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 Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 10:24 pm
An old fashioned style church it's simple front hall once held a few pews and that was all. In back was a single kitchen and a room with a few bunk beds for the occasional guest. It lays up a long dirt road with only a bit of brush blocking it from the houses on one side while the forest lays on the other. A dirt lot serves for parking and the double metal gate squeaks a bit when opened. All in all though it isn't too bad a place to hide though with wooden shutters to close over the windows and the tall stone fence surrounding it. There's a small amount of land inside it just big enough for a large tree and a trellis gazebo.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:42 pm
”FATHER CONN” is currently...
Looking Pious at the Church
with No one and Nothing
Feeling Secure
"Thank you, Father, for this gift of shelter and security." Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ FATHER CONNOR BRADEN O'CLERY entered the church quietly, his every footfall sounding in his ears as loudly as the church bells might have rung, were there anyone to ring them. He, for one, was thankful that there wasn't (at least, it seemed so to him), because the noise would have summoned The Fallen, and he was far too tired to deal with them right now. He would, of course, have to look this entire place over and dispatch any of their numbers that happened to be lurking, but that was a far simpler task than holding down a fort while it was being assailed by hordes of them. If he were quick and quiet enough, he could take out each and every one that wandered these halls without any of the others knowing the True Death was coming. That was the plan; get in, bash in whatever skulls needed to be bashed in (a task that Conn still wasn't quite up for, but would undertake out of necessity), and hole up for the night. The idea of sleeping in a building littered with rotting corpses wasn't appealing, but it was far better than sleeping out in the open, where they could sneak up on him. UPON ARRIVING at the grounds, he'd done a cursory examination and determined that, unless a rather large swarm of the Fallen found something of interest to attract them to the building, it was likely a veritable fortress. The noise of the gate had rung in his ears, seeming like the call of a siren, but he'd heard not a single sound in response to it, save the leaves blowing in the wind. For that, he was thankful. He'd locked the gate up as best he could, shouldered his rather meager bag, and made his way into the Sanctuary. He'd murmured a brief prayer as soon as he was inside, and then set his pack down, retrieving his knife and his bat. The gun was, as always, tucked into a small holster at his belt, just in case, but he was loath to even consider using it here. If this place were truly as empty as it seemed, it would be a sanctuary, and he didn't want to draw attention to a living presence within its walls. Stonewall fence and iron gates or not, the dead were persistent. They would find a way in if they were motivated to do so. If the place was already overrun and the Fallen within its walls were merely hibernating, still due to a lack of food to whet their appetite, the noise of his gun would draw each and every one of them to him. He rather didn't like those odds; he preferred facing off against the Fallen one on one, possibly two or three on one if he absolutely had to. An entire group was far more than he cared to risk. Even for a true Sanctuary to shelter him through the coming storm.CONN CAREFULLY stalked his way up and down the pews, looking for any bodies that might be laying about. Finding none in the main hall, his brow crinkled. Surely this place had not gone unnoticed? How could it be that it seemed so well and truly abandoned? His own church, upon leaving it a mere three days before, had been packed to the rafters with faithful members of the congregation, all of whom hoped that God would protect them as they awaited the end of this madness. Connor tried to tell them that the only end was the True End, that this was the Final Judgement, but they didn't listen. No one had; even the head priest at the church had proclaimed it to be some strange tampering with viruses or bacteria done by the hands of man. Biological warfare, he'd called. But Connor was no fool; he knew that the tools of God were often strange. If the Endtimes called for a rising of the dead, and it was meant to truly test the faith of Man, what better way than to convince them that they were the cause? Connor was convinced that this was a decision made on the part of the Father to sort the truly faithful from those who had lost sight of the Truth. The congregation of his church might believe in God, but they were not faithful, not really. They were far too corrupted by the idea of man-made machines and lifestyles. Even in these things, Conn had always seen the had of God... and if not of Him, then of the Devil, working against God. But they hadn't seen it that way... so he'd left. Determined to wage war on the Unholy and prove that he was a true believer, that he had faith in the Father. Thus far, he had met none who shared his beliefs... which was sad, because Conn hated to think that of all the people left on this Earth, he would be the only one to ascend when the war was done.INCREDIBLY, the building did, in fact, seem to be deserted. He couldn't fathom it; the building might be old, but it was sound enough. There were houses just past the greenery to one side. The people living there must have known this place was here. How, then, was it empty? A smile broke on the holy man's face. Of course. This was a sign, a small gift from God, to let Connor know that he was on the right path. This place, a church, would be his sanctuary, his home. He would spend his days stalking the Fallen, and return here at night to rest himself and prepare for the next day. All was well. GLAD OF HIS good fortune and so tired he could feel it in his bones, the young priest returned to the back room, filled with beds, and laid his blanket out on one. He took out his bible, rosary and holy water, said his nightly prayers, and laid down. He felt sleep pulling him into oblivion, but fought to stay at least somewhat alert. It wouldn't do to allow himself to truly sleep now. He would be dead to the world then, and unable to be awakened by anything, save perhaps a dead man deciding to chew off his hand. So, he merely rested his body, and attempted to relax his mind. Once he felt like he had rested enough that sleep wouldn't be so close to death, he would allow himself to slip away. ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:38 am
