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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:54 pm
 ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Grayson (Is this his first name? You tell him.)
Minis account name: random artist
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Employment: Car Mechanic
Faction: 3 - Apartments
Character description:
history: He comes from humble origins, with small town origins. He's an easy-going male, with a penchant for taking things apart and fixing them. He did originally apply to engineering and took two years in it but due to financial circumstances, he became a mechanic instead.
personality: He is energetic & optimistic, with an aura of being knowledgable about the world. He is always willing to lend a helping hand, despite geting his hands dirty, whether it's chasing down a pick pocket or rolling in the dirt to find your contacts. He isn't afraid of confrontation, jumping into the fray. This often overlaps with his meddling tendencies, and can often lead to trouble, despite his good intent. However, he has an incorrigible character and tends despises the wealthier upper class. He is ruthless and vengeful to an extent, despite his compassionate nature.
description: sandy blond hair, dresses a little dirty because nice clothes get ruined, muscular build,
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
He had been working in the apartment building's garage downstairs, when the garage door suddenly opened. It was late and he was working on his own motorcycle, when the electricity vanished. It was a personal project and the apartment manager didn't mind, as long as the garage was left clean and the noise level was down. Turning on the flashlight that was in his tool kit, he saw a person's silhouette. He put down his tools, squinting at the unrecognizable black figure.
"Sorry, garage security isn't here." Security shift change was due in fifteen minutes, so there was no reason someone should accidentally be coming in. Another person joined them? He squinted, trying to make out the silhouettes right outside of the shop. But before he realized it, one ran up to the other, with alarming vengeance. Grayson was used to these fights - but something told him that this wasn't a normal fight, that he should run. Perhaps it was the way the body took the hits, without resistance .. Or was it the way that blood seemed to abnormally spill from his mouth like no tomorrow.
As he ran out of the apartment's garage, in a few steps, he realized that the entire street was taken over. With the infection he heard about? He didn't know - and he didn't care to find out. There were too much outside, he didn't have time to figure out if there was anybody he could help. Immediately, the lever was pulled to close the garage door, the door closing alarmingly slow, as Grayson prayed for it to close faster.
He slammed the desks against he garage door before it fully closed, creating a barricade. When the final slam of metal against concrete sounded, he realized he was in the mechanic garage completely alone. He would have to wait until morning, from the small slivers under the garage door. His back against his motorcycle, he took deep breathes. Nothing should get through that garage .. but perhaps he would stay up for a little while more just in case.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:31 pm
 ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Matilda Baer
Minis account name: Myouki
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Employment: English Teacher
Faction: 1 - University
Character description:
Description:5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, green narrow eyes.
Skills: Teaching, Speech, Martial Arts, Running.
+ Eloquent: being an English professor, Matilda's able to vocalize herself well, even in front of a group. She also isn't afriad to speak her mind.
+ Hard-working: Matilda knows that the best job is a job done right. She doesn't cut corners, always puts her all into a task, and isn't afraid to get down and dirty.
+ Resourceful: If something doesn't work, Matilda finds a way to make it work. She can't let anyone get the better of her, else she'll lose any credibility as a teaching figure.
+ Trained: If you mess with Matilda, she'll lay you out. She's dabbled in plenty of offensive and defensive arts and jogs in the morning on the weekends, so she's capable of holding her own in a fight or running away from one quickly.
- Pessimistic: Matilda always sees the worst in a bad situation and tends to be a Debbie downer when things go sour.
- Strict: Matilda projects her expectations of herself, which are pretty high, onto other people and gets angry when people don't match up to those expectations. She doesn't want to hear excuses, she only wants to see action.
- Emotional under stress: She can usually hold it in around others, but if she's alone Matilda will be a nervous wreck.
- Holds grudges: If you do something to wrong Matilda, don't expect forgiveness. Actions speak louder than words, and she takes actions to heart.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
This day couldn't possibly get any worse.
First, her alarm clock hadn't gone off. This had prompted Matilda into hasty preparations. She couldn't be late, no matter what. Tardiness was inexcusable. Traffic had been absolute chaos. Something about a major accident. Only her knowledge of back roads had gotten her to school before the rest of her students arrived to class.
It would have been fine there if so many students hadn't forgotten their homework from the previous day. One even tried to use the pathetic excuse that their 'dog ate it', trying to argue that it wasn't their fault. They'd all gotten F's, of course. No homework was no homework. No one else was allowed to slack, so neither could they.
After all her classes were done, there was another mandatory staff meeting. These were just sorry excuses for complaints about students, hours, pay, and various other trivialities. It made Matilda sick to her stomach that grown men and women could whine so much.
Whatever happened to work smarter and harder?
Afterwards, she'd been stuck in her classroom grading papers that she'd collected throughout the day. Finishing the last grading comments, Matilda knew it was getting late when she turned her eyes to the clock resting on the far wall. Ten at night. Organizing the papers into a neat stack, she tucked them away just as she heard a scream outside. Probably some kids that had gone out partying and got a little tipsy.
Honestly, haven't these kids heard of curfew? Or restraint?
Poking her head out the window, Matilda immediately knew something was wrong. For one, there was blood on the sidewalk leading past the Languages building where she currently was. Two, it appeared that one of her students was being attacked on that same sidewalk by a group of people! Turning to make a call to campus security, the lights flickered before cutting out abruptly. This allowed Matilda to notice an orange glow coming from the window. Looking out once more, it was coming from the nearby city. It was on fire! Gazing back down, she noticed the group had dispersed, leaving behind a mangled body that had once been her student. Before she could do more than cover her mouth, the body began twitching. Then writhing. Finally, it stood up, pale and grisly. It let out a hideous low moan. A zombie's moan.
