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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 6:09 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Carolina Bishop
Minis account name: Syusaki
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Employment: hAHAHAH
Faction: District 1 ( Please try to keep with Onnie's Rook fight me Onnie! )
Character description: A short child with a big voice, Carolina knows what she wants and she won't hesitate to shout it out to make it known. As a lover of interesting facts, she knows quite a bit for someone her age and seems to have a thirst for knowing things. On the other hand, she tends to act like a know-it-all because of this. And although she tries to put up a brave front, she's really just a cowardly child in the end.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Some university students just don't realize how unwise it is to feed a child coffee. Carolina Bishop should have looked tired, lying sprawled in her mother's office as she waited for the professor to finish her meeting or whatever. Instead, wide eyes were staring with wonder at the cup of Starbucks a pair of students looking for Professor Bishop had bestowed upon her.
And now she was wandering around the tiny room with an empty paper cup in her tiny hands. "FOIL is for first and outer and inner and last and FOIL is to multiply out polynomials..." The girl was mumbling things to herself before tiring of looking at the paintings and photos and potted plants in the office, especially when the lights flickered off. That was so weird.
As long as she didn't talk to any strangers it would be fine, right? She peaked out the door and into the hallway. Empty. Nice! Carolina skipped out of the room and began trying the other doors, but all of the other offices were empty. Was everyone except her in this meeting right now?
She kept ambling down the hallway, even as she passed by sluggish students, some with hands on their stomach or sitting down in the corridor. This was normal. It must be "midterms" week, just like her mom always talked to her about!
Even the fighting was normal. She looked at the scattered strangers running away screaming until one of them had enough parental instinct to grab her wrists and drag her along with them. "Hey! Wait!" Carolina tried tugging away. "Mom said never to go with a stranger!!" she protested, but they'd already been locked into a supply closet.
"Stay here," they whispered. It was too stuffed for them both, so the university student shut the door and continued to run away.
Leaving her in the dark. Alone.
"Hello...?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 6:12 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Charlotte Dee "Shard" Williams
Minis account name: rockbender236
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Employment: Currently unemployed. Former U.S. Army Corp of Engineers -- demolitions specialist (medical discharge).
Faction: District 4 -- Mall
Character description:
+ US Army physically fit and trained
+ Excellent driver
- Phobic about silence...
- Currently unemployed because of combat wounds...
"Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! To her credit, she has seen and dealt with many odd circumstances in her 23 years in the military, and is thus hard to surprise. Conversely, her training with explosives has given her an intense dislike of silence and she often finds herself subconsciously humming or singing to herself. "Shard" has all the basic military training including knowledge of most small caliber weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. However, she didn't excel in anything but driving (she's great at Driving Offensively) and her work with explosives. She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand. In that moment she saw her life flash before her eyes and when she got the option to get out of the Army, she took it. Even though she's only been out three months, she's already regretting the move.
Do I own any characters in the shop? NO
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Shard sighed silently and shook her head trying to take in her situation. Her car, with all of her gear, was safely in the locked enclosure at the boat excursion dock at Cape Tango -- it should be safe. Sadly, it was an hour away from the Mall where she was now hiding, in the dim starlight under a glass dome, on the broad top of a kiosk that (*sniff* *sniff*) apparently was selling some kind of dried beef jerky. She hadn't remembered passing it while the lights were on, but since she was in Canada, it might be moose jerky.
As she strained to hear anything in the darkness, she was alarmed to hear the occasional far-off scream or crash. After several hours here, lying flat on her back, she was very concerned that she hadn't seen or heard any kind of aircraft or the heavy chunk-chunk of a military diesel. Obviously something had cut the town's power and was preventing it from being restored, but who was the Enemy doing it?
"Priorities, Shard!" she heard her military training shouting in her ear, "You're alone in Enemy territory... Gather information, weapons, water, food, and try to hook up with friendly forces!" Shard lay there quietly and thought. "I'm at the opposite end of the mall from the food court, but I *may* be hiding on top of most of a dried moose... there's no 'hunting store' here, but there's a sporting goods store somewhere to my left... the electronics mart will have a radio and flashlight, but I'll have to find it... As for friendly forces... I'll probably have to wait until sunup to start looking for them..."
Below her, Shard could hear an occasional inhuman shuffle as *something* went by, but she didn't dare to peak over the edge to look down and see. She was not quite yet able to take in the idea of even a limited "World War Z" scenario, and she was going to wait until daybreak to deal with that particular set of worms...
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 7:07 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZEROCharacter Name: Cerise Mitchell
Minis account name: angrybunny
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Employment: Student (B.A in art history with a minor in computer science, currently going for her masters)
Faction: 1 or 3, whichever you need people in most
Character description: +Clever, good at outside the box problem solving
+Stubborn, will see things out to the bitter end
-Stubborness makes her cling to lost causes in an effort fix them, and she takes it hard and personally if she can't
-Judgmental; first impressions are the most lasting ones, so if she meets you and thinks you're a frog, it will take a lot to convince her that you're actually prince charming
African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It had been a long day and a longer night, but staying until the librarian kicked her out after the power had gone out, muttering about zombie apocalypses and underground basements, had been worth it; Cerise was done, done, done with her first major project of the term. She deserved a beer to celebrate. Hell, she deserved two beers. She was considering the merits of heading to one of the many bars that lingered at the edges of campus like vultures waiting to take the money of eager and desperate college students versus doing something so plebeian as getting a six-pack. If she did the latter, at least she wouldn't have to put up with her drunken "peers."
Her course decided, she turned down the street towards her apartment and the 24-hour minimart, only to realize, somewhat belatedly, that the welcoming neon "open" sign was dark. In fact, it seemed like everything else was closed for the night, too. Well, she didn't need a drink that badly. Netflix and chill would be just as satisfying. Decided, she turned towards the apartment building she called home.
