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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:52 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Lucy Witherson
Minis account name: Torvil
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Employment: Trust Fund Princess/Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
[+] Creative - Lucy hasn't had to do a lot of hard work in her life, so she's had plenty of time to focus on creative, out of the box thinking - in fact, this talent has been fostered and encouraged through all of her life. Some of her methods might be unorthodox, but they usually do work.
[+] Supportive - Lucy likes to support her friends, be it emotionally or even financially. If she has extra resources she's not scared of sharing what she can. She also wants to make sure people are okay emotionally.
[-] Lazy - Lucy hasn't had to do a lot of hard work in her life - a lot of things have been handed to her. So she's not super into the whole "effort" thing. If something does get to become too hard, she's going to try to find a creative way out of it if she can.
[-] Loud - Lucy has a hard time shutting up. Be it talking too loud or screaming when she's scared or upset. Lucky makes a LOT of noise. She's known for shrillness when she's upset - to the point that its almost better to keep her happy than to deal with the wailing banshee she becomes when angry.
Physical - Lucy is short, about 5' even. She has deep tan skin and short brown hair. Her eyes are round and green and fairly large for her face. She has a small button nose and small thin lips. She keeps in good shape and tends to wear outfits that "flaunt" her figure. Usually tight jeans and yoga pants. Most of her clothing is designer - including her shoes, and she gets super upset if it gets damaged or ruined.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Lucy had stayed late with her humanities professor. They'd been arguing over her grade but she think she'd gotten him turned around. Granted it'd taken way too much shouting and screeching on her part but she was fairly certain she'd pass all the same. The nerve! To think that he didn't want to give her an A just because she hadn't been EXACT on her references! She'd done the assignment! He had the information! She'd made it as far as the main stairs when the power went out. She blinked for a minute in the darkness, not quite sure what the hell was going on.
Then hell did really break loose.
Glass broke, people were screaming. There were... "people" attacking others. Lucy couldn't take it, and she turned and ran as fast as she could in a blind panic. She didn't know where she could go for safety, so she chose the only place that made any sense.
She got as high up in the building as he could and locked herself in a storage room, leaning against the door.
She wouldn't move until she heard another human voice...
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 6:00 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Abigail Moracn
Minis account name: Chloeisfox
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Employment: Med Student / Waitress
Faction: Either or District 1 University, District 3 Apartments or District 4 Mall.
Character description: + Organized + Intelligent - Unfriendly - Confrontational
Eyes : Almond shaped, #2DEBAE in color
Hair : Braided on the sides and turned into a mohawk and the top is left curly. Sometimes she doesn't braid it and it looks like this. For coloring it's a deep shade of black, almost looking purple in some lights.
Skin : #3A111C is her actual skin color, where it is touched with vitiligo her skin is much lighter (#C2A395)
Blemishes : Abagail suffers from vitiligo all over. Her face is marked like this and her body more like this and this.
Height : 5'4" feet
Weight : 110 lbs.
Body shape : Muscular from sports, she has an hourglassish body shape.
Outfit choices : Here are some choices (she can wear the bows on one side of her mohawk or around her wrist)
Posture : She has good posture for her age, though slight head tilt
Face shape : Between oval and round
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Abigail had finished school and was headed back to her apartment. It was late, and she was tired from being at school all day. Anyone who thought that being a student was easy never knew a med student. She walked with her hand in her bag, her fingers clasped around a bottle of mace. One could never be too careful at night, she constantly heard stories about the dangers of the night.
She was only steps away from entering the apartment building when all the lights went out. She froze in place, listening to everyone start complaining about the power. She rolled her eyes as she continued into the building, making her way past those that were outside talking about the power outage. Some were talking about people being infected, and she wondered if it was with the new virus that they had been talking about early in class,
All of a sudden someone runs into the building, attacking the person nearest to him. Abigail took out her mace but at seeing the attackers mouth spilling blood she froze. He was killing the person on the floor! The screams of those around her unfroze her and Abigail ran to her apartment. Locking herself in she went into her bathroom and locked that door. She could hear the screams and decided that she wasn't leaving the bathroom until she heard silence.
This was much worse then they thought.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:52 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Austin Elswood
Minis account name: blue
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Employment: Student
Faction: 1 / University!
Character description: Charming, smart, worldly // condescending, unsympathetic, cocky
Austin's the rich son of rich parents who grew up constantly being told that he was the best at anything -- and, otherwise, pretty much completely ignored. His group of friends in prep school were smart and brutal, favorites of the teachers and often feared by other students. They were charming assholes, and none of them really grew out of it. Access to money, and an unlimited access in Austin's case, meant that he had opportunities to travel abroad and in the states both through high school and into college. It also meant that he slacked off his junior year and was held back due to truancy; everything out in the city was much more interesting. Now he's in college, a sophomore, on a prelaw track, living in an expensive apartment that his parents pay for with expensive toys his parents pay for, and at least putting in the effort required to get grades that will drive him toward a good law school.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire frames, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She was a freshman but she was eighteen and starry eyed and that had been good enough for Austin. The plan had been a study session as she entered into her very first university exam, but it hadn't taken him long to talk her away from the books and into a quiet nook between two library shelves, turning on the slow smile and the carefully cultivated charm. This meant that the lights going out, casting them from dim and cozy and into safe darkness, was a boon for him. But she felt differently about it
Especially once the shouting started in the distance, a clamoring in the emergency stairwell.
It put the end to their study session, and he hadn't even gotten her out of her shirt. She wriggled out of his arms, breathlessly, as some other students scurried by, only the wild whites of their eyes showing in the gloom. There was a not-quite whispered exchange about the infected. Someone knocked into a shelf, books thudded to the ground, and then Austin's date was gone with the crowd. For a moment, he was alone and annoyed, reaching for his own bag to start after.
