Cerise had once had a boyfriend who had loved horror movies. Everything, from the classics like Dracula and Frankenstein to the new CGI messes that were less about story and more about shock value. She had never liked them. They all seemed exactly the same, varying only in the amount of fake blood and severed prosthetic limbs and makeup.
Off and on throughout the past month, Cerise had wondered if she should have paid closer attention to them. Maybe they would have given her some good tips on how to survive her own real-life survival film. She wondered, too, if that ex-boyfriend was still alive.
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Character's name: Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:49 pm
Shard slowly pulled herself out of another nightmare. This one wasn't even entertainingly scary... she had plenty of that while awake.
Glancing to her left and right, she thankfully noticed that nothing had changed. Just another day after Day Zero. She looked at the marks she had been making on the wall and... she blinked... has she been here a whole month? It seemed almost inconceivable, but the world she knew had receded into a whole new sequence of days and nights, rights and wrongs, duties and responsibilities.
She thought of the others she had met in that time and how they were treating this. Most weren't treating this as seriously as it should be... and for the last month, she hadn't either. She had seen it as little more than an extended camping trip... or military exercise to teach her how to 'live off the land'.
Plus, of course, the everpresent menace of the Zeds...
Well, she thought, today will be different... Time to start taking this event seriously...
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Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
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[ MALL ] As Sereva opened her eyes her body ached, the sense of going on another day almost was too much for her. It had already been a month and society seemed to crumble with every new second that she went on. Sitting up slowly the young woman placed her arms atop of her knees. Staring blankly in front of her, at the cold tiled mall flooring that covered most of the area. She hadn't quit yet and she wasn't about too either. Pushing up off of the floor she let out a breath, telling a sense of regret or relief that she was still alive. Her mind started racing with things that needed to be done, if her body wasn't going to give out on her she was going to have to put it to good use. Or else watch her mind crumble with the rest of the world.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:59 pm
Prison: Isaac:
He woke up sweating.
Another nightmare plagued his dreams, but the boy shook it off quickly with a soft exhale. A month. A whole month and, somehow, he had lived through it all. He existed, still, and was left to become a ball of tension and uncertainty. Where would he be tomorrow? The new day? When would a corpse take him down? He dragged himself from the bed as the thoughts rumbled through his brain. He would die, someday, and he was sure it wouldn't be the way he wanted. The End was here, and humanity was losing their chance to seize back their lives. Did they ever had a chance? How do you fight an army that grew with each death?
You don't.
The last thing Isaac allowed himself to ponder over was whether or not his brother was still alive. Tossing the thought aside, he focused on the one thing that could keep him sane; finding a way to survive.
OCC:// I am so sorry I forgot to post here first! I fully intended to and then became entirely distracted by the main ORP.
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Character's name: Isaac Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Tan, lanky. 5'7. Has dark black hair that almost looks blue, and is curled. Intense yellow-ish eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:13 pm
[ENTER] | Sunny Day - Mall
The days blurred together all the same. They just went faster when you had a purpose. That's how it felt for Sunny at least: being part of something and contribution to the group that was her new "home." It was suitable to call it one, she thought. Better than having no place to call home.
Sunny struggled to get up as usual when it came to the initial waking up. Though not luxurious, and no matter how make-shift it was, a bed was still a bed.
The lack of showers available in the mall made it rather miserable to live in, but she found pleasure setting up in Teavana. Depending on what tin she decided to mess with that day, the place could smell like it was filled with fruit or a chocolate-banana waterfall was seeping through the roof.
The place could smell great, but Sunny typically didn't, what with the lack of showers and all. Groggy, she began opening a tin under "WHITE" labeled "Very Berry." Sunny reached in for a handful of leaves to rub on herself and stuff into nooks and crannies on her person before beginning the day. However, a bulky object filled her hand instead. Rather unusual.
Retrieving her hand from the tin, Sunny looked to find a radio. Her heart raced in surprise. What a find! She pondered what to do: report to our faction superiors? Hide it? Maybe try it herself a bit first? Did it even work?
Sunny squeezed her treasure again to make sure it was real. It didn't break, disappear, or shatter into dust. Excited, she hid it on her person and tried to act normal before leaving for her daily chores.
