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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 2:12 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Mike Smithson
Minis account name: Morningstars
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Employment: Manager at a small shop (Cheap basic needs store. It mainly has small office supplies right now.).
Faction: 4 Mall.
Character description: He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He is the type of guy that won't stand out in a crowd and he is fine with that. He doesn't like being in the spotlight that much. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color, Blueish/Grey eyes and wears simple clothing.
He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons. He wear glasses with a black frame and a black wristwatch. He really doesn't look this special.
+ He is very helpful and friendly
+ He usually stays positive
+ He is a quick thinker
- He can be quite impulsive (and this doesn't always work out).
- He is can start to panic if things don't seem to go right
- He can be rather naive
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Mike was in the office part of his shop with all the doors and windows locked. A few hours ago the lights suddenly went out in what seemed to be the whole town. The things that happened after that didn't even seem real. Did he see people or...? He was walking outside when it all happened. He had rushed back to the shop he had left a short while before the power went down and stayed there.
He still had no idea of what was going on. No REAL idea. All he knew was that something was horribly wrong and that he was terrified. He wasn't even sure what he had seen. It was just not possible, was it? Was he going mad? He had locked himself up in his own office because it seemed save there and going home was not an option right now. It would maybe even be better there but he didn't want to go outside anymore.
He heard other people screaming and not going out there and help them felt wrong but there wasn't much he could do anyway. He heard a car hit a part of his shop followed by more screaming. He felt like a coward for not helping anyone but he wanted to stay save himself this time. It would not go right if he left the store now. Mike stayed inside for now. But this was getting harder and harder for him hearing all the people who needed help. Or who he thought needed help. He wasn't quite sure about everyone. He was going to stay inside...
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 2:32 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Eliza Marshall (Ellie)
Minis account name: samuality
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Employment: Student (and also something about a horse... mascot...)
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
She has long dark brown hair, pulled into a large braid. Her eyes are a pale steel-blue in colour, wide and doe-like in shape. She wears a pair of dark-framed glasses and her fashion sense is safe, if not mundane, simple pieces that are comfortable but look nice.
Quiet - Both a positive and a negative, Ellie's shyness is not something she could ever change about herself. She's naturally soft-spoken and is oft asked to repeat herself, but this also means she is observant and she picks up on things that other people might miss.
Optimistic - She always has a hopefulness about her, choosing to look forward instead of back. As long as there is another tomorrow, she is sure that things can always change for the better.
Pushover - Not speaking up means that Ellie tends to go with the flow, good or bad and she often finds herself caught up in predicaments she doesn't want to be in because of it.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She's a small town girl, the darkness doesn't frighten her. The shouting does, the yelling and screaming piercing her ears and her heart and no amount of covering her pillow over her head could drown out the sounds. It was clearly more than just a frat party. Hastily, she pulls on a cardigan over her pyjamas, stuffing her phone into one of the pockets. As she peeks out the hall, it appears that all the lights are out, the only source the faint blinking red of an old smoke alarm with a dying battery. Several people rush past her, talking about an infection and she wonders... No, it couldn't be. That stuff was make believe.
The sounds are muffled - it seems they are coming from outside. Carefully she moves back into her room, wondering if her window might provide some vantage point. Peering out, it does, but what she sees is something she immediately wishes she had never seen. The streets outside the dorms are in chaos, fires rampant and people running everywhere. Cars of all sorts are trying to move but there is no where to go, the people inside stuck and as she watches, there are people frantically trying to break into them.
Now she's reasonably frightened, though she doesn't realize her hand on the window sill is shaking. Something rustles in the bushes below her, she yelps, slamming the window shut and closing the curtains, as if that might keep whatever the world has plunged into at bay.
Quiet and unassuming, as she always is, she tucks herself between the small corner between the wall and her bed, clutching her phone in her hands. She has to be calm, she has to come up with a plan, she tells herself. She wonders where her roommate is, if she's okay.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 2:49 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Dahlia Ann Burton
Minis account name: vampireluvr97
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Employment: University Student
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
Average height (5'5ft), 125lbs, Black curly hair with streaks of greens and blues blended in, bangs, green eyes, light freckles on her face, small figure/slim figure, size 32A, foot size 7 & 1/2 narrow, scars on her hips and thighs. Prefers to wear plaid, leather, and boots. Not exactly strong, but strong enough to take care of herself (or smart enough to figure away around it).
+ Intelligent (she can figure things out pretty well - genetics did well on her)
+ Mother hen (puts others before herself)
+/- Optimist/pessimist (depending on situation/ if she had been taking her meds)
- Mentally unstable (can fluctuate from being happy and completely depressed.)