He was attacked in the stairwell, an unfamiliar face coming at him, and his reaction was swift. Austin stepped aside and the body [because, could that really be called a person?] went tumbling past him, headlong down the stairs. For a moment, he stared: not in horror but in wonder, because he'd never killed anyone before.
Then the body got up.
He started running, then, down the stairs at a pace that no one who knew him would believe. Gone the cool shamble, the pausing to talk to familiar faces. The campus outside the library was aflame and he caught only glimpses of reaching arms as he streaked through, searching for anywhere that might be safe. Dorms of friends were in disarray, more screaming and shouting; he though he saw someone jump out of a third story classroom; part of the cafeteria was burning.
Austin didn't remember a choice, but in the end, he found himself in the backseat of his Audi, pressed flat and strangely grateful that he hadn't gone for the convertible after all.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:37 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Rajni Patel
Minis account name: chimarii
Age: 23
Gender: female
Employment: Nurse at a Public Clinic (certified, but only had ~6 months experience; very new).
Faction: 3 - Apartments.
Character description:
[+] Resourceful: Rajni makes due with what she's given. Somehow trouble always seems to find her, but she keeps a cool head in frantic situations. Naturally she has her snapping points and her limits, but she tends to be the type to simply get the job done and get it done quickly.
[+] Dependable: Following that line, if Rajni says she's going to do something, she'll always follow through. She tries not to flake without clear consensus and communication; she's the kind of person you can rely on with tasks big and small. Consistent.
[?] Mysterious: Rajni tends not to give too many details about herself. She keeps her personal matters close and her opinions closer. She's fine not knowing anything about you, so long as you give her the same space.
[-] Aimless: Rajni doesn't really have any direction. She doesn't have drive or motivation, tends to come off as lazy even. She always takes the easy, selfish route because her only real concerns are living and comfort. Certainly she has interests and hobbies, but she's never really considered herself passionate about anything; she's never needed to be.
[-] Snarky: Honestly, Rajni doesn't know when to shut her big mouth. Not necessarily blunt or intentionally insulting, Rajni just tends to say the things that people don't want to hear. Sometimes it can be for the good (hearing those hard truths), sometimes it just comes across as rude. The majority of the time it just comes across as sarcasm.
Appearance stuff (mostly so I can remember): Desi af, hooked/beaked nose, aviator classes, boho headband, hipsterish - x
Do I own any characters in the shop? yes~
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
They said that heaven would arrive in fire and the earth laid bare.
They were dead wrong.
Rajni watched as the earth was ripped by a plague, cowering behind a trashcan of all things. The smell is disgusting, but the carnage in front of her is far worse than the sickly sweet smell attacking her nose. She put a hand over her mouth, silencing her breathing. Keeping quiet.
Groceries. Groceries were what had brought her out tonight. A paper bag spilled by her feet now. Her car had given up on the weary crawl to the store, so she'd been forced to go by bike, as she usually did. Logically she should have gotten the car fixed, but money didn't grow on any of the trees she'd seen, and it definitely didn't come with a nursing license. The groceries were hardly her priority though. It didn't matter now, not when they were coming, coming, coming.
The streets were dark, darker than they'd ever been before. Despite her panicked hiding spot, Rajni had the time to realize she'd never seen the street in the dark. It was always lit by sunlight or by lamppost; the electricity was out then. Funny; she could see the stars now. Not well mind you; she lived in a huge city and the smog of the city's industry was always going to ******** it up, but she could see them better than most nights.
There was a small dose of panic, of fear, of internal what the s**t s**t s**t that seemed logical, but as she hid she calmed. She didn't know what to do, but she knew what she could do for now. Stay calm. Stay hidden. No heroism, no freaking out.
All she had on her was her pocket knife. Useless against these things (she'd watched one take down three people at once), but better than nothing.
Time to fight. Time to do what needed to be done.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 8:00 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Peter Kim, Ph.D
Minis account name: Zyphiris
Age: 45
Gender: M
Employment: University Lecturer: Engineering Department
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Peter is your typical foreign associate professor who, at 45, has fully succumbed to the life of wearing oversized comfy sweaters over crumpled t-shirts with a mug of coffee in hand. While he appears to be physically emaciated and somewhat weary for this world, his mind is still acute and sharp as ever, though he limits himself to only thinking about things that he actually cares about (mainly his research, and what to eat for lunch). His frequent vacant stares into space are due to one of two things: a chronic lack of sleep, or, trying to figure out why the ******** does the lab result not tally, and sometimes, both.
Having spent over 20 years of his life troubleshooting and finding those goddamned missing commas, the fact that he has survived in this profession speaks of a meticulous man with a knack for problem-solving. Though respected for his academic work, his lectures are frequently empty due to his sonorous droning in an incomprehensible accent, and the largely useless ppt slideshows consisting of walls of comic sans text, outdated clipart gifs and unexplained formulae. HR has been begging him for years to adapt to the student feedback and work on his “poor communication skills”, but to no avail.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Slinking into his office after another lecture in front of a grand total of 2 students and 1 recording camera, Professor Kim slouched into his seat, sighing as he slovenly sets the stack of lab reports in front of him. He flips through one or two, before giving up and searching through the stack to find the student's work all of these were copied off from. He comforts himself in the thought that at least one of them actually gives a damn, scanning through the well elaborated report before marking it with a tick and a lonesome: “good.” before moving on to the rest. It still amazes him that somehow, even after shameless plagiarism, that some students would still end up with monumental calculation errors – so he still checks through every single one of them. He was halfway through the stack before the lights went out.