A few blocks later, she flattened herself against a wall to avoid getting run over by a couple of people who seemed to be fleeing in earnest from something. She watched them go curiously, frowning in confusion as one tossed over their shoulder, "Run! They're coming!"
Curious, but cautious, Cerise took a few steps down the street and abruptly stopped. A larger group of people--maybe a dozen, maybe more--were shuffling down the street. At first glance, they seemed harmless, slow-moving and just taking up space. Then a few more people tried to run down the sidewalk across the street, well away from the group. One of them fell, crying out, and suddenly the entire group, previously so sedate, at once perked up and rushed towards them with a quickness, descending on them like a swarm of locusts. Cerise heard them scream and scream and suddenly stop and then there was only the crack of bone and inhuman growls as the group devoured its prey. The people that had been with the victim seemed torn between trying to help their fallen friend or running and saving their own hides.
Cerise mentally wished them well as she turned and ran.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:34 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Daryn Skylar
Minis account name: Figment
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Employment: Secretary
Faction: District 2 - Prison
Character description:
A bit too tall and lanky for his own good, but tries to stay in shape, for the sake of his job. Fit but not fit. His dirty blond hair is kept short, to regulation. Chocolate brown eyes hide behind thick, square-framed glasses, just shy of legally blind without them. Daryn learns quickly, especially on technological things, though without constant application, he finds himself having to re-learn on a regular basis. Organization of information is one of his strong points, having to keep track of so many files around the prison. Because of being stuck with desk work so often, his reflexes and field experience is nearly non-existent.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It wasn't the lights going black that bothered him. It wasn't the screams of the people that got to him. Lights flickered sometimes. People were upset sometimes. Ones who thought they were brought in 'unjustly'. Of course, they never really had to deal with anything really deserving of time-served. A few months, at best.
No, what really bothered Daryn was all the paperwork he just lost. Hours of booking, of inventory, of evidence catalogue.
With an exasperated sigh, he slapped the side of the old, outdated mac on his desk. He thought he saw the screen flicker back to life, but it was just the last little bit of power escaping the cord. No, there was no fixing this. When the power came back up, he'd just have to figure out how to explain to his superiors.
Pulling his glasses away, he rubbed his temple slightly as he stood to find out exactly what was going on. Was this some sort of riot? A particularly rambunctious prisoner coming in? As he reached the window of their little room and caught sight, in the flickering... was that fire? Why in hell was the parking lot on fire? And the people running around... wiping his glasses on his shirt, he pushed them back on in time to see something resembling a bad halloween mask run past before being pulled to the ground by one of his coworkers.
Clearly there was some sort of pranking going on. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell all of this was, only to find a hand clasped firmly over his mouth as a few shadows passed along the wall they faced. This was... definitely not something he'd been briefed on.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:44 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Winnifred Opal Staford
Minis account name: GrnGriff
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Employment: Teaches at the University – Earth Sciences
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: +Patient: take your time, she can wait. +Optimistic: Everything will work out for the best in the end! | -Her Way or The Highway: Opal is stubborn, and when she thinks she's right, she KNOWS she's right. Don't argue. -Judgmental: Just because she's patient doesn't mean she isn't labeling you as make her wait.
Short, coming in at just a hair above five feet tall, she is small and tiny. This is something she is very happy about, since one of her hobbies is spelunking, and sometimes those passages are small.
Her other main hobby is collecting and organizing her rock collection. Everything from gemstones to marble to granite, she has it or she wants it.
She got into teaching since that allows her to share her love of the Earth… as well as offers ample chances to study it.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Winnifred Opal looked up from crystals scattered on her desk, blinking into the darkness. Apparently the power was out. Silence in the office, silence in the hall...not even the hum of the fan was there.
She sighed. It was either an outage, or some jokers playing around. Either way, not her problem. Her hand slid down the front of her desk, going over the drawers to the right. In the bottom most drawer she kept one small emergency kit. Next to it were a few flashlights and some magnifying glasses. All of which meant she had more than enough light to continue her examination of the crystals that someone had sent her.
Two hours later, when she'd finally finished cataloging everything, the power had not come back on. Still, not her problem. Someone would get around to fixing it, nothing to worry about.
Though it was a little eerie to walk down the dark and utterly silent halls (she was used to leaving a quiet building...but the silence was deafening this night). But as she ascended the stairs, climbing out of her basement den labeled "Geology", she did hear something. Sirens and alarms. Screams.
"Oh no!" Little Winnifred Opal ran up the stairs and out of the building to see what the matter was. Perhaps it had been a horrible accident? Perhaps, she thought as she ran out of the doors. Her foot caught on something.
"Ahhh!"
A person -no a thing -no a person- lay just outside the door. They looked like they should be dead. But dead things didn't move. It mumbled, it gurgled, and it reached for her.
"Cut this out, it isn't funny," the little geologist said as she climbed back to her feet. Clearly some students were out playing 'zombie'. "You might give someone a heart attack."
The zombie player just gurgled, losing a large amount of blood from it's dark mouth.
Winnifred Opal felt her breath catch as her mind realized just how... convincing that costume was. "Seriously, it's time to-"
A scream from behind her cut her off. It sounded so terrified. See, someone had just proven her point. Turning, Winnifred was about to call out and say something along the lines of "don't worry"... but it was then she realized that more zombie players were attacking someone.
"Hey now! You better stop that!" Winnifred Opal was not going to stand by and let anyone get attacked. She wished she'd brought her pick axe with her, but as it was, her purse would have to do. It did have rocks in it, after all.
One of the zombie players turned towards her, then another. Dead. They looked so very dead. It had to be a combination of the makeup an the darkness. They moaned, they gurgled, and as the woman they'd been attacking fell limp and bloody to the ground, a chill went up Winnifred's spine.