- Procrastination (she sometimes tends to wait until last might to do something - unless she has someone making sure she does it)
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
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):
At first, she thought something was going wrong with her earbuds. Like really - those moments have happened, especially when your music is pretty loud. She took it out of her ear only to find out that it wasn't her music or her earbuds. It was the sounds of people screaming in real life. She turned around to see someone was running while some weird looking thing followed straight behind her. She tripped and tried to crawl away, but whatever that thing was, got her when she was down. Her eyes grew in terror, swearing so loud in her head that it felt like she was really saying it. That thing was a decaying corpse, just like those zombies that she sees on TV. The new craze they said. Well now it literally is happening, and is now the real life craze that people didn't suspect. She bolted the opposite direction from the zombie. She wasn't planning on becoming food for that monster.
Eventually she made it back to her dorm, but the lights were all off and seemed that the electricity was out because she didn't need to get her key to get inside the building. That made her worried. She sprinted up the stairs as fast as she could, and as best as she could in the dark. She slipped a couple times but she kept going. The images of that woman being eaten in front of her still burned into her eyes. All that blood reminded her of a time long ago, but she didn't like to remember those times. They were not the times she would like to remember.
Finally, she made it to her room, and locked the door behind her. That could help buy her some time to grab things that she might be able to use in this time. She rushed through her pockets to find her phone, hoping that the towers weren't down. No bars. Angrily swearing in her head, she threw her phone, and began to look for something else that might help. Internet possibly? She tried that too. That didn't work either. Crap, what am I supposed to do? Dahlia felt so overwhelmed. Her body against the wall, she slid down to the floor with her head in her hands. What am I supposed to do? She could hear all the screaming from her window and it frightened her so much. I could die. I could very well die and no one would notice. Her eyes filled with tears over the course of time, her arms helping to bury her face in her knees. Who'd help me?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 3:47 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Shaun Sawyer
Minis account name: Draconicfeline
Age: 18 – it happened to be his birthday on day 0, Yaaay!
Gender: Male
Employment: NA – Second Story Specialist
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description:
Friendly: Shaun will talk your ear off if you let him, and is equally willing to listen with great intensity to whatever you tell him in return. He is very friendly, and happiest around other people. He does not do well alone for even short stretches of time – this boy is a creature of groups, and his strengths lie in collaboration and cooperation.
Observant: In the line of work he was in, there was always the possibility for violence, as well as a need to escape violence, notice cops, and spot good marks. He has a good eye for when trouble (or oppurtunity) comes a-knocking. Sharp-eyed and savvy, he probably hears and sees more than he probably should.
Reckless: Shaun is acrobatic and very proud of his skills, and is fond of showing off just what he can do with his body – once he gets out of jail, he might earn his bread in a circus, or something. Especially when he is showing off, he likes to have a little danger, and he doesn't always show his skills at appropriate times. Like when running from monsters, for instance...
“Tactical Retreater:” Though he can twist his body into 'impossible' positions and punch a person , Shaun shies away from the actual violence and bloodshed. Before, when bullets started flying, he'd get himself out of there. If breaking into a building, casing a building, picking a pocket, or conning a tourist, Shaun is your kid. But he considers himself to be little more than a wet noodle in a fight. Truth is, he is more like an uncooked noodle, but the premise still remains – hes not a violent person, and his first inclination is to run.
Physical: Shaun is tall, lean, and well-muscled. His sparkling blue eyes and the easy smile that creases his round, smooth face makes him seem very trustworthy and, for the most part, he is. But don't let that boyishly touseled pale-blonde hair fool you – he's a con artist and a thief, and should not be underestimated.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me... Shaun thought to himself as he stared at the piece of cake in front of him. A guard he'd befriended had managed to appropriate him some for his eighteenth (!!!) birthday, and he was looking forward to eating it. It looked delicious and moist, nothing like the dry stale 'chocolate' crud his mother occasionally remembered to give him, or the... whatever it had been he'd had on his last birthday. The crew he'd been working with had insisted on giving it to him, and it had only been polite to eat it. It hadn't been bad, but it hadn't been chocolate cake. Sure, it was late at night, but that was when the guard had brought it, and that was – in theory – when he had been born.
Of course, this was a prison. There was no party, no utensils more sturdy than plastic, and no candles to blow out. Just him, his cell, and his cake. No files or wires or anything to escape. Shaun intended to serve his time and be a good little inmate. He smiled at the cake. If he was very good and managed to charm the parole board, at most he'd have one more slice of cake here before he got out and did... whatever other things he could do. Maybe eve legal things, for once.