Peter sighed, stretching out his arm to wave at the motion sensor that would bring the light on again. Nothing. The man sighed once more, slowly getting up from his seat to pace about minimally, trying to convince the system that he was in fact, still alive and in here and he would like the lights back on please.
There was shouting along the corridors, followed by shrill shrieking, which did not phase him as much as the fact that there was a power-trip which he would have to deal with. God knows what drugs and booze the students were on at this hour, he dismissed the thought immediately as he stepped out of his office to trudge towards the power board. The corridors were now empty, but the shouting continued in the distance. Leaning over the edge of the corridor ledge, the professor peered into the courtyard, all ready to tell them to please go back to their dorms already.
The initial shock washes over him, and he pulls out his phone to check that it was still September. There was no pre-halloween event planned either, as far as he could remember. Quickening his pace, he makes it to the switchboard room to find that everything had been powered down. The sound of footsteps, irregular and heavy, prompts him to slam the door shut, locking himself in.
Okay.
s**t.
And he so he waits, nervously, as he wishes he had locked himself in the office instead where the supply of coffee and biscuits were.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 2:56 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Isaac
Minis account name: yushika
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: N/A
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description: Isaac is about 5'7, and lean. He's the definition of trouble, often quick to verbally snap back when provoked, and quicker to punch. It isn't that he's hostile in nature, but instead he's sensitive. Everything is something against him. Others are mocking him. His life is about protecting himself and breaking anyone who displays something that could be perceived as a threat. He's tense. Paranoid. Afraid.
However, Isaac has a protective side to him. He doesn't trust easily, and earning his loyalty is something that requires plenty of patience. That, or rescuing him when he's in a dangerous situation. It takes an abundance of patience, kindness, and understanding for him to stop scowling and eventually, hesitantly, showing a warmer side. Once you've won him over he'll do anything for you, even murder. Actually, it was the need to help someone he cared for that got him in prison! Stealing food multiple times for his homeless friend eventually caused him to be locked up, and he's been bitter about it since. He has very loud and angry feelings about how it's apparently perfectly acceptable to let people starve on the streets.
He is creative, but not exactly in a beneficial way. He used to make graffiti, and often as a way to express himself. He typically only can make art with a spray can, but back before he was captured he always had at least two cans on him at a time. Sadly, this skill doesn't really have any uses for the future he's about to face.
Lastly, Isaac leaps before thinking. His emotions rule him, and while he's actually a clever boy, he can't exactly calm himself down well. He's quick and has good endurance, but there's a chance someday he'll gravely injure himself by acting before assessing a situation.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Isaac didn't scream. Despite the few inmates who let out bewildered yelps or the scuffle of footsteps, he remained silent. Bright yellow eyes peered through the darkness, attempting to make sense of the situation. Voices muttered, senseless rambling. Clipped sentences of the rumor that had long been passing throughout the prison. The virus. He snorted absently at the absurdity of it all, standing from his table and making a move to find the nearest guard to demand answers from before a sudden and shrill scream shut down his attempts. His body seized, ears recognizing the sound of pain as it echoed throughout the halls. That was the sound of fear. The sound of agony. He knew that note, and before the guards could begin their commands he ducked, pushing himself under the table and curling his body instinctually into a ball.
His eyes had adapted, finally. His blood pounded an erratic melody, raising in temperature if each new screech he heard. Blood. It permeated the air, leaking into his nose and causing his throat to clench. His eyes betrayed him, lifting to view the chaos around him through the cloak of grey. Someone had entered the room, shambling towards the nearest guard and ignoring their shouts. It took all of one second for them to reach forward and rip at the guards throat, lunging forward as the scream produced howled throughout the room.
Fear. The familiar emotion racked through Isaac, leaving him frozen as he watched the violence engulf the room. Bodies dropped. Corpses raised. Blood splattered. His mind reeled, breath escaping in ragged pants as he held his ears. Suddenly, it was abruptly clear. In almost one minute the room was void of any living soul. Except himself.
His body kicked into reaction mode, legs forcing him out from under the table and sending him barreling down the hall. He tried to ignore the screams. The splattering of crimson blood. The stench. For once, no one was there to shout at him to stop. No one was threatening to lock him back in his cell. He was free, and yet not in the way he had wanted.
His feet took him to the only place he could think of, and the only place he trusted; the counseling office. His hands slammed into the door, forcing it open and immediately knocking it shut once he had entered. He locked the door, scurrying under a desk to catch his breath. Fear. So familiar, and yet so foreign as the sounds outside of the door was something he only experienced in dreams. One person? He had seen someone experience hell. An entire prison? He couldn't do this! He was alone, and he, for the first time since he came here, hated it.
His brain told him to run, but for that moment he stayed under the desk. Soon. He'd figure something out, soon. Not now. His hands covered his ears as he withdrew into himself, the softest whimper escaping the boy.
This wasn't real.
It couldn't be.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 4:11 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Amber J. Sparrow
Minis account name: Riyo
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Employment: Grocery store clerk
Faction: District 3, Apartment District
Character description:
+Goal Oriented
+Kind to a point
+Self-sufficient
- Selfish/Narcissistic
-Apathetic
Amber, upon first glance, would strike anyone as a town sweetheart. Rarely is her delicate porcelain face without a warm smile. Her voice is wispy and soft, as is her long, curly blond hair. Her posture screams shy and meek, while her deep blue eyes engulf any stare they may come across.
It is the side of Amber most people see, until she is done with them. Amber's demeanor is much like that of a cleverly camouflaged animal, or perhaps a parasite. While her words and actions seem mostly harmless, they are merely a display. Just as the angler fish lures it's pray with a shiny bauble, so too does this sparrow with her call. No concerns are given to other parties. She looks out for herself, that is where her priorities begin and end.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Almost two years to the day had passed since life stood cripplingly still for one Miss Amber J. Sparrow. Against overwhelming odds, the planets had aligned just so, and her dreams had become tangible. Hands reached out, ready to receive, she leaned in.
