Ah, ah, Joy Ann had just been rattling off the first cake recipe that had popped into her head, which was thanks to one of her kids' mothers being an absolute nightmare about dietary restrictions and... Don'tthinkaboutit.
The former teacher started nervously wringing the cleaning cloth she was still holding in her hands as the other two started going through the industrial-sized pantry. Sure, the idea of cake was wonderful and hopeful and was making her mouth start to water, but were they allowed to make cake? Weren't they supposed to stick to their food rations for a reason?
Wait, there was honey in there?! Joy Ann filed away the knowledge of the prison being a former apple farm and shifted foot to foot, feeling like terror was going to come crashing down on them at any moment due to their culinary dreams. "Honey won't make the cake fluff right, you need something oily." And it was technically an animal product, but since the cake wasn't for Timmy and his overbearing mother--- Don'tthinkaboutTimmy.
"...a-are we a-allowed to just use these things?" she asked, her voice wavering as she hovered in the doorway of the pantry. She wanted to join them in the hunt for goodies, but, but... Suffice to say she was very preoccupied with her worries and nervous shuffling in the doorway.
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Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
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THE CAKE IS A LIE.
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I will keep applesauce in my end of the world bunker for forever.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:06 pm
The Yard
As they finished off the Undying, Daryn stood, his breathing calmed sufficiently to speak. Watching the Boss walk toward him, he straightened himself, hastily adjusting his glasses. This was it. Make or break. Had he actually managed to prove himself worth anything?
Holding himself as straight as he could, he listened to the Boss speak to him. In the back of his mind, he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd done well enough to earn not only his place in this facility, but the respect of Magnus, as well.
Daryn took the net and nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Sir. I hope to continue keeping our facility safe. Though, God willing, we won't need to."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:13 pm
[ The Yard ] "Man, that prospect is pretty scary too!" Monica said, shaking her head. And here she'd thought the place was pretty secure...
Well. It was secure. With the Boss here, and - ah! Someone was pulling at her shoulder. She whirled around, craning her head up to meet the face of - ah - Micky, the warden's assistant. Was she in trouble? Her eyes widened at the weird look on his face, but he was thrusting a sweater into her arms. Well - it wasn't like she was gonna say no to free stuff. It looked warm, though, which was lovely, until she turned it over.
But she was smart enough not to mention it. Hey, she was a Christian, too, even if not as devout as this guy was! "Wow, thanks!" she beamed at him. "This was, um, certainly unexpected..." Her voice trailed off, though, as his smile changed. This guy was pretty creepy. Scarier than the Boss himself, although she supposed the Boss had also picked him. Huh. "But I'll keep working hard!" As long as she could keep Corgi safe.
Monica HP: 36/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Big eyes. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:20 pm
[The Yard]
The weak smile was more than he'd ever gotten from The Boss before and he took it with a nod as they tossed out the garbage and he sighed heavily. "Sure thing Boss." Where is the damn celebratory beer? He thought, glancing back to where they were with a smile as one of the guys was handed a net. It was good to see for him as he tiptoed his way away from the crowd again, towards the table.
From the corner of his eyes he noticed the woman again, this time more plainly and he gave his sly smirk her way, not sure if she'd notice, but then he blinked at the sweater and contained a giggle as it was handed to her. For now he'd just let things settle, maybe she'd forget about what he'd said. The smile from the assistant finally made him lose his sly smirk. That smile... was that a smile? Kaethus couldn't look anymore...
Out of the frying pan and into the fryer.
It was the shadow that tipped him off, and that damn singsong tone and he shuddered. His brother towered over him and he felt the hit to the back of the head. Not particularly painful, but not something he'd forget and he hissed, rubbing at his head.
"Heeeeey." He started, staring up at his brother's eye that was looking through him like he'd burned a hole straight through his head. "I was waiting for you, as usual..." he muttered the last bit but coughed to clear his throat. "And the thing appeared. I did like I usually do but the damn thing kept coming so I got... involved." He chose the words carefully, but his shirt was telling the story his mouth couldn't as it was torn up from the hits he'd sustained.
"It wasn't anything more than a bar brawl, you know I can handle at least a bar brawl, right?" That part was true. True for when the bar brawl was on the other side of the room and he was too drunk to stand so people forgot he was there. Still, it was true-ish and that was close enough. "Whatever, it's gone now." His blue hues had to look away from that one imposing eye on him.
There was no getting out of this kind of trouble.
