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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:52 am
Abusing the OOC Forums for every cent that they’re worth!
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Don’t forget the Rabies!
The Red Fern sucked, yeah sure, but that book made it look tame. Hell my dog attacked my shoe and ripped it apart, the worst part wasn’t the blood coming out of it, but that my foot was still in it.
You know what I did a day later? I ate my moms shoe!
Yeah I showed that b***h...
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So this is a loosely serious RP open to anybody that wants to join. I’m waiting for my character and I’m sure once I actually get to RPing I’ll be waiting for posts from assorted people as I force this place NOT to die. It’s meant to be a semi-horror that’s being made fun of by a bunch Bleach Addicted Authors.
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And no, you don’t get to have Bankai or Shunpo.
This is NOT a Bleach RP even slightly, it’s where simple people are trying to survive the Zombie Apocalypse. It’s transfered much like any other Zombie Story, when you’re bitten it’s game over. Give it about 12 to 24 hours and you’ve just become a pissed off zombie.
Okay so yeah I’m bit, I’m a zombie but why am I mad?
Well Similarly in Quarantine (the Movie) Rabies Evolved and can now transfer to any Mamel with a brain instead, yes humans are included. Now zombies are a little different in this, they’re actually intelligent for a semi-dead person, but there are a few check’s and balances.
Zombies can live without eating for up to a week before falling dead once and for all. They can run, and even run up stairs. Now you know all those crazy stories where when a fathers son is stuck under a truck and he’s going to die unless it gets lifted off of him, and the father all of a sudden becomes super-human and lifts the truck just enough for the son to escape...
Not sure if you’ve any heard of those crazy stories but...
That’s hardly the point...
No you see these Zombies don’t have mental barriers like we do, they can simply push there physical bodies to the boundaries, meaning they will always outrun a normal human, they can almost always run faster, and they can take a lot of crazy s**t damage before finally falling.
And yes, you take off there head they die.
Just imagine if a human where to get rabies.
All rules apply and if something comes up, please do bring it up into OOC conversation. Anything can be discussed relating to the story.
So the rules are few, but are here to make the story interesting.
RULES:
you can be a military soldier but you better have a crazy reason why you’re not with your unit and dead.
no matter who you are, the biggest weapon you can have is any weapon you can find in a hunters cabinet, but do try to be realistic.
you can have any profession before the apocalypse and a few supplies that relate to that profession. Again realistic with what you have. This is survival.
Also, everybody please take your turn, nobody is skipped unless they just stop coming in. How about... a person has 12 hours to post when it comes to there turn, if they are not around for that time they can be skipped.
STORY thus FAR:
You and a small group of people piled up in a large Dollar General Truck and fled the city, where sleeping bags and small wind up powered lamps, and playing cards, a few books kept everybody entertained and minds off of what was actually going on in the world. Everybody has a weapon of some form to defend themselves from the horde of zombies and everybody already knows that a good headshot will be one of the few ways to actually bring down a Zombie.
For about the final hour of the Journey the driver used a walkie-talkie to communicate with everybody in the back and said there where hordes of zombies here for some reason, but they where running on empty.
Everybody knew there place, the driver would fill the truck, it would take a half hour because the gas would need to be pumped out manually. It would be an all out fight just to get the truck moving again.
So as it stuttered into a gas station all looked well. It had been nearly two minutes since a zombie was spotted so the trucker quickly pulled the truck in. it sputtered but there was enough gas for it to run idle. The wingman with his shotgun, a police officer ran back and unlocked the hatch and everybody piled out to begin searching the gas station, there where a few shots from within but nobody jumped at the sound of gunfire anymore... at least if they did it was kept to themselves. A gunshot meant safety.
Within the next moment there was a scream, they turned and where devoured.
The group of nearly fifty people where spread out over the country side for nearly a month before the all of the survivors partied up yet again. Now only fifteen remained...
Who are you... and why do you want to survive so badly?
It is only the second month after the end of the world as we knew it...
