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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 6:51 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Cecil Halvorson
Minis account name: InuMitsu
Age: 26
Gender: male
Employment: Currently Interning under the Professor of Anatomy and Physiology at University
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Freshly graduated Cecil just started his internship at the University in hopes of becoming a teacher. He is always eager and happy to lend a helping hand despite what it might cost him and always tries to think positively even if a situation turns sour. The downfall is he is trusting, maybe a little too trusting at times but he wants to give everyone the benefit of a doubt. He is also a little squeamish when it comes to blood.
Cecil is fairly tall standing at 206cm, has a platinum gray tint to his hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. He smiles a lot especially when nervous. Picture reference
Do I own any characters in the shop? yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It had been late, far later than most would be working but Cecil had been busy grading papers for the next day's class. Busy work, that was all it had been, but he didn't really mind it. It was work that the Professor had given him to do and he had stayed late to make sure it was done.
He had heard the occasional shuffle of feet in the distance down the hall but thought nothing of it. It wasn't uncommon for the students to run about as they finished up last minute projects or ran from room to room collecting things that they would need like supplies or printed reports. Even the shouts he had heard didn't gain much of a response beyond a concerned glance now and then but when the electricity went off things changed. Shouts became screams, shuffling feet became full on runs as people sprinted down the halls.
That was when Cecil had gotten up, no longer concerned with putting grades to paper, not that he could really see what he was doing in the dark. Something was wrong and he didn't know just how wrong until he passed a window of one of the neighboring classes and got a view of outside. Chaos had erupted and within seconds he was swept up in it. There were more people than he realized inside the walls of the university but not all of them were people. At least not anymore. Through the rush of students and staff he caught sight of the nightmare that had infected their halls. He could easily smell the blood and decay and the sight of it made him nauseous. What were they? He couldn't make sense of it.
He ran, trying to usher students to safety as he went. He had to fight to avoid clawing fingers and snapping teeth but he finally made his way into the teacher's lounge where he took refuge. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew he should help more people but for now he needed to come up with a plan. The only choice was to wait.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:16 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Eleanor(Ellie) Tremlett(Trem)
Minis account name: Rikku Takanashi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Employment: High School Student/Barnes and Noble
Faction: District 4 Mall.
Character description:
[ + ] Brave - Ellie is surprisingly quite brave despite her shyness. As long as it's not something that involves too much social interacting she'll jump right in! However, in serious situations she will be brave even if it does involve social interacting. In serious or intense situations she can usually keep her head very well and is good at thinking on her feet.
[ - ] Shy - Ellie isn't just shy... She's painfully shy... Overall she's quiet and nervous around most people. Rarely will she look a stranger in the eye and is bashful about most things. When having to speak with someone, her voice tends to be soft and her words clumsy... Socially awkward is a good word for her. She doesn't always say the right things when she does speak. Also, because her interests aren't so mainstream as others, she doesn't tend to have much in common with other teens her age. Her Shyness is so bad at times that if she's around someone she doesn't like she may take to hiding behind some she does like. Not out of fear persay but out of a desire to avoid the person.
[ + ] Loyal - If one can get past the painful shyness and get her to open up, they will discover a more open, kind, and surprisingly generous girl who just wants friendship. To those she considers her friends, she is extremely loyal. She will gladly share her food, loan money, or even become a meat shield. But, it isn't easy to get past that shyness which is why if she considers you a friend it's a high honor in her book.
[ - ] Lonely - Because of her painfully shy nature and lack of real friends, Ellie tends to feel lonely a lot of times... It's not bad enough to where she's depressed, but it means during a bout of loneliness she might accept a friendly acquaintance as a friend a bit too easily...
Other Tidbits
Bookworm - Ellie truely loves books! The smell of the paper, the feel of the page, and the stories they contain. She has a hunger for knowledge and a love of discovery. She reads everything from fantasy, sci-fi, and mysteries to biographies, instructional books, and historical books.
A Bookworm not a Jock... - Ellie is... Well, she's not bad at physical sports by any means, but she's not exactly great at them either... She does what she has to, stay in shape but otherwise prefers books to physical exercise.
Special Book - Ellie has a love of mythology which was sparked by a gift her parents gave her when she was young. A hard copy of a book which compiled the Brothers Grim stories. It has become a cherished object to her which she carries around everywhere and seeks comfort in.
Physical Description
Hair: Soft hazel brown with shortish shaggy bangs and side locks. Orange thin hairclips keep her bangs out of her eyes. Two thick braids make up the back portion of her hair and one or both braids is usually resting on her shoulder. (See the Kimi's Warm Bashful Braids Item)
Eyes: Soft brown eyes
Skin: Ivory beige
Height: 5'3
Typical Color Pallet: Autumnal Colors such as orange, brown, black, red, and occationally green.