These people weren't messing around.
She swung her person at the nearest one...and with a sick feeling she realized it was not bits of make-up that fell off. It was flesh.
Winnifred Opal suddenly felt like the world had been turned on it's head. She'd seen all the films, and she was a little ashamed it had taken her quite so long to figure it all out. It had all been there, all the information. A virus, she'd heard about that. The silence... the sirens.... the alarms... the screams... the gurgles. The undead had risen, and she'd been working when it had happened.
One undead hand reached for her, and Winnifred Opal almost stood and fought. But even an idiot would know they were outnumbered.
She ran. She ran and ran, and climbed into a large dark building through a tiny dark window. She wanted to burrow into the building, the basement, the ground and hide forever.
Hopefully she'd be able to hide for at least a night.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 9:21 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Antoinette “Anton” Shepard
Minis account name: kaefaux
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Employment: College Student — Senior, Anthropology Major and Folklore Minor
Faction: District 1 University
Character description:
[+] Tactician :: Anton’s always a girl with a plan. She likes her planners, she likes her routes, she likes her time to plot out the best course of action. Anywhere from a rough outline to the day’s events she wants to accomplish, to plotting out timeframes for assignments, to scheduling in gaming practices. While she excels at time management over long-term assignments, Anton’s no slouch at analyzing situations on the fly to try and come out on top. Not always a success mind you—too many variables to account for if she’s not careful—but she can at least act like she knows what she’s doing when the going gets rough. For a little while, anyways.
[+] Companion :: If you need someone to shoot the breeze with or a shoulder to cry on, go find Anton. Strangers or long-time friends—heck strangers are usually treated like long-time friends—Anton’s the type who is always willing and able to have someone’s back. Very much the type to treat others as she’d wish to be treated, she took the “too make friends, you have to be a friend” mentality to heart from a young age.
[-] Brawler :: For all her good intentions, girl’s got a temper. Though she’s good at keeping it in check for a long stretch, even with her tell-tale signs of clenching her fists a lot or speaking with maybe a bit too tight of a voice, she’s still pretty good at keeping her relative cool. But when the girl hits her breaking point with stress and inability to control a situation, boy does she break. Her temper is an explosive one, with outbursts being long and loud until she’s run out of steam. Anything from screaming and cursing, to throwing fists if she gets revved up enough. Once she’s off on her rage, it’s best to let her take her own space and just exhaust herself so she call chill again. She’ll be pretty apologetic, but she’s lost a few friendships over the years for the nasty thoughts she’ll sling at them when she’s in a fit.
[-] Mercenary :: Anton’s always a girl with a plan… for her to get ahead of the pack. Though she’s got a moral compass, and generally tries to stay on the right side of the path like any moral citizen, her moral compass has a kinda faulty due North. Her top priority? Herself. Though she’s more than willing to help other people out when she can and be there for others, the moment someone else’s well-being puts her own goals or priorities into question, she’s quick to cut them out of her personal equation. She’s a bit more linnet to those she considers to be in her circle, her friends and chosen family, to the point that she will put a bit of her own goals on the line to help someone else out. But after going lax for an assignment or two? If even her best friend continues to be a hazard to her goals and keeps jeopardizing her plans, Anton won’t hesitate to take out the uncooperative element.
Physical: At 5’3”, Anton isn’t the most intimidating person on the block. Her bright red hair, green eyes, and I-don’t-tan-I-burn pale body might make for a classic picture with her temper, but for how she keeps her body as toned as her mind, she’s got it in her head she’s a force to be reckoned with. Her clothing is usually large sweaters and jackets over sportswear and comfy, sturdy boots with lots of padding in them. Though she’s got a thing for layering her tops, she likes to keep a general theme of movement around her. Or, y’know, cheap works too.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Anton stretched at her seat in one of the computer labs hosted by the library. With a roommate who was way too loud, doing her research papers for classes was kinda gauged impossible back at the start of the semester. Not that the redhead minded horribly, the privacy of the campus at night was sort of relaxing. In a Let’s-Ignore-Every-Horror-Movie-In-College-Campuses way. Music blaring in her ears from the earbuds it seemed most people sported these days around campus, she paid little mind to if anyone else was in the room still with her.
Hard to not notice though when the damn power went out. “Son of a— my paper!” Her voice shot through the dark illuminated by her cell phone screen, echoed by objections from others still in the library like her. Frustrated, she pulled out the flash drive she prayed held some earlier save she, hopefully, hadn’t made too long before the power went poof. Across her screen her fingers danced, sending warnings to her roommate she’d be back early and to clear her boyfriend out before she got there. Though the subsequent conversation was prolonged by waiting and then complaints about the interruption, Anton paid little mind to the darkened library around her.
Didn’t pay attention to the windows, or well… anything. Except when Trish began to send her texts of how weird people were being outside their residence.
Maybe Anton should wait a while before heading out.
Er. Maybe find another place to stay. Trish was beginning to regret staying at their place. Text flashed across her messenger from other friends. Soon talk of the virus began to appear. Similar content on social media, making her skin crawl despite how she kept trying to laugh the s**t off. This wasn’t World War Z, c’mon.
She hadn’t been watching the clock. In retrospect, Anton could figure maybe only thirty minutes or so passed before she heard glass breaking, though sitting in the dark bickering with her roomie whom was starting to freak her out, it felt far, far longer.
Someone started to scream, loud enough for even Anton to hear it over her music, pulling her earbuds out as she squinted through the dark. Someone was crawling through a first floor window of the library, grabbing another person and… doing something. That person was screaming. Screaming… cliche as hell, but bloody murder. Shepard lingered for only a moment, body frozen as she tried to not make sense of what she could barely see in the gloom phone screens tried to illuminated, yet at the same time her brain filling in the blanks with grotesque additions that made her stomach heave.
