Maria stumbled a moment at the hard slap to her shoulder, but it also proved to ground her for what she had just done. Sending Adelaide a fleeting smile, she rushed to the ward considering quite a few were heading there as well. Since the outbreak, she had some nice first-aid training and wasn't afraid to help clean up some cuts.
[ Medical Ward ]
As she entered in, she saw two others who seemed to be quite cut up. Putting on her brightest smile, she nodded to the two and eyed them over. The girl looked quite keen, and the man was huge. It was no surprise that both jumped head first into the scuffle, although she wasn't entirely sure for their reasons.
"Bandages and antiseptic are over here if you need them. I am afraid I can't help too much beyond that, but I'm pretty good at wrapping things up." She called out with a bit of a chirp to both of the people in the ward as she moved and began to treat her own cuts.
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:48 am
[ the yard ]
Looking on with satisfaction as Maria went to take care of the combatants, Adelaide turned to the warden.
"Didn't see much," she reported. " I was with Maria and Sparkle Eyes over there," she gestured at Cory, "in the medical ward. Next thing I know, something streaks past the window on the way down. I look out, I see this mangle body of some poor b*****d two floors below. By the time I got down there, they'd gotten turned, and that's when I started yelling."
Adelaide pressed her lips together grimly. "Couldn't tell you if they fell on purpose or not; didn't hear a scream or anything, just the thud. But my guess is at the very least, someone was fooling around on the roof."
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Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially.
Well s**t, he had missed all the fun. Vayne shook his head and looked around, rather disgusted with himself. There was an attack and he hadn't been able to kick off some energy and join in killing the rather dead thing.
Well there was nothing doing now. He had to just find something else to do. He looked around and grabbed a basket ball and started dribbling checking to see if there were any nets still standing. One good thing about the rec yard was that there was at least a bit to do out here.
Tossing the ball at the hoop he glanced around, nope still nothing else happening. Why did he miss all the fun. The only amusing thing, was that a parachute dropped near him.
Wait.. parachute. Sweet, and since it was near him it was his! He had scored some chips. Too bad they were plain...
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Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 Character's survival stats: William VayneView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6' 140lbs or pure energy. His hair is pale blond, and he is covered in pierceings . His cold golden eyes are always seeking details and memorizing what may come in handy later.
Vayne's punk style shows just how much he disdains mainstream, and his attitude fully reflects all of that being rather cold. He ignores anything that he doesn't like and has snide comments ready. He is very attentive though, taking notes in his mind and paying attention to details that most would care very little for.
Negatives: Sharp attitude that is off putting. Ignores anything that he doesn't care about
Positive: High energy, able and willing to do dangerous things to get stuff done Keen eye for details, able to pick up hints and clues.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:11 am
The Yard
He watched the Boss turn and start questioning those around him on what exactly had happened with the thing. In all of the commotion, he'd completely forgotten about the ladies he'd been speaking with. Well, not really speaking with. More like stumbling into. At least he hadn't made a fool of himself like that in front of Magnus.
Rushing back to where the women were seated, he attempted a charming smile. "Hey. Sorry. You guys alright?"
~Kiana_Nala~
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Character's name: Daryn Skylar Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Daryn Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Avatar representation
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:40 am
She'd hung back in the confusion, unsure whether to act or not. By the time she'd decided, the whole thing was over.
"Yeah, I'm good." Sylvi nodded absentmindedly before focusing in on the guy who'd stumbled into them with a sharp look, "shouldn't you be more worried about yourself?" Her voice was slightly sharp, but it was worry making it so. It wasn't a pleasant thing to watch people fight something that could conceivably kill them. "Do you need any patching up? I can manage the basics, at least."
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
FigmentWolf
~Kiana_Nala~
if Noah is still here
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:32 pm
The Yard
Daryn looked to her and laughed weakly, "Oh. Ah. Nah. I'm-"
He stopped when he noticed the scrapes covering his hand and upper arm. When did this happe-oh. That mouth-type-thing... and claws... it had claws... That... was not how he'd intended this to end.
Face flushing slightly, he realized what would happen if he'd not noticed those when he did. If this got infected... what if it already was? Could it get infected that fast? He had the most minimal medical training, which was really none at all. He knew how to stick a bandaid on things, but that was the extent of it.