One that Matilda could also hear downstairs.
Not bothering to think, Matilda ran for the door. She couldn't leave downstairs. She'd be mobbed. That meant finding higher ground. The roof. Running up the stairs, Matilda slammed the door shut behind her and began piling boxes up to block it. Sliding down on the other side of the blocked door, Matilda kept her ears perked for a human voice.
"This day couldn't possibly get any worse," she cried as she put her face into her hands.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:37 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Häagendazs St. Pierre (Dazs)
Minis account name: tunacan
Age: 15
Gender: male
Employment: n/a
Faction: 3 - Apartments or 4 - Mall (whichever needs more)
Character description:
Häagendazs kind of hates his name, but his brother Giuseppe doesn't have it any better off, and that kind of makes it okay. He doesn't really understand his mom, or his brother, but he gets along with them anyway. Mostly. Dazs is a rebel without a cause, determined to be kind of angry at 'the system' and any representation of it. And that would be fine, if he were educated enough to know what he was rebelling against. But he's only 15, so he doesn't. He's a loud voice among many, unsure of what he's fighting against, only knowing that he wants to fight.
But he finds himself a calm space within art. He paints, great, detailed things in oils - reminiscent of Renaissance greats. And he tags, sneaking around corners and scaling high places to leave his mark on the world. Of course, art supplies are expensive and he doesn't exactly have a job beyond high school, so Dazs resorts to petty thievery: pick-pocketing, basic breaking and entering (he's always surprised at how many people just leave money lying around). He hasn't been caught yet, but it's only a matter of time. But Dazs isn't thinking past his next painting, past the art that itches to come out of his fingers.
Traits: rebel without a cause, creative, quick thinker, rude
Description: Sometimes shaves designs into his fade. Big thick rimmed plastic black glasses. Dark brown skin and brown eyes so pretty and a big a** shiny white smile - he got the sparkle. Wears cheap, but brightly colored clothing, usually covered in various paint stains. Skinny, short kid, but he's still growing. x
Skills: oil painting, tagging, b&e, lock-picking (petty theft funding an art habit oh dear)
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Dazs was supposed to take the trash out at 9:30pm sharp every other day. His mom insisted on it, but his mom wasn't home right now, so maybe Dazs got a little caught up in painting. In his room (with all the windows open, because no one liked dying of paint thinner fumes), Dazs tried to paint in oils classical scenes. He'd thought about getting the symbol for the golden ratio, phi, tattooed once his mom let him. Maybe if he begged a little harder. Later, Dazs thought, he'd sneak out and finish spray-painting under the bridge. It was a colorful, dramatic thing, a collaboration. The differences in art styles pleased him. And it was fun to go out and paint it again after the cops had their art painted back over. A transient type of art form, he thought nodding sagely. Stickin' it to the man. And then, unpredictably as black-outs often were, the lights went out.
For a while, Dazs simply groaned and attempted to paint by candle light before abandoning it in lieu of sitting around boredly. And then came the thuds, the screams outside, the car alarms, the gurgles he heard through open windows. Suddenly, he was very, very glad he was not on the bottom floor. Something hit his window screen with a thunk. He jerked back in surprise, cursing. The ********. Of course his mom wasn't home now, went s**t was going down. Skittering through the apartment, he shoved some things into a backpack and opened the door, determined to go find his stupid parent, or his brother or anyone. He made it down a floor before encountering anyone at all. But there was someone and they way they moved... wasn't right. They lurched forward, towards Haagendazs and he booked it. There was something very very wrong tonight. He skidded around a corner, acutely aware of the hole in his sneakers. Looking around wildly, he ducked into the maintenance closet. His heart felt like it was going to thump out of his chest.
As he shoved the door closed behind him, a thought floated through his head, sparking an incredulous laugh. Yeah, his mom was gonna be excited. This was exactly like a zombie movie.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 9:01 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Mina Cecilia Phillips
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Minis account name: BritaLee
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Employment: College Student - Studying Fashion
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
+ Gentle
+ Optimistic
- Sensitive
- Naive
Long and wavy brown hair worn in a loose braid over her shoulder. Lidded bedroom eyes, honey in colour. 5'8" tall. Slim, thin build, long limbs. Mori style clothing.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Mina had been in line to get a late night coffee when the power went out. Something so inconvenient would have been easily laughed off. Normally. But the unease in the Starbucks was getting to her. Mina had a tendency to be heavily influenced by shifts in mood around her. Their paranoia was making her scared, and uncomfortable. So she decided to leave.
But the streets proved no better.
An hour had passed, and Mina was running for her life. A drooling, broken looking man had tried to grab her. He was covered in blood, and he smelled of rot. She ran with a rabbit heart beating terrified in her chest. Her arms were kept close to her body as she clutched the strap of her book bag. She needed a safe place to hide. But as she ran past bloody encounters, one after the other, she had to wonder...
Was no place safe?
Was this the disaster the news had been warning people about?
. . . Would she live to see another day?