[EXIT]
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Currently wearing uniform: buck headband + striped tights.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:15 pm
Apartments
Guin sat in her room, looking out the window, her umbrella leaning on the wall nearby. Since what they called 'day zero' the sky disappeared. Almost everything was burned or in ruins. She knew that it was through luck that she still had her home. If she could call still call it that.
She looked over at the books on her desk, now a mess with a thin coat of dust over them. Her hopes... her dreams had died that fateful day. Guin had tried to help with what she had learned so far, but there was not much she could do for the infected. All she wanted to help were those around her.
In her hand she held her key card. It was the means to her safety and she was guarding it with her life. If not for her own safety, it was for those around her. If someone else managed to get in... It could kill everyone else.
Part of her wanted to push on as hard as she could... Maybe they would find a cure? Maybe she could find one? Who knew.The odds seemed to be against their survival...
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Character's name: Guinevere Fae Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Guin has wavy brown hair with a tone lighter natural highlights. Mostly due to sun damage while jogging. She's of average height and prefers comfortable clothes over fashionable. Dark brown eyes with glasses (she's not horribly blind, but needs them to see a distance).
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:23 pm
Prison
It was beginning to wear on her. Not much, not as much as she would have imagined if someone had told her 3 months ago that this was going to happen.
She'd never been one to think much about the what ifs of the world ending. Never one to plan or daydream. Autumn Flint has simply assumed that she would never see it; things like that happened in the movies.
But here she was, staring up at the dull grey sky, glancing over the new foliage that sprang up in the wake of everything. Odd, that. Maybe the earth just couldn't wait to reclaim what humanity had messed up.
Autumn shook her head. She wasn't going to dwell on it today. A few days in the beginning had been spent in a numb sort of shock, but Autumn was over that now. She didn't have time for silly things like that. No. She had a life to be living, until this blasted world finally took it from her.
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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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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:24 pm
[Prison]
It has been one month. Yeah, surprisingly enough, she has been keeping track. Lee did not know what exactly she was feeling right now. It was sort of like she was not feeling anything in particular anymore. Perhaps a jumbled mess would be a close description to the state of her mind, but it could possibly be equally inaccurate maybe. She stretched her arms as she stood in place within her room, her prison cell to be exact; a space that has been home to her for one month now. What will happen from here? Would anything change soon as she has been hoping it would?
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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.
A month had passed since everything had gone dark. Durza had taken a while to get used to the new terms of life with his faction. Sure he was quite depressed but he was doing his best to get over his guilt of being the only one to make it of his group. He'd gotten an apartment room that was clean and moved his five bags of coffee beans there, a bean on a slow morning was a great thing.
It was a good morning, this one. Durza had his umbrella secured to his belt and headed out to greet the day.
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Character's name: Durza Morann Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar Character's survival stats:gaia_kittenstar BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:gaia_kittenstar
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:34 pm
[PRISON]
Jacob woke up to the same sounds he always did, bars slamming, rolling grates, the sound of people milling about right outside his door making him feel like he hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep.
The rumors had started to float around that things where coming to a close, that in seven days they might just might escape this hell hole. The problem was food and water was nearly non-existent and Doctor or not everyone knew most water supplies short of bottled where poison at this point. Shower water was only good for cleaning, at least they had that going for them. But drink it? No way, you ran too much risk with that.
Slowly Jacob sat up reaching for the small box sitting on the ledge beside his bed only one more crumpled up smoke left. He groaned softly as he pocketed the single relief he had and got up to start another day, hopefully one of the last.
Matilda sat up in her bed, staring out the window and giving a sigh at the overcast sky. Had it really been a month already? It felt like only yesterday, she had been crying hysterically on her own on top of the roof of her previous occupational location. It had long since been lost, hardly being considered a maintainable building in the world's current state.
Pulling herself away from the comfort of her dingy blankets that had been rationed out since her arrival at Emerston University, the woman began her morning routine of stretching, sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks before her run around the campus' gym. It was funny how exercise, and the presence of others, were the only things keeping her grounded at the moment. She couldn't falter, though. She was a teacher, so she needed to set a good example and inspire others. That meant staying fit and staying calm.
And taking each day one step at a time, no matter how much she wanted to cry.
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Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher.
Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:58 pm
[ apartments ]
No wifi. No phones. No computer. No hot meals save for what she scraped from the mysterious chef. No good showers. No safe water.
But, consider: no wounds, no danger. Well, low key. Better than high key. Fantasia was no optimist, but that was close enough--all she had, really. Because the more she wandered the apartment halls and the more she merely existed in a crowd of rather lively characters, the more she began to wonder: what was the point? Why bother waiting? What was going to be promised outside of the chance of salvation if everyone was already dead?
She cradled her photos close and rocked in her little corner until the day forced her out again.
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect
He shared a cell with Bing and as he woke up he realized that his cellmate wasn't there. He frowned, wondering where the older man had gotten off to. He was his one ally there, the one man he could trust, and Benji didn't feel comfortable not knowing were Bing was.
As he went through his morning rituals Benji wondered where his father was. Where the other members of the mafia were, and if they were even alive. If his father was dead that would make him the head of the mafia, if there was any members besides him and Bing that was. So far he hadn't heard from his father, and he lost hope more and more each day.
With a sigh he headed out towards the yard, towards where he imagined Bing would be. It was a new day, but he still had the same kinda things to do.
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Character's name: Benjamin Sartosa Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Benjamin SartosaView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERBenji is of albino complexion with a lot of tattoos and pretty well built. He's the son of a mob boss.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:06 pm
[University]
It had been, he thought abruptly, one month and he had still never graded those papers. But, with the world coming down in infected flames, was there really a point anymore? If it was just him, he'd have gone long, long ago - there were students here, though, and he wanted to help protect them. They were the brightest hope of the future, if any of them could learn to string together a ******** 5 page paper.
He rubbed his eyes and stood, feeling the bristles of his beards scrape his hands. Harvard missed being able to regularly shave; he was the kind of guy who had a strict morning routine. Of course, now that routine had been turned upside down. Groaning, he pulled on a shirt. Time to go out and about and maybe die - it was all a waiting game, after all.
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:06 pm
[Mall]
As consciousness stirred within her, Ellie gives a unhappy sleepy mumble... Sleeping up right in a chair that didn't even recline wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep. But, it was better then just laying on the dirty carpet...
As she slowly awoke, the shy brown haired girl begins to hear the voices of her 'bunk' mates. Other Barnes and Noble employees that had decided to stick together. Curious about what all the fuss was about, she finally opens her eyes fully and looks at them blearily. "Whats going on...?" she asks sleepily as she sits forwards and rubs her eyes.
"Ah Ellie! Good morning! There's been some good news!" the store manager exclaims jovially! With curiosity really piqued now, she rubs the last of the sleep from her eyes before looking at him attentively. "Guy found the janitor's keys! He's unlocked most of the stores! Plus, has put a rank system in place based on costume and token count! You better go grab something while you can Ellie." the friendly manager explains happily. Blinking sleepily, Ellie smiles softly at the information. That was good news! "Now, the best part is... We might be saved in seven days! We just need to survive a little longer everybody!" the manager announces excitedly which rouses Ellie completely and elicts cheers from the other employees!
They might be saved in seven days!? That was wonderful news! Now fully awake, Ellie gets up and cheers a bit herself. She knew something was up! She knew this day would be better then the blury rest of them! She could feel it from the moment she woke up!
Finally, once the excitement died down, her bunk mates announced they were going to find their own place. "What are you going to do Ellie? Stay here?" the manager asks, though he already knew the answer. Nodding, she smiles softly at him and lays a gently clutched fist on her chest. "Y-yes... This had become my... Home..." she says softly and receives a approving nod from a man who had become a sort of adoptive father to her. "I thought as much... Well, you be careful you hear? And if you need any help fixing up the place just ask us!" he says tenderly before making his exit.
For a long moment she just stood there... It was a lot quieter with just her here... Still... This place was her's now! The thought cheered her up and as she got ready for the day she happened to look at the Calendar she'd been keeping. Eyes widen as she checks the date. "O-oh my gosh! Has it really been a month!?" she exclaims in surprise. Once the shock of how long it had been wore off, she marks seven days from today, grabs her red messenger bag, and heads off.
She needed to get her Costume. And, she needed to survive just seven more days... It was time to scavenge!
Character's name: Matilda Baer