  Was it a sin to break into churches? She was pretty certain that this was a sin or a least against something somewhere in the good book. Desperate times called for desperate measures or so they say. Certainly the big guy upstairs would forgive her....assuming he still paid attention to things down here on earth. Talise was not an overly religious person that much was for certain. She used to go to church with her family whenever her parents were home long enough to do so. As she grew though the young brunette found more interesting things then going to the house of God. It wasn't until she started working in the Emergency Room at her local hospital did she go back again. The things she saw in that place....well sometimes you had to find solstice someplace. Great she was getting side tracked again. Leave it to her to let her mind wander down paths it didn't need to go. She needed to focus on the task at hand. This wasn't a normal trip into town after all. Under what passed as normal circumstances nowadays, Talise would not even be in town. Being her tiny collection of people's only medically trained person was not ideal sending her on missions that could end up with her dead. The problem was no one knew exactly what she needed. Sure she could have wrote a list down of very explicit instructions in order to find what tools, medicine and what not was required to help their scavenger but that would be too easy. It was better she did it herself....no matter how terrified she was about being out here on her own. Just needed to take in one step at a time. Talise had been in the homes near the church when night started to fall. Luck had been with her as she had managed to dodge around most of the Walkers she had seen with only a few having to be dispatched. One had surprised her inside the home she had been searching. The brunette hadn't seen the man where he was nestled against an entertainment center. When he lashed out at her it was pure reflexes that kept him from grabbing her that first moment. Her luck had spiraled down after that though as in the moments of dodging she lost her footing thanks to a lovely rug and fell sideways through the cheap wooden coffee table to her left. It broke easily under her weight sending a sharp pain jolting through her left side. For one terrified moment she was certain she was dead as she watched the Walker, a man who looked like in life he had been in his forties, stumble towards her. She had felt cold hands attempting to grip her foot but a panicked kick shook the appendage off. Scrambling the young nurse got her feet under her and managed to get out the back door, her back pack banging heavily on frame as she not so gracefully left. Briefly her flight was stopped when she met the large tree outside. Leaning against the cool trunk as though without it she would crash to the ground. It felt like an eternity that she had stood there until movement in the doorway drew a surprised squeak from her prompting her to start running again. It was her second flight from that Walker that brought her to the church. Karen had told her there was one in town, the type that was a simple old relic that had been there since the town was founded. Talise had been curious as to where it was as not once had she seen it. There hadn't been time for a proper tour of the town before things started to fall apart. She had stood out behind it for a while trying to decide if this would be safe to go into. People looked to their god when the world ended didn't they? Would she be risking walking into a true death trap or find a safe haven full of people just hoping to survive? There was only one way to find out for certain. It took her a bit of a running start to get a good enough jump and catch the upper edge of the wall. Here was too excellent leg strength. Sitting briefly on top of the wall, hazel eyes scanned the grounds for any sign of movement in the growing darkness. Pushing herself off she landed softly on the cool grass thankful she hadn't seen anything moving. The whole concept of being away from base was really striking now, though it wasn't just being away. There was the fact that she was out here armed with a pair of knives and a baton, not mention alone. Unless teleportation abilities suddenly awoke in her or a member of the group she was quite stuck dealing with this on her own. As quietly as she could, Talise made her way to the back door and pressed her ear against it. As far as she could tell no movement went on inside the church but her own thudding heart made it difficult to tell. Cautiously she opened the wooden door glad to find it didn't creak. Starting down the hall Talise thought this might not be a bad place to hide out for a short while until a plan was made. Hoping to stay quiet, she wasn't prepared for the floor to betray her. The groaning floorboard sounded more like a bellow to her in the silence. Jumping nearly out of her skin she found herself facing the second surprise the church had to offer, a figure laying on the bed. "Oh jimmy crickets I didn't see you there! Hell I didn't know this place was occupied, sorry about that...." Talise couldn't help the surprised babble the slipped out of her mouth at that moment though as she did a thought dawned on her. Inwardly she groaned lightly and hoped she was wrong. "You're not dead are you? Please tell me I'm not talking to a corpse again cause if I am let me have a ten second head start ok?" Shifting lightly the brunette was still only in the doorway of what looked like some kind of guest room in the church. If the figure on the bed started to groan like the other Walkers did she was out of here and not stopping till she was back at base, nightfall in a few hours or not. ☆ Strong, Quick, Steady& Ready for anything
☆ No where to run: Hall outside the guest room
☆ Focused as can be: Please don't be dead...or a creeper....please don't be a dead creeper
☆ Never ask a woman about them: Nervous
☆ Lights in the night: A shadowy man, corpse, person
☆ Trust me I'm a nurse: Bit winded, brusing forming on left shoulder, minor scrapes
☆ Quick hand me my bag! Medical books x 3, First aide kit ( bandage rolls x 3, compress, antiseptic, morphine bottle x 1, ibuprofen x 200 tablets, penicillin bottle x 1), 1 bound notebook, pen x 2, 1 change of clothing, 1 canteen of water, 2 energybars
☆ I need to consult my book: There we go :3 silly girl was fighting me last night. Now the father has someone to talk to.