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:53 am
Character Profile: Name: Gender: Age: Body Type and Physical Description: Profession before the fall of man: Personality: - - - All Character Profiles will be posted below for quick and easy review.II0 EPiC PRiNCESS 0II Name:
Grace Fischer
Amanda Fischer
Gender:
Female
Female
Age:
19
6
Body Type and Physical Description:
Super Athletic.
Gracie looks to be your typical cheerleader type, blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a well toned body that leans more towards petite. Standing at 5’4” she is relatively small but her high-school athletic career kept her at peak shape being able to out maneuver almost anybody she’s encountered.
Dressed in all black she has black sweats which are rolled down on her waist and the pant legs are also rolled up to her knees. She has a green cameo which is covered by a black baggy zip-up hoody. Both of which sport her schools name and mascot “Wild Cats” on the sleeves and right pant-leg. Though before she had very long blonde curly hair it was quickly chopped to just a few inches long simply because it was easy to take care of and one less thing for a zombie to grab.
Along with her typical clothes she has a bandana which is wrapped around her forehead and a pair of really nice work gloves. Pressed against her forehead on top of the bandana are a pair of expensive sun-glasses which she hold just as dear as her hoody.
The glasses where her birthday gift from her mother, just a few days before the fall of man, and the hoody is of her late boyfriends. It no longer carries his scent but it still holds dear memories of her, and memories before the fall.
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Amanda is dressed in blue jeans, pink tennis shoes, a black t-shirt, a black hoody, and a long black coat, a blue backpack is stuffed with extra clothes and two of her favorite toys.
She is your typical cute little girl, short brunette hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with rosy cheeks. For her ages she is still relatively small which she got from her mothers side and despite her age, and body's size she is also athletic as her sister, at least for her age.
Profession before the fall of man:
High School Graduate, A&W Waitress, Grocery Clerk, Baby-Sitter.
Personality:
“It was supposed to be the last summer before college stated, it was supposed to be fun. Her boyfriend was going to take her to Hawaii with his parents and life was just going to be perfect. But those stupid stupid stupid! Stupid zombies came and ruined everything. Out of everything high school taught me, it had nothing in it’s lessons how to swing a baseball bat at her zombie mothers head until she stops moving and even then I couldn’t stop swinging.
I’m a cheerleader, an older sister, and I was just a point off from being Valid-Victorian. I used to run track, play football with the guys during there practice, basketball, golf, tennis, and for a few weeks apart of the Chess-Club.
When it came to living, I was never afraid to try anything new, “go for it all baby!” my mother used to say. “Reach for the stars...” and even though she pushed me too hard sometimes... I appreciate that she did, because i think even as a ghost she’s protecting me. Always tell me to run faster, harder, to take a deep breath and press into the dark creepy gas station.
And if I hear something scream, swing my baseball bat as hard as I can until I feel something connect, then... aim for that same spot.
Okay so let’s be honest... I was a hardcore girly girl before this whole fall of man, and before my boyfriend and... mom died. Now I don’t care anymore, all that I’m worried about is feeding my little sister and making sure she gets a coloring book and a safe place to sleep for the night.
Would you believe me if I said I was too scared to be scared anymore?
