One month since it all began and God knows how long until it would end. If it ever ended. Had Rook had known there was a high probability he would die in school, he would have opted on ditching it all together, rather than drag his feet and grudgingly accomplish what minimal assigned work that he'd actually work on. Now he was stuck here, forever. s**t.
Whoever said there was no life beyond high school, had no idea how true they were.
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Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:54 am
If only Carolina Bishop had somehow to keep her someone. Not just a stranger, not just some acquaintance she had met after Day Zero, but a friend, family. She tried looking at her reflection in a nearby puddle. Large eyes stared back at her as she tried to adjust her glasses, but they were already broken and only so much could be done. At least they were still usable, she supposed. The blonde girl frowned back at the child in front of her. Were her parents okay? When would this end?
She looked down, her hands reaching up to rub her eyes before she stood up and began to walk into the Mall again. Was this just going to be an endless horror movie with no way out?
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Character's name: Carolina Bishop Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tiny blonde child with glasses. The left lens of her glasses has a large crack and her eyes are bright blue. She's managed to tie her hair into twin pigtails, but they're not so nicely done. Oh well. Carolina wears a unicorn tshort, jean shorts, and pink converses.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:01 pm
Waking up every day was relatively easy for Cory. Easy because he knew how to distract himself from the worst of the situation, easy because his mind wandered naturally and that made it easy to forget that people he’d known had died, people he’d cared about had come back to life as zombies and now he was forced to decapitate them because killing them just wasn’t an option for multiple reasons.
Forgetting that this was the end of the world was easy. Focusing on survival was somewhat harder. He rolled out of the cot and tumbled to the concrete floor—a common occurrence for the young boy, but this was fine. Cory crinkled his nose as he got to his knees first, and then sat up and brought a hand to his back. He winced. Hm. That didn’t feel right. Where was Monica?
Wait no, to the ward. Cory squeezed his eyes shut and stood up. To the medical ward.
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Character's name: Cory Gimenez Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tan skin and matching brown eyes, Cory is rather small for a boy his age. His hair is short and messy after lacking a comb for so long. He has a lean build, perfect for sprinting and squeezing into small spaces. At this point, he's managed to find a plain white shirt, baggy jeans, and running shoes.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:04 pm
[ PRISON ]
Rasputin folded up Doctor Farrel's long, soft hair in one hand, placing it gently to one side of her neck. He slid his fingers obediently under her shirt, her skin more luxurious than any fabric. Good quality clothes were difficult to find these days, but he had strived and prioritized above all Doctor Farrel's health and hygiene. Salon quality conditioner, thick and natural lipstick. Luxury items, yes, but worth the scavenging. He began to knead her muscles. He would do anything- anything for her.
After she spoke, he turned over the concern in his mind. "Do you think the rumors have any weight? After all this time, within a week some outside group will save the city?"
Ras was skeptical. One, his luck was very, very bad. Time and time again his suspicions and warnings had been proved correct. He knew some people suggested this sort of thing was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but he thought of it as something closer to inevitability.
He shook his head gently, "We'll see. I'm not holding my breath."
Of course, he wanted it all to be over. To be out, again, to have some kind of pardon. To have a family.
"I think it's more likely to spread." He moved his hands in concentric circles. "Lower, or higher?"
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Character's name: Rasputin Graves Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: here Character description: A clean-shaven, melancholy looking man with long, dark, scraggly hair. Inmate. He was originally picked up for loitering, had his stay extended for fighting, and has been in and out of the prison system for minor offenses since that time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:18 pm
[Mall]
Mike woke up in what has been his bed for the last few weeks and he was still not used to it. He wanted things to get back to normal again. He slowly got out of bed and started to walk around in the little "room" he had. It was still saver to stay here than to go on the streets because they were not save at all. Things used to be much easier and saver here. But that was before all the crazy things happened.
How long has he been living like this? In a strange world away from his real home? This didn't feel as home anymore. It has been a month already? Or it has only just a month because to Mike it felt like years. He really felt like everything has been crazy for years. He first thought it to be a nightmare. It also looked like he was stuck in some kind of bad movie. He had told himself a few times he was going to wake up soon and everthing was going to be fine again. He did tell himself so at the start of everything and in the first few days he was quite positive. He wasn't someone to be worried very quickly.
However he soon realized it was all horribly real and wasn't going to change. Help also didn't arrive as quickly as he hoped. Now a month later he wasn't sure if help was coming at all. Was it going to stay like this forever? He hoped not but the longer it seemed to go on the less he believed thing were ever going to go back to normal. But he still lived and that was a good thing. He was still alive!
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Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:32 pm
[Mall]
"Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have 31, except for February, because she's a little b***h." Dazs grumbled and set down his paintbrush. He'd rationed his paint like a good boy, both spray and oils. Thirty days - had it really been so short?
Thirty days ago, his brother had found him, picked him up in his car. Thirty days ago, he hadn't known were mom was. Thirty days ago, he and Giuseppe had gone back to the mall because where else could they go? Thirty days ago, things had been normal.
Dazs hated how people had divided up, skulked around - it reminded him too much of a system meant to pit people against each other. There was nothing he could do, though, except be a part of it. He sighed and rubbed his hands across his neck.
Today would be different, maybe. His birthday was soon. It meant nothing, but wouldn't it be nice to have a cake?
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Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:29 pm
[Mall]
The pet store wasn't exactly a safe space anymore, so Sam had stayed away since day zero. She always felt a little sad passing the empty cages, like she'd failed.
No matter.
She slept wherever she could get comfortable most nights. Waking up was always an all-at-once experience. She'd forget she wasn't at home and slam back into consciousness with a racing heart and a clenched fist. Today felt especially bad. She was antsy, anxious. But she had nothing to do but continue to help the group build up defenses.