Then with one misstep and screeching breaks, those dreams had been torn away from her.
The whispers and murmurings of some super bug or virus were not an unfamiliar happenstance between soccer moms at the grocery store. Amber had heard everything from aliens to demonic spirits and even something about reptile people in the guise of famous politicians. Still, she simply smiled, nodded, and declared, "How interesting!"
Tonight had been a particularly long shift, and with the last of the inventory counted around nine, she hopped on the bus and headed back to the devastation at home.
"I'm back." She called softly as she shuffled the keys back into her particularly worn purse. 9:30. Just enough time to catch an episode of American Idol with a bowl of ramen after she took care of... Her chores.
"Welcome home. How was work?" Called a warm voice, with an even warmer expression attached to it's source. A gentleman with the same shade of blond hair was parked at the dining room table, piecing together some sort of car model. It looked to be some year of vintage mustang.
"It was." The only response she could muster. Though her face still held a smile, it was empty, as was her tone. "Lets get you in the bath."
Masculine hands gently rested the plastic pieces he had been fiddling with on the table, reaching down for two wheels to roll himself out. "Ah. If you're too tired you don't have to." His voice sounded apologetic. It always did. Neither of them ever wanted this.
Amber said nothing, but rested her bag down on the kitchen table next to his models and headed for the bathroom, the sounds of a subtle squeaky wheel following close behind.
When the clock struck ten, the two of them were in front of the TV as, at the drop of a coin, every single electronic ceased. Amber let out a soft gasp. "Richard. Did you mail the check for the electricity?" Her voice was slightly scolding. By the light of the moon, she felt around for the lighter they used for the cheap scented candles from the dollar store.
"I've never missed a payment sis. You know me better than that."
As the flame engulfed the burnt wick, shuffling could be heard in the hall outside... And then screaming. The duo looked at eachother in bewilderment before Amber leapt to her feet and ran to lock the door. It didn't matter what was going on out there or who was hurt. They were in here and they needed to be safe.
"Amber!" The wheels creaked behind her. "Are they alright? Do they need help?"
"It doesn't matter!" Her voice grew louder for only a moment as she glanced out the peephole.
Strong hands pushed her out of the way as the door was shakily unlocked and a silver blur sped over the threshold. Richard always carried a gun with him after the accident.
Peering cautiously past the frame, the little sparrow watched as her older brother rushed to the aid of their mangled neighbor Mrs. McCullin, who had managed to decapitate her attacker, Mr. McCullin before succumbing to her own injuries. Why did his body look so... Decomposed?
"Mrs. McCullin!" Richard yelled, leaning over in an effort to shake her shoulder. "Amber you've gotta help me here! She could still be alive!"
She was. So to speak. Mrs. McCullin arose slowly, wall-eyed and droopy. Amber could hear Richard's sigh of relief, and she could almost make out his lips preparing to say something like 'Thank God' or 'Lets get you to the hospital'. Amber knew something wasn't right immediately, but made no efforts to move as the elderly woman knocked Richard Sparrow off his wheelchair, or as his gun was clumsily pulled out of the holster and knocked away. It was a classic horror movie scene, she thought.
"Amber! Help me!" He cried as he tried to wrestle the bleeding, drooling, screeching neighbor off of him.
This time, she did move. Amber grabbed the gun off the floor and pointed. Only she wasn't aimed at Mrs. McCullin.
Her brother knew. His eyes widened, and softened almost immediately. He smiled for one last time. "I never meant to be a burden." His voice almost sounded relieved.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
No tears shed, no murmured regrets. The gun was lowered, and as the sounds of moaning from the stairways began to echo through the complex, the little sparrow quietly retreated back to her home and made a temporary nest for herself until such a time as she could fly again. Without the extra weight, it shouldn't be too hard.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 6:43 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Ritsa Tiblon
Minis account name: Silvertigress18
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Employment: Pharmacist, Shoppers Drug Mart
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description:
Hip length auburn locks that are tied back in two braids, and blue eyes. Ritsa looks average when compared to all the other women her age.
Patient - It takes patience to deal with the sick and elderly. And even more to deal with insurance companies.
Detail oriented - Everything must be organized, and recorded.
Stern - Ritsa is unpleasantly serious, she’s not a doctor because she lacks good bedside manners. So now she’s a pharmacist
Controlling - Ritsa is used to making snap judgements and not looking back at them. As such it’s a very ‘Her way or the highway’’ type of person.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y (Nekhbet)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Abrupt darkness fell upon Ritsa as she reached forward to hang up her lab coat for the night. Puzzled she turned to look towards her assistant, giving the younger girl a puzzled expression. She was about to open her mouth to say something when the loud piercing screams reached their ears. There were a couple people banging on the well protected windows. Giving a wave as if to shoo them away Ritsa turned back to hanging up her lab coat. Jumping at the unexpected scream from her assistant. Spinning back to give the girl a second look, Ritsa froze as her eyes fell on what looked like blood splattered on the window and a body crumpling to the ground with what appeared to be, two other individuals.
A hot wave rushed through the pharmacists body as the woman turned to reach for her phone. Bringing the device up to her ear, Ritsa’s heart plummeted, the line was dead. Turning her head towards her cell phone Ritsa reached towards it as the caller I.D. lit up. Answering it only seemed to make the woman more suspicious. On the other end was a friend of hers, but she could hardly hear her over the screaming in the background. “It’s… bad… Hidding with oth… loca… School!” There was a strange crackling sound before the connection was severed.