Edited to fix the time inconsistencies
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:42 pm
  -Adrienne -Location: Black Creek: Zenobia -Companions: None at the Moment. - Gas Tank: [|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][][] - Weapons: Chair's leg, small knife. - Feelings: - Backpack:Rain Slicker Flashlight with extra batteries. Granola Bars x3 Canteen(s) of Water x2 Wallet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Driving for hours in the small town of Black Creek, Adrienne had no idea where he was going, or why he was going there, but he eventually found himself driving along a dirt road, in the middle of the day. What had been his goal exactly? He couldn't say himself, except that he needed to find someone that was living, and refused to spend tonight in his old store that he used to work at. He felt isolated from the world when he was in there, even if it had gone to hell in the course of one night. He felt that something would change or get better while he was in the little store, and the sinking feeling of isolation must have been what drove him to this random part of Black Creek. Along this road, it was eerily quiet, even for the middle of the day, as there were no dead to be seen. Though this wasn't what eventually made Adrienne make his dusty Chevrolet come to a complete halt in the middle of the road. It was the old church that was right down the road from Zenobia, the store that he was currently using as his base. This relic had stood here for as long as Adrienne could remember, though never bothered to enter, at least until now. He had thought about it before, especially being a lone college student before the beginning of the end. It seemed empty enough, which was a good sign nowadays, considering that the dead were usually moaning and would clamber about to the nearest idea of life, including his noisy car. Silence, he figured, meant that there were people hiding from the dead. He didn't for the moment know that some hibernate until the living come near them. He sat in the car for a few minutes, turning the engine off, and sitting back into his worn out seat. He considering whether or not to go in, though suddenly saw a flash movement from behind the church, leaping over a wall, and then disappearing through some back door. With wide eyes, he spoke to himself in the silence of the truck's cab, "Either they're getting to move about quicker, or that was a live person..." Here Adrienne sat up in his seat, looked about the outside of the truck, and then opened the door, stepping out silently. He walked up to the gate of the church which was currently barred closed. *From Zenobia
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 7:10 pm
”FATHER CONN” is currently...
Looking Pious at the Church
with a young woman
Feeling Curious
"Is this her home, or has she just found it as well?" Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ THE SOUND OF A CREAKING FLOORBOARD drug Conn from his rest. He hadn't meant to truly fall asleep, but he had, and because of that, the creak, echoing through the silence, might as well have been the firing of a cannon. He hadn't moved, not yet, a habit from his childhood. He rarely reacted with a jump at being scared. Usually, if he could pretend to still be sleeping, he'd be left out of the argument between his parents. But his hand was slowly inching towards the bat laying next to him on the bed, his eyes cracking open, ever so slightly. A female voice, sounding rather frightened, made him relax ever so slightly, but his hand still wrapped around the handle of his weapon. He sat up slowly, his empty hand raising in the symbolic gesture of 'I mean no harm.' "I'm not dead, I promise." He have his head a light shake to loosen the rest of the cobwebs, and stood to his full, somewhat imposing height, watching her cautiously. AFTER A TENSE MOMENT OF SILENCE, he relaxed fully, his shoulders slumping somewhat, his weapon, previously gripped loosely but firmly in his hand, slipping from his fingers to the bed. His hand, still raised, moved into a gesture mimicking that of opening for an embrace, a sign of good faith. His gun was still tucked in a holster under his jacket, and his knife was in his pocket, so he was still technically armed. Should she prove a threat, he could match her. But, eyeing the young woman before him, he didn't think she would hurt him. HE STOOD BEFORE HER, his arms open, and offered a small smile. "Seems I'm not the only one looking to a church for sanctuary. Finding it empty shocked me, so I shouldn't be so surprised someone else would find it so soon after I did. Unless you were already here, hiding? Spying on me as I searched?" The holy man's tone wasn't accusing, merely curious. If she had, in fact, already been here, been hiding in some secret place, watching his every move, it would benefit him to have that information. He would also know that he needed to do a better job of searching when he arrived in a new location... not that he intended to give this ground up. But then, perhaps the church had been empty because those who had claimed it were out, hunting for supplies or doing a perimeter search of the area. It was more than possible. But, if she'd been watching him, she would have known he wasn't dead... unless she thought he'd been Bitten. But generally the Lost Ones were easy enough to spot; they burned with fever, their skin glistened with sweat, and their eyes were far away, often crazed. But then, if she were the lookout, perhaps she wasn't so used to seeing them. Maybe she wouldn't recognize the signs. THE FATHER WATCHED THE YOUNG WOMAN, his mind whirring, processing, trying to think of how best to handle this. He'd found, since leaving the church, that people were few and far between, and they often were mistrusting. It was one of the reasons he was still alone. While he was compelled to find a flock to tend, felt it his duty to care for those around him, none of those he'd come across had been receptive to the idea of walking with a Man of God. They'd mostly been thugs, and only let him go because they feared the wrath of God should they strike him down. He supposed he should be thankful for that; if they'd been nonbelievers, they might not have let him pass.HE DECIDED, finally, that the End Time was no reason not to be courteous, particularly to a young woman. His arms dropped, and he approached with a kind smile, holding his hand out for her to take. "My name is Father Connor Braden O'Clery. What is yours, my child?" Even the apocalypse couldn't change that about him; he was a priest, and all people he met were his children, his sheep, meant for him to guide to the light of Heaven, until they made it clear that they had no interest in his help. She seemed nervous and perhaps a bit skittish. He could do nothing but offer kindness and a form of security.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:34 pm