Typical Outfit: A brown dress shirt with sleeves rolled halfway up her upper arm make up her bottom shirt. Over that is a pumpkin orange suit vest with brown buttons and two front pockets. Her bottoms are made up of a autumn brown short button down pencil skirt with orange buttons and orange pleating attached to the bottom which brings the length to mid thy. Brown thy length socks cover her feet and legs while her shoes consist of a pare of pumpkin orange spat style boots with a wide top and low heel.
References: Dress Shirt (Only brown with orange buttons), Suit Vest (Only orange with brown buttons), Rest of Outfit (Only the hairclips are a different color as are the socks and the skirt is a darker brown)
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: It all seemed like it would be a average day for Ellie. However, it would prove to be anything but...
It had started like normal. She went to high school, got off from school, and went to work at her favorite Bookstore in the mall-Barnes and Noble. Because of her shyness, she mostly worked behind the scenes. And on weekdays, the owner let her leave an hour before closing time so she could do her homework before bed.
Well, 10pm rolls around and Ellie was already changed out of her work clothes, ready to leave, As she neared the doors leading out of the book store, she gives the
owner a shy wave. He was a friendly man, one of the few people she had
opened up to. "Have a good night Ellie! Get home safe!" he calls
jovially to her. Nodding, she smiles as she clutches the strap on her
red messager style bag. "T-thanks!" she calls back in what most would
consider a regular tone of voice, which in truth was a shout for her.
With her hand on the handle of the ornate inner set of doors, Ellie
had turned and made to leave. And that's when the lights flickered
once, twice, then went out completely... Curious, confused mutterings
soon fill the air as worried customers move towards the front counter,
abandoning books and cafe treats alike all in hopes the manager could
do something. Unfortunately, he could not. He was, in fact, as
confused as everybody else... "Strange... There aren't any storms
about... And we maintain this building meticulously..." he muses to
himself. Ellie thought it odd too... Naturally curious at heart, she
slowly exits through both sets of doors to check the mall's courtyard.
What she found surprised her, everything was out!
Quickly, she turns on her heel and reenters to store. "A-ah... U-um...
I-I just c-checked the courtyard... E-everything is out!" she
announces shyly in as loud a tone as she could muster to be heard over
the now worried mutterings.
Suddenly, a horrific scream pierces through the relative silence
causing everybody inside to jump! "Yeek! W-what was that?!" she
squeaks in surprise before turning and rushing back out the door.
"Ellie! Wait!" the manager and a few of her coworkers call before
following suit!
What they found when they finally entered the main walkway was Ellie
frozen in place staring at two dark figures on the ground. She was
pale and her eyes were wide as she grips the strap if her bag in a
what knuckle grip. "Ellie! What Is- Oh dear god!" the manager starts
only to stop short to cover his mouth in horror. There, on the ground,
was a man with his throat torn out while a half decayed humanoid
"thing" pinned the corpse down. The "thing" was starting ominously at
Ellie while a frothy blood dripped from it's lips! She knew exactly
what it was... The stench of rot, the dead soulless eyes... She was
face to face with a real live(Unlive) Zombie!
It was ironic almost... She had read many a story in which Zombies
were involved and they were quite common in the RPG's she occasionally
played... But to see one face to face... And to watch it rip a man's
throat out... Was a whole different story entirely...
As she stood there, one could see she was frozen with her foot
forwards. When she'd gotten out there, the pare was tusseling on the
ground and she had fully intended to step in and help... But... It was
over before it even really started... And as those piercing dead eyes
focused on her, she felt everything lock up! Not out of fear persay,
though she was quite scared in that moment, but out of a prey survival
instinct... Maybe if I don't move it won't see me...
Unfortunately, it had seen her and as others arrived the animated
corpse drags itself to it's feet before letting out a chilling moan
which sent a wave of rot at them. Finally, rational thought returned
to her and without thinking she sprang into action! "E-everybody! Back
inside the store!" she shouts and jumps back just as the Zombie
lurched forwards to grab her! Panic, while usually a bad thing, got
everybody moving! Once everybody was inside, Ellie swiftly locks the
first door, then the second before fixing a chair under the handles.
She was shaking like a leaf and soon started shaking even more as, not
one Zombie but two were attacking the door now!
Fearful screams and shouts soon filled the air as other Zombies
started banging against the large glass display windows! They wouldn't
hold... That much was clear... Cries of the virus and the infection
soon fill the air as everybody was directed back into the store room.
Could it be? She had heard of the virus that drove people mad and ate
at their flesh... But she hadn't honestly put much stock in it... Till
now...
Finally, everybody was safely back in the store room when the sicking
sound of breaking glass reached everybodies ears... The "things" were
in... And now, that meant, they were all trapped... As Ellie sat down
on a pile of books next to the manager, she pulls out her old worn
tome. And as she hugs the book tight to her, she hopes that this story
wouldn't end as many of the tales in her book did...