Heres to growing up... he thought, taking a deep breath and, playfully, blowing a gust of air over the cake slice.
And then all the lights went out.
Shaun blinked in confusion. Did I do that?! he thought incredulously, wondering if it was some kind of joke by the guard. No, of course not, it had to be some weird glitch of timing.
Click.
The lock on his cell clicked open. Shaun heard shouts and screams and all kinds of noises that he didn't want to think about. His eyes adapted to the dark, and he saw running, terrified shapes of people in the shadowy hall. Well thats not good... he thought, uneasily. Was this some kind of riot?
He looked back towards his cot, briefly considering tying his cell door closed and hiding beneath the mattress frame, but as a scream – agony, pain, terror – ripped through the hall, he decided that hiding like a rat in a hole was not the safest option. He was good at hiding, but he would not be cornered. He refused to be cornered.
Warily, he opened the cell door and looked out into the hall, first one way, and then the other. He'd have to find somewhere more central, somewhere he could not be trapped or alone. The mess hall came to mind, as did the kitchen. The infirmary would be a poor choice...
As he contemplated the options, a horrible sound reached his ears and he tensed. Horrible screams devolved, slowly, into silent thuds as a dark stain began to spread along the floor. He heard moans and saw, in the glow of the exit signs, a shambling, staggering shape. There was something very wrong about that shape...
Nope.
Shaun went back into his cell and ducked under the mattress, contorting himself so that he was hidden. Trapped or not, he'd rather wait out... whatever this was before making a run for it. See if the guards handled things... because he sure didn't want to.
The cake remained untouched.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 7:42 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Megan Lam
Minis account name: Lythiaren
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: Retail - EB Games
Faction: District 4 (Mall)
Character description: 5' Chinese girl with shoulder length hair kept in a ponytail. Huge nerd who loves horror games. Fast runner and both willing and able to climb up just about anything like a weird monkey where needed. Hella brave when it comes to video games, but actually a huge wuss in real life, so she will typically try to run for it if she thinks she can survive, because while she's pretty fast, she's not very strong and may become a hindrance when things get messy.
PROS: Fast horizontal and vertical movement, keen attention to detail
CONS: Huge coward, terrible at any kind of fighting
Do I own any characters in the shop? ye
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Ugh. What a night.
Megan tugged at the broken zipper on her thin jacket as she waited for her bus. She'd just finished closing for the night after a hell shift that ended with this lady asking her a thousand questions about consoles and arguing with this kid about why she wouldn't sell him that GTA game. And after she finally shooed them out, the systems decided today would be a great day to glitch out. The cherry on top? She got to watch her bus pull away early as she ran to the stop. And being in Delta, that meant the next bus probably wouldn't run for like an hour. No one was available at home to give her a ride, and she didn't have money on her for a cab, so bus it is. She had a can of pepper spray, at least?
She'd been waiting about half an hour when the lights went out. Odd.
Most of the businesses nearby were closed by now, so it was pitch dark. She waited quietly in the darkness, maybe the bus would come soon and she could get home. There were cars of course, but as time went by the headlights seemed to go by faster and faster. It wasn't until she checked her phone that she realized, not only had the lights had been out a full hour, but the reception was gone as well. By the time she saw the lights of the bus, it was midnight. And then it went speeding past without stopping, smashing straight into a pole a block over. The people inside forced the back door open and scattered in every direction, screaming about the infected. It was like something out of a horror game.
"RUN!" One of the passengers urged her as he bolted past. She looked back toward the bus just in time to see the driver and a handful of others stumbling out the doors, shuffling brokenly toward her, red splatter dripping from their mouths. It really was like a horror game.
So Megan did what she'd hardwired herself to do when she saw something like this on a screen. She turned and ran like the wind. Where? Her options were limited; the businesses were all long closed so there weren't a lot of places to go, and cars - she realized they'd been fleeing - were starting to stop or crash as the people and the infected spread into the road. The crowd was growing, and she could hear screaming up the road closer to the crashed bus. There weren't a lot of places to go, except...
Wait, work!
That one thought kept her feet moving as she weaved between the stopped cars, crossing back toward the mall. She dug through her purse and got out her keys as she beelined for the back entrance. A few people spotted her running and followed, so when she reached the door, she held it open just long enough to wave them through and get it locked before any of the shamblers could get in. The small group made their way through the back halls by the light of cell phone screens until they made it to the public areas, and while most of them spread out, Megan at least knew where she could hole up without being found, except maybe by looters.