"I'm not dead, I promise." Five simple words but they did wonders on the nervous tension settling in her shoulders. The figure, now known to be male, freed himself from the bunk and stood. Talise found herself looking up....up....cripes how tall was this guy? Now that the giant of a man had unfolded himself from the bed there seemed to be some sort of awkward paused to the brunette. Was he dangerous? Was he part of some larger group that they'd been hearing over the radio waves lately? s**t here's to hoping he wasn't one of those gun toting nutcases that seemed to be held up somewhere in the area. It was because of them that she was out here in the first place. One of them had run across their scavenger, a gentle fellow by the name of Alex, and frankly beat the living tar out of him. If she was lucky by the time she got back he'd still be alive. Talise had done everything she could to keep the man breathing but her skills were still limited by expertise. The medicine she was out here looking for was surprisingly not in their vast stores of medicines. Still the longer she looked at the imposing figure of the man the more she was convinced he wasn't a member of that group. To be honest it looked as though the man was a priest. Talise couldn't help but wonder what his faith said was going on outside the window. Shifting her stance lightly, one thin hand coming up to grip the strap on her left shoulder, she momentarily felt guilt for considering he was part of those hooligans. Sure the world seemed to be ending, one might say Hell was overflowing, but that didn't automatically mean anyone new she met was a potential psycho out to kill and maim whatever they go their hands on. Silly girl stop panicking so much! "Seems I'm not the only one looking to a church for sanctuary. Finding it empty shocked me, so I shouldn't be so surprised someone else would find it so soon after I did. Unless you were already here, hiding? Spying on me as I searched?" Talise couldn't help but wincing lightly at the statement. Though it wasn't harshly stated it had not dawned on the girl until then just how it looked to appear out of no where. "No I wasn't here before you. The place I call home is on the other side of town with a group of people who are probably going to be pissed when they realize I am not there right now." Talise answered with a light sigh as she let her hands slide into her pockets. "I ended up coming here when me and Mr. Jones the Walker decided we weren't good dancing partners. He's currently looking for a new one and I'm catching a breather here." Her tone took on a note of soft playfulness as she attempted to keep her own nerves steady. Last thing she needed was to break down on any level right now. She didn't know the name of this man and the last thing she needed was to assume everything was safe. Had he been living out here on his own all this time? From the way he talked he had just gotten here a little bit before her so this wasn't his home base she was treading on....unless he was about to establish it as such then she was as close to a house warming party as he was going to get. "Sorry by the way for crashing in on you while you were trying to rest. It's always seems to hard to get any rest nowadays." That was honestly the part she felt the worst about in this whole thing. There were several people back at base that took carefully measured amounts of sleeping pills in order to actually rest at night. Some of them suffered from nightmares so vivid they were waking up screaming. No one thought anything of it until they started attracting Walkers because of the noise. That happened within the first week of this starting....since then Talise has kept very good records of how many pills are being used, what types and by whom. Last thing she needed was someone to OD on them and turn in the middle of the night. "My name is Father Connor Braden O'Clery. What is yours, my child?" Yup ok so he wasn't wearing the robes out of some sort of strange fashion sense. That was a relief. His hand came down from it's open embrace to the air before her, offering a classic greeting between most newly meeting humans. "Talise Wren, pleasure to meet you Father." She took the hand before her with a light squeeze and the familiar bounce of a handshake. The Father's hand was a warm and firm, exactly as she would expect from looking at him. It also seemed to be a gentle motion as though he took care not to harm those who's hands he had. "So Father if you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be here? You said you were searching the place earlier, did you come from one of the other churches around the valley?" Talise was curious about this man she couldn't deny it. Not being a native to the valley the young woman didn't know much about the place. The one thing she did know was that there seemed to be no hospitals and frankly no help. At the rate things were going she, like many others back at base, were harboring fears that this was only the beginning of whatever this plague had brought. People were already going a bit insane, like the lovely gun toting nut balls previously mentioned, it seemed like the world was doing it's best to go down in a blazing glory. Here was to hoping that she wouldn't go down with them. Father O'Clery didn't seem like the type to thrive on end of the world debauchery thankfully. Maybe there were still some people clinging to their sanity out here. If he was from around here then maybe he could provide some useful insight, Talise just hoped she be able to help him in return. ☆ Strong, Quick, Steady& Ready for anything
☆ No where to run: Hall outside the guest room
☆ Focused as can be: Thank God he's not a dead creeper!
