfort is with large crowds. She’s closed lipped and reserved with those she does know, and even more so with strangers. Akane likes keeps to herself because it keeps her out of trouble and out of everyone else's minds.
One thing that you cannot fault Akane for is how hardworking she is. She sticks her hands or mind into the problem at full capacity, giving every situation or whatever she’s doing her 110% always. If given a compliment, Akane is very modest, she'll probably just laugh it off and fire another compliment right back at you. Akane doesn't let compliments get to her head, and on that note, she hardly lets anything get to her.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Listen to the beat … beat … beat.
Akane bobs her head to the techno music blaring in her earphones, she’s moving around the room almost dancing as she works on a mannequin. She has a shirt due tomorrow for one of her fashion classes and she just needs to put the final touches on it. She’s just about to put in the last stitch on a design she’s putting into the shirt when the lights go out.
“Ow damn it!” She’s pricked her finger in the darkness. She could have sworn that she’d advised the right people that she’d be here late to work on her project. Getting up, Akane puts her hand sin front of her in the air trying to avoid the other mannequins as well as tables and chairs as she tries to make it to the door.
“Ouff.” She walked right into a table, patting her stomach while groaning but keeps going. A chilling scream cuts through the air and makes her stop. She hears running and footsteps, a light flashes in the class window, someone’s cell phone, but now there’s more yelling. Why hadn’t she thought of that? Quickly, Akane moves to the door and locks it. She can’t cover the window but she definitely can walk away and hide somewhere. Someone seems to have set something on fire in the court yard, it’s lighting up the room and Akane can see the growing chaos outside.
Terrorists? War? Aliens?! Akane moves towards the window, looking out and watching as people begin attacking others. She knew then she should have taken her grandmothers offer to go study in Japan. Moving quickly now, since she had to hide from these crazy people, she grabbed her bag and a pair of scissors and hide under one of the tables. She’d be able to keep an eye on the windows and the door in case anyone tried to come in. She didn’t know if she could stab someone, especially with a pair of scissors, but she refused to die here without making sure her parents were okay.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 1:20 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Rook
Minis account name: OnionGrump
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Employment: C average student
Faction: District 1: University
Character description: (( DESCRIBE your character. Give us TWO positive traits about your character and two negative traits. Give us a BRIEF physical description rundown of your character ))
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: (( This is your DAY ZERO entry prompt. Please write 100 - 500 words (shortish) to the prompt below and respond to it (delete this part and only write the prompt):
It is nighttime at ten pm when the lights go out. That is the last time you see the lights, or electricity. At first confused shouts, anger, and then, gradually within the span of minutes, or even hours, the chaos ramps up. You hear and see people passing by you, shouting unintelligibly. Someone mutters something about the infected and you wonder if it is tied to those strain cases of the virus going around recently, claiming lives and making people crazy. You see a random civilian, frothing blood at the mouth, beating up another person, and do not have the time to confirm your suspicions before you start running. You see people walking stiltedly, in shambles, no longer resembling people but decayed bodies still moving, reaching out towards you, snapping at you, attacking others. It is chaos. The streets are alight with fires, with people running, with cars jammed onto every corner. People are panicking, you can't tell what is going on there is simply no time, as you are separated from everyone-
- And then you are forced to hide. It isn't an act of shame, it isn't an act of pride of hatred. You simply hide because you have nowhere to go. The chaos ensues around you, and you still hide. ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:37 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Stanley Parker
Minis account name: Vamps
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Intern at a local newspaper, student
Faction: 3-Apartments
Character description: Some dweeb with a serious thing for NPR, BBC World, and the Associated Press. Five something, smells like sandwhiches and coffee, dresses like they are from the 90s and plays a lot of 90s pop-rock. MM BOB. DOO WOP. Super paranoid, super compulsive, super sensitive, and super radical.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: <******** this s**t I'm out. ******** this s**t I'm out. Not Thanks-' The music played on her headset as she rifled trhough the sparse cleaning closet. A mop, a bucket, some chemicals, a lot more rags than needed, the stink of stagnant water- she may have wanted to have a story to report on but she sure as all heckie did want this.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:46 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Dorian Gray (laughs into the wind)
Minis account name: Vamps
Age:31
Gender: Male
Employment: Manager of a Bank
Faction: 4 Mall.
Character description:
-Skeptic, Pessimist, non-confrontational, orderly
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Dorian was very sure that there were better places to hid than a dressing room in victoria's secret. For one thing, the stink of perfume wouldn't exist. Another thing, it wouldn't be awkward if he was found, plus, it would be difficult to explain to his wife why he had run into victoria's secret and not into some other store.