She made her way to her store in the darkness and locked the door again behind her. Security was out, of course. But the doors were glass. They wouldn't last if she was spotted. She felt her way to the back room and locked that one behind her too, for good measure. That would have to do until dawn...
What a night, indeed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 7:56 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Judas Cain
Minis account name: Wysteria
Age: 21
Gender: Male, Androgynous AF tho
Employment: Hitting on October Sales Associate at Spencers Trying to Grope Alex, without getting arrested.
Faction: District 3 Apartments
Character description: Dude looks like this.
+ Easy Going
+ Sickeningly Sweet
- Alley Cat
- Bit of a b***h.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Judas twitched nervously as he passed back and forth. He'd lost contact with his sister, Devlyn and it was really beginning to tax on his nerves. Hell, he couldn't even reach his parents. And if Judas had to call his freaking parents you knew it was a big deal. Judas wasn't normally easy to scare. Hell he loved horror music, and was always up for a thrill, but this was beyond his expectations. Judas stayed mostly to his shared apartment, only coming out when one of the locals needed help with something, and even then he wouldn't come for just anyone.
Normally he would have laughed at a line like that.
Not today.
It wasn't the time for jokes anymore. Judas had to be serious. He needed to focus, so he could find Devlyn.
(I'm bad at these)
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:03 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Emmanuel Eidenberg
Minis account name: seiana
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Employment: Professional Gamer, uses any winnings he manages to help pay off schooling.
Faction: District 3 Apartments
Character description:
- Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
- Outgoing
- Genre-Savvy
- Terrible Liar
- Insensitive
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Emmanuel was downstairs playing ping pong when the lights suddenly cut out. He threw his paddle down and immediately started grouching about it, since he couldn't play effectively when he couldn't see the ball.
At first he assumed everyone was screaming because the lights were out like he was but then he saw that a pair of players across the way were in a tussle, and one was ... Biting at the other.
It didn't take long for Emmanuel to realize there were zombies, and so he ran back towards his apartment, sealing himself away in his stocked room for now.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:33 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Rufus Moran
Minis account name: Alania
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Employment: He's worn many different hats, but thats only because deep down in his heart he's a professional con man. It was a proud day when the justice system confirmed his official title by incarcerating him, until the charges were listed: Petty Theft? Breaking and Entering? He'd convinced an entire neighborhood that he lived in that house for an entire year, the least the judge could have done was give his crimes more credit than that.
Faction: Prison
Character description: Charming personality, ambitious as hell, cheerful and always smiling, even as he's walking away with your wallet. But he means well, and does his part!
Physical description: A giant puff of curly, wide hair on his head; startling grey eyes; tanned skin, and a toned frame; slightly eccentric clothing (it's clear he puts a lot of thought into what he wears)
Close up and full body
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
When the alarms went off, Rufus smelled opportunity.
When the doors opened and the prison began to evacuate outside, where the trouble was, he only retreated further inward. s**t was hitting the fan in a very dangerous way; but more importantly, everything they knew was about to change, and Rufus was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Take charge, or find out who is and get on their good side.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:39 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Annabel "Wolfie" Mikael
Minis account name: thescowlingcat
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Employment: She works at an animal shelter
Faction: 4 Mall
Character description: Looks like this. She happens to be 6'2", around 140 lbs of muscle and wears combat boots and has a set of knuckle dusters in her jacket.
+ Adventurous
+ Protective
- Reckless
- Punches first, asks questions later
FUN FACTS: Anna is incredibly resourceful and will use a giant wrench as a bludgeon if necessary. She also can, if required, build you amateur explosives. Don't ask how she knows how to do this, but let's just say she read it on the internet trying to make fireworks one July. She however has the impulse control of a hyperactive kitten and will go flying into combat without the slightest word of warning or planning. Or she'll run away. Or climb something to get a better vantage point. It's really a toss up.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She thought her day couldn't get any worse.
She was horribly, horribly wrong.
It was one of those days when everything that could go wrong, had. A dog got their head stuck in the door to their cage. A whole litter of puppies had just been left on the shelter's doorstep, half the dogs were panicking or howling all day long, and the computer system had gone down not once, not twice, but three different times of the course of the day.
Then, to top it off, the power went out.
At first, it was fine. Power outages happened; some idiot drove into a power pole or a fuse blew. Anna left the shelter early, walked the two blocks to the mall with headphones on, and not once noticed the decaying bodies. Beyond the issues at the shelter, it was shaping to be a salvagable day. She even had a date that evening.
Course, when your supposed date starts shuffling after you missing an arm and frothing blood out his mouth, you start think maybe it's time to just phone in the day and start over tomorrow.
If there was a tomorrow, anyway.