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 10:06 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Jenna Kamryn (Kammy)
Minis account name: poke mattix
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Employment: Student / IT
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
[ + ] Thorough: When Kammy dedicates herself to a cause, which is most of the time either a program for an assignment or a new D&D character or even a new Magic the Gathering deck, she will spend hours going over every detail, revising, studying, analyzing, until her chosen task has been completed to the utmost of her ability.
[ + ] Competent: She considers herself pretty good at all things computer and console based, and a few card games to boot.
[ - ] Awkward: When around strangers, she's more likely to keep quiet and shy, hanging out in the background until she gets to know them better.
[ - ] Slow: Kammy needs time to think and consider a situation, and is not good at making snap decisions.
Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Perhaps it was the curse of the university student that required many of them to begin their assignments at the very last minute, but on this night Kammy was still trying to convince herself she was not among this number and always started her assignments and finished them on time, and not a hour before they were due. But alas, she was here in the computers labs, her hands moving at the speed of desperate to finish up the last part of her code. She only needed a few more minutes, just a few more and she'd be done!
That was when the lights went out. As did her computer. She hadn't saved her work.
Kammy was about to unleash a string of obscenities, before she heard the other shouts and screams of others, and the frantic footsteps of people trying to run away. The student was perplexed; it was only a power outage, what the hell was going on? She left her seat and walked to the door, peaking out to see the mad rush of students, as well as the shambled mess of what once used to be a person stumbling after them, and the bloodied remains of their latest victim.
Forgetting all about her work she ran after the rest of the students, trying to block out the mess of blood and gore she had just seen that was more real then any video game she had ever played.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:08 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Sunday Bernadette
Minis account name: Alania
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Employment:
Faction: 3 PRoBABLYYyy..
Character description: Courteous, risk taking, curious, nurturing, trusting, loyal, romantic, shy, and never ambitious
Physical description: mousey expression, red hair in an uneven bob, muddled green-brown eyes, wide smile. Headshot and Fullbody
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Her latest flower arrangement looked more like it was trying to recreate a scene from a horror movie, than anything that could be considered traditionally beautiful. Could she really blame them for telling her she couldn't work there, anymore? Even if she was doing the job for free, just because she wanted to learn how to arrange flowers after watching a documentary on the subject. It wouldn't be her first failed 'brilliant' idea. It wouldn't be her last.
Sunday pulls her hood over her head and pulls the strings in tight, exiting the store just as the lights went out for the night. What she fails to notice was that the lights had just gone out in every store, on every street, and not just the one she'd walked out of.
But she notices the screaming.
When the running begins, she's following the herd without knowing why, but the sound of frantic screaming sets her teeth on edge and she knows it's the right choice. Staying in the crowd is safer, no matter what they're running from. A riot, maybe? Or some kind of outbreak from that flu that was going around?
There's no time to find out. She can clearly see the people who didn't run fast enough, and their state - whatever that meant. She wasn't going to fall victim to that nasty business. It was time to find some safety, by any means possible. Just wait it out, she told herself. Wait until the crazy stops, or the cops come, and then you'll find your way out. You always do.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:12 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: G-Man (because Giuseppe is a stupid lame name, yo. What were his parents thinking? They aren't even Italian!) St-Pierre
Minis account name: Seussi
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Employment: The Source (electronics store)
Faction: District 4, Mall
Character description:
+ Usually maintains an upbeat and incredibly confident attitude
+ Can be very thoughtful. Deep down. Very deep down.
- Prissy, obnoxious douchebag
- Pretends to know a lot more than he actually does
Perfect, slightly up-swept chestnut brown hair, perfect honey brown eyes, perfect smile, great looks, 5'8" tall, tanned, lean but muscular frame (perfect body yo! And he doesn't do bench pressies, okay dawg? He only does reps!). Basically, G-man thinks he is the perfect specimen and that every living person (especially the laaaaayyy-diiiiieez!) should bow down to his greatness and marvel at his one hundred percent totes the-sexiest-ever self.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
His shift at The Source finished for the evening, G-man had stopped at the food court for his daily dose of scoping out the honies while pounding back a couple of kiwi and avocado shakes. Turned down by the total hotty with bootylicious body working the till at good ol' Timmie Ho's for the twentieth time that week, he was finally ready to head home, and had only just exited the building, strides taking him across the parking lot towards his car , when every street lamp suddenly went out, bathing him in darkness.
His footsteps slowed to halt, and he turned a circle on his heel, eyes flicking towards each light, pristine and well groomed eyebrows raised. The only light that remained was that of the moon reflecting off of shiny chrome vehicles, but within seconds he only shrugged his shoulders, fished his cell phone out of his pocket, and turned on the flashlight to use as a guide to finding his car.
In the distance, there were sounds. Shouting, a scream, but he hardly noticed these things. They were far away, didn't concern him, and were unimportant.
He slid into his car, and began his drive home.