☆ Never ask a woman about them: Still a bit nervous, calming down though
☆ Lights in the night: Father O'Clery
☆ Trust me I'm a nurse: Bit winded, brusing forming on left shoulder, minor scrapes
☆ Quick hand me my bag! Medical books x 3, First aide kit ( bandage rolls x 3, compress, antiseptic, morphine bottle x 1, ibuprofen x 200 tablets, penicillin bottle x 1), 1 bound notebook, pen x 2, 1 change of clothing, 1 canteen of water, 2 energybars
☆ I need to consult my book: Sorry for not realizing sooner that it was day Mia. I'll edit my other post shortly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 5:13 pm
-Adrienne -Location: Black Creek: Zenobia -Companions: None at the Moment. - Gas Tank: [|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][][] - Weapons: Chair's leg, small knife. - Feelings: - Backpack:Rain Slicker Flashlight with extra batteries. Granola Bars x3 Canteen(s) of Water x2 Wallet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wind ruffled some leaves nearby Adrienne, and he jumped in his skin, swiveling towards the sound, on his heels. When he saw that is wasn't anything, he sighed heavily, and then looked up at the sky through the treetops. It was spring, and the cold winter's winds were still blowing fresh and crisp. "Now or never." He said to himself, looking from the treetops back to the old church. Here he then made his way over to the bed of the truck, grabbing his pack and slinging it over his left shoulder. He then went up to the cab, and locked it. He then walked over to the rusty fence, strapping the other side of the pack to his right shoulder. He tightened it with the drawstring, and then set his left foot against one of the bars of the gate, and then his right against the stone wall. Here he shimmied his way up to the top of the wall, and then stood up. From where he was, he could see a good ways around the wall, and surrounding trees. It was still empty though he had seen a group of the dead, and he had a bad feeling about the predicament he would find himself in, if he was here when one came this way. He then crouched over the wall, and then leaped for the floor, landing neatly, though with a thud. He then paused to see if anything had stirred from the noise, though stalked over to the doors of the church, when he thought that nothing had noticed it. Here he put his ear to the door, and listened for any noises inside.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:47 am
”FATHER CONN” is currently...
Looking Pious at the Church
with a young woman
Feeling Curious
"Is this her home, or has she just found it as well?" Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ CONNOR WANTED TO LAUGH at the young woman's description of the events leading her here, and wondered if her statement about her group were simply that, a statement, or a warning that, should she not return, they would come looking. It could go either way. Not that she had anything to worry about with him; so long as she didn't attack him, he wouldn't even think to harm her. Even if she did, he'd leave her alive if he could. He didn't believe in the taking of human life, and only did so when it was necessary. HE GAVE A GENTLE SHAKE of his head when she apologized for waking him, his hand up. "No harm done. I hadn't meant to fall asleep, in any case. I was merely trying to take a moment to rest. I count myself lucky that you were the one to wake me and not... what did you call him? Mister Jones the Walker? or one of his friends. I must admit, I'm deathly afraid of waking one day to find one of the Fallen gnawing on my shoes." It was a real concern of his. He hadn't slept since he'd left his own church three days ago, had simply walked. He had no idea how much ground he'd covered or how far he was from home; he only knew that, were he to bother trying to return home, he would be met with nothing but misery. Something deep in his gut told him that it was only a matter of time before the Fallen descended upon the church in a ravenous horde, eager to consume all inside. He felt somewhat guilty for leaving at times, but reminded himself that he'd warned them, asked them to leave, and they'd refused. The area he'd come from was far too heavily populated to be safe. This area... the valley? was far less so, and therefore somewhat safer.THE FATHER SAT ON HIS BED, now looking up at Talise, his eyes weary. Simply living was a difficult task these days, to say nothing of trying to keep one's self fed and well-rested. He gave her a pensive look. "I'm not from the direct area. I left my church three days ago and have been walking ever since. This is the first place I've come across that seemed safe enough to stay, at least for a while. I saw the walls and they spoke of sanctuary... I was quite shocked to find that it was one in the most literal sense." The fact that a church had been built with walls so high confused him, but he wouldn't deny that it was convenient. Perhaps they had been meant to separate the worship from the outside world, to focus the attentions of its flock on the Heavens. Now, those walls would protect him, at least for a time.CONN WAS ABOUT TO ASK Talise if she would like to rest for a moment, or if she were at all hungry, when he heard something... the lightest sound of movement from outside. Someone falling. His eyes grew serious, and he stood once more. "There is someone... or something, outside." He brushed past Talise and into the church proper, moving slowly and methodically. This could, perhaps, be the Fallen who'd led Talise to seek safety behind the stone walls encircling the grounds. Conn didn't know how she'd entered, but it was entirely possible that she'd used the gate and left it open in her haste to escape. He doubted it very highly, but anything was possible. He stalked towards the door, his baseball bat in hand, raised and ready to strike.THE PRIEST FLUNG THE DOOR OPEN, and was at least somewhat thankful to find, not a dead man, but one who was very much alive. He lowered his bat, only just, still prepared to attack if it proved necessary. He stared down at the man, his expression wary, but much calmer than it'd been moments before. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone measured, not accusing or threatening, but imposing nonetheless. The act of being caught snooping made him look suspicious. He could have simply been trying to determine if there were living or dead within the church walls... or he could have been waiting for the best moment to attack them. His arrival, so soon after Talise's, made Conn wonder if he were from her camp, following her without her knowledge. Or, if he were stalking her. Either were possible; the first was preferable, provided he'd been following for a noble reason.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:05 pm