Needless to say she decided her best bet was to hide in the all-purpose hardware and homegoods store in the mall. With access to tools with saws or battery operated screw drivers. One too many horror movies man, one too many.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 11:45 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Vera Wolfe
Minis account name: Eight
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Employment: Tim Horton's
Faction: District 4 - Mall
Character description:
Personality traits (the basics, really)
+ Healthy and active: Vera eats right, drinks right, doesn't really do anything that she feels would wreck her body (though let's be real she works at Tim Horton's she's gonna eat a donut or a cookie here and there). She keeps herself fit.
+ Friendly and approachable: Something she does when she works, she keeps herself that way just as a common practice. Dude. Be nice. Like, seriously. It isn't that hard to do.
+ Doesn't take your s**t: Again, dude. Be nice. She has no tolerance for rudeness. Like seriously. Don't be a d**k.
- Sassy: No one's perfect. Even Vera will spit out a sassy remark every now and then. She'll at least apologize if it's not something that can be taken as funny.
- Tellin' it like it is: She's not gonna take your s**t. She isn't afraid to tell you when you're being stupid.
- Stubborn: Unfortunately she has a habit of, when she makes a decision, it's really hard to sway her from it.
Vera takes care of herself. She grooms herself for the various cosplays she enjoys doing when she's off the clock, in fact when she isn't working she's likely kind of unrecognizable. She's tiny, a whopping 5'3" she towers over everyone around her like an ant towers over a tree. She is fair-skinned and delicate, like a fairy...or a child, which is something she gets made fun of for quite often. Naturally her hair falls straight and to her shoulder, complete with bangs to frame her face.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"Have a good night, Vera. Going straight home?" Asked the middle-aged woman going through her bag to search for something. Vera gave a little smile and nodded her head, pulling the hair tie from her hair to let it fall free to her shoulders.
"Yeah, I've got a project I'm working on right now. Hoping to finish it tonight and give it a test run tomorrow." She gently clapped her hands in quiet excitement, giving a little bounce on her toes before changing from her work shoes to a pair of pink flats. Grabbing her bag, she slipped out the back entrance out of the mall to head for her car. Honestly, Vera hated walking this way, but it was the quickest route to her car and she needed to go home before she got too tired to pull her all-nighter.It was dark, silent save for the quiet tap tap tap of her shoes on the pavement. The only things lighting her way were the street lamps.
At least they had been lighting the way. One of them flickered, buzzed in an odd way. She stopped, turning her head to look up at the flickering lamp post. "Huh.." Shrugging, she turned to look ahead again. She could see her car, the one problem was there was a very, very large figure of a man beside it. He was slowly circling the car, occasionally putting his face or nearly-limp hands up against its windows. She frowned and took a step back. That..wasn't good. She didn't even have any mace or anything in case he was up to no good. Instead she reached into her bag to get her cell phone, holding it tightly in her hand and ready to call the police just in case.
That was when all the lights went out. And not just the street lights but also the lights of all the buildings surrounding the mall. She heard cars slam into things, likely into each other, screams echoed through the night air. The figure that was lumbering around her car lifted his head, looked back her way. Vera couldn't see it too well, but she could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the voice in her head shouting at her to run, run, RUN! And so she turned on her heel and took off in a sprint back toward the mall. She couldn't see too well, but she could hear everything. A car veered by not too far from her, slamming into a lamp post and sending her running faster. Vera slammed into the door she had come out of, digging around desperately for her keys. She could hear them. She heard snarling, the shuffling of feet, she heard things breaking, people screaming. Vera whimpered and bounced on her feet in her panic, whining 'come on, come on, come on!' as she finally found her key ring and started searching for the key for the door. Her hands shook, she almost couldn't get the key in, she couldn't see the lock.
There it was! Vera couldn't get in there fast enough but somehow she made it. She let herself in, slammed herself against the door to close it, and locked it behind her. She could hear bodies slamming against it, trying to open the door that wouldn't budge no matter what they did. At this point Vera's entire body was shaking. She backed away, eyes never leaving the door, until her back hit a wall and she slid down it to sit on the floor. Her hands came up to tangle her fingers in her hair and hold her head, palms pressed to her ears in an attempt to drown out the sounds. What just happened?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 12:30 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Beth Desmond
Minis account name: Merubee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Employment: Bartender/Owner of Lizard Bait (Bar)
Faction: District 3 Apartments
Character description:
Street Savvy: Lizard Bait isn’t in the best part of town, so Beth had to know how to defend herself. She’s got sharp eyes and a quick brain, and makes sure she pays attention to detail. She can spot undercover cops, bulges for weapons under clothes, colors for gangs. She also knows the basics of hand-to-hand, and how to wield a gun, a crowbar, and a taser with deadly precision.
