Not like the cupcakes would have lasted this long anyhow, but still... Joy Ann sighed in agreement. Whoever would have imagined that they'd be in this hell for a month with no end in sight. At least she wasn't alone alone, since she had Autumn and the other guy that was over there... What was his name again?
The pudgy brunette glanced over at Autumn, hoping the other woman would supply the young man's name, as her capacity for remembering names had sort of disappeared on a don'tthinkaboutit basis. Maybe she should work harder on that, especially since they were done cleaning apparently, and he seemed like a fellow cupcake enthusiast. Joy Ann avoided looking at Shaun, hoping her cracks weren't showing too much.
Ut oh, why was Autumn going quiet like that? That sounded like an idea pause. For all that was good and holy, why was she asking Joy Ann if she had any ideas. "Cupcakes are delicious but not really possible right now?" she offered in return, definitely not thinking of ideas. Only... "If we had applesauce, we could make a simple vegan cake... Or oil?" Her urge to stress-bake surfaced after a moment, though certainly they didn't have any applesauce. That would be crazy.
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Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Finally pushing his way past everyone, the young man managed to actually land a decent blow to the upper arm of the thing. Was that still an arm? Had to be, right?
HP: 44/50 Damage: 3 Undying HP: 22/60
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Character's name: Daryn Skylar Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Daryn Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Avatar representation
Someone mentioned something about girls in the morning, and Monica turned to face the dude, who was literally ten inches taller than her, with a glare. "Hey! What was that you said about girls?" she asked. Maybe this wasn't her best idea, but...well, it wasn't like she was gonna hear that and then ignore it!
As she spoke, though, one of its arms (???) separated them, and Monica pushed it off with a grimace. She was gonna find that dude later for sure!
Monica HP: 38/50 Damage to Undying: 1 Undying HP: 21/60
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Big eyes. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
Another hit, and it did a bit of damage. It seemed as if the Undying was slowing down...hopefully they could suppress it soon!
Character HP: 44/50 Total Damage To Undying: 19/60
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
Frustrated with the lack of anything resembling combat skill, which honestly, he had none, he pushed past whichever group member was in his way to land another decent hit to the thing.
HP: 40/50 Damage: 3 Undying HP: 16/60
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Character's name: Daryn Skylar Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Daryn Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Avatar representation
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:47 pm
[ YARD ]
After the rather disappointing shoot down from his bunkmate Lorcan made his way out into the yard. Like always the boss man was perched up high while everyone else lingered below clearly still depressed over the situation they were all in. It was easy to pretend that things were the same with the whole idea they couldn’t leave, only problem was the typical things. Even if it wasn’t entirely common knowledge it was clear that they were going to run out of food at some point. It was a shame the prison was nothing more than a minimum security, if they had something a little larger something with some sort of gardening program they would have been better off. Shame he didn’t do something a little more threatening than pick pocketing, like possibly stabbing someone but who knows where that would have left him.
At least they still had showers and some lights still buzzing about, he thought strolling through the yard not paying much attention to anyone else about. He barely even looked at the Boss who had apparently left his perch to mingle the riff-raft, looking for someone, probably some more suckers that he could send to their deaths beyond the gate or something.
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Character's name: Lorcan O'Develin Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Lorcan O DevelinView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'0" lanky build with slightly tan skin. Black curly hair on top, shaved sides, wearing old pair of black pants a size too small with a a blue shirt of sorts.
He heard a voice and had to turn, glancing down to a girl near him, giving a suave smile as he slapped the monster away with a backhand - not a very powerful one either. But before he could continue, she was gone after the thing flailed around.
Damn it! He thought to himself, glaring at it. That had almost been a moment, closest he had since being in the slammer.
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Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
One more good hit and he had to fall back. This was more energy than he usually expended, definitely more fighting than he'd done in ages. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he figured, maybe he proved himself somehow with this? Proved he was actually worth keeping around?
Weaving his way out of the crowd, he let the others continue to work on suppressing the creature while he doubled over, nearly hyperventilating at all of the action he'd just been caught up in.
HP: 38/50 Damage: 2 Undying HP: 13/60
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Character's name: Daryn Skylar Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Daryn Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Avatar representation
His next blow barely hit anything. More of a graze than anything substantial, but it seemed like the Undying was slowing down. Soon, hopefully, they'd overwhelm it and throw it outside the walls.
HP: 38/50 Damage to Undying: 1 Undying HP: 13/60
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes.
Just as he said before, it never stays quiet for long. Someone sounded the alarm for an undying in the yard. Magnus whirled around to see where the creature was. Spotting it wasn't too hard.
"Form up! Don't do anything stupid!" he barked out as he unslung the gun from his back and into his hands. A number of the others had begun to wail at the creature. They needed to knock this thing down a few pegs so that they could get it out of the perimeter.
Rushing forward, he let out a loud grunt as he thrust the blade attached to his rifle into the creature's chest before roughly ripping it out to the side. Something that should kill just about anything else. But these undying were far from normal.
"It's down. Quick. Help me get this thing the ******** out of our territory," he stated, getting the gun back over his shoulder. The Boss began to do what he could to bind the thing up in the meantime.
HP: 98 Damage; 12 Undying HP: 0
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
"Hey, watch it!" Monica spat at someone who'd shoved her in the back - although to be fair, she wasn't being the politest person right now, either. She waited a bit before coming after the guy herself, though. She had to at least appear to not be a hypocrite when she was saying things like this, right? For a few brief moments, anyway.
She realized after smacking the undying again that the boss had finally decided to join in the fray, and he'd handily cleaned up after the thing. Damn.
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Big eyes. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:57 pm
[Mess Hall] (kitchen)
"We could." Autumn nodded and then said again, "We Could!"
But yes. Getting the ingredients was the trick. "Have either of you seen any applesauce? Do you suppose there is any in the pantry? What sort of oil do we have? We also need flour, but that's good forever almost so..." She was starting to rummage around.
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Character's name: Autumn Flint Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Female, 5'8", Dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
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Well. Let's do it.
DraconicFeline
We are gonna make some sort of cake.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:59 pm
Cory stumbled in just in time (look, he'd gotten very...distracted okay.......to watch the Warden take down the undead.
He kirakira'd at the Warden because wow, so cool!!
Ignore Mocha beating the dead to death. Yeah.
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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.
Lee momentarily sent a grin to Monica in greeting between watching for openings on the part of their shared contender, replying with slight amusement as she was recollecting the discovery of her weapon now that that danger had passed while multitasking with her fighting mode directly at the presently very alarming source of mayhem that was being suppressed, "It found me I think, or was hunting me it seemed like. Be careful where you step, there might me more of them scattered about."
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Character's name: Taylee Young (Nickname: Lee) Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Civie Rank Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER +fair; +patient; -skeptical; -insecure
Black hair maintained short two inches over her shoulder, Lee prefers to keep her hair half up and half down by gathering strands of her hair over the front and middle top of her head starting where her hairline meets her forehead and then braiding it back and down to secure towards the end. Her skin tone and eyes were both a light brown and she stood at 5'5" with a lean athletic build short of disguising her womanly frame.