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As for Amanda she is extremely curious and for what happened to her she was able to suppress all the negative feelings completely for now. However, down the road if she is to remain living a healthy life mentally she will need to do a lot of digging to un-suppress her lost emotions. Anyone besides Grace, Amanda seems as though she was unchanged by the Fall. Pad Chief Name: Fred Linetocker Gender: Male Age: 17 Body Type and Physical Description: Not an athlete or exceptional in any regard but not overweight or obese. He wears a green T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Both covered in blood and torn because he's been wearing them for so long. On his left hip he has a gun stashed in his pocket at all times that he stole from someone's house that is noticably sticking out. He has quite long brown hair probably because he hasn't cut it in the last two months (although most likely longer) in no recognisable style as well as dulled brown eyes. Most of the time he looks like he's not very excited and even when coming across zombies he doesn't really look very scared although noticably more than usual. Profession before the fall of man: Unemployed Personality: A unmotivated and lazy young man. When the fall of man came he didn't even lift a finger. He simply sat watching TV and waiting for the maybe dead to arrive. Or rather he never expected them to arrive. It was only the fact that the streets around him were starting to smell awful that prompted him to move onwards. He seems to hardly care about the epedemic and figures that eventually it'll end thus there's nothing to worry about. He doesn't risk his life too much and would appear to be cowardly; which would be true. His only real passion in life seems to be explosions. As the only time he seems to smile is when he sees one. Regardless of what it's destroying. He's not too pleased about this epedemic as it means he can't watch as much TV as he used to not to mention he's actually fairly afraid for his life though it rarely if ever shows. Esquire Mitch Character Profile: Name: Charlie Mensh Gender: Male Age: 27 Body Type and Physical Description: Fit and in shape. He regularaly participates in long and stressful physical activities such as weightlifting and ballet class. He is kind of short, only about 5'7" and weighs approximately 160 lbs. He always keeps himself clean shaven, somehow even still during the zombie apacalypse. He wears a french beret that somehow no matter what happens never falls off his head, although he is seen taking it off and clutching it to his chest in times of great emotion. A pair of khaki pants, Nike running shoes, a t-shirt explaining how stupid everyone who reads it is, and a scuffed but extremely good quality leather jacket complete the set. A metal pole, seemingly from some street sign, is almost always clutched in his hands, it's as tall as he is, and for some reason, likely because of a character he played in the past, he wields it as a staff with a small bit of skill. Profession before the fall of man: Out of work Actor Personality: Charlie is very, how do you say... 'confused'. He was once a great wednesday soap opera star when one day, his character was killed off by being eaten by a pair of rabid wolverines. He was never the same. he doesn't know who he is anymore. He acts irrationally and has a severe case of Multiple Personality Disorder. Only here is the hitch. There are no established personalities. He is almsost constantly revolving between characters he has played in tv shows, movies, and plays. He is in a way, like Don Quixote, he has trouble distinguishing reality from the imagined worlds of his past performances. Despite all this he is still an incredible actor, every part he takes up he does with wonderful skill and aplomb. he just has trouble controlling which character to be. Charlie was picked up by the truck a few miles before they ran out of gas, he was straddling the divider on the highway trying to get it to, "giddeup" as he said. KyrosDevil XIII Name: Jesse Hayworth
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Body Type and Physical Description:
Standing at 6’2” and just over 250 pounds saying Jesse had anything less than the body of a god would be a lie. He has the body most men strive for and more women lust after with lightly bronzed skin and less then 5 percent body fat. In fact, it was this body that got him the majority of stuff he had in his life from his schooling and job, to his car. He has dirty blonde hair that’s cut back into a fauxhawk that he maintains himself framing a pair of dark forest green eyes, and though he used to be clean shaven, his time after the fall has left him with a nearly constant 5 O’clock shadow.
Unlike most other survivors he has two pairs of clothes with him. A pair from work which includes a pair of heavy duty black Carhart carpenters pants and a black wife beater with a pair of work gloves and a pair of black leather work boots. His other set, which he kept in his car at the time, were meant for after work and consist of a pair of loose fitting, dark blue, American Eagle pants and a maroon tank top with a pair of yellow tinted glasses and a pair of Adidas Sambas. He has a Burberry London classic fit trench coat to accompany both outfits should the get cold though he’ll usually let the other wear it before he’ll use it.
He also has a backpack that carries his weaponry; an air powered nail gun and a large supply of both nails and compressed air. His secondary weapon is a large monkey wrench carried through the loops on his jeans (hand sewn in the case of his American Eagle pair).
Profession before the fall of man: College Student, Olympics hopeful, day laborer
Personality:
Many call me aloof now days. They say that ever since The Fall that I’ve become a different person; sadly, I think they’re right. But then again, aren’t we all? How can you be the same when you’ve seen so much death? How can you be the same when you’ve had to kill for fear of Turning? They cringe from me after seeing what I’ve done, what I will do, but they never bother to ask if I like it. They never realize I do what I do because I must. For them. For myself.