Looking back up towards the young assistant, Ritsa’s face paled. There seemed to be a growing crowd of people flooding back into the mall for safety. Many of them covered in blood, some talking about a strange zombie infection. What was going on out there? She had seen no signs of a pandemic in the last 24 hours. Was this just someone’s cruel idea of a joke?
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:11 pm
 ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Sereva
Minis account name: Lunar Chi
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female
Employment: Hunts Game/Works in family Butchery & Farm
Faction: District 4 Mall
Character description: Sereva is fit and toned, being a butcher and farm hand she often spends her days doing constant physical labor. Though due to the climate of Canada she often covers up. →Appearance *Most of her outfit has cyan accents♠Navy blue halter top♠Black under-armor (spandex)♠Long sleeve furred collared black crop-jacket♠Black Steel-Toed Boots♠Brown bicep-high fingerless gloves♠Baggy Navy Pants♠Brown Belt and Suspenders♠Brown & Black GogglesHair: Purple tied up in a pony tailEyes: Gray with a cyan ring through the middle of her iris *Colored-Contacts**References: [1] // [2]→Positive♤Tough //Being a hunter and given the responsibility of heading her family's business she has learned to tough things out even when situations seem improbable.♤Observant/Resourceful //Learning to have a keen eye from a very young age Sereva takes her time in observing her surroundings. It does wonders when you are trying to track down a 300 pound agile buck.♤Handy //On the side Sereva has taught herself how to fix things, most of the time it's for her motorcycle but she has done some tinkering here and there with other mechanical devices.→Negative♤Stubborn //Given responsibility sooner than most Sereva has let it gone to her head, constantly set in her ways and thinking her ideas are for the best.♤Aggressive //Feeding off her tomboyish side, Sereva can get a bit gung-ho. Picking fights that are better left alone.♤Cocky //She think's her shots always hit, when in reality they arn't all perfect bulls eyes.Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Grey eyes flicker along stocks of meat in the back of a deli in the shopping mall, accents of teal shown around the iris as they continued to look up and down each row of product. “Nine.. ten.. eleven” words echo softly off of the lips of the young woman who was standing there “fifteen...sixteen”. Her words stopped, only to look down at the clipboard in her hand and write numbers in various boxes. The girl’s hand reached up to her temple, rubbing softly as she bent down and placed the clipboard in a pure black Ducky’s backpack.
“We shouldn’t be this short… I told Kara to make sure all the numbers were correct before packaging” a sigh left from her lips. It was stressful not only being the butcher of her family’s company but also the one who they relied on to deliver the goods to major grocers throughout the area. Stretching her arms above her head Sereva made a subtle grunt before swinging the backpack over her shoulder. Turning to leave the room she adjusted the black and brown goggles atop of her head, pulling them down around her neck so that she could be relieved from some of the pressure. Her eyes closed for a moment as she turned the corner into what was the side office of the deli “I’m sorry to say that I’ll have to make another tr-“ her words trailed off.
An eerie silence unsettled her body as she opened her eyes again to a completely dark room. Looking around her fingers fumbled for a light switch, feeling as it was alright flipped up she attempted to fiddle with it to get the lights to come back on “Hello?” she would say. “So they leave and they don’t even mind to tell me, plus they leave their lights burnt out” nothing could seem to go worse for her today. “I better get paid” Sereva huffed. Leaving the office and walking back through the front of the Deli to where the mall opened up to various shops. It was only until she noticed all of the lights were off did the notion come back up in her mind “The hell? How long was I back there for” she said. Her hand gripping tighter around the strap over her shoulder, footsteps became quicker as she walked through the almost empty mall. Half of the shops hadn’t even been closed down correctly, and the few people who were left there seemed to scurry off before she could even get close to them.
Faster, faster, her feet started to almost make a trot as she ran for the glass doors at the front of the mall. Looking around she saw people struggling, panicking, trying to get shelter from something. It wasn’t until she overheard some legible words that her heart started to quicken. ”Infected”. Just the description made a gruesome chill want to run down her spin. “It cant be” Sereva gritted through her teeth, “I’ve seen countless of crazy things while hunting, but the stories about this virus going around has to be a hoax” the woman was skeptical but at the same time the rational side of her pulled her to become even more aware of her surroundings. She started noticing things. Approaching what seemed to be a street fight turned real quick into a clique 90s horror movie situation. Her eyes witnessed something she wish wasn’t actually happening, blood dripping, foam frothing from the mouth, eyes seeming practically dead from the inside out. It was then when she no longer held her objection to all the suspicion and just started running.
Sereva wanted to get back to her house, tucked away in the woods with her rifles and her motorcycle, but today was the one day she had decided to take the bus into town. Using her athleticism she ran, only looking on either side of her at times to see countless of others who looked practically decayed as they noticed her and attempted to turn her into some kind of gourmet piece of meat herself. “s**t, s**t, s**t” she cursed under her breath. Her lungs almost burning as she wasn’t used to this sort of cardio work out. Eyes searched all around her for a place to hide, seeming to have circled back around to the mall where she had started. Opening the door she quickly fled back inside, trying to stay out of sight of any of the undead that had sprung up in the darkened building. If she had any of her weapons with her, or even a fighting chance she would have kicked every single one of their asses. But her rationality wouldn’t let her move an inch towards them yet. Sliding under one of the half closed shop gates she kicked it all the way down. Staying low into the shadows as she hid behind one of the register counters. Heart pounding, a cold sweat stained against her face, she needed to collect herself. That’s all she could do in that moment, not moving a muscle she began to analyze the situation. If she was going to deal with this, she wasn’t going down without a fight. exclaim I HEREBY AGREE WITH SIGNING UP THAT I MAY BE CONTACTED DURING SIGNUPS BY A GM FOR CHARACTER REVISIONS exclaim
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 11:55 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Pomelo Ranier Antonelli
Minis account name: kapao
Age: 19
Gender: F
Employment: Student, first and foremost, but part-time at Innov8, a sporting goods store.