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 9:23 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Fantasia Moore
Minis account name: Mediciner
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Employment: Sophomore student (occasional pilferer, seller of weed, and procurer of test answers for the open walleted and unfortunate)
Faction: 3 (Apartments)
Character description:
(+) self-sufficient/independent/self-confident
(+) decisive/rational
(~) cautious/suspicious of others
(~) mild to moderate dissociation under pressure
(-) opportunistic/flimsy morals
(-) negative nancy in general
dreads? dreads. athletic build from years of tai chi, various sports, and other self defense classes, but thighs for forever. loves candy and usually has a lollipop or will smack gum if she can get her hands on any; really enjoys chewing other things like toothpicks as well, sometimes cigarettes if she swipes them from her dad. 5 feetish even.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
Of course the power goes out when she wants to start on that ten page essay due tomorrow. Of course. Well ******** you too, God. This wasn’t exactly going to motivate her into abandoning her procrastinating ways. Did she hit save earlier? She swore she did, but this computer was as old as her grandma, so she still might be screwed either way…Smacking the computer to vent some anger, Fantasia got to her feet and decided to go raid the fridge for some comfort food. Get some ice cream in just in case the outage lasted longer than a couple of hours. Or at least, that had been the plan before she heard the screaming.
Wasn’t her family; Dad was on a night shift, which she thought would have been a good sign for actually doing a little work tonight since he wouldn't be riding her a** about video games before homework. Neighbors having a party? No, she realized, it was starting to sound less like a good time and more…Ah, hell. There’s a fire. Not again, God damn, she swore if Rico was being a shithead again—
Something hit the front door. She froze. Someone hit the front door, judging by the scream for help. Rico hit the front door, once she checked through the window. Rico and a fantastically hungry fellow judging by the blood now spraying everywhere as the most violent hug commenced on her doorstep.
Eerily calm, Fantasia stepped away and turned to check the back door, scooping globs of Chapman’s Gluten and Peanut Free Vanilla into her mouth with a slightly trembling hand. Nothing. Alright. Probably best to stay in the house until this…whatever thing burned itself out.
Something crashed through the window she had just peered through at the front.
Probably best not to stay in the house until this whatever thing burned itself out.
Hands trembling a little more now, Fantasia grabbed her keys and hit the pavement, somehow managing not to be overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of what was quickly appearing to be the end times in her backyard. “You’ve gotta be super shitting me,” she hissed under her breath.
Priorities: hide, hide, get a breather, hide, hide. And eat some damn ice cream to stress relieve before it all melted.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 9:56 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Arran Brody
Minis account name: poke mattix
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Employment: Mechanic
Faction: Apartments
Character description:
[ + ] Easy going: Arran is a chill guy. He's not worried about anything in the slightest, and is happy to just go with whatever is happening. You'd be hard pressed to rile this guy up.
[ + ] Resourceful: He knows how to use the tools he has at hand to get a job done, and if not, he's pretty good with using tools that aren't meant for the job to solve a problem.
[ - ] Aloof: The problem with being so chill, is that there are times you really need to care about what is happening around you. And perhaps, you know, Get your a** moving before you get eaten by zombies.
[ - ] Lazy: He may know how to get s**t done, but thats only when he feels like getting s**t done. Other times, he couldn't be arsed.
Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Arran was not aware of when the lights first went out, nor when the annoyed exclamations of people at the loss of power changed into frantic cries for help and then terrified screaming as everything was quickly going to buggery. Nor was he actually aware of the first few shambling hoards of infected moving about the apartment complex for their latest victim.
This was because, even with all the chaos about, Arran was still asleep.
With some mumbled words he shifted in his sleep, a snore escaping him while everything just got worse and worse. Eventually he did stir, a sleepy eye opening at the loud and insistent banging at his apartment door.
"Alright, alright I'm coming..." Arran dragged his body out of bed, shuffled to the door, and opened it.
Only to jump back as the door caved in, a mass of rotting human flesh reaching out to him. He was also aware of the many human screams, and the stench of blood and death.
...Whelp, the door was blocked, so he did the only logical thing, and made a beeline for the window, only realizing that he was three floor's up.
This was gonna be a problem.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:07 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO -- --Character Name: Mason 'Sling' Shaw
--Minis account name: nothingyet
--Age: 22
--Gender: male
--Employment: ain't
--Faction: 3 - Apartments
--Character description:
--+ enthusiastic
--+ endlessly optimistic
--+ mechanically-inclined
--+ friendly
--- easily distracted
--- rambly
--- naive
--- risky
Sling comes from a town in the Carolinas so small it's hardly even called a town. If you're one of the northern folk who knows there's more than one Carolina, you might as well just pick your best guess - by the time you ask which one, he's most likely hitched a ride on another train of thought.
Which is exactly how he got up to these parts. Well, not trains so much. Okay, no trains hitched at all. He drove til his car gave out (rest the good ol girl's soul), then walked a good little ways, then hitched on up to the border. He'd planned on going out to California, but no one was heading that way when he was asking, so he took what he could get. Same went for living arrangements, which was working out pretty fine til the fella whose couch he was borrowing didn't turn up for supper.
Back home he was a mudslinging champion, which was how he got his name. Couldn't hardly keep the girls off of him, but he's too much of a gentleman to let that sorta thing fly. There's not a lick of truth in that claim about the girls, but that's still how he tells it, always with a wink and a heaping helping of sweet Southern charm.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"Aw hell."
Mama told him there'd be days like this. Always went something like 'the end of days a-comin' Looord take me take me Jesus up in heaven', and can't anyone do nothing to stop it. He hadn't ever planned to--not really--and that wasn't why he'd up and left neither, but the timing was a bit grand, considering.