I was supposed to be the next big superstar. ‘Up and coming gold medalist.’ is what they called me and, for a while, I though they were right. I’ve made my entire life because of my body; my speed and strength, but looking back, I wish I had made more ties with friends. I wish I would have told her I loved her, but more then that, I wish I didn’t have to kill them. No matter how many times I try to wash it off I can still feel their blood covering my face and my hands. I’ve never told anyone this, but it still gives me nightmare seeing their empty eyes close in on me in my dreams.
I just want it to be over now… to go back to the way things used to be, but that’ll never happen. To many things have changed, and even if we found a way to stop the epidemic, civilization would never be the same. There would be too many open wounds; too many scars ,both mental and physical, to forget what’s happened. Sometimes I want to just give up, but I can’t. Not if I want to keep my promise to him. Not if I want to keep my promise to Michael. Asuma Haruka Name: Alex Faulk Gender: Male Age: 17 Body Type and Physical Description: Somewhat thin but slightly toned, Alex was what he liked to call apathetic about his body. He wasn't completely lazy with working out, but he also wasn't someone who ate until he got fat. Truth was he medically never could. He was athletic, running in track and throwing the disc, taking karate in his spare time, and then being lazy. He was what you would call a high ended nerd. Alex is somewhat pale, with a slight tan along his arms up to the middle of his bicep, and his head and legs, what you would call a farmers tan. A brain, and a slight body. Alex stands at six feet tall, long and lanky arms and legs, with what seems to be a permanent five o clock shadow. he likes to use the knives he carries with him, resulting in the occasional scar on his face from missing. Profession before the fall of man: Frozen Grocery Worker, Yellow Belt in Karate Personality: What happened to me? Before this whole Fall i was getting along just fine. I had the decent family, a decent paying job, a few afterschool things I was doing. But now? I went from being the guy who cared about everyone to the guy who couldn't care less. Maybe it was because of them. They asked me to help them. I knew they didn't have a chance otherwise. My mom...my brother...my dad had already been killed and I was the only one who hadn't been bitten that day. But why....why did I have to kill them? The machete was down in my room, where I kept it. Before I knew what happened I was covered in blood, crying. I haven't done it since. i can't feel anything anymore. i just walk around with my machete on my belt and his .32 in my pocket. I don't have anything but my ring to remember them by, the fact that I had a life before this. I'll kill them. All of them. They caused this. With as many people I can find I'll kill them all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:56 am
Leading her sister by the hand she could feel as though her legs where going to fall off. They'd been running for nearly an hour straight and Grace could tell little Amanda was getting really tired and just barely able to remain standing.
Pausing by a large tree just on the edge of a four way she knelt down and looked at her little sister which was panting extremely hard. caressing her face she kissed her forehead and looked about. The moon was full and the sound of screaming could be heard from far off, screaming that was directed towards them.
Looking over she spotted a cemetery across the street, and instantly picked up her little sister and darted across the road kneeling down beside an old tool shed. It was locked from the outside but the latch that was locked looked rusty. Her eyes darted around for any movement then with one solid swing and a grunt the sound of metal being bashed echoed into the night. Pulling the door open quickly she pushed Amanda inside and quickly moved in herself. Feeling around she felt a cardboard box filled with some kind of scrap metal and pushed it against the door.
The sound of a dozen zombies screamed into the night as she laid down beside her little sister and spooned her little form. Neither of them cried anymore at the scary sounds but simply shivered, even if they weren't cold.
So clutching each other the squeezed there eyes shut until there exhausted bodies fell into a forced sleep.
Six Hours Later...
Amanda was already awake playing with her older sisters hair, she missed Grace having long hair, they'd spend hours braiding each others hairs and it'd always end with both of them play fighting and trying to mess up the others hair, and mom would have to step in and stop them.
Always...
Grace's eyes flittered open slowly and she sat up looking about, small holes of light could be seen towards the roof of the small shack. Listening outside there where no sound except for the birds chirping happily in the forest.