Faction: District 3
Character description: She's 5'5" and 114lbs, a petit little thing. She is, however, by no means scrawny. She's primarily Italian with just a drop of French, though you'd never think that was the case because of the slightest Scottish lilt in her accent. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously hazel-gray eyes. Her hair is a rich shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of.
[+] Resourceful. She knows how to McGuyver it up (within reasonable limitations) and has never been above Googling creative solutions to odd problems. Such Googling has honed her skills in creating makeshift objects to aid in the everyday pickles she finds herself in. She's also very organized and methodical, perferring to map out a plan before going headfirst into anything (even a simple recipe for cookies a la pinterest). Whether or not her plan is executed flawlessly (or at all) is questionable, but that has yet to ever stop her from planning.
[-] Softy. She's quite the pushover and would much rather let people have their way (obviously within reason) rather than raise a commotion. She's also incredibly sensitive, emotionally, and is easily pushed to tears (that she tries really, really hard not to shed in public with varied levels of success) with harsh words, insults, or comments/criticisms with malicious intent. She's very much a "heart on her sleeves" type of person, and is easily put off by people who seem to be keeping secrets--or worse, are outright lying to her.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"No~!"
Mel's adorable--at least according to her bestie--whine filled the now darkened space that was her apartment. She was in the middle of cooking dinner when the lights went out, which didn't prevent her from cooking but considering she couldn't see she wasn't about to continue. With her luck she was more likely to burn down her apartment (and possibly even the building) if she tried to cook on a gas stove in the dark. Either that or cut off a finger while trying to prep her ingredients.
She slumped against the kitchen counter, brunette strands falling into her line of sight as she looked down and tried to fight the frown off of her face. There wasn't anything to be done about it, so finally with a sigh she stood back up and let it go. It was times like this that they made junk food, so once the gas was off and the ingredients all put away she grabbed a handful of her secret stash and plopped herself in front of her laptop, ready for a Netflix marathon of Criminal Minds.
For the first two or three episodes she thought the screaming she was hearing was part of the show, but when she paused it to open her next Double Shot it finally registered that the screaming was real. She blinked out of curiosity at first, then decided it'd be okay to venture out into the world to go see what the heck was going on. The trip down the hall and down the elevator was a quick one, but the scene those doors opened to was straight out of one of trailers to a zombie movie she absolutely refused to watch.
A thing--it looked like a person, except missing an arm and chunks of its head--was kneeling over a limp body, doing...something. When the ding of the elevator sounded, it groaned and lurched back, dead eyes looking right at her. Her eyes, though, went straight to the body on the floor. And the red all over the place.
Her shrill cry broke the silence in the hallway.
"Close, close, close, close!" she begged while pounding on the button for her floor and the "door close" one. Meanwhile the thing started to stand and make its approach, which only made her hit the buttons harder until it finally closed. She couldn't really form a coherent thought until she finally got back to her apartment, where she barred the door with the table closest to it and started pacing the floor.
This couldn't be happening, right? Right?!
"Of course not!" she said while giving a hysteric sort of laugh. "Zombies aren't real Pomelo, they're not!" She paused and walked over to her window to look at the chaos was that escalating outside. Worry started to settle in her expression at that point, and she bit her lower lip. "They're not...they can't be..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:04 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: William Vayne
(based on this image) Noiz
Minis account name: Steal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: Inmate
Faction: District 2 Prison,
Character description: 6' 140lbs or pure energy. His hair is pale blond, and he is covered in pierceings . His cold golden eyes are always seeking details and memorizing what may come in handy later.
Vayne's punk style shows just how much he disdains mainstream, and his attitude fully reflects all of that being rather cold. He ignores anything that he doesn't like and has snide comments ready. He is very attentive though, taking notes in his mind and paying attention to details that most would care very little for.
Negatives: Sharp attitude that is off putting.
Ignores anything that she doesn't care about
Positive: High energy, able and willing to do dangerous things to get stuff done
Keen eye for details, able to pick up hints and clues.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was bad enough to be here in the prison, but when things hit the fan in a place like this, they REALLY hit the fan. It was still a short time before lights out, and Vayne had all intentions to take every moment he had, planning to get out meant that he had to take note of everything, but when the lights just suddenly shut off he couldn't help but make a small sound of shock. This was not normal at all. When incarcerated it was important to keep everything patterned well, there was no telling what would set off the others.
Kicking out his feet, he slid off of his bunk and took a look around, keeping as silent as he could. Something was not right. It may have had something to do with that virus thing that was going around, driving the other inmates insane, making them do things that were even worse than what had got them in here to start with.
Crossing his arms over his chest he moved silently, pushing on the door to her cell, which creaked open slowly, letting his slide out and pad through the halls. It was then that he noted all the yelling, strange gibbering sounds from some, and screams from others. It sent chills down his spine. Yes, there were calls about sickness and he knew that it was going to get way worse around here before it got better. It was then that someone started running down the hall toward her, blood running from their lips, eyes wide. He backed up fast and the figure stopped, starting to savage another inmate.
"Shi...oh s**t.." he made a small hissing sound and backed up. There was time to be a mean a** and time to get the hell out of dodge before you get killed, and this was the latter. he raced down the hall away from the insane figure, and all around her he noted that others were doing the same thing. It was worse... he had to get out of here. Noting a door half open she ran toward it, shutting it behind her when she noticed it was a supply closet. No one was there, just her and he blocked it to keep himself safe. He had to wait for the screaming to stop.