He sure as s**t wasn't gonna call her up and tell her she's right though. Even if he wanted to, the phone was busted all to s**t.
There weren't a hell of a lot of options when you'd just slammed the door in some zombie's face, after you'd opened it with the guess that the weird bumping and scratching was just one real hungover roommate. Especially when all the noises didn't stop, which got him to thinking that he was gonna need a way out of here faster than a jackrabbit with a hound on its a**. He wished his only problem was a hunting dog right now. Dogs were easy to handle, but zombies, no sir. Can't reason with no zombie. Everyone knew that.
Might better keep himself from being too foolish, he thought, and the best way of doing that was right here in front of him. He popped off the cap of a cold bottle of beer with the edge of the table and kicked his feet up, helping himself to a generous first swig.
Anyone could tell you that's the best start for game hunting, and the season was officially on.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:35 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Adelaide St. Pierre (Mother to Seu's Giuseppe G-man and Semba's Häagendazs Dazs)
Minis account name: Mediciner
Age: 51
Gender: Female
Employment: Private Tutor (both high school and college level English); calls herself a writer but honestly has done mostly fanfiction in her spare time and has yet to publish
Faction: I can work in a reason for any place! (just not apartments due to other character being there)
Character description:
(+) Gung ho/Courageous
(+) Compassionate
(~) A little too happy that there's finally a zombie apocalypse going down (obnoxiously genre savvy for better or for worse)
(~) Irreverent
(-) Short tempered
(-) Opinionated/Stubborn/Believes she is always in the right
slightly tanned skin, wispy pale hair with signs of aging partially tied back in a braid. pale eyes and hawkish features. 5'6", average build if more on the thin side.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Adelaide had been accused of a lot of things in her life. Did she have any relation to legendary Canadian wrestler Georges St-Pierre and, if so, why was her eldest son claiming he was his dad despite the man needing to have been 7 years old for conception? Had she been high both times she gave birth? (And had someone ever fulfilled her request for Häagendazs ice cream afterwards?) Was there really a novel in the works, or was her computer just infested with Rickyl and Shick smut, among other things? But nobody, nobody had ever accused Adelaide St. Pierre of being unprepared for whatever she set her mind to—not for a general work day and certainly not for something like the chaos unfolding around them. After all, she had been convinced for quite some time that an apocalypse was bound to happen.
And now, watching it actually happen…fires and screaming and terror and all? The older woman had to take it all in for a moment, torn into two distinct emotions: fear, of course, but also a sick, sick joy. For being right. For being ready.
No, three emotions: her sons owed her some damn money now.
Unable to help herself, Adelaide grinned as she began to pick her way through the mess as delicately as she could, well aware that the initial onslaught of what she was sure was a zombie apocalypse (strengthened by what she heard from passerby) was a sensitive time. Culling the herd, lots of running around, and a time to decide her direction; the faster she figured out where resources were, the better. Her boys could be anywhere, but she wasn’t as concerned as a mother might be; after all, they’d spent most of their lives being bored by her various elaborate plans. It really was a shame she hadn’t invested in a bunker…
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 12:18 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Ashton Blackwell
Minis account name: DreamsRemorse
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
Physical Appearance: A bit short for his age, only around 5'5" Ashton isn't all that stand out really. Dirty blond hair falling into his right eye as it's brushed just a bit more to the right side. Greyish blue eyes and fair skin, he really doesn't tan at all, he tends to dress in what is comfortable rather than fashionable (though most of the time it seems to be that what is comfortable is fashionable as well).
Positive:
Calm: Ashton doesn't like to get his feathers ruffled and is perhaps, to some anyway, lazy. It's not that he'd lazy though but it's that he doesn't get excited and rush about doing things. He's hard to excite really, the only ones to see him get excited are in fact his family. Ash, as some call him, is the sort to do things at his own pace unless it needs to get done right away. for things which don't need to get done right away he will get them done, eventually, and it'll all be done right and perhaps even exceed expectations.
Deliberate/Purpose: Everything he does has a purpose. He doesn't like to waste his time nor energy doing things which don't need to be done. This isn't to say he won't put in extra effort if he deems it needed, but that's because he deems it necessary. If it's not a need, deemed so by himself or others, he won't put out the effort and waste his own personal resources. So don't expect him to offer to do something over the top, out of his way, or anything else for you. It simply isn't him. This means however that anything he does...he does for a reason, whether you see/know it or not - there is a purpose.
Negative:
Distance: It's not that he's uncaring but rather he doesn't get attached to things, or people, because that can cause drama and he dislikes drama in his life. he likes to keep his life peaceful and easy going. So he'd good at distancing himself from things. He doesn't carry baggage from work, or class, with him at all. The same applies to people in that he will listen to their problems but he won't get himself involved more than need be, he doesn't want to get tangled up in such things.
Realistic: Perhaps a good trait at times it is also a negative one at others. Ashton sees things for what they are and doesn't believe in sugar coating them, for himself or others. The rose tinted glasses vanished a long time ago and he is accepting of the world around him. he's not always negative, he likes to try and have hope and be positive, but he will always point out the most realistic ways things are/will be and it can cause issues with people as he tends to burst bubbles and kill joy (or as his little sister puts it "You just killed my happy thought").