Survival of the fittest. Wasn’t that always how it went? She grabbed her bag, and she bolted for the back entrance.
Trish wasn’t picking up her phone. Neither was Anton’s sister, or uncle or aunt. Or anyone. People were texting yet not responding, posting stuff online yet not at all helpful at figuring out what was going on.
People blocked her paths and she kept having to deviate. Kept moving up, sometimes only after going over other people. The screaming never stopped around her, and god help her, she kept trying to call her loved ones. Sneakers slammed into the stairs and down halls as she ran, trying to keep doors shut behind her—locked, if she could. Trying to figure out how to… hide? Get secure? Should she have run into the streets? Locking herself up in a classroom wasn’t hard. Barring the door with stuff inside the room was even easier. Shutting off her phone. Losing that last light. Losing that last connection to the world that wasn’t screaming and bleeding and… a nightmare.
That was hard.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 9:26 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Harper Caine
Minis account name: hanginggallow
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Employment: Graphic Design Masters Student – Works part time on campus
Faction: District 1
Character description:
5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in something unusual.
Skills: Xacto knife cutting, running, swimming, and drinking an unhealthy amount of caffeine.
History: Harper grew up with her father and her younger sister, their mother being dead for quite some time now. It wasn't big and didn't have tons of money but it was rather happy family to grow up in.
Harper is bold, she has no issue in voicing her opinion no matter the situation and taking charge when no one else seems to be interested in it. She tends to look at the world in the view of if you don’t try you don’t know if you can succeed or not and leans more on the optimistic side of life. She is particularly loyal and/or caring to those she feels she is responsible for and would do what she can to keep no one from being left behind even willing to advice to help those. She can be a bit impatient not always willing to wait around for something to happen but she would insist on taking action first. Also it would be best to avoid her bad side, its one thing to insult her or criticize her but she is vindictive to those she considers a risk and or threaten the lives of others.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It wasn’t unusual for the lights to go out in the studio, the older building was prone to lights flickering off and on and it didn’t help that the screen printing materials were located in the semi basement rooms. A few other students murmured as Harper pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app and continued to work as if nothing was wrong. It wouldn’t be long she figured for the lights to flicker back on and everyone would go back to what they were doing. The voices started to grow, outside on the campus while some of the other students grew restless with the still remaining darkness, a few doors above slammed heavily as the faint footsteps of someone running down the hallway echoed to below. Raising a brow started to reach for her bag shoving a few of the art supplies she had scattered on the table back in. Swinging it over her shoulder she headed towards the door ignoring the questions of that arose from the underclassman, one of them started to sob as the first thought of rumor of maybe a shooter running rampant. Pushing it open slightly Harper poked her head out looking down the eerie hallway as a voice screamed through the silence of the hall from outside. A figure ran past the door, a few others followed later behind moving in a more erratic fashion, one pausing almost as if trying to look into the darkness of the small window giving Harper an uneasy feeling.
“Hey guys… I think we should…” Her words were cut off as the sound of glass shattering behind her and a body rolled onto the table next to the window and landed with a thud to the ground. It groaned as a few of the other braver students ran over to check, something that sounded like gurgling could be heard as the body grabbed hold of someone. Everyone else in the room screamed, another figure grasped at the now torn blinds, blood ran down from his mouth as he continued to mutter unrecognizable words. Before Harper could say a word chairs screeched across the floor as students charged the door, shoving her to the cold floor as the raced down the hallway. Harper sat there for a moment staring, her eyes watching in horror as one of the unfortunate students crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud. The man from the window jumped, growling as she found the strength to get to her feet and to run. She ran towards the stairs not hesitating as she flung the door open and ran down the hallway. Her mind fumbling as she tried to remember the door, the janitor closet, she had to hide.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 9:48 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Raffin Lambert
Minis account name: kuromizuki
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Employment: Psychologist
Faction: District 4 - Mall or District 2 - Prison
Character description: Strawberry blonde hair, wavy and shoulder length; always pulled back into a neat ponytail at the base of his neck. Pale green eyes, a narrow face, and a long, lean body built more for defense than offense. Rounded shoulders, evidence of a great deal of leaning over, are an indication that he spends much of his time standing or sitting at a desk or a table. He dresses well, but comfortably, without any of the frivolities associated with someone in his position.
( Gregarious, cheerful, calm, rational, loyal, obsessive, impatient, prideful, stubborn. )
Raffin is an intensely focused and very dedicated individual. One of those people who won't stop until they finish what they've started, this can often be a bad thing, because he lets things get to him. To Raffin, everything has a proper solution - it's just a matter of looking until you find it. When no solution can be found, it usually makes him upset with himself, because he feel as though he is inadequate if he is unable to come up with an answer to a question.
This, however, also makes him to be a loyal friend. His trust in those he cares for is solid and it would take a great deal to switch his beliefs. He is not black and white in his viewpoints, but keeps his mind open so that he is able to stay as loyal as he is. Raffin's heart is kind and he wants to be able to understand those he is around. This isn't always easy, but he is a dependable human being.
Raffin prefers structure and simpleness, though he doesn't object to things other than that. His tastes lie in the ease and comfort of something explainable. He enjoys learning as much as he can about anything and everything, and will go to great lengths to discover the meaning behind something.
He is not physically strong, but mentally he is intelligent and level-headed. He does not act rashly, nor does he do anything without giving it careful thought beforehand.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No Yes
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: To Raffin's credit, the social experiment was going quite well.
He supposed this was due to any number of reasons, from the way that his subjects were reacting, to his own - admittedly rather impressive - intellect and the situations that he had set up for said subjects to participate in. Raffin quite liked sitting in the the other room, making notes off of a clipboard and wondering whether or not he'd have to do yet another experiment in order to get the proper results necessary.