Kind: While she’s not stupid, and it takes a bit to get past the street-savvy, Beth has a soft spot for kids, animals, and down-on-their-lucks. She’ll pet a dog before she talks to the owner, she’ll give a sad-looking guy a free drink at the bar, and offer a kid on the streets whatever help she can to beat the system and get safe.
Hard-headed: Beth’s a bit on the pig-headed side…a lot. Once she sets her mind to something, it’s pretty hard to get her to change it, and she doesn’t like being told she’s wrong. She owns her own business, and it’s her way or the highway more often than not. Not that she’s a bad person, she’s just confident. A lot.
Rash: She tends to also act first before she thinks. Her instincts are street-based, when you hear a click and duck gunfire before double checking that it’s not a door latch. However, her fight-or-flight instinct tends to lean towards the former more than the latter, so if you reach in your jacket, be prepared to defend yourself – she’s gonna think you’re pulling a gun and will aim to break a wrist before letting herself get shot.
Physical: Beth Desmond is about 5’7”, and roughly 150 pounds of muscle in a lean, mean female form. Skin is tanned, and pale scars are visible on her wrists and shoulders. There would be more scars on her back, but they’ve been covered by a tattoo of a dragon covering the entire expanse of her shoulders. The dragon’s wings extend halfway down the back of her upper arms. The entire thing is shaded black and white, except for one purple eye. Her hair is dark brown, and falls just past her shoulders – she keeps it tucked back in a single braid or a ponytail most of the time, though her bangs are heavy and frame her face. It’s a strong face rather than pretty, with dark blue eyes. A single thin scar runs along her jawline from her earlobe down under the jaw. She sticks with tight jeans, boots, and tanks most of the time, finding them easier to wear than skirts or dresses…though she does own a pair of killer heels for special occasions.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes - Harper
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She would have preferred it quiet. But Beth could hear it, outside. Police sirens, screaming loud over the other sounds. Chaos sounds. Screaming human sounds. Thumping, shuddering sounds…
Her club had been slow, only a few regulars that early in the evening. But when the lights had gone out, the juke box fizzing to a low, unpleasant screeching hum before shutting off completely. There had been the shouts, the curses. Standard for a blackout. After the first five minutes, Beth had lit a couple of candles and called a round of free shots for everyone still at Lizard Bait. It had helped with the waiting, even though the heat started kicking in early in the small, cramped space.
After the first hour, the first panicked guy had rushed in. Soaked in sweat, with blood on the arm of his cheap suit. Spitting out incomprehensible babble out people going nuts. Rumors come to life, terror and panic sweeping in on the waves of his sweat and whiskey-soaked breath.
Two hours in, and Beth was alone in her bar. Even the most stalwart of regulars were uncomfortable enough to head for home, to batten down the hatches and called those they gave a damn about. That was when it had started. People, passing in front of the old, grimy windows. Stumbling by. Others running, screaming. The bat that the dark-haired woman kept behind her bar came out, remained on the wooden bar-top. As the night wore on and no one else came in, she began to move around, to clean, sweet. Wipe down tables, wash out glasses. Nothing. Then the police sirens had started, and the barkeep’s heart began to pound in her chest. Taking her bat, she’d stepped outside, just on the sidewalk. Too quiet. There were only a few people now, as most on this street were stupid enough to take advantage of the chaos or smart enough to stay home, lock their doors until whatever this madness was passed.
But the ones that were out…there was a man not too far, the man in the cheap suit from before. Beth could barely make him out in the dark – when had it been so dark? She couldn’t remember. “Hey, buddy!”
Her voice sounded thin against the surrounding dark, but the guy heard it. He turned around, and though his face was blurry, there was something wrong. Something very wrong. He began a slow, shuffling step towards her, and she tightened her grip on the bat. She’d heard the rumors, but nothing could have prepared her for the heart-stopping sight of the man she’d spoken to only hours ago, now stumbling towards her.
He only had half a face.
“H-holy sh-“
Beth didn’t finish. No street fight, no foster home could prepare her for this. She ran back into Lizard Bait, slammed the door behind her. Locked, bolted closed, and for good measure a table got shoved in front of the door. Her steps sounded hollow on the wooden floor, but her fingers only clenched tighter around the rubber grip of her hefty wooden bat. Dark blue eyes stared at the door as sweat trickled down her back, under her shirt, under the thick, dark-brown braid.