A smile spread on her face the more she listened to the Father talk. He seemed like a genuinely good person. She might not always been a good judge of character but the man made her feel comfortable, like it was safe here with him around. Only one thing he said had her a bit confused. "... I must admit, I'm deathly afraid of waking one day to find one of the Fallen gnawing on my shoes." Fallen? Was he referring to the Walkers? It made a bit of sense to the brunette considering the man's line of work. Outside really did feel like the gates of hell had opened unleashing the hordes onto the unsuspecting masses. A light shiver rolled down her spine at that thought. Could this be an act of God or his not so friendly counterpart? Talise was almost certain this had to be something biologically crafted. She couldn't say if it was man made or mother earth getting some revenge but....the thought of some higher power at play here was enough to make her a bit sick to her stomach. "Being by yourself I can understand you worrying about that. It's not easy to go it alone..." Honestly she didn't understand how anyone could do it. For a brief time Talise had been on her own during the beginning of all of this and frankly it was the worst time of her life. Things had gone down hill for her and the small group of close friends she had been with when whatever this was hit. Fate, karma, bad luck...call it what you will but one by one they seemed to all be dying until only two of her friends remained with her. One moment the girls were at her side then next she was on her own running with every ounce of strength she could muster. That first night she had spent hoping and praying her friends were still out here somewhere alive and surviving. By the time she had been picked up by her current group early in the morning on her third day alone, the young nurse had been certain she was going insane. Talise still got shivers down her spine at the thought of spending the night alone out here. It only made her wish more that their scavenger hadn't been so injured. Some days she really wished that they had someone else who knew the medical field as well as or hell better then she did. Talise wasn't even certain of the name of what she hunted for but the brunette was confident that once spotted she'd recognize it. With her own concerns starting to show in her gaze, Talise found herself worrying about the Father as he sat back down on the bed looking the picture of a man bearing too heavy of a cross. "I'm not from the direct area. I left my church three days ago and have been walking ever since. This is the first place I've come across that seemed safe enough to stay, at least for a while. I saw the walls and they spoke of sanctuary... I was quite shocked to find that it was one in the most literal sense." His church? Quietly she wondered if he was from one of the churches in Swift Water or Spring Lakes. Talise hadn't really ever been to the other towns. Briefly when they first got here they had gone swimming at the reservoir up in Spring Lakes and then down to Swift Water the next day for a movie. Neither trip was enough time to see the whole place nor was it spent looking out the windows the whole time. "Sounds to me like you are in need of a good night's rest and a decent meal. I don't have much on me but this old place might have enough that I can whip us up something." Talise offered letting her smile come back on her face. She wasn't the world's greatest cook but she knew her way around a kitchen. Call it her nurse side but she didn't like seeing anyone so worn down. Before she could suggest to him about joining her back at her base, even though she could hear the protests now, the man's expression changed. Something about that shift stole the smile off her face and the growing comfort she was feeling around him. "There is someone... or something, outside. Oh that was so not a good thing to be saying. Did that Walker follow her? Crap had she made more noise then she thought and lead more of them here? Please tell her she hadn't because that was not the kind of thing she wanted to drop on the poor man's head right now. For a brief moment he was there beside her and then gone heading out into the main room. Reaching to the straps on the side of her backpack, Talise wrapped her slim fingers around the black solid wood baton there. She had picked up the tonfa styled police baton from her groups small stash of weaponry and frankly she loved the thing. It was solid and dependable not to mention was great to shove between a Walker's teeth so it couldn't bite. Conn gripped the door and suddenly threw the wooden thing open revealing a young man on the other side. She found it rather ironic right now that three people had suddenly all met up at the same location without a Walker in sight. "While you're answering that one how about we add an, 'what can we do for you?' on to that. Considering you startled us....well at least me." Talise added from a pace or two behind the man. Not that she was trying to let him block the door and there for be between any danger and her but he was a big guy, hard to squeeze up next to him when he took up most of the room the open door provided. Sure she could open the second door if she wanted but why risk exposing them to more danger. This way where she stood, half turned to let her baton hid beside her, she could keep an eye on the back hallway. No need for more visitors right? ☆ Strong, Quick, Steady& Ready for anything
☆ No where to run: Front room behind Conn
☆ Focused as can be: So many new faces today...