"Yeah... maybe... I should get to the med wing..." A little dazed, now, from the sudden realization, he gave a weak smile to no one in particular. More to just reassure himself.
Ephebe
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Character's name: Daryn Skylar Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Daryn Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Avatar representation
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:43 pm
The Yard
He was absolutely not fine. Sylvi's lip curled, and she stepped forward to get a firm but gentle grip on the guy's shoulder. "Okay, that's it, we're heading off to the med bay. Wing. Med wing." Too much Mass Effect, coming back to bite her in the a**.
But fumble or no fumble, this guy needed some disinfectant and possibly some bandages. Pushing gently, she tried to get him to start moving in the direction of said med wing - this was a woman with a mission.
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
FigmentWolf
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:22 pm
[ the yard ]
Max was a little ashamed that he hadn't done more—read, anything—to help fight off the undying.
"I guess," he said. It was a shame he wasn't more into excitement, considering that was all his life was these days. He looked to where Magnus had laid the creature out, bemoaning the lack of his nearly useless stick once more.
"Diana," Max said a little awkwardly, as if he was calling her name in a doctor's waiting room. "I think now would be a good time for paintball. I mean, they let us have guns for it... weak guns, sure, but guns. And after that..." He gestured, indicating the entirety of the disaster zone with one vague wave. "I'd be more comfortable with a gun. Wanna join me?"
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
OpticPeach
i think i still own a reeeeeally old version of harry potter scene it XD i should check
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 2:54 pm
[The Yard -> Medical Ward]
It was a bit amusing to him in seeing his dear little brother shuddering like that just by the sound of his voice. It proves that he still got it. Aaron chuckle as Kaethus rubbed the back of his head from the smack, but his happy feeling didn't last so long when he saw him turning around and saw how hurt he was. "Yeah, waiting someplace far away than normal . . ." So far way out into the yard where anything can happen with his hazardous brother. He listen to his explanation now, wanting it to be a good one too as he stood there with his arms crossed.
So a thing appeared here, and in the end he got involved which is something that doesn't make him happy at all. "Involved, huh?" Aaron said, taking a good look at him on how much of a mess he looks. While he knows Kaethus can handle that, it's just his nerves working on him now since it's not a normal bar brawl after seeing what happen to his shirt. "Well good thing it's gone, but now you're going to be needing some medical help." And he's not going to get any lip from him either.
"C'mon now . . ." Aaron grabbed his arm and squats down a bit as he pulled Kaethus up off his feet. He carries him in a fireman carry right over his shoulders, and walking straight over to the medical ward. "And if you say some stupid s**t, I'm going to drag you by your leg straight to there." He was pissed, of course, but he is glad to see that he's okay and held his ground. "Just next time I have to be there to protect him . . ." That's what he only thinks about as he carries him inside so he can get the medical help he needs. And also a new shirt somewhere too from the laundry room.
"Are you seriously hurt somewhere?" He asked him as he was looking straight ahead, hoping that he just had at least scratches and no grave injury. "Look, I just don't want you to get yourself close to death out here, so just be smarter next time. And instead of waiting for me, maybe you should go and get me. You know where I'll be most of the time." That place is usually the gym where he can get his workout to get stronger and more bulk.
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Character's name: Aaron Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Giant muscle man at 6'5", dirty blond hair, one blue eye with a black eye patch over his right eye and burn marks on his face. Wearing an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off.
Kuumeii
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 3:21 pm
[ The Yard --> Medical Ward ]
From afar he could hear The Boss discussing the situation, but it was drowned out by the more pressing matter at hand, standing over him with that look on his face. "Medical help?" He paled, looking over at himself, thinking it might be worse but it was just a few scratches. "Dude, don't freak me out like-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Oh god, not again! He thought as he was lifted above his head and on his shoulders.
There was a dark growl from him. "Aaron holy s**t it's not-" But they were already walking and he hid his head in his hands so he couldn't see everyone staring. Damn damn damn! "Do I look like I'm seriously hurt?" He shot back with an indignant glare towards him. "Ugh, I'm not going to die or anything, it was just one thing and I totally ******** had it..." With everyone else... But that part he didn't think needed to say, since he was obviously himself and therefore not entirely useful on his own, but he'd never openly admit it.