At first, everything was fine. There was nothing really amiss, or at least, nothing that he noticed as he cranked his car stereo, singing "Cut the Cord" at the top of his lungs, rocking out and headbanging as he drove along, car swerving in and out of it's lane, reckless and carefree. It was a stop sign and an end to the song that put a quick end to his fun, however, as it was at that moment that G-man finally had a look at his surroundings, and caught for the first time a glimpse of the hell that he had somehow managed to roll into via his sweet ride without noticing.
"Wooooaaaahhh, what the fuuuuuuu---" His voice tapered off on a high note, wide eyes reflecting the chaos around him. Fires. Burning houses and burning cars parked along the streets. Bodies littered the sidewalks while others shambled around. He was still transfixed on the devastation when something slammed into the side of his car, making him jump in his seat with a lady-like yelp of terror as he turned towards the passenger side window, only to find himself staring into sunken, hallowed eyes set on a decrepit, bloodied, sparsely bearded face. Fingers slid along glass, and G-man gave his head a furious shake. "Yo dude, back it up! I just had my ride detailed and you're goin' to grub it all up, for realsies, you dig?" He shouted, though it became clear that the man either wasn't listening, or just didn't care, and within moments, others had turned and begun to stagger his way.
None were familiar. None even looked very human, if they even had been to begin with.
G-man let out a high pitched laugh, a hint of nerves creeping in as the situation finally began to sink in, his hand reaching up to slide the gear into reverse. "Aight, dawg. I appreciate the invite to your little party, but I'm gonna have to decline. Peace!" He shouted again, his final word a bark from deep within his throat, as his foot slammed down on the gas, tires squealing as he spun his steering wheel, turning back the way he had came, not knowing yet where he was going to go, or what he was going to do as he sped off into the darkness.
...Though he had to wonder where little miss hotty totty bootylicious Timmy Hoho girl stood on end of the world hook ups.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:22 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Guy Riley
Minis account name: Marushii
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Employment: Waterlakeside Mall
Faction: District 4 - Mall.
Character description:
Personality:
Guy Riley is the guy with the plan, never mind the fact that he's been unable to find a better job than working as a janitor for Waterlakeside Mall. It's cool, it's cool, he's got this. Guy is a positive force that exudes an air of overconfidence to the point where he'll quite often jump in head first into things. He isn't one to hold grudges; he is quite forgiving and honestly just wants people to like him. There are, however, some lines that shouldn't be crossed. When they are, Guy drops the good guy act and puts on his game face on. When it's serious, he's serious. Totally serious guys, just look at him.
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Okay you're looking too much, stop. Staaaaaaahp. Thanks.
+ Optimistic
+ Forgiving
- Overconfident
- Rash
- Tries to be funny
- May violently lash out
Physical Description:★ Eye Colour: Yellow bat-eyes. They're contacts.
★ Hair Colour/Style: Bottle blond, short. At one point Guy attempted to turn it into a pompadour, failed, and settled for a faux mowhawk instead. When he's not wearing a wig at least...
★ Skin Colour: #DFA675
★ Clothing Style/Colours: A t-shirt with a pop culture reference, jeans, tennis shoes. Also has a wallet on a chain because he's the sort that would honestly drop his wallet, but due to the chain it doesn't hit the ground. Amazing, right? That and it jingles a bit.
★ Extra: Guy also has several ear piercings. Because of course. He may or may not also have several tattoos.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Guy Riley whistled a jangly, off-key tune as he mopped the same section of the floor for the second time. Or was it the third? He tilted his head to one side, trying to simultaneously look down his nose at the floor while hoisting an air of superiority. So what if he was a drama major? So what if he hasn't yet gotten his big break? He was still Guy Riley.
He held his pose, channeling his inner to his outer anguish to portray a character full of suffering, weighed down by deep thoughts and whoah it was way past time to clock out.
Guy shuffled his cleaning cart away from the wet section of floor – shoot, should he go back and put up a wet floor sign? Nah. The mall was closed, no one was going to come by this way anyway. He figured. Maybe. Guy attempted to continue to whistle the jangly tune from earlier, repeating the same section several times before he got it right as he put his cleaning supplies away.
He caught up with the other janitors on the night shift, walking with them towards the exit. Their exchanges of gossip slowed, fading into silence as the sounds of panicking people reached them from the quiet mall.
Guy stood alongside his fellow janitors as they watched the chaos unfold before them.
One by one, they turned around and walked back to the mall's breakroom to wait out the storm.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 7:24 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Autumn Flint
Minis account name: GrnGriff
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Employment: Food service! Currently helping run a kitchen at a low security prison.
Faction: District 2 Prison
(If I need to move -Same district as gachide's character Joy Ann, please!)
Character description: +Hard working: You need that done? Give Autumn a moment. +Confident: She's got this. :: --Tunnel Vision:But don't say anything important, she'd focused. In fact... just come back tomorrow, she's busy. –Easily irritated: Why are you even still here?