But this was not one of those times, not really. He was not in a classroom, after all, nor his rather pleasant office in the midst of the city.
Instead, he was crouched in the hallway of his office building, peering around the doorway of a conference room and debating whether or not it was an adequate place to hide. Raffin had been searching for the better part of five minutes now, and he was starting to think that there was no end in sight to his scurrying attempts at keeping out of the way of everyone.
There were people in the room, one of them snarling and bloody.
"Ah," said Raffin. "Well, then."
Screams echoed down the dimly lit corridor, the lights above his head flickering as one - then all - of them went out. They had all been changed just the day before, but he supposed something must have happened to the electricity itself, or perhaps the generator had failed them. There was nothing now, except shadows that stretched out across the floor and the sounds of Raffin's co-workers yelling and the pounding of feet.
Really, Raffin thought, as he ran across to another room, narrowly avoiding someone - or something - lurching his way, this was not how he'd planned his day to go at all.
If only he had his clipboard.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:30 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Michael "Micky" Miller
Minis account name: samuality
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Employment: Freeloader
Faction: District 4 Mall
Character description: A loose-fitting v-neck and faded, torn jeans are is go to outfit, both pieces well-worn in and comfortable. His hair is too long for someone his age, half tied in a ponytail with a blonde dye-job in desperate need a root-touch up. Despite having no apparent income, he's got several piercings - one on his lip and four in his ear.
Carefree - Mickey does what he wants, when he wants. The ability to give no ****, or at least the ability to appear so, is what makes him tick. It's why he refuses to get a job, and spends most of his days loafing around his crummy basement apartment playing first-person shooters and the rest of his time using what little money has leftover on the dollar menu at the food in the mall next door. It's not a glamorous life, but it's easy.
Lazy - The downside to being so carefree means that he rarely invests in himself in anything, or anyone. How useful someone is dictates how much he cares, and while he might be struck by a passing whim, for most things, he ends up getting bored and moving on to something else.
Heart - He does have a heart and means well for other people, beneath all the layers of cynicism. And while he might have a problem motivating himself to care, it doesn't mean it's impossible. It's just tucked beneath so many layers and walls of defence, that rarely does his true feelings ever make it to the surface.
Angry - For the most part, Micky comes off as carefree, absent-minded even. But his buttons are particular and easily pressed and once he gets riled up, he has a hard time calming himself down. This problem is greatly exacerbated by drinking.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
He'd be only a few hundred points away from the last achievement he needed. Swearing, he chucked his controller to the floor, stomping around his one room apartment in frustration.
"200 points left and now you choose to go out, SURE!"
The power had impeccable timing, and no matter how much he flipped the switch on the wall, nothing happened. It wasn't that big of a deal really, but still, he was pissed. Now he'd have to do it all over again, and putting in that much effort went against every fibre of his being. He groaned, wondering what had happened. It wasn't like it was calling for a storm or anything, and it'd been a long time since he'd knocked out the breaker. He kicked a few things laying around his floor, mostly garbage, before he finally calmed down to realize that there was a large amount of noise coming from outside, sirens and yelling and such.
Shrugging on a light jacket, he made his way outside, intending to join the rest of the lookie-loos in what was surely a stupid car accident or something that had messed with the power lines. Instead what he found was utter chaos.
The street was packed with cars for as far as he can see, and even as he came to the sidewalk, people were shoving past, everyone seemingly terrified.
Micky had a few expletives in mind to describe the situation.
He also, of course, had no idea what was going on. It was like a scene from some post-apocalyptic movie, like zombies and all that crap.
Except it is, apparently, like zombies and all that crap.
To his left, he has the pleasure of witnessing a woman, her mouth frothing red, rip into the neck of some guy. Mickey doesn't stay to watch, or to try and figure out why the people behind the crazy woman are walking so strangely. He's seen enough movies, he's played enough games and he's getting the hell out of there.
His apartment is useless, and probably could be broken into by a two-year-old, so he abandons it. It's not like it had anything of any real value in it anyway. He finds his pace, moving at first along the street but as the crowds get larger, angrier, and more terrified, he falls back to the alleys, routes he only knows so well through many a drunk walk home. His cell phone is in his pocket, but he doesn't worry about it - he needs to hide himself, and there's no one he cares about enough to call.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:52 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Ruia Abreu
Minis account name: amasis
Age: 24
Gender: female
Employment: n/a
Faction: District 1 University
Character description: of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes. Amiable and tries to be helpful--very meticulous in the structure and premise of her work. However, she is also a bit short-sighted when it comes to implementation. Prone to irritation and snappishness when interrupted.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Ruia felt a chill go through her when the lights went out, the nighttime making it immediately obvious when it happened. She had been winding down for bed for a morning class, not looking forward to getting up with the sun. She had never been an early riser. Now it seemed like she wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon anyway.
She had her wallet, her cellphone, and... not much else. Hopefully she wouldn't need much else, but she did have the thought that perhaps grabbing a bludgeoning weapon would have been a good idea. Perhaps she would find something as she went. ... Yes, hopefully she would find something as she went. With the people--she hoped that was the right word for them, told herself it was the right word for them what else could it be--stumbling about and frothing at the mouth, Ruia was not pleased with the idea of having to face them on her own with no way to defend herself...
Defending herself? She needed to get away, first! Ruia spat something unkind and ran for cover. She wanted no part of the infection she was hearing about. When everyone else panicked, she was caught in the throng and had well lost track of which ways she'd turned when she found herself separated out. And so she found a nook, sandwiched in a corner behind a dumpster, crouching and trying to hold her breath while everything fell apart around her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 11:22 pm
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Wataru Sugimoto
Minis account name: thyPOPE
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Employment: Harried taxi driver, part time blogger/crossplayer.