It didn't take long and he was squirming to get off, sitting down in the medical ward with a deep sigh, looking up to Aaron and over to the doctor. "Yeah well, you know how I feel about workout machines." He said with a suave smirk as he began some treatment for his scratches.
Truth be told he was glad Aaron was there, but winced at some of the antiseptic which is not what he wanted his big brother to see from him. Yeah, he wasn't as powerful or anything - never had been, but he could do anything and wanted to prove it. "You work out much more though and you'll be bigger than your cell." He joked as he hissed from the pressing and prodding of a scratch on his arm. It was how he coped though.
As long as nothing worse happens.
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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: Fri Sep 18, 2015 4:12 pm
[Mess Hall] (Kitchen)
"Um, I d-don't think that would work," Joy Ann stuttered with a shudder for the thought of using their usual cooking grease (because it was totally more grease than oil at this point) in a cake. That was almost more disgusting of a thought than the diseased peop-- no, things outside of their prison oasis of safety.
She continued to be a complete lack of help hovering nervously in the doorway, only... Was that vat on the bottom shelf over there..? "Isn't that applesauce?" she asked, pointing to the sealed cans with 'applesauce' written in large red letters on the side of them. Reading got people places, almost to places as cool as labeling things in industrial pantries did.
Still, she wasn't advocating for cake quite yet... The softie in her core was also thinking it'd be nice for everyone to have a treat after a month with nothing to look forward to, and cake used less flour than bread... Although all good teachers always said that you couldn't have your pudding unless you eat your meat...
Joy Ann blinked away the debate that was now raging for no reason in her head and jumped when she thought she heard a noise out in the cafeteria. Surely it was an undying or the warden coming to chide them on wasting supplies on cake. The warden would obviously the the worst of the two possibilities. "A-auuutumn," Joy Ann whimpered. "I th-think there's someone in the c-cafeteria..." And it totally wasn't rations time.
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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
grngriff
Mmmm applesauce it is!
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Shaun is welcome to know Joy Ann's name, though I think she's just reaching the mental state where she can finally start to learn other people's names. She'll remember from here on out if they do a name-check, especially if they both end up doing kitchen cred. She definitely knows his face and can recognize him as "okay human guy who's in my faction".
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 6:06 pm
[The Yard]
Jacob stood off to the side of all the chaos, his eyes watching and his face in a thin frown as people threw them selves at the monster, how resistant was that thing? How many tendons would you have to cut to finally cripple something like that to stop it's rampage? They hardly seemed to notice damage being done to them.
Slowly his hand crumbled the nearly emptied box of smokes, the single last one suddenly feeling like a very good idea as he lurked just inside the doorway to the yard.
"Shut it!!" Honestly, he yaps too much for his own damn good along the way over to the Medical ward, hoping that the doctor is available to see him. If not then Kaethus is going to be hurting a lot more from struggling in his hold. But finally, they were at the ward and he sets him down in a chair and he moved to one side.
He watches the doctor doing his work in cleaning up his injuries, smirking at him and chuckles. "Yeah I know, but it couldn't hurt to at least try to use the machines at least." Probably can use it to get rid of his beer belly at least.
No matter what kind of person you are, either big and buff or small and skinny, antiseptic burns like a b***h that even he is wincing at seeing Kaethus getting some rubbed on his scratches. At the joke about his muscles, he stares at his arms, seeing the bulk when he folded his arms across his chest. "Eh, I can deal with that. It's the only thing I can do as of the moment anyways." "Or any other interesting people either . . ." But then he has to remind himself, that's how he winded up here in the first place. "At least it's nothing worse though. And what did the Boss talked to you about earlier though?"
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Character's name: Aaron Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Giant muscle man at 6'5", dirty blond hair, one blue eye with a black eye patch over his right eye and burn marks on his face. Wearing an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off. He's a scary man, strong, but overprotective of his family and friends.
Kuumeii
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 6:18 pm
[The Yard] The answer came as a disappointment. Magnus stroked his beard in thought, then wandered off elsewhere, muttering lowly to himself. He was going to need to look into this.
Exit?
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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 6:20 pm
[Prison Cells]
For anyone entering the blocks with the cells, they may find themselves with a number of boxes stacked and laying around. None of them seemed to be labeled. They also weren't there earlier.