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: (( This is your DAY ZERO entry prompt. Please write 100 - 500 words (shortish) to the prompt below and respond to it (delete this part and only write the prompt):
It wasn't a night unlike any other, or at least that's how it started, Ashton had been stepping out of his dorm building with a few books tucked up under his left arm. He'd borrowed the books the other day from the campus library to use for a paper due at the end of the week, already the professor had assigned a paper, and the three books under his arm had proved useful but they had served their purpose and the rest of his informational help had come via the internet, oh the glories of the internet and the marvelous thing that was google. Thankfully the professor had decided only three sources cited had to be from actually books, the sort of thing with printed upon papers which were bound together (he did wonder if some people had ever cracked open a book outside of a school setting).
The library proper, as he tended to call it to himself, was closed by the lobby was open where notices could be posted and a drop box was for people dropping things off when the library itself was closed. Pulling open the door he stepped into the dimly lit lobby and made his way to the slot that was labeled books, the one to the right of it was labeled videos and cd's; who listened to cd's anymore? Shaking his head as he slipped one book followed by another and than the last into the slot he turned and headed back out the lobby just as the lights went out...that was odd. The lobby always had it's lights on in case people were up late doing papers and decided to drop off books they were done using, like he'd just done. There had been no flickering which had lead up to it, no indication of a burnt out light tube, and it wasn't just one light but all of them in the lobby. "That's...odd." And not good. It didn't sit well with him at all and he hurried back to his dorm intent on seeing if anyone had a clue what was going on. But as he looked about the campus' expansive grounds he noted the absence of light, even the parking lot lights were out. "Really not good." He whispered to himself, somehow it felt wrong to break the sudden eerie feeling by raising his voice above a whisper.
As he moved down the path toward the dorm building he fished his cell phone from his back pocket and unlocking the screen tried to access the schools website, or more importantly the social media site for the university, and see what people were talking about. But it seemed he was unable to gain access to the internet. "Ok...really not good." No, this was really wrong feeling now and he didn't like it. Stopping in his tracks he looked around as he was sure he'd just heard something...but what? Tilting his head, brushing his hair from his face and tucking it behind his ears, he heard it again - a scream. Something high and defiantly female. Soon after he heard more screams split the air and than he saw people that were running. He heard people shouting and names being called as the sounds from the not so far off dorm buildings hit his ears and deciding it was best to beat the incoming swarm of people he turned and took off deciding it might be best to get off campus. It was like a small, enclosed, community and whatever was going on wasn't good and it would be best to leave the little community - right?
An hour later and he'd decided that leaving the campus was a good thing but what had happened there wasn't isolated to just there. Watching as what he was sure, by now, was a zombie brought a screaming man to the ground. They were a goner he thought to himself just as he managed to skirt being grabbed himself, he was not interested in joining the undead - nope. He'd heard about something going on somewhere but hadn't really looked into it, maybe he should have? He was sure he'd heard whispers in class the day before about something like this. Maybe if he headed back to campus he'd be safe? Everyone driven away from there and the place empty now? Where the food went the predators, or in this case zombies, went? Deciding that might just be an idea he turned and took off toward the campus he'd run from only an hour ago.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 6:35 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Kara Chen
Minis account name: melodine
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Employment: Sales Associate / Aspiring Singer
Faction: 3 / 4
Character description: Kara has always been a bit of a troublemaker as a kid, made worse by the fact that she felt aimless in life. She enrolled in a university just to make her parents happy, but eventually dropped out because she finally realized that she wanted to be a singer. However, this dream has proved a little difficult to follow, and Kara had no choice but to apply for a job at the mall just to make ends meet.
Kara has dark brown, shoulder-length hair. Slightly tanned, she also wears eyeliner regularly and normally sports black clothing.
Ref
(+) Determined
(+) Straightforward
(-) Aloof
(-) Impatient
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
This had to be a joke.
Kara Chen narrowed her eyes and pulled her jacket around herself, fumbling in her pocket for her phone. She was hoping that the screen would light up and produce some light in this hell; was Delta so far gone to s**t that they couldn't even keep up the power? It was further proof that she couldn't stay any longer, as soon as she managed to scavenge up enough money--
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sounds of panic all around her, and she finally raised her eyes from her now defunct phone to spot a crazed maniac beating up a poor man who could do nothing to defend himself.
Kara had gotten into her fair share of fights (she didn't like being thought of as a pushover), but this was different. There was a glint in his eyes that signalled that he was too far gone, and her first reaction was to run.
She cursed under her breath as she ran. "s**t. s**t s**t s**t."
She had never thought too highly of the city she grew up in, but she had never imagined this happening. This was truly a hell, and everywhere she looked, she saw more of those insane psychos.
She ran into the first open door she saw and bolted the door. It was only when she was desperately pushing whatever she could find that was heavy enough towards the door that she realized something.
She was never going to get out of Delta, was she?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 6:49 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Sylvi Ravnholt
Minis account name: Quirm
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Employment: Hairdresser
Faction:
Character description:
+ sensible
+ calm
- guarded
- cautious
dry humoured and athletic, in Canada on a work permit (originally from Denmark, but accent sounds more mixed british than stereotypical danish)
Physical: Indian, toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Crazy. Everything had gone crazy. Sylvi lit a cigarette, fumbling with the pack and the lighter. Her hands were shaking, slightly, but the panic had yet to set in. Or maybe it had and she just hadn't noticed, had gone straight to shock. She considered this, puffing a few times at the cigarette. Probably shouldn't have lit one, on second thought - could it draw those things to her? It was a possibility, true, and with her mouth turning down at the corners she snuffed it and put it back in the pack. No reason to waste any, she figured - if this really was the zombie apocalypse this might be her last pack ever.