Autumn (height: 5’8”) is a girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her hair is just reaches her shoulders, though she usually has it pulled up and out of the way. She has worked her way up from line cook to a leader in the kitchen, even if it is just for a company that cooks at cafeterias and the like. She is saving up for a fancy culinary school, and plans to move to California when she can afford to. Baking is very much her thing.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
With any luck, she’d be free to leave by midnight. Autumn was feeling a little skeptical about that, though. Things had not been going well all day. The lights cutting out was like icing on the cake, which was a funny thought considering what was inside the box before her.
“Um, no,” she said in response to the other girl’s question. “It doesn’t.” She pulled the box of cupcakes closer; it wouldn’t do to drop them. “Last time the power went out a squirrel had fried itself on one of the transformers.” Autumn shrugged, wondering when the emergency measures would kick on.
“It might be a good time to head home,” she offered. “If it’s like the squirrel incident it might be a little bit before things come back on. Which is going to ruin the cake I just put in the oven,” she sighed with a sad dose of realization. “Just head on down the hall and up the stairs, you can’t miss the exit.”
Autumn spent a few moments just standing there, sighing repeatedly. She was highly peeved by the fact that her cake was going to fall because of this. Silly idea using electric ovens, honestly. “But at least we have some baked goods.”
A voice rang down the hall, followed by a crash. “Hey,” Autumn called, clutching at the box as she moved to peek into the hall. Dim light showed her two figures, though neither the girl from before. She might have recognized one, the one in the guard uniform. He was all wrong though. The way he moved, the way he muttered. Words she couldn’t make out, words followed by some dark liquid that bubbled.
The other figure, limping and whimpering, muttered something she couldn’t make out. And then to Autumn’s horror the guard started to attack the limping man. Kicking and hitting and biting.
“No!” Autumn took one step forward and then stopped as she watched the blood (it had to be blood) splatter on the floor. That strange virus she’d read about? Something worse? “I’ll get help!”
There would be no help. The guard station she ran to was covered in blood, but held no one. The side entrance was wide open when she got to it. This might have been the most minimum of security prisons, but doors were to remain locked. Autumn wished it had been locked. For what she saw when she looked outside was wrong. Alarms wailed in the distance, not close enough to drown out the mutterings and the shrieks of the people she could see.
A wet smack to her right drew her attention, and she could see blood all along the wall. A body, for there was no way this thing was alive, was leaning there. Its eyes found her, its hand moved towards her.
Autumn screamed. She screamed and she ran right back inside the prison. Down one corridor, then down another. She found a door. Behind that door she found and empty room, a tiny office with no windows. It was door she could lock.
Autumn Flint spent that first night huddled under a desk, a box of cupcakes on the floor beside her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:23 am
 ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Brie Hudson
Minis account name: LividPeas
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Employment: Unemployed/Recently moved in
Faction: 3 Apartments
Character description: + Somewhat friendly + Protective - Sarcastic - Somewhat unfriendly
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Brie was in the middle of unpacking her things, making very slow progress, as she had been here over a weak, and still only managed to unpack less then half of her belongings. Moments after, the lights went out, causing her to stop completely. "Great.. and the landlord said everything was ready.."
Getting to her feet, she moved for the window, but not before tripping over one of the smaller boxes, only to kick it aside in annoyance. Lifting one of the curtains to the side, the red headed girl peaked outside to check if she was the only one dealing with power issues. Thankfully, it appeared to be the whole block dealing with a blackout. "Well, at least I don't have to make another complaint to the landlord." Though, her relief was short lived when the sound of screams started to spread.
Grabbing her bag, she moved for the door and stepped outside the apartment to find out what was happening. "What the hell?" Utter chaos. Were those people, or..? She had heard rumors of there being a virus spreading, but she never imagined-
"No, nope!" Spotting some of the 'infected' headed her way, Brie hopped over the stair railing and headed around back to hide behind one of the dumpsters to the apartments. If she was lucky, they would just pass her by.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 9:53 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Anya
Minis account name: robot kitten
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Part timer at a grocery store + full time Uni student.
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Quiet and gamer girl
Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y (2)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: I didn't want to have an exciting life. I simply wanted to live a quiet simple life.... play my games, see friends, maybe eventually get married and have a kid... Simple things. Peaceful things. Not this.
Like everyone else I heard of the virus but ignored it: it wouldn't happen to me. Nothing ever did right? Wrong. I'm not sure where everything went wrong... but one evening I was just booting up my computer when I heard people running through the halls screaming. I looked out of my door: this didn't sound like the normal drunken screams that the silly freshman girls usually emitted. This sounded like they were honestly afraid. I can't make out what's causing the panic, so I wandered over tot he stairs where the screams were the worst.
A stranger; bloody and frothing at the mouth was beating up the RA at the base of the stairs. I stood, shocked into inaction as I watched several people try to stop the strange man. I am no hero, I hate blood... so I ran. I hate that about me, but what else could I do? I'm not a fighter! I see strange shambling shapes out the window as I run back to my room and push the bed and dresser in front of it. I turn my computer off and hide in the closet. Maybe this is all a very bad prank? I hope so...