Saying 'well insane people don't seem interested in underwear just like you don't seem to be interested in anything fun either' was probably not a reason that would go over well.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 4:51 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO  Character Name: Percy Hamilton
Minis account name: BritaLee
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Employment: Warehouse Worker
Faction: 3 Apartments
Character description: Reference
+ Independent
+ Brave
- Reclusive
- Brash
Percy has tan skin, black hair, and grey eyes. He is very tall, a medium build.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"No!!" Percy shrieked at his screen, the controller still clutched in his hands. He'd been in the middle of a winning streak. And now of all times, the power decided to go out. His TV screen was dark, the room even darker. With frustration he slammed the controller down, flopping back onto the couch in a huff. "It figures. It ******** figures." A night off work, and he's stuck with no power/
What else could go wrong?
After an hour or so of pouting, he heard the murmurs outside his apartment start to get more agitated. "Geez, it's just a power outage. Calm your tits.." He grumbled, staring at the door. Even on the streets down below, he heard shouts and screams. Were they all drunk? Sure, all the hype about some virus was making people extra edgy and paranoid, but still. Honestly, people in general were such a pain. "You're in public. ******** behave." He grumbled to himself with a sigh. "It's all hype. First the flu, then swine flu, now this. Whatever.." Maybe now would be a good time to eat any fridge food in danger of going bad.
Finally, near midnight, he decides to take a short trip downstairs. The 24 Hour mart was open, and he was out of pop.
But in the streets, things were getting weird. Too weird.
A scruffy looking woman, blood frothing at her mouth, lunged at a young man who looked like a wannabe rapper. She was beating the s**t out of him, and just as Percy moved to help, another man also frothing, joined the fray. They looked demented, and worse... contagious. He'd need to get help. They looked like they were a little bitey. Percy ran for the mart, but coming out of the front doors was a small wave of people, shambling clumsily, and looking about as put together as the two attackers he'd seen. Their skin was peeling, rotting. The smell was horrible. His stomach turned, and he wondered if maybe he could be dreaming.
No.. this was too real. The fear too painful in his chest. And those people... those things that looked like zombies... they were reaching for him. Coming for him.
Percy ran. He ran like his life depended on it, as those pursuers attacked those around him. He ran back inside his building, ducking away from infected in the halls and up the stairs. He slammed the door into his room and locked it up. His heart pounded, his stomach turned and his eyes burned.
"What the Hell!?" He choked back, covering his face with his hands, pacing in circles. "********.... ********...."
"What do I do?"
Wait.. wait for help. Wait for the army? For someone... anyone... This was just too big for him alone.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 5:29 pm
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((but don't worry, prison folk. Micky lives..))
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 5:35 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Lorena Montfort
Minis account name: Tasinei
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Employment: Housewife / unemployed, she has a degree in confectionary
Faction: District 3 Apartments
Character description: Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
In the case of Lorena you can definitely judge her by her looks. She is deeply sensible and proud of her appearance but not to the extent of vanity. In fact, her sensibility robs her of vanity and of arrogance because it is eminently sensible to realize that you are not the centre of the universe or uncommonly beautiful. She is, on the surface, astoundingly boring. She doesn't seem to have faults. Then you spend more time with her and you realize, that's because her faults are deeply sensible as well.
See, she doesn't understand people because people are not sensible. It makes her, a bit dense, too honest and blunt, to the point where she doesn't understand when people are lying to her. She takes everything at face value because why would anyone lie? Strangely enough for a woman who doesn't understand lying, she has a surprisingly dry sense of humor and a deep empathy for others. She knows that things are not just black and white just as she knows her own moral code.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
“Why are you still up at this time Lorena? It’s ten at night.” Usually she was in bed at eight sharp.
“The bills need to be paid Hurby, if I don’t do this now it’s only reasonable that they start shutting of some of our utilities.” Lorena sighed, looking from bill to bill trying to calculate how much they owed. Even then, it would be no use, she knew well enough they didn’t have the money after Hurby had lost his job. Still, she felt it necessary to try and give them a little, it was the right thing to do.
“Damn it woman! When are you going to understand that we need to keep the money to pay for –“ The lights flickered once and then were out, Lorena sighed again.
“See, I told you.” Problem was, when Lorena looked out the window the whole city was off. “Oh maybe, it’s a city outage?” Hurby huffed, cursed when he knocked into something hard before opening the door to their tiny apartment and speaking with other tenants in the hallway.
Lorena moved closer to the window, looking out. A man stumbles to the ground while another runs past him screaming bloody murder. People have abandoned their cars, running away from other people who seem to be chasing. One woman in particular grabs Lorena’s attention as she latches onto another’s neck and removes pieces of flesh.
“Hurby!” She stumbles away from the window, bumps into the kitchen counter and falls to the ground.
“Lorena, for the love of god, stay put! They’re talking about infected out here, so stay here I’m going to go out and find out what’s going on.” Before she can protest, he closes the door and locks it behind him. Lorena is alone in the darkness, screams echo through the night and fires begin to blaze through the streets. Afraid, she stumbles in the darkness, groping for something to help her up and away from the kitchen. She needed to hide and stay safe. With both hands on the wall, Lorena manages to make it to their bedroom and then shuffles herself under the bed.