☆ Never ask a woman about them: On edge
☆ Lights in the night: Father O'Clery, a new person
☆ Trust me I'm a nurse: Brusing forming on left shoulder, minor scrapes
☆ Quick hand me my bag! Medical books x 3, First aide kit ( bandage rolls x 3, compress, antiseptic, morphine bottle x 1, ibuprofen x 200 tablets, penicillin bottle x 1), 1 bound notebook, pen x 2, 1 change of clothing, 1 canteen of water, 2 energy bars
☆ I need to consult my book: Sorry for not realizing sooner that it was day Mia. I'll edit my other post shortly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 9:53 am
-Adrienne -Location: Black Creek: Zenobia -Companions: None at the Moment. - Gas Tank: [|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][][] - Weapons: Chair's leg, small knife. - Feelings: - Backpack:Rain Slicker Flashlight with extra batteries. Granola Bars x3 Canteen(s) of Water x2 Wallet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Adrienne's heart was throbbing in his ears, as he listened for any movements coming from inside the church. The place seemed empty on the outside, though he had seen enough horror movies to know that he should have his doubts. He then listened more intently, as a creaking of wooden floor panels started to sound from inside. The sound was getting louder, a clear indicator that whatever was inside was on it's way to the door. The dead can't open doors, right? He thought to himself, and was thinking about the zombies that he had encountered at Zenobia, but he was suddenly drawn out of thought when the door opened with a whoosh. The smell of the dusty old church hit him first, the muggy air brushing his face, and causing his heart to skip a beat. He suddenly launched himself backwards, hitting the ground behind him and scrambling for his chair's leg that he had at his side. His hand landed on it, and he supported himself up on his elbow, holding the makeshift weapon to his cheek, ready to swat anything away. "Who are you?" Adrienne heard, before really seeing the man at the doorway to the church. "Oh my gosh." He sighed, lowering the leg of the chair down onto his stomach, and collapsing his back-back onto the ground. "Alive." He mumbled, getting to his feet. He then heard a lighter female voice coming from inside the church, though thought of it as a silly question. "And, well nothing really, I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop in." He said with a small hint of sarcasm, now at his feet, and examining the man at the doorway. He was a big guy, and had a hard face, one that Adrienne hadn't really seen around the small town. "But while I'm here," He said, dusting off his pants, and hands, walked over to the man, and extending his hand. "My name's Adrienne. Yours?" His said, his bright green eyes flashing over the man, noticing the bat, and the woman behind him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:16 pm
”FATHER CONN” is currently...
Looking Pious at the Church
with Talise and Adrienne
Feeling Protective, wary
"For a place that's been abandoned to find so many new faces in one day... what does it mean?" Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ CONNOR STARED AT THE YOUNG MAN, his eyes hard and curious. This seemed too unlikely to be mere coincidence. Talise clearly did not know him, so that removed the possibility of his being a guardian angel from her camp... had he been following her? Or even himself; Conn admitted that, while he had been moving carefully, he hadn't been overly stealthy. In all honesty, he'd been far too exhausted to even consider trying to sneak about while looking for a place to rest his weary bones. So, it was just as likely that Adrienne could have been following after him... but why, then, take so long to reveal himself, if his intentions were noble? THE PRIEST ADMITTED THAT, perhaps, he was being a bit hard on the young man before him. These times were strange, and dangerous, and you never knew who would prove trustworthy and who would sooner stab your back than watch it. And Conn had seen enough people pass through the doors of his church to know that wearing the uniform of a Man of God did not make you one... having the certification for it didn't even make you one, not really. And after leaving his father, Conn's mother had gotten interested in martial arts and self-defense training. He'd seen her take down men half a foot taller and three times as wide as he was, and she'd been a tiny, delicate thing, barely five and a half feet tall and weighing no more than 150 pounds. Women could be just as dangerous as men. Perhaps Adrienne was just being cautious; it was certainly preferable to sloppy. CONNOR LEANED BACK SLIGHTLY, taking some of the intimidation out of his stance, and lowered his bat. He offered Adrienne a gentle look, not quite a smile, but certainly friendly. He took the man's extended hand, giving it a firm, proper handshake, free of threat but with an undercurrent that displayed his strength. "Father Connor Braden O'Clery. Good to meet anyone who's still breathing. Although the sudden surge in population in this particular... neighborhood, seems somewhat odd. From what I can tell, the church has been long abandoned... possibly even before the Beginning of the End. There's a certain... muskiness, to the air, and a layer of dust you could use for a blanket." Conn wouldn't deny that it was odd; the place had clearly been empty at least since the beginning of this nonsense; the sheets on the beds had been theadbare, the grass was overgrown. And yet, three separate souls had found their way to it, all on the same day. HE SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT FROM ONE FOOT to the other, eyeing the man, curious. What had brought them all here, to this church, on this day? Connor had believed the Sanctuary of a Church to be a sign of good faith from the Heavenly Father, proof that he was doing God's will. A reward for his faith and determination. But perhaps it was more. Perhaps God was also offering him a chance to redeem these people. Perhaps they were lost, both literally and figuratively, and God wished him to help them find the light, the truth. It was his duty as a Man of God to save the souls of those who had lost their way to Heaven. Perhaps these two were of that sort; lost souls who needed to be brought back into the fold, to be shepherded. It was more than possible; Conn wondered, though, if this were also a test. Would they come easily, or was the darkness so entrenched in their heart that they could no longer see the light?══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 11:40 am