I hide and don't move from my closet.... not even after the screams recede and all I hear are slow footsteps every now and then...
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:33 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Calab
Minis account name: Demoonica
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Employment: Local student
Faction: District 4 Mall.
Character description:
+ Can think on his feet.
+ Very physically fit.
- Not mentally stable before Day Zero, hasn't got medication with him.
- Willing to 'throw you under a bus' for his own sake. (Put simply, he's a jerk.)
Physical description: 5'7, 170lbs, Caucasian, dark brown hair shaved on the sides, dark green eyes. T-shirt, jeans, shoes, jacket, likely nothing interesting in his pockets.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y (one, Aphrodi)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Okay, sure he'd spent several hours longer getting new cleats than he was suppose to. Pft, whatever, like he cared. His mum would be round to pick him up eventually. Calab sat outside the local mall, thumbing through text posts on his cellphone, ignoring the blinking light telling him his battery was about to die. He'd charge it when he got home. It was late, really late. Mostly eaten fast food from the food-court was tossed in the trash as Calab twitched between activities. Just as the last bit of charge in his cell phone gave out, the entire area went dark in a rolling blackout.
Calab was sure it would only last a short while, so he ignored it. Then a few people came out of the mall, then a few more in a bit of a panic. All trying to get to some light. Was there a backup generator? People were getting to their cars, angry shouts for the first group of them. The time ticked by as Calab grew tired of sitting around waiting for his mother to pick him up. Maybe she'd parked around the other side of the mall. Calab grabbed his shopping bag and headed off. It was quieter at first, but then he turned the corner to the main side of the mall.
Several car were abandoned, lights on and dimming. In the distance he could see fires and faint shouting. Then it all seems to happen at once. The quiet breaks. The screams grow louder. People seem to appear from no place and the parking-lot becomes chaos. It's the Virus, one person is yelling. None of it is very clear though until Calab see what is going on for his own.
He doesn't remember running until he's already moving away from the terror of the scene. How or why he got back into the mall building is also a blank. It's dark and empty wherever he's came in at. He can't think right now, the only thought is to hide. The stores have been left open, in the dark Calab makes his way to a store and beds down far in the back and hopefully out of sight. As everything continues he attempts to make it all make sense. He briefly dozes off, only to jerk awake several times for unknown reasons. But so far he's alone.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:58 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Rasputin Graves
Minis account name: Toshi
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Employment: Inmate
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description: Got done in for loitering when he was 14, had a fight on his first day, and on a string of minor offenses just stayed, and stayed, and stayed... when he is (intermittently) released, he always manages to mess up his parole. This time, it was a traffic violation. He is not particularly mad at anyone, or even the system, but seems convinced he has a terminal case of abominably bad luck. He is a familiar face with the staff. Most of the time he is friendly/docile, if morose. If tested, he fights like a cornered raccoon. He has no real employable skills. In his spare time (which he has a lot of) he enjoys reading and writing exceptionally bad poetry. Gullible and a sucker for sob stories. Mopey.
+Good-natured
+Creative
-Irresponsible
-Melodramatic
He keeps himself clean-shaven, but has long, dark, stringy hair that usually hangs in his eyes. Lanky and on the tall side.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Ras nodded the best he could with a sock in his mouth. Dr. Farrell's therapy was...unconventional, certainly, but he'd made more progress with her than any other therapist.
Ras was still...here, of course. At the correctional facility. That kept happening. That was not strictly his fault, although he had been trying to take more responsibility for the things that had been his fault.
Force-feeding Bill his own dessert was a good example. That was not in line with Ras's goals for conflict resolution. Even if Bill had made insinuations about what, exactly, he'd like to do to Dr. Farrell. Ras could, for example, have voiced that it was inappropriate to be disrespectful towards the staff, instead of cutting his knuckles on Bill's teeth while Bill choked on jello. They had been in the middle of discussing it more thoroughly when everything went dark.
The sock was helping him empathize with Bill.
After they waited a while, things did not seem to get better. In fact, everything was projecting danger, from the dull red glow of the emergency lights, to the shuffling outside. After a while, the Doctor gave him permission to take the sock out. They waited a bit more. He put on his sneakers. When he came here, he often kept them at the side of the door, as if he were entering the tabernacle. They waited some more.
He nearly leaped forward to take her arm as she peered curiously into the hallway, but told himself this would be a very bad idea, and hovered instead.
"Is it a riot?" He whispered, worriedly. "You can't stay-" But at the command he agreed quickly, "Yes, Doctor."
Dr. Farrell always moved with purpose. He didn't make an impressive vanguard, he knew that. Everything about her radiated light, from her golden and silk hair, and he was very, very plain. His scalp still tingled from where her fingers had rustled it earlier.