What a thought. She huffed a small laugh to herself, attempting to keep quiet and not entirely succeeding. Maybe she was slightly panicking after all but after the s**t she'd seen today she couldn't quite blame herself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:26 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Murphy Bedd
Minis account name: Cadaver
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Employment: Mall Janitor
Faction: [ District 4 ] (Mall District)
Character description:
- Submissive to a fault, Murphy doesn't like being in charge because its a shitty job and you always get blamed. So he follows the rest of the sheep without question nearly 90% of the time because its easier unless whatever orders he gets directly affect his health then there might be a passive aggressive word spoken.
- Cautious in the worst way, blame it on his mother. She instilled storms are bad and will kill you, new foods should always be eaten within a benadryl reach and animals are filthy disease pools. Mix that in with a little anxiety and too much Web MD when he can't sleep at night and you have a very observant, very cautious hypochondriac.
+ Driven because if s**t doesn't get done he's not taking the blame. Mob mentally scares him. He doesn't want to be the singled out for not doing his job guy, much rather preferring "oh that guy...I don't know much about him but he gets the job done," to "that a*****e never works," guy. He uses his constant plague of negative consequence thinking to fuel him on.
+ Supportive cause everyone needs someone to talk to or they'll go crazy. Murphy doesn't like to be alone, gives him to much time to think, so he tries his best to remain that guy people can talk to. While he won't go out of his way to offer a shoulder its there...its always there. Also the ever providing pool of encouragement when he knows it will help get a task done faster and more efficiently (even if he doesn't think "you're really smart!".,,)
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was night time around ten pm when the lights went out and EVERY scary movie he had ever seen flood back to mind. A glance down the darkened mall warehouse he had been tidying up and Murphy called for the man that was on duty with him, "Glenn?" No answer. Murphy could feel that knot in his throat, that he was pretty sure was some type of lymphoma, tighten as his fingers did around the broom in hand. "Glenn ...you a** this isn't funny..." He muttered when a soft groan sounding like the older man came from the darkness behind him. The layout of the building still fresh in mind, though as he moved into the darkness his feet bumped into stacked boxes and nearly knocked some over. Luckily the janitor managed to get to the wall and feel along it for the light switch that was there thinking the other man had simply switched the lights out to spook him.
That would explain all the groaning and shuffling after all. Plus Glenn had just been teasing about his cousin having been infected with that new crazy virus and he knew how much of a germ freak the other janitor was. 'Click click' Nothing. Murphy froze as a break in the darkness came via a bloodcurdling scream. "Janet!" He yelled for the inventory woman, recognizing her voice. A swing back around to the darkness and he followed the hum of distant generator ran lights.
Damn it Glen, Damn it Janet..
This was to far for a prank, he was seriously thinking about talking to their boss. Though it became apparent as the man found his way back up from the warehouse to the main level of the mall that this wasn't a prank. The lighting was out all over and what was light up was running on backup generators that would die soon. Panic set in as people raced past him trying to get him, babbling about virus, some screaming as if in pain.
Nothing made sense.
Standing in the middle of a mall hall the janitor watched silently as all hell broke lose. People were already trying to steal things from the stores, the gates wouldn't close because of electricity and people were taking advantage of this. Those that hadn't busied themselves with petty crime had closed in on him, why, maybe because of the uniform or the ring of keys on his side either way it sent Murphy into a downward spiral. "I-i ...can't unlock that door. No. It's procedure, yes I know - no - Sir please.." Murphy tried to settle the angry yells and at one point was dodging a fist that flew at him. Backing up from the hissing crowd that was becoming increasingly violent he saw it.
Knuckles turned white when blue eyes landed on the figure. It was moving so inhumanly that it was almost laughable at how easy it was to pick from the frantic crowd. The random person was gurgling as if having a mouth of salt water for a bad toothache but instead of water it spat blood to the ground. The dark red pool made the Janitor's eyes widen in horror. A woman screamed zombie next to him and Murphy ran. He ran like hell and didn't pause to look back at the shouting people for him to wait. ******** that! ******** them! Yeah he said it and meant it. Murphy was pulling the ring of keys from his pocket flying like a bad out of hell for a fire exit. If he could open the door he could escape and by default the others too, look at that good conscious!
The door was opened with heavy push of his shoulder after being unlocked. It poured in light from fires and outside the world had gone to hell. Murphy stared in awe at how in just a few hours things had gotten this bad. His heart was beating erratically and the Janitor knew if he didn't die of a heart attack it would be from whatever was having people throw him out of the way of the exit. As they all raced out into the streets Murphy looked back and spotted a Janitor's door just past a pair of figures that looked to be fighting. A deep breath and he yelled loudly as he raced for the door key out, "s**t s**t s**t s**t shittttt!" Maybe not the best idea but he needed to vent.
Forced into hiding Murphy hid, and hid well as he jammed the end of his broom into the handle of the door after locking it back. Slumping to the ground it was only then that he bothered to check his cellphone, not that he had much more than his mother as a contact.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:59 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Calvin Klein (but not that one), a.k.a. Cherry Poppins
Minis account name: Silent Spy
Age: 36
Gender: Male / Female-Impersonator
Employment: Robot-Wrestling Drag Queen
Faction: District 3: Apartments
Character description: Cherry is funny and bold, but unlucky and out of control.
Calvin was your typical closeted gay Canadian teen on the wrestling team, when in senior year he got his high school beard-girlfriend pregnant with twins. Looking for additional income, and already spending time at the gay bars, he discovered the world of drag and donned the name Cherry Poppins for his nightlife act.