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Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal backround mostly in pickpocketing and shoplifting.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:26 pm
[The Yard] Magnus placed a hand onto Daryn's shoulder briefly, then moved on. He took a quick look around, trying to get a quick assessment of any injuries all the combatants had.
"Alright. Anyone who got hurt should make their way to the medical ward. Even small cuts can end up getting infected if not treated," he stated to the others. That creature had not gone down without a fight, after all. He saw some of others take a few hits from that thing. Needless to say, he was glad this undying plague wasn't infectious through bites or anything like that.
He turned towards Micky briefly eyeing that sweater he decided to hand Monica and just sort of slowly shook his head. Yeah. He was a fanatic, alright.
After that, he looked back to a number of others that had been lingering in the Yard.
"Now, can anyone tell me what happened? That Undying had to have come from somewhere. Did we lose someone?"
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:47 pm
[Yard]
"Pushed or jumped from the roof." Bing replied, hitching a thumb Adelaide's way. "She knows more about it."
Oh. Yeah. There was that wall. Bing winced as all his little cuts suddenly burst into sensory flame. Medical Ward was sounding really good right about now. As he shuffled toward the doors, he noticed one of the girls receiving a sweater from Micky. Bing felt a pang of jealousy, it looked warm, and here he was bare-chested and bleeding. The pang lasted until he saw the message that had been lovingly stabbed into the back.
...
She could keep it.
"Benji! I'm heading to the Medical Ward." he called out to the kid as he left.
[Exiting to Medical Ward]
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:48 am
[Mess Hall] (kitchen)
"Honey? Really? Good work!" Honey had it's uses, that was for sure. It was a nice, pretty jar, too. Shaun had found something remarkable.
Joy Ann was right, though. It wouldn't quite help make the cake fluffy. But... "What if we added oil and honey... and made a kind of honey cake? It wouldn't be a cake cake, but we already know this is a special cake."
She was working that idea over in her mind as Joy Ann voiced another concern.
"Well," Autumn said. "I think," she said this slowly as she was indeed thinking, "it would be alright. We just have to share it. I mean, most of these the ingredients we need can't really be eaten alone, right? So this way, they are not just being left to waste."
She looked from Shaun to Joy Ann, and then back again. "I think people could use a little pick me up, maybe. It has been a while since we had anything nice."
Autumn really liked the idea of cake.
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Character's name: Autumn Flint Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Female, 5'8", Dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:49 am
[Yard]
The only kind of pains Rufus was feeling after that fight that he'd coincidentally just missed, were hunger. His stomach rumbled something fierce, and when he checked his backpack all he found was a bottle of water. Useless.
He only had one weapon left... the smoulder.
Okay, this was an awful weapon to use on half the population, he knew. But he tried it. He had to. He was hungeez.
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Rufus is looking for anyone to trade! He needs food, and has water. If you are interested, PM me, we'll move this over to the Junkyard. :3 Trade has completed!
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Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 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
The Boss frowned deeply at this. Both of those prospects were troubling in their own right. If someone decided to jump, then the psychiatrists have missed some warning signs in terms of the mental health of the people here. If someone pushed them off... well. That wasn't really all that much better. It meant someone committed murder right on the compound.
In both cases, someone practically endangered everyone in the process. Magnus didn't like this at all. He went on to approach Adelaide.
"Tell me what you saw, exactly."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:36 am
[Yard]
It hadn't taken Rufus long to find someone who was willing to trade with him, and he'd taken Monica away from that creepy Warden's assistant and headed over by the Junkyard to do the deed (the trade, that is, don't get fresh). Within minutes before he was leading her back with an arm slung around her shoulder.
"Yeah, I saw that fight, looked real messy." He murmured in response to what she'd said just before they came back into their home faction. His arm slid off of her shoulders, and he plopped down on the ground in the middle of the yard, tipping an imaginary hat to her. "Make sure they patch you up real nice. Tell them Rufus demands they take good care of you."
This would mean nothing to the medical ward, if she followed his instructions. But it sure made him sound important. He chomped down on his potato happily, and gave her a satisfied grin.
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Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 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
Mia was going to go to the Yard, but found that he didn't want to go to the yard because other people went to the yard just to watch the zombies.
Mia didn't want to watch the zombies.
Eyeing the food warily, he talked to himself as he brushed his hands against his sides, almost like a little kid, until he caught himself and crossed his arms. He was cold, but he was also fidgety.
"It wasn't my fault. None of it was my fault." Half the time Mia didn't realize he was speaking until someone called him out on it, but he really wanted to find Third because Third made him feel like he was a real person and not someone to just be shoved in a corner. Third made him feel like he actually meant something.