Despite the pandemic, life outside of humanity carried on normally.
Looking down to her sister both of there bellies growled at the same time, they body simply snickered to one another before Grace whispered quietly, "Okay we'll stay here for just a little bit longer."
Amanda shot back defiantly, "but I'm really hungry Grace."
Looking down Grace bit her lower lip, then looked up reassuringly, "I know sweetie, we'll be at that gas station in a little bit, we're almost there."
The little girl forced a smile, "the one where the police guy saved me?"
"Yeah..." she hesitated before looking to the door again to distract herself from that nights nightmare... the one where over half the party was ripped apart in mere seconds. If it wasn't' for the sacrifice of that police officer her little sister would have been killed. "Okay, count to fifty, and when you did I'll open the door." The little girl began counting quietly to herself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:39 pm
The morning was bright, the ground littered with bodies here and there. Birds chirping their sweet songs of delight over the graveyard, a rather ironic sight in this day and age. Fwoop. Fwoop. The sound was barely audible, but even so, it broke the silence worse then a scream would for any non-Turned that happened to hear. The sound of his nail gun was only outdone by the sudden screech of two birds falling to the ground with a gentle thud. Moments later the scent of burning wood filled the air, followed shortly after by newly gutted intestines as Jesse prepared the mornings breakfast, his gear sitting right beside him as he leaned up against the side of an abandoned shed.
If one listened closely enough they could hear scribbling of charcoal onto loose leaf paper as he wrote down thoughts of his brother, Michael, and his ex Jennifer. Leaning his head against the cold wood of the shack he couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was then that he heard voices coming from behind him. "s**t!" He yelled, jumping away from the shack and snatching the monkey wrench out from pants and waited, breathing slightly more heavy as he waited in anticipation for what was to come. "Oi! Whose in there?" He called, waiting. He hadn't seen another survivor in ages and all he could think about was how good it would feel to see another human being was wasn't trying to eat him. 'Please, please let it be a survivor.' He wasn't worried about taking on a few Turned, but it sure as hell wasn't how he wanted to start off his day.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 5:23 pm
Enter Charlie!
Somewhere he had found an old safari hat and had placed it on his head over the beret. The moment it touched his scalp he ceased being the emotional French painter he had been since a few months before zombies became his main audience. Instead he was Jack Roosto! Safari game expert and jungle life officianado.
He stalked low through the tall prairie grass(slightly overgrown weeds) in search of a meal, he hadn't eaten in days and it showed in the slightly feral look in his eyes. For all intents and purposes he was a wild and big game hunter.
His nose twitched...wait, there it was again, the faint scent of woodsmoke as the wind changed direction, cooking...ostriche?!? Why? That was absolutely disgusting! He had no idea why the natives insisted on dining on it so often, but it did fill a hungry belly. Stepping forward slowly he held the metal pole as if it was his rifle, sighting down it as if to see into the distance with the non-existent scope.
There was one of the savages now! Holding a club as it looked about, likely searching for more helpless prey. He had to be stealthy as possible, he was in no condition to fight one of the battle-hardened savages and would need to steal away with some ostriche meat before it noticed his presence. My years of hunting experience used for this...common robbery, how far I have fallen...
He reached out and grabbed one of the sticks a chunk of meat was roasting on, for the first time during the entire approach, a sound was made as a small twig cracked under his shifting weight. Jack/Charlie froze, his eyes trained on the savage watching for a response to the slight sound, all the while hoping it somehow failed to hear or take notice of it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:06 pm
The moment another voice shot into there hiding place, both Grace and Amanda froze. Looking at each other and even held there breath. Then Grace motioned for her sister to hide, and as small as she was the small locker against the wall was the perfect place. Grace slid her a small pocket knife but not before she popped it open, "Remember the code word..." she breathed silently.
Amanda nodded and began climbing into the locker, small sounds of clinks and clattering could be heard from outside the shack. Grace didn't care, the Fallen couldn't talk so as far as she was concerned it was simply another person, and a spring attack was the only way out of this if it got ugly.