As his nightlife became apparent and he was outted, girlfriend left him with only visitation rights. It was at this depressing time that Calvin discovered the joys of alcohol.
A boozy and campy drag queen, Cherry Poppins’s standup routine was a biting satire for many years, but it wasn’t quite paying the bills. She needed an extra income, and realized offering additional services while in drag could make some. She was often nervous, and needed more than just the usual six pack of beers to ease her mind. It was then that Cherry discovered the joys of heroin.
As she grew older, as did her popularity started to decline. The bars told her to be edgier, and more like the young queens rising to the top. Depressed, it was then that Cherry discovered the joys of food.
After gaining one hundred pounds, Cherry’s standup was only popular among the conservative suburbanites of her town, but that wasn’t enough income. Calvin’s life grew complicated with his bad and his kids being more involved in his life after their mother’s illness. Calvin discovered ‘Wrestlers vs. Robots’ – an obscure act in warehouses wear humans dress in costumes and fight against machines. It was then that Cherry Poppins became the campy alcoholic heroin-addicted two-hundred-eighty-pound robot-wrestling standup-comedy drag queen with two kids that she is today.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Cherry Poppins had just gotten home from a robot wrestling performance. She had lost, and her bad hip was not making the pain of losing a physical challenge to a scrap of metal any easier. After ripping off the duct tape to untuck herself, she scoured through the kitchen. Where was her Advil? Where was her heroin?
As she stood by the kitchen sink doing the more practical drug remedy for her situation – that is, swallowing five Advils washed down with vodka and then shooting up some heroin – she noticed a chaotic scene outside her window. People were fighting, attacking each other – were they eating each other? She rubbed her eyes to clear her sight, but something made her vision fuzzy and distorted. Was it the Advil? Was it the vodka? Was it the heroin? Was it her concussion from the robot battle?
Cars crashed in the street as neighboring homes lit ablaze. She was too intoxicated, and, perhaps, concussed, to properly deal with any situation – just as she was too improperly equipped to deal with any situation in her life ever – and simply deadbolted the doors as she slunk down on her couch watching reruns of Frasier on her small TV until she passed out to the light-humored farce amidst the chaos outside.
That Niles was such a character.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 12:09 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Nathaniel Wolfe
Minis account name: XBlind-DarknessX
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Employment: Newbie Cop
Faction: District 2
Character description:
☢ Nathan, or Nate as he prefers to be called, is often mistaken for a man who doesn’t take anything seriously. More often than not when conversing with others he uses sarcasm and playful banter as a way of getting his point across which is often associated with indifference toward the situation. As such he is often deemed as someone who ignores the gravity of the situation, or who simply does not give a damn about humanity having suffered an extremely damaging blow. In reality, and to those who know him best, this is not the case. Nate is not some childish class clown who adheres to the belief that “ignorance is bliss” nor does he deny the tangibility of everything he has lived through, it is much simpler and more innocent than that. Personally, he doesn’t see the benefit of approaching everything as some type of grave and insurmountable obstacle that requires every ounce of strenuous attention one can possibly apply to it. Placing that much pressure on something and those who are involved with it has only worked to insight anxiety and, in extreme cases, hysteria in his personal experiences. This in no way alludes to the fact that Nate is incapable of becoming serious when the need arises or that he denies the advantages that can be gained by approaching something seriously, but it is not how he sees things. He prefers to remain as light hearted and upbeat as he possibly can for as long as he can, a trait that is both admired and despised.
Aside from his apparent playfulness Nate is a very amiable type of person. Unless someone does something to truly anger him he is quick to label them with the title of ‘friend.’ He knows that in this world full of glum prospects having a few friends to pass time with and to escape the harshness of day to day life with is a blessing. Though he does not go out on a limb to impress or convince anyone that he is anything other than himself, he is a generally likeable guy. He isn’t afraid to be honest, for dishonesty when at any moment your brain could be devoured seems rather ridiculous. He is the type that will throw himself wholeheartedly into any task he is given (though expect a few spirited complaints or sarcastic remarks) and is all about being a team player.
Some may deem him as a big kid, a label that does not offend him, but one would be unwise to believe he possesses the mind of a child. When Nate finally accepts that he needs to take a situation seriously those who are around him can see how he would have made a fine cop had he the chance to graduate from boot. It is in these moments that he reveals his true maturity and intellect. Of course, he is no genius, but he is in ownership of a healthy brain. All signs of playfulness disappear and the raw core of the man he is capable of being is exposed. Though he does not enjoy this side of himself he can’t deny the value of it and may perhaps grow to adopt this persona more than that of his light hearted, childish one in the dark days to come.
☢ Nate often sports a hygienic amount of stubble on his chin and jawline because he believes himself to have too much of a baby face when clean shaven. Often times the only styling his hair receives is that of his fingers running rapidly through it in the mornings, but there are some days where he takes more pride in his appearance than others. His normal attire consists of jeans, desert military boots, and some kind of t-shirt, but he is also sometimes a fan of a flannel button up with an undershirt. Because he is not a fan of cold it is somewhat difficult to see his typical style because it is often hidden beneath a thick coat, some sort of cap, and gloves. (Canada is a bit cold in parts yes?)