“What the hell…”
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 1:05 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Dylan Sallow
Minis account name: Jaglion
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Employment: Resident Adviser
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts.
[ + ] Responsible
[ + ] Strategic Thinker
[ - ] Cowardly
[ - ] Insecure
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
"So much for studying."
Dylan sighed, closing his paper inside of his math book for safekeeping. This was supposed to be his night off, but with this power outage, he should probably head back to the dorm just in case he was needed. If he was lucky, the power would be back on by the time he got back, and he'd be able to chill for a while.
He probably wouldn't be that lucky.
Things were more chaotic outside of the building, with people shouting, and rushing. This was ridiculous. The power hadn't even been out 20 minutes and people were acting like the world was ending. He heard somebody muttering about the infected, and Dylan frowned. Wasn't that just a new flu strain? That Crazy One?
Maybe it was making everyone crazy.
Dylan almost tripped when a pair of guys came tumbling in front of him, one frothing at the mouth as he beat at the other guy. He dodged around them, and then began to run. The faster he got back to the dorm, the better. He wasn't the only one with that idea, and he found himself having to maneuver around those who were going slower than he was.
Way slower. Almost too slow, a stilted shambling walk that kind of reminded him of the time he had done that zombie walk. They kind of looked like they were decaying but that seemed implausible. It had to be a trick of the light,
Still, he'd be happier once he got inside. The door to the dorms was broken, looking as if somebody had forced it open, and he pushed his way inside. He would normally be more concerned, but tonight wasn't an ordinary night.
He made his way to his room quickly, unlocking the door, and then locking it behind him. He pushed his desk in front of the door, just in case, and then crawled under his bed. Hiding wasn't a very responsible thing to do, especially as one of the dorms advisers, but right now, he couldn't bring himself to care. All he wanted to be was safe.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 2:29 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Frederich Voss
Minis account name: spacedumpster
Age: 60
Gender: M
Employment: Law professor
Faction: District 1 (University)
Character description:
Appearance: Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.
- Has a bad knee and shoulder from old injuries, he's not the most agile. If he ends up getting overwhelmed, that's probably it for him.
- Highly unpleasant, smug personality that makes him unpopular with students. People probably aren't going to go out of their way to save him.
+ Mean as they come and isn't afraid to bop a zombie in the head with his cane. Scientists have theorized that piss and vinegar run through his veins instead of blood.
+ He's very shrewd; comes with years of knowing his way around the law. He could probably get by decently enough so long as he remains two steps ahead of the undead hordes. Not that zombies care about the law, but they don't know the layout of the university as well as he does.
? Could be mistaken for a zombie himself. Possibly. Maybe. razz
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was late, as usual; Frederich had holed up in his office well into the night grading papers as he often does, muttering to himself about his students' terrible diction and how English is their first language and yet they still forget important things like the Oxford comma and basic ficken punctuation. He's in the middle of smearing one such paper with red ink when the lights flicker out, and he sits in the darkness for a few moments to see if they flick back on.
They don't.
He cuts through the darkness with one resigned, heavily-accented, "********," because fewer words in the English language were more fun to say than that. With little else to do but reach for his phone, he turns on the flashlight app and makes his way towards the window, idly noting to himself that he doesn't remember hearing anything about any storms coming in tonight; and as expected he finds no raindrops on the panes.
Just barely visible under dim moonlight, however, is movement -- shambling, unnatural movement along the ground. Frederich tenses, narrowing his eyes at the spectacle below. He had heard something on the news about a virus or other, but shrugged it off like every other alarmist report in the last decade warning people of the latest deadly epidemic that would surely spread across the world and doom us all, only to ineffectually piffle out before it even made it overseas.
No, that's silly.
It was a little early in the year for a hockey riot, wasn't it? Maybe they were practicing for it, who knows, Frederich doesn't keep up with sports. Well, no use trying to get past all that nonsense. Might as well lock the door and hope there's a signal so he can try to phone his husband and let him know that he'll be staying the night in the office, the students are getting rowdy and he'd really rather not deal with getting his car flipped over again. He learned his lesson about people out in the streets in large droves in this country years ago, so he is staying right here but not before propping up the guest chair under the doorknob with a resigned sigh.
Hopefully it'll clear up by morning.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 2:57 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO Character Name: Jeff
Minis account name: witch
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Employment: Bartender
Faction: 4
Character description:
The Good:
Incredibly patient: He’s listened to people drone for 20 years-- what’s a little more bickering?
Incredibly brawny: Big guy. Dwayne The Rock Johnson Big. In fact, just picture The Rock. or Vin Diesel. Pick one!