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Character's Name: Sam Thomas Character's Faction: Mall Character's Journal Link:Sam Thomas (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black, kind of short, dark hair pulled into two buns.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:34 pm
[Apartments]
John did the same thing he did every morning. He glared at the ceiling for a long minute. He glared at it's cracks, and glared at the water stain in the left corner from the apartment above. He glared at a tiny spider that had been keeping the room fly-free since he had arrived.
The old man thought about getting a different room. He thought about getting a different building. He thought about getting away from this city, it's crazy 'factions', and walk all those kilometres back to the place he still remembered as home. A quiet cabin in the woods where it was only the animals that were rabid and wanting to chew on you. Yet this had become his place. Despite all those ideas in his head, he would come back to this room again once night fell, he knew it in his bones.
He sat up and begun his day.
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:05 pm
[ APARTMENTS ]
At least his bed was still here. And himself. He counted all of his limbs, fingers and toes - not his organs, he obviously couldn't count that. Well, he still had his brain and body so that was all accounted for. Besides his upside down life - since everything else was accounted for, he might as well start his attempts at organizing that part.
The first step was to walk out the door.
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Character's name: Grayson Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: [http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795003]View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERouo
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:08 pm
[Mall]
Mickey hadn't actually thought he'd ever end up in a post-apocalyptic world, but here he was. Infected and undying and a whole mess of humanity, all quartered into sections, like cattle at a feedlot, waiting for their eventual slaughter.
Or something poetic and pretentious like that. Mickey didn't really care, as the general change in atmosphere didn't really change his day to day activities all that much. The arcade had replaced his xbox, and currency was no longer measured in dollars - by all aspects, just owning his radio made him rich.
And, if he needed a drink, he knew where to go...
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Character's name: Michael "Mickey" Miller Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A loose-fitting v-neck and faded, torn jeans are is go to outfit, both pieces well-worn in and comfortable. His hair is too long for someone his age, half tied in a ponytail with a blonde dye-job in desperate need a root-touch up. Despite having no apparent income, he's got several piercings - one on his lip and four in his ear.
It hardly felt like morning, the cell boasted the tiniest of windows, if the slit in the wall even qualified as one. The worst part was waking up in the cell. She was in a cell. An inmate's cell. It was always a hard hitting fact when she awoke. Candice was now stuck in the prison, she didn't get to leave anymore. She had no where to leave too.
She thought briefly that maybe it would all end today, one way or another. Routine pushed down on her and yet in the routine she found some solace. At least with it her mind was too busy to dwell on the unpleasantness of it all. She just had to get up. Was it her day to shower?
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Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:29 pm
[Prison] ~ Ace Richardson
It had been a month already. A month since that nightmare of a day where everything had changed. However when Ace woke up today it felt different. It was like she knew something was going to happen, that something will change in some way. She looked out the small window in the cell at the grey morning and let out a sigh. Who knows if the change would be for the better or would make things worse.
Guess there was really only one way to find out. She slipped off the bed and left the cell.
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Character's name: Ace Richardson Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ace is a 24 year old female and on the tall side at 5'10, average weight, green eyes, and has blonde hair in a braided high ponytail. She tends to wear blue jeans, simple shirts sometimes with characters or logos on them, sneakers, and a wristband for each arm.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:33 pm
[ University ]
Well, his dad had wanted him in college, but somehow Liam didn't think this was what the old man had in mind. If he was still alive. Stuck on campus, it was impossible to know. Something the former soccer star did his best not to think about day to day.
One month since since he'd paid Emerson U's campus a visit. One month since he'd walked out of that bar to see shambling figures and the beginning of the end. One month of scavenging, survival, and having to deal with the stress of being being locked into an impossible situation with a band of people he knew nothing about.
Or rather, almost nothing. There was one unexpectedly familiar face among the others. Not that his former classmate had felt the need to say more than two words to him since the start of all this.
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Character's name: Liam Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Liam JohnsonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
Athletic built and average height, 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.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:42 pm
Mina Cecilia Phillips - University
It was difficult to remain yourself after an entire month of this. Mina clung desperately to the happy and giggly girl she'd been before all this. But after a month of no hope, it felt as if she was trying to wear an old favourite dress from her childhood; too small for her anymore.
But if she couldn't have this, this one thing at the end of the world when everything seemed so hopeless.. then was she even herself anymore? She clung to hope. Clung to the life she used to have. Kept it safe in a small little chest inside her heart.
Things would get better today. If not today, then tomorrow. Someday, help would come. Someday, the rain would wash away all that was wrong in the world.
Until then, it was her duty to keep hope alive.
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Percy was still an a*****e.
That didn't change. One month of no WIFI and no escape from reality, a reality that had gotten considerable worse than before. And so, Percy was still an a*****e; an a*****e that gave zero shits about anyone else's problems. If he was going to live another day in Hell, it would be for himself and no other.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:23 pm
PRISON: Al Malcom
A month, huh.
Well, he'd been in worst shitheaps longer than a month before. Didn't mean he was enjoying himself, but Al was adjusting. There was always business to be done in situations like this, even if it wasn't for cold hard cash. People needed things. Food and water, for starters.
Now, he wasn't heartless, but Al knew that getting out of here was going to take a bit of tough love. Couldn't just dish out food to anyone who came begging for it, right? People had to earn their keep in the apocalypse.
Not that he really believed it was the apocalypse. Shitty zombie movies were always implausible. As long as no one was a dumbass or tried to be a goddamn hero, they'd be just fine.
Al grunted to himself and got up from his cell bed. He needed to find Lola.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