There was nothing else she could do, just hide there and wait. Soon it would end... one way or another. He hoped.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:34 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Dr. Harvard Falls
Minis account name: tunacan
Age: 34
Gender: male
Employment: professor of linguistic anthropology
Faction: 1 - University
Character description:
No, Harvard did not go to Harvard. But he does have a doctorate. And speaks approximately 15 languages at varying levels of fluency. So yeah, maybe he thinks he's a made of a slightly higher caliber than other people. It likely doesn't help that Harvard is certainly a glass half-empty kind of guy. If it's awful, if it can be awful, Harvard is there and muttering under his breath about it. That being said, he's not a crotchety professor all of the time. Under pressure, he keeps his head and finds it easy to quickly assess his choices and think logically. All those years upon years of college managed to beat a love of logic and quick assessment into his head and he puts it to good use.
There are things in life even this pessimistic man likes, of course. He finds himself irritatingly protective of his students, while simultaneously intent on pushing them out of their comfort zone. While they were in his class, they might be little s**t shits, but they were his little shits. Harvard also appreciates books, and the smell of a freshly printed newspaper. And his cat, Sapir (named after Edward Sapir, of course).
Traits: level-headed, protective, snob, pessimistic
Description: Italian. Dark hair, dark eyes, medium olive skin. 5'9". Average build (he's trying not to let a middle-aged belly happen...). Wear a lot of buttons downs with sleeves rolled up, ink stains on his fingers a lot. Hair is kind of curly, but he keeps it short, has short but filled out beard. x
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Harvard had been waiting for his T.A. Dubbed Ms. Tits n' a** (her words and entirely true), Bonnie was a vivacious women who had made it her goal to get Harvard laid. Preferably with herself. Harvard didn't mind her efforts, even if he was wholly uninterested. However, he thought grumpily, she could at least show up on time. There were essays to ********' grade and damn it, he had no idea how this student had decided to write their essay on the birth of comedy and miss tying in the linguistic aspects of comedic language. It was infuriating. How could Tyler miss such a simple connection, especially in an essay meant to be about linguistics. Was his head screwed on backwards when he wrote this? Harvard was tempted to grade them by 'stairs' - that is, to stand at the top of the stairs and roll the essays down in a wild cascade of paper. The ones to make it to the bottom would get A's. It was not a foolproof system.
None of these kids were gonna make it, he thought wearily, but it was his duty to get them to try at least. There were some - like Catherine - who really seemed to love the subject, and those were the kinds of students that made it worthwhile. He tapped his pen rhythmlessly on the table. And then the lights cut out.
The chaos that followed was the exact opposite of what Harvard would call a 'good time'. There was yelling (why), running (why), and general mayhem (WHY). He saw people frothing up blood like rabid dogs, attacking each other, shambling about as though possessed. He rather thought this was a good neighborhood and wasn't it disappointing to see the ugly truth? But when something came at him, arms outstretched, nails scraping, Harvard did what he does best - he ran off and holed up. It was a matter of self-preservation, a quality Harvard sometimes possessed in spades. He was glad, though, that it was late enough that most students were out of class. Maybe they would be home, unhurt. He worried. He worried and, for now, he waited.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 5:59 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO  Character Name: Dr. Shouichi (Sho for short)
Minis account name: Xaki
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Employment: Surgeon Doctor
Faction: Apartments
Character description:
(+) Dedicated | (+) Level-Headed | (-) Sadistic | (-) Obsessive
Dedicated - He doesn't hesitate, once he makes a decision or an attachment, he sticks to it. He rarely deals with moral conflicts or insecurity because, hey, you're the one who made the decision in the end, right? Nobody forced your hand, deal with it.
Level-Headed - No matter in any situation (whether it be personal, in a surgery, etc) he always strives to maintain a cool head. Even in fear or anxiety, his mind can't help but disassociate from the situation to analyze the pros and cons.
Sadistic - Normally he's a pretty nice guy. Nice, polite, always on time, etc. Nobody needs to question why he is in his job as long as he's competent and follows the rules, right? He thoroughly separates his work from his personal life, along with any hobbies or preferences. But when allowed to go free, he enjoys seeing people uncomfortable, in pain, crying, etc. He's an only child so its thankful there are no siblings to deal with such a personality, but he's always been maintained a facade of politeness with cruel intentions to his girlfriends or those foolish enough to want to go beyond the bounds of friendship.
Obsessive - Once he fixates his attention on something, it's almost scary at how he dedicates himself to it. He's not the type to let go, ever. And he'll do anything as long as it means he'll get his desire in the end.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Dr. Shouichi had just finished a night shift at the hospital, arriving home quickly to change his clothes, before planning to head back out. However, after a quick shower and in the midst of dressing, the lights quickly flickered and then turned off. Quickly drawing a shirt over his naked chest, he immediately tried to look for his cell phone to call the hospital. There was no signal, due to the loss of telephone lines. And if land lines were out, the train stations, traffic lights, and generally functioning everyday necessities would all be out as well. It wasn't wise to leave even if he was required at the hospital. Forcing himself to think rationally, he settled into a sitting position on his couch.
Infected people? It was true that things had been strange at the hospital as well. Finally deciding to open his door, to check on the statuses and compare information with his neighbors- on the balcony and upper floors of his apartment, the picture of chaos broke out on the streets and lower levels.
"Haaah?!" He looked for a moment longer, to assess how many people were affected, how his chances for escape was, the entrance to his car- things didn't look good. He slammed the door of his apartment quickly, fear beginning to creep into his every pore. Shelves, chairs, furniture was stacked against the doorway as well as any open window that was accessible from the ground.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:19 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Bing Bonhomme
Minis account name: Zee
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Employment: Mobster Goon - currently bodyguard for a pet dino's Benjamin Sartosa
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description: Imperturbable - He's seen and done a lot of disturbing things during his time as a mob goon. Bing's good at staying calm and keeping his mind on the mission even when bullets are flying.