He was not prepared for the horror of the courtyard. The blood and tortured faces, although to him were really similar to all the other faces. They looked the same panicked as they did smiling, expressions twisted into similar grimaces. That had been part of his problem. Although he resented being prison, it was more because he felt like he should resent it. It wasn't all that different from the outside. Walls, floor, food. Another therapist had called it, the persistent gray which colored everything the same, anhedonia. He thought it was all he was capable of. But there was one, solitary point of brightness...
This time, he did take her arm. This time, for the first time in his life, he went back willingly. To locked doors, to quarantine, to where what had been so good at keeping things in was going to be their best bet at keeping things out.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:19 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Orion Hollister
Minis account name: SkieBorne
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Employment: Part time at an art supply shop.
Faction: 1 University
Character description:
Positive: Observant - as an art student, Orion prides himself on his observation skills and believes this translates into the pieces he completes from school. His moderately decent grades reinforce this belief.
Intuitive - Orion relies very heavily on his healthy dose of intuition, often choosing to 'feel out' something intuitively rather than only use logic. As a result, he's come up with some creative solutions to odd problems but practicality can sometimes pass him by.
Negative: Indecisive - As a result of his observant and intuitiv skills, decision making is not Orion's strong point. He likes go with with the flow and only if he feels particularly strongly about something will he speak up decisively. This has caused him to end up in some rather uncomfortable situations and has given some the impression that he is weak willed.
Selfish - At the end of the day, Orion is out for Orion only. Sure he'll help somebody or he'll critique their art but only if he's getting something out of it - nobility isn't realy his thing. You want help moving for next semester? It's going to cost you pizza and a beer - and possibly a new set of oil brushes. He's not maliciously selfish but is very definitely concerned about meeting his own needs and goals before thinking of others'.
Tall, lanky, scruffy hair with thick-rimmed hipster glasses. Narrow face and pronounced, high cheek bones give him a sort of 'other' appearance that he loves to play up around halloween. Generally wears comfortable clothing in the form of t-shirts and jeans, usually of the cheap variety because he is not the tidiest artist (if he doesn't have a handful of smudges somewhere on him, it probably means he just showered and changed).
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y - 3 (One from the recent Miasma Village)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Orion was at home when the lights went out. He didn't think much of it, they sometimes did up on this campus where the winds whipped through the grounds and toppled the poles every few months. The microwave had made a sad neutered sound as the turntable stopped and the TV had fizzed before going dead... all standard procedure in these older buildings. He could hear a few of his neighbours curse through the walls and chuckled - probably working on their computers.
The chaos didn't hit for a few hours after that, he'd been insulated by the campus and the apartment buidlings. There were screams, people running through the halls as something surged up through the building, driving the students before it like rats on a sinking ship. The pounding on the door is what woke him from a dead sleep, the sheer panic followed by a woman's screen inducing a cold sweat and feeling of dread. Cautiously, he crept up to the door to peer through the viewhole only to find something surreal lumbering around. Zombie? He was incredulous as he stepped back and stumbled on a tossed aside bag, falling heavy into the couch. The noise alerted the being on the other side and one became four at his door, the pressure burstig it inwards.
He didn't have time to think, to pack... he scrambled around and went for the only other exit - the fire escape. He'd never run so fast, leaped so nimbly, as when he dashed down those rickety, rusted out stairs he'd be convinced were for show. When he hit the pavement of the alley below, the sound of the screaming and chaos around him sank in and fear settled deeply into his chest. He needed to hide.... he turned and ran, seeking shelter wherever he could find it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:53 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Micah Lambert
Minis account name: prolixity
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Employment: Construction, odd jobs
Faction: District 3, Apartments
Character description:
+ Practical knowledge: He may not know philosophy or literature, but he's spent a lot of time learning all kinds of hands-on skills.
+ Helpful: He'll share what he's got, be that stuff or ideas; no good keeping it to yourself if it can help.
- Temper: Easily irritated and provoked, and he will yell about it.
- Impulsive: Think through an idea? Why would anyone do that?
Physical description: Squarish, short, and irritable about his height. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: The girls next door are fighting again. Not that this is anything new. There's shrieking of some kind pretty much nightly, like they think the walls are thick enough to shut that s**t out, or maybe they just don't care. Tonight it's getting on Micah's nerves. He grabs his wallet and his keys off the table and heads out of the apartment, he'll go to the 7-11, grab a can of beer or something, maybe by the time he gets back they'll be done.
The elevator doesn't work, it's been broken for a week, so he takes the stairs. This time of night there's always the hazard of bumping into a drunken idiot in the stairwell, but he makes it out of the building without incident. A miracle. Or something. There's sirens a few blocks over, but he ignores that, it's better not to get too interested in other people's business. Someone bolts across the street towards the train station down by the corner, someone brakes hard to avoid them and cusses out the car window. Someone else is slumping and shuffling down the sidewalk, muttering to himself. Micah gives the guy a wide berth. Seems like it's busier than usual tonight, he thinks.