Faction: 3 Apartments. If he needs to be moved, please keep him with the following people, unless they're in district 2 - my other character is in district 2, so. Basically as long as I can play with them I guess?? [leon_a_darkangel's Lennard "Lenny" Manchester, Katanari's Sawyer Hayes, KitsuneAura's Renita Hayes, quite uneventful's Oscar Owens]
Character description: Caustic and unashamed of it, Wataru isn't the most pleasant taxi driver ever. But then he figures most people don't really tip their drivers, anyway, and a lot of them are going for cheaper services these days. Wataru's pretty upset by it. Go figure. So, he has an excuse, right? If the answer is no for you, then go away. He doesn't need you in his life.
Anyway, he's a standoffish, unambitious jerk with a strange streak of altruism - he doesn't want to change the world (it'll never happen, he says, unconvinced - for the most part the status quo is good enough for him, no matter his opinion on injustices or atrocities. If that makes him a d**k, then so be it.), but he cares a lot about the little things and the little people. Sometimes the world is just shitty, and he doesn't want to actively make it shittier. But he also doesn't want them falling all over him. It's a hard line to walk! He's a meticulous, detail-oriented guy (which makes a ton of sense given his hobbies, which notably include cosplay) with a knack for problem-solving, though, even if he has to admit he's pretty bad in crowds.
Wataru's a pretty tall guy, standing at around 5'11" 180cm with choppy hair that's meticulously bleached Asian red-orange (you know the color) whenever he notices his roots fading in. Day to day he dresses in turtlenecks and jeans, preferring to cover as much of his body as possible. His deepest secret is that he's fond of elaborate crossplays. Shut up. At least he owns it. (Also, it's the subject of his blog, so it's not that secret.)
+ detail-oriented
+ altruistic
- caustic
- complacent
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: If someone asked later, he'd say it was the kids' faults. Nah, the kid's fault, single.
Because in the end, it always came down to a drunk college age kid in the back seat of his car, right? This one was purple-haired and spectacularly smashed: a sight that, when he could peek at it in his rearview mirror, he was beginning to associate with regret (never mind his own head of unnaturally-colored tresses). Why had he ever let this shining beacon of humanity into his car? Oh, right - pure greed. Also, he'd felt a little sorry for her standing on the curb.
And now, look at what he'd gotten himself into. Halfway through this stupid ride, Delta had gone dark and it was a little scary. It'd never looked like this in his memory: lights off, sun down, and not just in a tiny isolated neighborhood. This was the case everywhere in the city. No street lights, no stop lights - Wataru was only sure he knew where he was going because of his car's lights, and, well, these apartments were a pretty common destination. At least with the speed he was able to progress through the city he'd be raking it in at the end of this ride.
Sheesh. There was something wrong with the city tonight, and it wasn't just the unannounced, inexplicable blackout. It seemed like everyone was a rowdy reveler, stumbling clumsily down the streets and - and running up to his cab to tap noisily at the window. "Can't you see I've got a ******** passenger?" he mumbled, shooting glares in the mirror at both Drunk Girl and the person knocking in equal measure. Was her lack of posture encouraging abject stupidity? When he'd gone to college you definitely didn't run onto the street to summon a taxi.
He had to swerve handily to avoid someone - someones - running out in front of him, waving their arms like they were possessed. "Was there a giant city-wide rave or something?" he asked. ********, he couldn't see. What was wrong with that person's anatomy?
Stop judging, Sugimoto, Wataru reminded himself. People exist who are - what the ******** was a growing number of people running and screaming, and a lot of them looked somewhere beyond inebriated. The way they were stumbling about was completely ******** up, like it came out of a stupid Left 4 Dead cutscene. Cars were crawling onto the streets, and then they were not. "********," said Wataru. They were almost there: it was on the next block. "I think..."
Would she even get the reference? "I sincerely hope that you actually buckled that seat belt," Wataru said, and slammed his foot down on the gas. Those were either zombies or zombie runners who were better at the costuming thing than Wataru could even imagine, and, well...Wataru was pretty good at costuming himself.
"This is the right place, right?" he asked. But it didn't actually matter: he was already shooting out, straight into the foyer. Keys, wallet? Check. Everything else in this car? Well, it didn't really matter at this point. He slammed his door shut and locked it the moment he could confirm she was outside. "We need to ******** - " he began, and then he just ran for it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:18 am
(If I'm still able...)
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe
Minis account name: chirigami
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Employment: Unemployed. Student. Ranter on Tumblr.
Faction: University (1) or Mall (4)
Character description: Lease (as she likes to be called, even with the spelling) is a solid 5 foot tall, slightly overweight girl. Her hair hasn't been its natural auburn in a few years and is currently a deep purple with teal undertones. Its short and asymmetrical, with her bans covering her eyes - a nod to the old emo days. She dresses in an odd mix of hipster fashion - scarfs, tight leggings or jeans - with what she thinks to be edgy - safety pins and spikes on jackets. And piercings.
- Resourceful, both with her hands and also with finding information
- Credulous in many ways, and latches onto Tumblr causes and opinions
- But gets damn passionate about them, and is loyal for... weeks at least!
- Can be rather loud, especially when speaking her mind
- Confident in doing so...
- Also a little nosy, and gets into people's business sometimes
Do I own any characters in the shop? yup!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
She would have hoped being there that late at night wouldn't result in any sort of problems. No one to walk by her, no one to bother her. Quiet enough for her to actually take off her headphones and just listen to the stillness as she scrolled through her Tumblr feed and set her queue for the next day.
The light overhead suddenly went out, however. There hadn't even been a flicker, it was simply out and the somewhat steady wifi her phone had managed to find had promptly vanished as well. And it was suddenly just so quiet. Not like before where it just seemed everything was buzzing slightly. Lease looked up, realizing just how dark it had gotten without the pockets of light overhead. Lame, she thought to herself at first, snorting with an eye-roll. They had never shut off everything before. Were they trying to prove a point? Or push out those like her who had every right to be sitting there at 10 pm? She went back to her phone, stealing off the last moments of battery she would ever see.