Where was Third? Mia hadn't seen the man for quite some time, and a worrisome thought crept into his brain as he stopped walking and stared at the wall, not focusing on anything as the horror encompassed his mind.
What if Third had been turned into a zombie? What if he could never talk to him anymore except in zombie speak?
"The zombie language is impossible to learn because there are so many dialects and ways to grunt things, as well as in high pitches, because the human vocal cords are so vast and can mimic anything but not as well as some other things but maybe," He paused, his eyes growing sad, "Maybe we CAN learn it and we're just going about it the wrong way and saying the wrong things and that's the real reason the zombies are coming after us instead of just after our brains because all this time we've just been insulting them and their mothers and possibly their cousins and aunts and ancestors and they just want revenge."
He was rambling again...
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:44 am
[ The Yard -> Medical Ward ]
Monica had not been at all reluctant to leave Micky's clutches, although she'd found that she'd been taken from the arms of one fanatic to another...pretty weird guy. This one at least spoke her language, though: he was good-humored and seemingly prone to comical exaggeration. She could appreciate that in times like these.
"I sure will!" she beamed. This guy was a doctor? Or a nurse? Or something? She peered over his outfit again wonderingly. But it didn't matter much: she had to go, after all. "I'll see you 'round!"
She took another pull of her water and waved at him, raising her eyebrows a little in disbelief as he sat in the middle of the floor. Well, well! She supposed it was long past time to finally head over and get her injuries looked at, though. Then she could go see how Corgi and Greta were doing. And then...more target practice, maybe?
[ Exit to Medical Ward ] Monica HP: 36/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Big eyes. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 2:24 am
[The Yard]
The attack had happened so fast she hadn't really known what to do in the situation. She had no weapon of any sort, just her fists for the moment. It really did make her realize just how bad off she was at the moment. If she was going to keep surviving she would have to find a weapon and more supplies. She couldn't keep scraping by like she was. She had been in the middle of speaking to Max when the undying had suddenly shown up, and now that it had been dealt with...well she didn't really know how to continue on casually like she had before.
"I guess we all need a little excitement every now and then," she tried to laugh it off in hopes of masking her concern, but she wasn't sure if she had succeeded in hiding it or not.
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Totally missed the undying attack because I was playing Disney Scene It. sweatdrop
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 5:42 am
[Mess Hall]
“Well, I'm going to at least find them...” mused Shaun, “It's good to know that we've still got good stuff, and I bet we could make a case for making a treat today... And besides, it would be for everybody, right? Its not as if we're hoarding it for ourselves.” Sure enough, the bags were, as he'd thought, flour. “There's flour up here too.” he said, moving the bags to the shelf below, “Not the best place for them, I don't think.” After all, it was kind of dark and bleh on the top shelves. The next shelf was better.
“I hope we have oil. Can you even cook without oil?” he squinted, “Isn't there a thing of oil already tapped, in use, whatever you call it? I mean, its like, super-keeping industrial mystery oil, so I don't know if it would go in a cake. Unless its actually olive oil or something.”
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THE CAKE IS THE ONLY TRUTH.
Bring a little sugar to the prison
((You want to actually find some applesauce? =D Also, do you think they might already know each other?))
"Exactly. Sharing a treat, that's all it is. To bring everyone together and such things." Cake was always welcome in Autumn's book; it made people happy, didn't' it? "Lift the spirit and such things. Give everyone a moment to forget about what's going on out there." Things outside of their little haven were hell, after all.
"Oh. Excellent!" Autumn was glad they had the pantry to distract her from thoughts of the outside. Plus, it was very reassuring to see they had flour. You could do so much with flour... anything but eat it strait out of the bag. Which was why the cake was an excellent idea. "Another nice find!"
She set the honey down and resumed the oil search. "Quite so. The oil out there is a bit scary, and maybe recycled. It's probably some kind of vegetable oil, which might work. Though I think olive oil would be better for cake, or applesauce, if there is any hiding about in a corner." Autumn crouched to look on some of the lower shelves.
"I don't know. Joy Ann, do you think we could make do with the oil out there?" The other girl had been the one to suggest applesauce, after all. She might know.
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Character's name: Autumn Flint Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Female, 5'8", Dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
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((We dont' need to find applesauce, but it could be amusing. Applepuns. >> But we could also just use that 'industrial mystery oil' xD UP TO YOU GUYS. And...they have been there for a month already... so they might know names maybe? idk. xD ))