He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes, one!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
The sounds of a few prisoners settling in for the night, or the echo of voices bouncing from wall to wall combined with the tapping of boots on the grated floors were all that could be heard as Nate and his uncle performed the final light check of the evening. Having become accustomed to ignoring the so called ‘filth’ that his uncle guarded, Nate excitedly regaled the salt and pepper haired man beside him with tale after tale of police boot and all that he had experienced there. His uncle chuckled and grinned appropriately while shining his magna light into each cell to be sure of the prisoner’s whereabouts. “It sounds like you certainly made the most of your experience,” he paused in order to issue a rather violent sounding cough before going on, “though I am surprised they didn’t have your hide for all of the snide comments you made!”
With a sense of cocky pride Nate lifted his chin and was about to speak when they heard a strange, deeply unsettling sound coming from one of the cells up ahead. His uncle stuck his arm out in order to bar Nate’s path and silently instruct him to stay put. “Armighast? Stanley Armighast?” He awaited a response from the prisoner but was met only with the sound from earlier. “Dammit, did you choke on something again you idiot?” Placing his hand over the nightstick at his hip he shined his light into the troubled man’s cell just in time to see bloody foam issuing from his mouth, and a crazed look in his eyes. “Jesus Chr-“ He cut himself off as he fumbled for the key card. “Someone get the infirmary prepped!” Nate began to run forward just as the lights to the facility flicked off; the last thing he saw was his uncle swiping his keycard through the electric lock.
The prison erupted into animalistic screams, banging and panicked footfalls running in every direction. Nate’s stomach fell at the sound of the electric locks giving way and cell doors opening. Why wasn’t the backup power kicking on? An new wave of fear washed over him as he was nearly pushed off the second floor balcony as someone brushed quickly by him. “Abel?! Abel where are you?!” He called out to his uncle while clumsily grabbing for his flashlight.
Horror turned his blood to ice as he shined his light upon his uncle and Armighast who was contentedly chewing at his uncle’s neck. Blood formed a pool beneath both of them, but one was no longer human. His brain became fragmented as rational thought began to elude him. Gripping the night stick he had been given earlier he made to rush the monster but was halted when his uncle shook his head weakly. All of his training had prepared him for a situation in which he would have to save or take a life, but he was not ready for this. As the last of his uncle’s spark was drained from him, Nate frantically began to run. He needed to hide, he needed to…what was going on?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 12:28 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Gillian Silverstein
Minis account name: musicaloner7
Age: 25
Gender: male
Employment: Scientist / Medic
Faction: District 1
Character description:
Looks;
- about 5'9, very lean with some musculature defintion, with lovely tanned skin
- pale white eyes, with long lashes
- strawberry blonde, wavy hair that reaches all the way down to his butt. It's typically somewhat messy, and held in a loose ponytail at the end with spare ribbon.
- usually in a lab coat, comfortable slacks, and a wideneck shirt. Sticks to grayscale tones. Wears a pair of rounded spectacles.
+ Responsible; he's the take action, and get things done sorta guy. Not one to dawdle, though he does thinking deeply about everything at a rapid rate, he can make fast decisions on a dime if need be. If someone doesn't step up to the plate, you best believe he is. The guy knows how to take charge.
+ Strong-willed; Stubborn and determined like a bull, Gilli's not easily deterred. Sure he might get a bit knocked off course from time to time, but he sticks to his guns, and doesn't keep stumbling for long. He's a fighter by nature.
- Low tolerance; Gill won't put up with bull crap. He's not one to take any sort of disrespect or nonsense, and will be sure to make that crystal clear should it be exposed to him. He's not going to beat around the bush with you. So it's best to be careful when asking him questions you don't want the truth for...
- Overly Analytical; Plagued pretty heavily with paranoia and constant logical thinking, Gilli can get trapped in his own mind sometimes, and conjure up an analysis on a person solely based on observation, before even engaging with them. Same for things/places. It can also make him stand-offish, and apprehensive about everyone, assuming that each person always has some sort of alternative goal in mind when interacting.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Sucked into the papers that were gripped firmly between slender fingers, Gillian was rather oblivious to his surroundings as he walked with purpose along the sidewalk, heading back for his dorm. His eyes were scanning the sheets of paper rapidly, without a hitch, only giving a single hiccup with the sudden disappearance of the streetlights and the light that'd been radiating from the shops at his other side. Legs slowing, he looked around, eyes widening slightly as he heard the screams begin to ensue. Brow crooking, he began assessing the situation, non-stop thinking mind quickly analyzing and gathering what information it could. The sight of a decomposing person latching themselves to another wailing, fleeing individual was enough to get his legs moving again. There was nothing he could do here.
He had to go...
Like the others that were pulled into the chaos around, he began quickly hustling to escape the onslaught behind him. Some might think him cold to turn his back on those that were becoming prey to the ravenous beings that were once their own kind... but he was a man of logic, not soft-heartedness. There was nothing he could do until he gained more data on the matter at hand, and he wouldn't be able to do that if he succumbed to the fate of the others as well. For now he had to retreat.
While a proud man, he never allowed it to cloud his judgement. That was a foolish way to get oneself stuck in a rut, and lacking any progression forward. Watching those running, screaming, and wailing around him, he darted into a small building he knew well; a pharmacy. If there was any safe place to go, this would be it. By the looks of it, many had fled it, the once fluorescent lit place now an eerie darkness, slightly disheveled from the scuffle of trying to escape what some might consider a death box... but there were tools here, medicines, drugs that could be used to his advantage should he be in peril or have to face one of those things head on! When there was panic and catastrophe, it was best to lean on what you knew, and stick close to where you thrived best. For now, this would do.
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