-Adrienne -Location: Black Creek: Zenobia -Companions: None at the Moment. - Gas Tank: [|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][][] - Weapons: Chair's leg, small knife. - Feelings: - Backpack:Rain Slicker Flashlight with extra batteries. Granola Bars x3 Canteen(s) of Water x2 Wallet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Adrienne smiled to himself when the man gave Adrienne a firm handshake. You can tell a lot by a man's handshake, his grandfather always told him. He then listened on as the man introduced himself. "Oh", Adrienne let slip out of his mouth when he heard the word 'Father'. He had refused to go to church with his parents in the recent years, prior to the The End, due to self complications. Here his face turned a little red, and he withdrew his hand from the handshake just a little early, though quickly hoped that the pastor hadn't noticed, as the man had softened up his own facial expression, and looked rather inviting. He chuckled a little bit at the thickness and using it as a blanket part, and then motioned towards behind Father Connor to the woman standing behind him. "Really? I haven't come across too much of the dead on my drive through this part of town...your wife?" he asked towards the end, sniffing, and rubbing his nose on the wrist of his sleeve. It really was dusty in the church, probably due to sitting untouched for so long, and it made his nose run. He had not attended church for so long due to his exploring of himself in college, and didn't want to be interfered with, by the church. He liked the Father though, he seemed nice enough, and he was alive, which was a plus. The pastor man had actually been the first alive person since it all went south, and Adrienne was just ecstatic to be in company with someone breathing like him as well. (( OOC: Sorry I've been out for so long, the semester has been crazy so far.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:02 pm
 Outside of the church a small gathering was taking place. Drawn by the sounds of a motor engine, shuffling slowly up the path, drawing others with them, were several of the undead. Some young, some old, others in uniforms or their pajamas, all of them were various states of decay. From the woods behind and from the small hill to the left this group formed. With the main body of the undead coming up the dirty road that lead to the front of the church. As they neared the quiet party inside, their groans might start to reach the occupants within. Zombie attack!Seventeen zombies come from the north, west and south! It has been several hours since the trio met. In this time Talise has managed to scrounge up a meal from some of the church's supplies and some of her own. The three seem to have been having a decent conversation and the day is now hitting about 1 o'clock.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:13 pm
”FATHER CONN” is currently...
Looking Pious at Location
with No one and Nothing
Feeling Lost
"This is my path to Salvation." Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ FATHER CONN sat in one of the dusty pews, the light from outside filtering through the stained glass windows the the church offering jut enough brightness that he could read his bible. He held his rosary in hand, lips moving as he read. Sometimes a mumble could be heard, occasionally a full verse was read aloud, but for the most part, it was quiet. He had excused himself to the sanctuary only moments before. It was his habit; around this time everyday, if he was able, he opened his book and read. It was a simple thing, but consistent, and consistency was something this world was greatly lacking these days. The ritualistic aspect of it comforted him, reminded him of better days. And besides, it was always good to read the bible; there was never a time it would not soothe the soul, he had found. The tales of trials and tribulations suffered at the hands of all mankind, and yet here he was, thousands of years later, reading about them. It was inspiring; a reminder of just what the human race was capable of when they set their minds to it and had faith in their God. THE SOUND OF GROANS reached Connor's ears, and he stood sharply, carefully closing his bible and leaving it on the pew. He ran back to the kitchen, where Talise was preparing a meal. "Lunch will have to wait," he informed her cautiously, his expression drawn. "We seem to have less than desirable company arriving." The priest grabbed his bat and looked out the windows to see what they were up against; it didn't look good. There were only three of them, after all, and he counted at least ten of the dead. It didn't seem like many, but he knew better. The Fallen were a dangerous lot, even more so in large numbers. He glanced to his companions. "I think it would be wise to try and take them all out before the find their way inside; I would hate to think of one of them wandering inside the church and staying quiet long enough for us to think we were safe." The habits of the dead were still strange to Connor, but he did know that it wasn't entirely unlikely that one or two might manage to find their way inside, lay down on the floor, and remain there, perfectly quiet, and bide their time. Connor was convinced that this was by design; they were like sleeper agents, hiding in the enemy camp waiting for the opportune moment.AS THE PRIEST headed outside to take care of the Fallen, he crossed himself, rosary wrapped around his free hand. "The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake." He approached a group of the Fallen, his hands wrapping around the handle of his bat, and he swung hard and true to bring the first of the Fallen to his eternal rest. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. He swung again, this time missing the Fallen's head, and cracking into her shoulder and neck. He steadied himself, and swung again, grateful for the crack of her skull, thankful when her body crumpled to the ground. "Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over." Runneth over was an understatement, he felt; even he could not fight the urge to think sarcastically as more of the dead wandered his way, drawn by the sound of his battle with their fallen brethren.HIS BAT CRACKED INTO ANOTHER SKULL, and another, but this fourth one didn't fall; it reached for him, hands grasping, teeth gnashing. He resisted the urge to pull his gun, knowing that the sound of shots would only draw more to them. The Fallen woman's hands reached his shoulder, pulled him closer, too close; he couldn't get his bat in the proper place to strike. He began to sweat, fear in his eyes. One leg reached up between them, and he kicked, hard, and threw her from him, her body flying back into another of the Devil's Servants. The pair turned and looked at him, and he blanched. There were too many of them; his bat swung, but it seemed for each that he defeated, two more rose in its place. But wasn't that the way of it? Each member of the Fallen turned another, and that one another, until they consumed everything before them. But Conn would not be consumed. He steeled himself, eyes fierce. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever."══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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