A few minutes passed and suddenly there were people running towards her. "What the..." She didn't move, her confused gaze on the few that ran directly near her, narrowing her eyes when they got just a little too close. (So close to triggering...)
Infected! She heard yelled out in an overly dramatic fashion. Something about the virus, something she had been told not to believe about because it was just a product of the government. Sheep, she concluded about these people as they shot past her in their panic. Such an eye-roll moment, she'd have to account for this tomorrow. Maybe even get a video. Evidence of the stupidity of the masses. Lease shuffled through her apps and just as she held up her phone and pressed play, she felt herself yanked backwards and pulled. "Hey!" She yelled, looking for the dickwad who dared to handle her without her permission.
Infected! She was being told again, directly from one of the herd. Mauling. Attacking. Bits and pieces of a conversation and nothing making sense. Lease tried to struggle out of his grip, or at least keep her phone up as her little bench suddenly got a little overrun by some male taking advantage - from the looks of it - of some poor female (he seemed to be attacking her head a lot.. with his mouth). The girl hissed, "let me go, s**t for brains! None of that is real! Let me go! You are barring on my rights! No means no!"
He didn't seem to listen, told her he was trying to help. Trying to save her. Pulling her towards a cluster of other scared individuals who were just as brainwashed as the others.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 12:24 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Renita Hayes
Minis account name: KitsuneAura
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Employment: Secretary/Student
Faction: District 3 Apartments ((I'd like her to be grouped with Katanari's Sawyer Hayes, leon_a_darkangel's Lenny Manchester, thyPope's Wataru Sugimoto, and quite uneventful's Oscar Owens, please!))
Character description: Renita is a confident and practical woman, one who looks at the world as a set of problems to solve and has enough faith in her own abilities to know that she can handle anything thrown at her with enough time and hard work. She prefers to do things as efficiently as possible, which has an unfortunate side effect of making her seem more than a little bossy. She generally doesn't intend to sound condescending or anything (with some exceptions), she's just so sure of her own plans that she assumes others will be able to appreciate them just as well with some direction. She's also quite stubborn and willing to argue her point until the end of time if she feels she needs to. She might hold her tongue if it benefits the situation to get it over with, but she won't forget and she will continue the conversation later.
Physical: Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters and high heels. The heels, unfortunately, have been abandoned in light of her new circumstances.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Renita pulled open the door of her car, stooping to poke her head in as she searched the floorboards for any loose paper. There'd been homework for one of her final classes that she'd planned to work on tonight, but once she'd popped open the folder to get started, the instruction sheet had been nowhere to be found. Brightening a bit at the sight of it over on the passenger's side, she slipped into driver's seat and leaned over to catch hold of it. As she sat up, the world went dark, suddenly, all except for the light of her car. A power outage?
Getting out and letting the car door close behind her, she gave her eyes a moment to adjust, and soon found that the darkness was moving. Shapes ran down the street, and as her mind sorted through that she became aware of distant shouts and screams. Somewhere nearby the night was lit by the glow of fire. Swallowing hard, she moved towards the street, tried to flag someone's attention. "Excuse me, is there- Hey! What's going on?"
All she got was a muttering, something about an infection, but there was no time to sort through it because there was someone else lurching out of the darkness of an alley towards her, their face smeared with...oh God, was that blood? When they rushed her, she turned on a heel and fled for the safety of the apartment building. She stumbled on the doorway of the apartment building entrance, and kicked off her heels as she realized what had tripped her up. She loved those stupid shoes, but they weren't worth her life.
There were uneven footsteps behind her, and she heard someone call out a question from the lobby, but she all but flew down a hallway, racing for a stairwell and taking it up towards her shared apartment. Her fingers fumbled clumsily over her keys in the dark, but she finally got the door open and stepped in, closing and locking it back. As sounds of chaos carried up from outside, she pressed her back to it, reaching for her cell phone. The call to police didn't go through. Sliding down to a sitting position and drawing her knees to her chest, she tried another number. "Come on, Sawyer, pick up, please pick up. Why couldn't you have stayed home tonight?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 2:13 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Lennard "Lenny" Manchester
Minis account name: adarkangel
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Employment: Security detail at the local airport. He works primarily graveyard shifts several times a week.
Faction: 3 Apartments, ((hanging with Katanari and a few others like KitsuneAura, quite uneventful or anyone else we might end up with as thyPOPE mentioned preferably regardless of district!))
Character description: Lennard is a quiet and rather serious young man. He doesn't take kindly to bullshit and doesn't mind getting aggressive in the face of adversity. In truth, he's usually a pretty genuine and laid back guy, but he isn't above being intimidating and using his physical presence to handle a situation. He's a man of a few words, and prefers to get to the point rather than beat around the bushes. Yet he knows when he's in over his head.
He is extremely self-critical and is his own worse enemy. Lenny is a gamer at heart, and enjoys escaping reality from time to time. In addition he is rather meticulous, and thorough about what he applies himself too. This tendency borderlines on obsessive as he likes to completely and fully immerse himself, and it is all consuming. He likes things 100% completed before moving onto the next task. He prefers the relaxation of getting lost in a good tabletop games or video games of any kind really, and happens to be an avid collector. He owns a large variety of systems, games and controllers all stored in his apartment.
Working security while not his original idea of a career goal has helped shape him up into a confident adult. Something he had lacked growing up and all through-out his high-school career. He's hoping to attend college for programming some day in the future, but had been working to support himself. Rent is split between himself and his roommate respectively.
