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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:36 pm
He was still wandering around the compound when he sees out a window that someone had shot up a flare.
"That can't be a good thing."
He says as he checks his gear.
He decides that he could get a better look from the roof and moves up there.
When he gets up there he sees the girl from earlier and some man, well she had told him his name, but he isn't good with remembering names; as they probably won't be alive long enough for it to matter.
He looks out over the town to where the flare was starting to go out.
He makes a mental note of where it is at.
He turns around to the girl.
"So are we going to go check it out?"
He asks her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 1:56 am
The Carriers start to swarm around him and Arya, he looks to the impending herd Nope, that definitely was not a good idea. Dominick looked in every direction, and found the only open path, Better run for it! and bolted. He heard the screech of Carriers from every direction, his need for survival had taken over the movement for him but he did retain control of his thoughts. He quickly glanced over his shoulder for Arya, but could not see through the shadows. "I hope that kid is okay" flashed quickly through his mind before he continued running. Later, it seemed like hours but could only have been minutes Dominick stopped. He seemed far enough from the epicenter that the Carriers ran past without seeing him in their frenzied rush for food. Well, I don't think anyone is going to be opening the doors for anything tonight, Better find a place to kip up for the night. He looked to the nearest building and quickly entered, upon finding nothing living or otherwise he he rigged the door to wake him if anything entered and climbed the stairs. On the second floor he found a bed that was in semi-good shape and laid down, quickly his mind started to wander and finally settled on his life before the outbreak. Quote: He was back in Detroit, doing what he hated, selling anything that could be sold just to make a buck. Weed and Pills were what he made most of his money on but he also sold something that could get him in much more trouble if he was caught Weapons. Anything from a 9 mm to an AK if he could, if it fired he sold it. He hated his life, but he convinced himself it was the only one possible for him in such an oppressive place. He had had several girls in the past, but the one he lay with now was the only he had ever loved, Shannon. She was perfect in ever way; smart, beautiful, and on her way to success. She had been trying to convince him to join a college and get a degree, anything to make his life better and give him a chance. Finally he had decided to give in and go to OCC. He was on his way to the campus, driving down I-75 when a Highway patrol car pulled up behind him and started flashing his lights. Dominick looked down to the speedometer and saw it was showing him at 94. Damn it was the first thought through his head. He pulled to the shoulder and the officer came up to the window "License and Registration" he stated holding his hand out, Dom handed him the license and leaned over the the glove box for the registration. When he leaned back he saw the officers weapon pointed towards him and heard the officer yelling "Out of the car, Now!" Dom stepped out of the car and saw the reason for this, there was half an ounce of weed on the seat under him. Wow, am I really this stupid? were his only thoughts as the officer handcuffed him and drove him to the station house. Dominick broke from his reverie with the sound of a screech, he ran downstairs only to find his trap still in place and walked back up the stairs to the bed and quickly fell asleep.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:35 am
Dominick wakes with a start, the sunlight full in his eyes, yawns then stretches. I wonder what today holds in store for me. He gets up and recovers all his supplies and heads out the door. He makes his way for the school he saw yesterday seeing few Carriers. He makes it to the front of the school unmolested and stares
Anyone Home he says in a whisper and knocks on the obviously reinforced door.
((Everyone needs to come back, this thread just kind of died.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 5:34 am
[ I stopped posting because my character had been in the process of sleeping and other characters were doing things. Since there hasn't been any activity, we should be able to make it the next day. Agreed? ]
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:32 pm
((Agreed))
Knocks again
HELLO
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:09 am
Arya was never really a fast runner when it came to following someone. The person he had met was now gone and he was alone, surrounded only by shadows and the echoes of the carriers.
He didn't feel fear, he didn't feel alone, he just felt angry. That man had left him, and he thought that it was on purpose too. He always assumed the worst.
Now he was in the downtown district, walking down a street barely illuminated by the flickering streetlights. He held his gun close to his chest, a cigarette between his lips and a few Molotovs on his belt that he'd made while in a liquor store. He stepped lightly, trying to stay quiet while at the same time trying to keep a steady pace. He was looking for shelter, somewhere with someone...
After his last cigarette burned out, he felt the burn of being alone.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:51 pm
Dominick was not getting any answer at the door, he decided to wander the town for a bit. He walked around for a bit and noticed a liquor store which seemed to have a few bottles still left inside. Well, I am of age, so why not?
He walked into the store and was handling a bottle of whiskey when he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around and raised a .45 to the source of the noise, and saw Arya. He looked to him Hey kid, how you doing?
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 10:26 pm
The too familiar beeping noise from John's alarm-clock rang in his head. "5:30" he read. Since childhood, he had been trained to wake up early and quickly. First there was school, then the Marine Corps did nothing but add to his habit. Without this alarm-clock, John would probably lay in bed until two O'clock. It was a complete and utter waste. He hated wasting time or anything for that matter. John could only wonder how long this luxury could last.
His hands ran cool water over his face, it was less than comforting but it helped. John would have to wait for the sun to come up for a decent wash. Though before that, his failure of yesterday had to be made up for. Act fast. Get the job done. Kill well. Don't die. He hoped those now held up in his old school were early birds.
Hurriedly, the young man pulled his lighter jacket from the floor, unlatched the trap door and slid down his attic latter. He was becoming a master at this routine. A few hatches and trap doors later, John was in the fresh air. The sky was still dark and a few new shambling faces walked the street below. If it wasn't for the dark brown tarp John had cut into shreds and hung for cover, they might have spotted him.
Making it to his hole was easy enough and through the morning fog, the school seemed an easy target. His flashlight sprayed out into it's regular circular pattern against the concrete tunnel walls. The distance to the school was about a mile, downhill he could ride there in about ten minutes. So he did.
Attention: It is now early dawn.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 3:40 pm
Arya shook a bit, pushing the gun away from his face and throwing his cigarette butt onto the floor with a frown.
"The hell was that? Thanks for ditching me, dumbass!"
His anger was getting the best of him like it always did.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:26 am
Dominick looked at Arya while silently contemplating how to respond to his outburst. Look kid, I am not used to having people on my 6, and when I looked back to find you, I lost you in the urban maze. He sighed, wondering if his attempt to cut off Arya's anger was working next time just stick to my 6, and keep up, I wasn't trying to lose you.
He grabbed a pack of Marlboro's off the counter and pulled one out
I may not be a shrink, but I am getting the feeling you have trust issues, am I right?
With that he lit the cigarette and took a long drag.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 8:06 pm
Arya takes a deep breath, calming his nerves as he takes a seat on the floor. Massaging his temples with his fingers, he sighs. "Fine, sorry. I'm really freaked out right now, I should have been quicker..."
He looks upto the other briefly, "Can I have one of those? I'm all out now..."
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