Hurby would be back any time now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 5:42 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Yvonne Townsend
Minis account name: EldaKun
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Employment: Trash Collector
Faction: 3 Apartments
Character description:
[+] Physically Strong: Yvonne knows that the only thing that gets you through is this world is hard work, and being a city sanitation worker is about as hard as it gets. She spends her days manhandling trash bins, and has the arms to prove it. She can easily lift 100 lbs+.
[+] Brave: She's not really afraid of much, and she doesn't take s**t from anyone. Yvonne's been fighting for as long as she can remember, and she's not working to back down from anything.
[-] Stubborn: Pigheaded would perhaps be more correct. She does things her own way, and is not one to consider the motivations of others.
[-] Uneducated: She never finished high school. Yvonne always figured she'd get her GED eventually and maybe take a few classes at the community college, but the time was never right and before she knew it she was 30 and it hardly seemed to matter anymore. She doesn't read much, and doesn't own a computer. She likes TV though! She's not dumb by any means, just more street-smart than book-smart.
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Yvonne is statuesque woman who is quickly approaching middle age. Despite this, she is in the best shape of her life. She is the trim muscular of someone who works had, but doesn't really work out. Her hair is long, thick, black dreadlocks, dyed a shockingly unnatural red at the ends and often pulled back into a messy ponytail. She has chocolate brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her "style", or lack thereof, is messy; "I-don't-give-a-s**t-if-I-ruin-this". Often seen in ratty jeans and heavy work boots. She's got 12 tattoos, and asking her to show you all of them will get you punched in the face. She loves her ink and gets it touched up regularly. However, it doesn't show up well on her dark skin, especially in bad lighting and almost all her tattoos can be easily covered with clothes.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
The night was young, and dark, and full of muffled screaming. Yvonne sighed grumpily at the noise. Didn’t people have jobs to go to in the morning? She sulked around her darkened apartment, despondent over the lack of electricity and the disruption of her nightly routine of television and a beer until bed. The flame of the single emergency candle she’d scrounged up flickered as she brooded on the threadbare couch.
The night lengthened, and she pulled a thick fleece blanket from the back of the hallway closet. On a whim, or maybe a flash of insight, she grabbed the wooden baseball bat that also lived in the closet. She propped the bat beside her on the couch and settled in with the blanket over her. It was going to be a long night.
She woke in total darkness, who knows how many hours later – her only clock was on the microwave and it had died with the power, to the sound of screams. Closer now. Louder. Feet pounding on the apartment stairs. Doors slamming. God, what was wrong with people? Untangling herself from the blanket she grasped the baseball bat and went to the window. The scene outside was chaos. People running every which way, screaming, crying, in flight from . . . something? She could see others still moving more slowly, shambling through the hazy night, lit only by emergency lights and the headlights of abandoned cars.
Yvonne recoiled from the window. She briefly debated going outside to the source of the trouble, but rejected the idea quickly opting to stay hidden in her apartment. Trouble would find her soon enough, she was sure, and when it did she would be ready.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 6:07 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Sam Thomas
Minis account name: DarkHeartedSorrows
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Employment: Local pet store employee
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description:
+ || Driven || Sam is a very motivated person. She does everything she can to better herself and make sure she's progressing in life and Getting s**t Done.
+ || Compassionate || She cares about people, even ones she's just met, and wants to help those in need.
- || Bull-headed || Once an idea gets into Sam's mind, its hard for her to let it go. She wants to just rush forward and try it instead of thinking out the consequences.
- || Clumsy || Prone to dropping things or tripping up.
Physical || Dark skinned with a mess of hair pulled into two buns. She's a little on the short side, but doesn't let that stop her.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Metal screeched against metal as all the shops in the mall started to close down. The last straggling teenagers were still hovering, not yet ready to go home. Sam cursed as she struggled with the metal gating on the pet store. Relatively normal.
The sudden blackout and screaming made her jump back, her key scratching against the lock loudly. She could barely comprehend what was happening. Virus, infected.. It didn't mean much to her startled mind. But the frothing, terrifying face of someone shambling by was enough to kick her into gear.
Her boots echoed in the near empty halls of the mall as she ran. It was a good thing she'd worked her for so long - it made it easier to navigate the dark floors without bumping into too many things. Her hip did catch on a chair or two, but she'd worry about the bruise later.
She burst through the front doors only to be met with even worse chaos. Fires, more screaming, more terrifying people barely crawling by. Her hands shook, but she couldn't stay frozen out in the open.
She dove into the bushes near the entrance and ducked down. The only thing muffling her harsh, terrified breathing were her trembling fingers.
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