The 7-11 is deserted except for him and the clerk. Suits him just fine. He heads for the coolers on the far wall. That's when the lights cut out, and there's a moment of total silence, the hum of the coolers and the faint whining buzz of the fluorescents totally gone, and there are still sirens outside muffled by distance and people starting to shout. Even the streetlights are out, and Micah feels his spine crawl suddenly. He could use his phone screen like a flashlight, but he doesn't. He just picks his way by memory back toward the door, answering the clerk's panicky "What the ********," with "You should probably get the hell out," and taking his own advice.
Somewhere in the distance a fire is burning, painting the patchy clouds with red. People are running and shouting, voices raised or sometimes whispering, and by the time Micah gets back to the building he's heard the word infected more times than he wants to. He doesn't run. He does turn his phone on in the lobby, because the lights are gone here too and ******** if he's climbing the stairs in pitch black dark, and halfway up to the second floor he stops on the landing and points the phone up toward the door because he hears something.
There's a foot sticking out the door. It's not moving. The shoe's covered in blood. Micah identifies the sound he's hearing. Eating. Someone up there is eating.
He makes his steps as quiet as possible going back down the stairs. There's gotta be someplace safe. This isn't it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:51 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Liam johnson
Minis account name: Beejoux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: Unemployed, taking a year off before deciding on a career path or college.
Faction: University
Character description:
A recent graduate of one of the higher class catholic prep schools. Unlike his fellow students, who were accepted based on academics or high standing, Liam got in on an athletic scholarship for soccer. He was not a particularly good student, pulling average to below average grades, and his education has not yet amounted to much post graduation. He is currently between jobs, debating on joining his father's business, or going back to school.
[ Personality ]
+ Endearing
+ Funny
+ laid-back
- Reckless
- Temperamental
- Dumb
[ Physical ]
Athletic built, with brown hair cut shaggy, and dark blue eyes. No Tattoos or piercings to note, but he does have a scar on his left calf from a sports accident a couple years back.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
College or else.
That hadn't been his dad's exact words, but that had been the meat of it. He was sick of his son's indecision, or laziness, or whatever excuse kept him from filling out college applications of getting a job this month.
So, fearing being cut adrift, Liam had caved and started begrudgingly looking at colleges in the greater Delta area. Considering his grades, he wasn't terribly hopeful for getting into anything higher than the local community college, but looking meant putting off the inevitable.
It also meant visiting a lot of college bars, and making a lot of single-serving friends along the way. On the night in question, Liam was grand old time at one such bar, with a group of people he had met only that afternoon while touring the campus of a school he had no hope of getting into. They had just started there fifth round of Superman shots when the lights had flickered once, then gone out. At first it hadn't been a big deal. The entire bar had hooted and hollered, laughing ruckus as they'd waited, but as the minutes stretched on and on the amiable darkness had started to shift.
Eventually people had started to head outside. The streetlights were also black, as were the windows in every window they could see. The only light came from the moon, and by that light they could see people moving in the darkness, hurrying from one side of the street and making their way hastily in the opposite direction. Upon inquiries, those that passed them had babbled unintelligibly before rushing off.
Not long after that Liam had seen the first case of the infection that had spread like wildfire over the course of the next few hours.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:55 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Candice Wolf (C.O Wolf)
Minis account name: Madness
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Employment: Corrections Officer
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description:
Fair: If anything, she is well liked by the inmates, she gives back what she receives, so if you follow her rules, she may just let some things slide.
Friendly: A bit of small talk never hurt anyone. She is more than happy to gossip or lend a friendly ear, and often chats with her inmates.
Conflict-averse: Sometimes she can be a bit of a push-over for the sake of keeping peace. More of a one or two warnings then you get a write-up sort of person.
Overemotional: Keeping her emotions in check, especially in her current position, has always been difficult. She always takes things to heart.
Candice isn't very intimidating, with a small frame and stature, but she holds her own ground. She sports short pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Candice had been uncharacteristically snappy at the inmates today, and a mandatory overtime into the night shift wasn't improving her mood at all. She was not a night person, and the prison was active more tonight instead of the usual silent slowness that usually overtook it.
She had been venting to C.O Martin over the phone when the electricity finally went out. Immediately a series of assistance calls were shouted over the radio. She swore, another sick person. It was all shouting and thundering footsteps. This time it was worse. Medical was teaming with the guys, sick and slightly crazy, but the fight she had stumbled on featured a guy who literally had blood spilling from his mouth. Candice's stomach churned. In seconds the inmates were slammed to the ground, but she stood frozen as more inmates began to shamble forward, looking like death.
There was more shouting, more calls for backup and then all out panic. She wasn't the first to turn to run, but once the infected inmates started to close in she fled. Her thick black boots pounded against the cement floors, past the cell-blocks. She had to get to the least populated area. She tried to push back her panic. Most rooms would be empty, there were no programs or services run during the night. She found a door, slammed it open and then shut, and ducked under one of the tables. Alert and listening to the panic.
They were not trained for this. Would the exits even be open? Where were the back-up generators?
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