Incredibly loyal: Does not want any power for himself. He just wants to keep on keeping, bash some heads in. Is that so much to ask?
The Bad:
Incredibly intolerant: Of bullshit, anyway. Don’t question orders. It’s bad for everyone.
Incredibly stubborn: New news? Big problem. He’s never changing his mind.
The Ugly:
Incredibly violent: And kind of likes it. ...Don’t cross him.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
He puts his cigarette out in the tray, and the lights go out, shuttering out row at a time as the power fails. Jeff curls his lip, teeth lines of sharp white in the dim. He edges to the end of the bar and reaches under for his crowbar. It's for emergencies, but sirens go off in the distance.
If this isn't one, then what is?
Jeff tugs his hat down low and locks the Winchester down behind him, edging towards the exits, hanging by the sides. Hordes of people are running in a panic, but his every nerve feels flayed open and alive. He's been on this earth forty two god forsaken years, and has lived through earthquakes and a tour in Afghanistan and floods and tsunamis and, in one instance, a literal bear trap.
Whatever this is?
Doesn't stand a chance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 3:40 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: David Grant
Minis account name: spacedumpster
Age: 60
Gender: M
Employment: Wrestling coach/Retired professional wrestler (he was a heel, of course)
Faction: District 3 (Apartments)
Character description:
Given his line of work, David is massive. You could even call him a big buff spicy grandpa, a 6'5" wall of muscle wrapped in tacky Hawaiian print fabric. His favorite color is orange. He wears square-rimmed glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about him is an affront to human decency. He is the walking definition of loud and obnoxious.
- Very self-centered and manipulative and will willingly throw others under the bus if he knows it'll ensure his own survival. While this could work to his advantage, he won't easily keep friends and allies once people catch on to him.
- He has a bad neck from an old injury sustained in his old line of work, which forced him into early retirement from wrestling. He can't turn his head very well.
- Being a former wrestler, he is super into drugs and is probably high like 80% of the time. He's not gonna be a happy camper when he runs out.
- He is a fashion disaster.
+ He is a former professional wrestler and will not hesitate to use unconventional weapons against the zombies, from the more traditional folded metal chairs and ladders to street lamps or even the zombies themselves -- if it's not bolted down, he'll pick it up, and if it is, he'll rip it out of the ground and swing it anyway.
+ Also, because he is a former wrestler, he is freakishly agile and knows how to use an environment to his advantage. Ever seen a brick wall bounce off the ropes and pirouette into another person? Wrestling.
+ He's good at masking his fear and pain, considering that's how he succeeded at his job in the past. Never let the opponent know you're hurting.
+ him big
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
One of Grant's favorite things to do this time of night was load up the bong and watch wrestling -- seeing how his old colleagues are doing, and checking out the new talent in the ring from his comfy spot on the couch while wearing the ugliest sweater imaginable. Things were starting to get good -- here he was, good and ripped and watching the most hyped up match of the week between up-and-coming newcomer Super Skunk versus an old buddy of his, Triple G, and it was looking to be a fantastic match.
That is, if the power didn't go out right as Skunk was getting swung into a pole.
"Are you ********' kidding me?!" Exhaling through his nose in frustration, Grant sets down the bong and makes an irritated growl in his throat as he runs his hand down his face. The timing of this couldn't be any worse, honestly and he wondered if the power was out at the university too, and if he'd be getting a call soon from his husband.
He reaches for the phone laying next to the remote. No signal. That's just great, isn't it? At least he can use it as a makeshift source of light until he can find a proper flashlight, or at least have ample distraction playing Cookie Crush until Frederich got home.
Of course, he'd eventually figure out that the outage wasn't just contained to his home by the sheer lack of street lights or the fact that none of the neighbors had light coming out of their windows, but he's not terribly concerned with them right now.
He's startled by pounding on the front door not long after the lights had gone out, rising from the couch and making his way across the living room to see who it was -- maybe it was Fred, or maybe it was a neighbor, but there was something unnatural about the noise; it sounded more like whoever it was on the other side of the door was bumping into it than actually knocking. Grant had seen enough cheap horror movies for this to raise the hairs on the back of his neck, and as expected, it's too dark to look out through the peephole and see who it is.
"...Freddo?"
Gurgling and shuffling comes from the other side, and more pounding. Grant purses his lips and turns the lock, pulling the door chain on. "Nnnnnope, not answering that. Nuh-uh. Couldn't pay me."
David Grant may have been dropped on the head numerous times in his career, but he's not stupid. He's also seen enough movies to know that the undead aren't going to be terribly impeded by little things like doors. Good thing he knows how to piledrive.
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