Turning towards the door she stood and lifted her baseball bat and readied it, taking a deep breath she shot out, "I'm coming out! Stand back!" waiting a few seconds she yelled out slightly quieter, "Okay, I'm coming out!" she slide the door open slowly peering about.
This made her nervous because she couldn't see him beside the shack, so she froze as she noticed the smoke from the fire. The thought crossed her mind to follow it's trail down to the base of the fire, but figured it might be some form of a trap.
There where two things that made this world more dangerous, the Fallen which would ALWAYS kill you, and the "Bandits" or "Cavemen" which if you where lucky would kill you. Especially if you where a female...
Bandits or otherwise known as Cavemen are people in which have completely lost all humanity or at least most of it and did whatever they please to whoever or whatever they wanted. It wasn't very productive but it was just one more reason why anybody humane needed to remain on edge.
Calling out she yelled, "Where are you?" she sank back into the shed slightly and readied to bolt out of the shack just in case it was a Caveman. Muttering to herself, "Please don't be a caveman...."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:16 pm
"What's with all that freakin racket?!" Coming from the nearby woods, Alex was covered in blood, the Fallen's anyway. His machete, in his right hand, dripped blood from the sharp edge, leaving the once silver blade caked with blood. He had been attacked last night by these Fallen, apparently they were chasing someone else besides him. All the more reason. While he didn't care for people anymore, he still wanted to let a few survive. the scars on his face, though, always made the people he saved regret he did. A caveman, they called him. If he was a caveman he would have killed them on the spot instead of save them. He was clean shaven this morning though, using one of the many knives he carried in his hoodie as a razor. With the three people in front of him, he probably looked a spectacle.
"Before you freak out, I'm not infected. That group who were following you weren't so lucky." Without any kind of tone in his voice or a slight smile, Alex walked forward, sheathing his machete in the leather case on his belt and walking forward, wiping the blood off his hands and onto his jeans. he had been searching for one person for months back in town. now that he came into the woods, he finds three in less than a night. Wonderful.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:23 pm
With a quick pivot on his left heel, and a quick snap of his right leg the roasting stick snapped off and went flying into the air. "You little twit... get your own damn food." He cursed, reaching out to catch the falling piece of bird. He had never been so thankful for callused hands before in his life, the steaming pigeon just barely burning his hands. "I mean seriously, it's one thing to ask someone for some food, it's a completely other thing to try and steal it from them in this type of environment. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" It was very possible. The man couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and fifty, maybe sixty pounds. It was only when he looked into the man's eyes could he tell something was wrong. Jesse had seen that look all too many times on his travels. The man was lost, not physically, but mentally. He'd be surprised if the man was even able to say his own name twice without it changing. Shaking his head he gently tossed him the hunk of meat before his attention was torn else where.
Looking over his shoulder he was just able to make out the shape of a woman sinking back into her night's makeshift shelter, and a man in front of them walking out of the woods caked in blood. "I'm over here." He called warily. Of course there was no way to be certain who were bandits, but he highly doubted that such a petite girl was going to be in league with the likes of them. The man approaching though, well he seemed like he was another story. "You say you aren't infected. That much seems obvious by you're not chasing after us, but that doesn't mean you're safe to be around. Toss down your weapons." Glancing sideways at his gear he gauged the time it would take to start his compressor and get enough pressure to take him down. 'Lets just hope it won't come to that...'
"Hey, you know how to use that thing?" He called up to the girl near the shed. He was sure she'd figure out that he was talking about the compressor and nail gun. "I heard two voices before. That means you have at least one other person in your party, right? If things go bad..." his eyes never lifted from the man with the machete, "... well, you'll figure it out I'm sure." His voice was calm, slightly deeper then the average guy but by no means James Earl Jones.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:27 pm
❝Sic erat in fatis❞▍▎ ▏❥ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ <(◕ ^ ◕) >
OoC://[Are there any kinds of roads here, or are we smack dab in the middle of the wilderness? ]
❝So it was fated❞
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:40 pm
((OOC: Esquire posts, then I post unless Madam posts, then in that case she posts, then Esquire then I post.