Loyal - The mob has treated Bing well through the years, and Bing wants to keep it that way. Even his lust for money can't sway his loyalties to the mob, though he certainly wouldn't mind letting you think you could persuade him. He'd just take your money, and then break a few of your fingers to teach you a lesson.
Pitiless - Causing others' pain and suffering is Bing's bread and butter. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt others while off duty, but when his job calls for it, he makes sure the work is done right, and there's no appealing to his sense of sympathy or empathy. He simply doesn't care.
Materialistic - Bing grew up below the poverty line. The mob taught him how money could, in fact, buy happiness. He greatly enjoys having plenty of money at his disposal, and all the wonderfully hedonistic things that money can buy. Clothing, food, cigars, liquor, women...
A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Bing reclined on the top bunk, waiting for Benji to give the signal. Another hour and they'd be outta this joint. Keeping a few of the jails officers on the mob payroll sure made busting the boss's punk son out a lot easier. Bing had been in jail on other business for the mob, but had been given a new mission to make sure no one bothered the kid, and that he got out in one piece. He’d been transferred to Benji’s cell, the key had been supplied, and all that was left was to wait. Once it hit ten, Benji would unlock the door, Bing would "overpower" one of the guards, make sure the break out looked legit, and they could skedaddle.
What's that saying about best laid plans?
Bing raised an eyebrow at the lights going out, wondering if the boss had decided to pull a few more strings. However, once out of the cell, the guard wasn't where they'd arranged for him to be. Not good. Bing cracked his knuckles, and worked the crick out of his neck. As far as he was concerned, the mission was still on, it had just gotten a bit more challenging.
They found their guard a little further on. Having his face chewed off by another guard. As the doors began to click open around them, and curious prisoners stuck their heads out to see what the commotion was, Bing upgraded the mission’s status from ‘challenging’ to ‘troublesome’. Fights broke out. He wasn’t sure if it was some kind of drug, but more and more people seemed to be losing their minds around them. When one of the guards actually killed a prisoner, Bing thought Benji did the mob proud by keeping his head. The kid led them back to the one spot with a door they could lock, their cell. As the kid hid under one bed, Bing pushed the other against the door for good measure. As chaos raged outside, Bing decided to take a nap. They weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and when they finally did, he wanted to be rested and ready.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:27 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Jacob Thatch
Minis account name: Miliardo
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Employment: Surgical Intern
Faction: D1 university OR Prison (visiting to care for / study a case with mentor)
Character description: Jacob is in his late 20’s his nose is block with a bad break to the left from his youth, his skin is slightly worn from a heavy drinking and has gaunt cheek bones with sunken eyes. He keeps his hair short cut with a sandy blond shade and the never ending start of a full beard. Standing at 5’11. Constantly seems to be scowling.
Personality wise he is borderline narcissist, usually concerned with himself and his own plans more so then those of others he took up medicine for himself and surgery for the challenges it presented with a strong delight in proving others wrong by preforming better than his peers. Most insults would roll off him but to criticize his work, or any past failing will quickly anger him, discovering his past drinking problem is a very quick way to set him off. He tends to be a bit distant, flirting is alien to him and if he does it’s not intended, in turn advances are met with dead pan stares. His work and career comes first, he comes first, and if he does care to help you it usually has some benefit for himself.
In turn he is very much a man of his word and should he agree or commit to something he will follow through relentlessly and fall into a foul mood should he fail on his agreement. He’s also very logical preferring to think things through then rush to the end.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yeeeeeah a feeeeew
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
His internship had fallen to the wayside, in light of the recent flu going around Jacob had spent more time in scrubs helping deal with the coughing and fever stricken then he did standing over a table following and aiding in whatever work he was granted by the local hospitals. In particular he had been left at his University, helping in the public clinic, scribbling his name down on page, after page, after page of what was essentially a waste of medication, none of it helped. His eyes drifted to the clock as he flipped through another chart, it was pointless to read just another case of the flu, worse yet more and more where getting sick. It was almost 10 his shift would end then, but that wasn’t the case.
The power cut, monitors, PA systems, lights it all simply vanished. Chaos followed after, some people rushed for the counter where medication was stored hoping to score something, anything to make the sickness fall in line. Others called for help out, Jacob? He slipped away, while it was his job to help it was also his best interest not to get involved in a fight with a few fever stricken students and risk the infection himself.
He moved to a side stairwell, a medical student hall that his keys would unlock that’s when he saw it. Blood oozed like slow running water down the side of the man’s mouth as he slammed a women into the ground. For just a moment Jacob went pale, he’d seen inside a person’s body, held organs, worked to stitch wounds, but never had he seen that much blood simply flow from a mouth while the body continued to smash its victim. On one hand he had to wonder why but a higher call for survival and said run so he did so slipping into the hall and locking the door behind him.
A few others hid in the halls as well, some even blocked the doors with spare lockers, chaos continued. Those in the hall looked at one another wondering if and who was sick. Those who showed signs got locked away as well. Slowly they ventured down to the main floor again, peeking between whatever they threw together to block the door, shambling figures twisted and torn roamed the halls, the screams of horror randomly cutting through the dark silence of the dead hospital. Outside the streets burned, more cries out there then inside. Jacob watched it all, lingering in the corners, taking notes. A hand scribbling over a small note book as he watched madness take hold. Slowly it grew even in the tiny hall, someone would start to stumble, to slur, the fever didn’t even need to take hold, or had they hidden it? Quietly he retreated to a side room slipping the door shut before pushing the heavy desk in place. Whatever he did next, it would have to wait till morning. Till the last of the screams in the student clinic hopefully ended.
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