Positive: Confident , Genuine, Serious,
Neutral: Meticulous, Quiet
Negative: Self-Critical, Aggressive, Obsessive
Physical: Lennard has thick, dark auburn hair that is a rather on the fluffy, if not down shaggy medium length. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles and a fairly athletic build. When not in slacks and work uniform he loves nothing more than a casual comfy outfit to hang out and chill in front of a video game in. He owns a few pair of running shoes as he was regular avid jogger, before the events of late anyway.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Yes one!
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Lenny was supposed to go into work tonight, but with all the panic about the virus going around even the airport didn't need him tonight which he thought was odd. They said the shift was covered, and to come back tomorrow night. Sighing having been more than ready to start his shift, having even left a bit early to grab some dinner he found himself wandering home. What was even the big deal with this outbreak nonsense? No one he knew had gotten sick; it all seemed like a bunch of bullshit really. Maybe it was some kind of lame human rabies or something. Whatever the case was, he'd just go play some video games at home. As he hopped off the bus, he stretched tiredly.
As he started to cross the street, he slipped his cell out to check the time. The clock read 9:59PM. He would never forget those exact seconds as the clock rolled over to 10. Eerily, all the lights in the neighborhood mysteriously powered off. It was pitch black outside, and a cool breeze rustled his hair. "The hell...?" He muttered under his breath.
It was like a switch had been thrown. There were still people outside, but some of them he noticed were walking strangely. They were erratic movements, like they were stumbling. A bunch of drunk kids maybe? Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise he frowned as he opened his phone, looking for the flashlight button. Clicking it on, he illuminated first the ground then raised it up to see what was around him. Instantly he wished he hadn't. A face turned to him and there was something REALLY wrong with them. Blood oozed in a foamy mess from their mouth.
The soulless void for dim eyes that almost made him scream. It was enough that it had him running, seeing as a hand was outstretched towards him. Flipping off his light he booked it. Someone was screaming, he could hear wet ripping noises as they were being assaulted by one of the drunk people. "What the ********?! I'm out of here!" He bolted, running away as fast as he could towards his apartment complex. Flying up the stairs, he hoped to leaving behind the awful scene. He frantically dug for his keys, and darted inside, locking the door immediately.
Even his apartment was dark; the game he'd left running was powered off much to his irritation. The second he got in, he went looking for his roommate Oscar. "Dude! There's some crazy s**t going down outside." He sat down on his buddies’ floor, staring blankly across the wall as he pulled his hood up and shivered. Whatever was going on, he made the other promise him they'd stick together. It was too weird otherwise, he didn't want to mess with one of those bloody weirdos after-all!
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 3:04 am
ENTRY LOG: DAY ZERO
Character Name: Sawyer M. Hayes
Minis account name: JackGreen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Employment: Student / Local Menace
Faction: 3 Apartments (Requesting to stay in a group with Aura, Leon, Quite, and Pope.)
Character description: Sawyer is the devil incarnate... metaphorically speaking of course, though the real deal might be hard pressed to keep up. There's no nice way to go about it it; Sawyer is a downright malicious person with almost no redeeming qualities. While she may appear friendly, she is something of a social chameleon. She excels at blending into different scenes and assuming “character roles”. Her performances tend to be highly immersive, as she changes everything from her mannerisms, to her dress, to her method of speech. She is fully capable of playing nice, though if she does it is only ever a part of a set up. With little empathy for others, she has no qualms over manipulating a situation.
Most times, Sawyer is a little manic. Fearless in the face of danger, she will take on anyone or anything. While this can prove detrimental, with Sawyer's no holds barred attitude it more often makes her dangerous. She is unafraid to take things to the extreme, and cannot be beat as far as one-upmanship goes. In general, Sawyer has an obstreperous nature. To say that she is rebellious would not be right, because how she evades authority is not deliberate and nor is she interested in overthrowing the status quo. She does tend to slip under the radar however, and lives a lawless existence.
Sawyer is pretty weird about certain things: cats crossing her path, how many times a sheet of paper is folded, what kind of jam goes on wheat bread versus what kind goes on white bread... It is hard to say whether she is superstitious or just a**l.
Other relevant titbits: While there is no room for compassion in her blackest of black hearts, she is rather possessive. With a tendency to claim people, Sawyer does not appreciate anyone infringing or damaging her property. If she feels threatened, she can turn hostile very quickly. For the most part though her behaviour is erratic. She has a wide network of connections across the city. Some of these connections are like-minded fellows, sociopathic anarchists with too much time on their hands, but most are people she can use. As she often lies, cheats, and steals, her reputation is less than savoury. She does however don the demeanour of a saint too good for this Earth when in the company of her sister, Renita.
Strengths: manipulative, manic
Flaws: malignant, unmanageable
Physical: Sawyer is 5' 6", the same as her older sister. She has pale skin with an alabaster glow, a flat frame, narrow brown eyes and purple-dyed hair that is shoulder length, wavy, and flips out at the bottom. Her bangs have been cut in a jagged line over her eyes. While she may wear any assortment of clothes depending on what she has in mind for the day (or night), she tends to dress casual. Billed caps, baggy jackets, cargos and sneakers are her go-to outfits. She may also wear jewelry, though nothing fancy. Simple pendants, bangle bracelets, and cuffs are the extent of it.
Do I own any characters in the shop? No
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Renita had warned her to be careful. Renita had said time and time again to avoid getting too wild. Renita had known the consequences for fooling around. She knew what was best to succeed in life. But in the end, what was best was boring success or no. Sawyer had gone full-steam ahead (or rather six full shots ahead) with a group of her peers and gotten completely smashed. This was not her first time being drunk, nor would it be her last. She was determined that she would beat the alcohol or the alcohol would beat her.
At this point however, Sawyer was ready to concede a temporary defeat.
WIP DON'T READ.
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