Yes the Cemetery is on a four way, I believe I mention it in my first post.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:10 pm
Jack/Charlie exclaimed and leapt back bringing his "gun to bare on the savage. Or was he a savage, he was somehow speaking afterall, although it was with one of those horrible colonial accents... Oh well, maybe they could communicate! He would be one of the first to domesticate one of the natives. But first...
For a bare moment he reverted out of character and inhaled the hot meat, not even tasting it, then, before it was even all the way past his gullet he was Jack again. He spoke slowly and carefully, accenting each word to be heard all the more clearly.
"Hello," he waved theatrically, "I am Jaaack," gestured to himself, "Who are you?" gestured towards Jesse spreading his arms in the universal sign for peace after setting his "gun" on the ground.
He heard the man behind him and saw the woman in the doorway, this could get dangerous quickly, he crouched lightly slightly extending his hands towards the weapon on the ground.
The safari hat fell off and into the fire.
Instantly his expression changed to a horrible scowl and he shot towards the metal stick on the ground, grabbing it, and brandishing it about at all of the bandit escaped slaves surrounding him. "What are you yella bellied slime covered varmints doin out of your plantations?!?" He spoke with a heavy southern accent. Now, he had become Colonel Vickery, a retired military officer after the Civil War.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:21 am
Alex’s voice came shooting out of the woods, it made Grace jump slightly and recluse even deeper into the shed ever so slightly. Her grip tightened on the bat, looking back she whispered into the locker ”Stay here Amanda...” quickly she stepped from the shed and slid the door shut with her foot until she heard a click. As each voice fell into her ears her eyes darted and quickly looked over each person, measuring the amount of humanity they actually held, and this Alex was by far the most Caveman-ish. Then everything she worried about washed away as he sheathed his blade. Sighing she looked down and rested her bat on the ground like a cane, looking back into the shed she smiled slightly, ”Come on hunny, it’s safe.” Just as she said that Amanda quickly climbed out of the shed and ran up beside her sister and quickly and shyly clung to her waist.
Her small voice held in a low tone, ”Who are these people?” not fully hearing her sister Grace looked down and knelt down still holding the bat, ”What baby?” grace repeated herself, ”Who are these people?
Grace grinned and looked up to them hoping they would play along with her explanation, her gaze refocussed on little Amanda, ”Well Amanda, these nice people are survivors just like us.” Amanda’s small mind attempted to connect there situation with theres, ”So they had to....” Amanda looked down and her voice got sad, she looked back up, ”They had to kill there mommies too?” Grace’s gaze quickly lifted back up to the rest of the party, it was obvious the memory still haunted her, biting her bottom lip as she fought back a slight urge to burst out into tears, ”I dunno sweety, but they’re out here just like us, hiding from those monsters.” Amanda’s face seemingly lit up, ”Really?” her small gaze fell on everybody around.
Standing back up again she looked to Jesse she nodded, ”Yeah, this is my little sister Amanda.” Looking back to Alex her brow raised curiously as not knowing the intention of this man before her. Looking back to Alex she simply looked back down to Amanda before hearing a southern accent coming from the fire. Shooting around she seen the man with the food as it was swatted out of his hand, he simply picked it back up and ate it. Frowning fully confused she tilted her head slightly as he spoke to them.
Looking back to Alex she shook her head as a slight, ’what the heck is this guy on?’ frown and half crooked smile. Kneeling down again she picked Amanda up off the ground and held her to her hip.
Looking down with the akward silence piercing her mind, she simply blurted out her name attempting to lighten the mood, ”Grace.” Looking around she nodded, ”My name is Grace.” Looking back to Amanda she kissed her forehead as the little girl moved forward to to rest her head on the woman's shoulder.
Quickly her gaze fell back on Alex, ”Yeah, I know how to use this well enough. It’s protected us this long.” Amanda retorted, ”No you protected us.” she was fully confused why Grace would suggest her weapon protected them when it was actually her sister.
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